After the words fell, Ashina Hecheng's eyes suddenly showed burning desire, not only for the careless charm in front of him, but also for the throne that was about to be at his fingertips.

As the temperature in the room climbed, Ashina Hecheng was already infected by the confidence in Pengcheng's eyes. All the tension and worries he had just forgotten were forgotten.

As he walked, his left hand wrapped around Peng Cheng's slender waist, sinking into it and unable to extricate himself.

When Aduohou came with a gloomy face and a sword, the maids at the palace gate saw it and did not dare to step forward to stop them. They only bowed tremblingly and said in a loud voice: "Great Khan——"

When Aduohou heard the sound, he didn't even look at the frightened maids. He already angrily strode towards Pengcheng's dormitory.

Although it is in Turks, all the furnishings in Pengcheng Palace are still based on Chang'an in the Central Plains. When Aduohou passed by a screen of peony beauties covered with flowers, he saw a lady wearing a goose-yellow tulle with a bare collar and a waistband.

The skirt was tied up in a lady's bun, the hair on the temples was slightly loose, and the eyes were as full as walking out of the fog-like Pengcheng. As he walked through Pengcheng, he gently picked up the clothes that fell off his shoulders, and said casually: "The Great Khan tonight

Aren’t you going to have an all-night banquet?”

As he spoke, Peng Cheng lowered his eyes calmly and glanced at the knife in A Duohou's hand. There was no fear or fear of others at all. Instead, he stepped forward calmly and calmly and said, "Why are you here?"

"Having a banquet?"

Smelling the fragrant fragrance, Aduohou looked at Pengcheng, which was getting closer and closer, and said sadly: "Just now at the banquet, someone came to report that Zhao Yi led the Xuanjia Army to kill Bodhidharma Khan and occupied me.

Turkic territory, do you think I still have the intention to hold a banquet to celebrate at this moment?"

"oh?"

Hearing this, Peng Cheng raised his eyes in surprise, then smiled and said to Aduohou as if he was overjoyed from heaven: "Then I have to congratulate the Great Khan."

As soon as these words came out, A Duohou's eyes became even more gloomy, and almost at the same time he stretched out his hands to tightly clamp Peng Cheng's waist.

Feeling the warning pain in his waist, Peng Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and he hooked his hands around A Duohou's neck with charming eyes, and put his body close to his angry rising and falling chest, and looked up at him without fear.

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Hearing the words in his ear, Peng Cheng smiled and said as ambiguously as a couple whispering: "The Great Khan has ambitions in all directions. Could it be that he has never thought about the saying that his achievements surpass his master's?"

Realizing that the murderous and gloomy husband in front of him gradually frowned, with a dangerous suspicion in his eyes. Peng Cheng not only did not retreat at all, but continued as if nothing happened: "Dharma Khan seems loyal and trustworthy.

But he is your uncle, your Aweng's brother. He has the same noble aristocratic bloodline as you, has military power, can sit on one side, and is quite prestigious in the Turks. He fights side by side with the Xian Khan and establishes

His contribution is even greater than yours——"

Almost instantly, murderous intent burst into Aduohou's eyes, flying like sparks.

At the same time, the pain in her waist became even worse, and Peng Cheng could clearly feel that A Duohou's left hand was so heavy that it almost squeezed into her bones.

"In front of the throne of the Great Khan, no one can resist this supreme power and desire. You can't, Turli Khan can't, how can Bodhidharma Khan do it?"

After that, Pengcheng smiled meaningfully, and got closer to Aduohou little by little, with his eyes casually saying: "Among the four great khans, Bodhidharma Khan is more powerful in terms of prestige, achievements, and people's hearts than Tuli Khan."

Advantage, now that Zhao Yi has eliminated him, isn't this a happy event?"

As soon as these words came out, Aduohou immediately lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms who was obviously dangerous but always had charm to attract him.

Gradually, A'duohou's left hand slid up inch by inch from her waist to her neck. Her lower jaw was raised gently and powerfully, and then she came forward and felt the intertwined respiratory tracts: "You are right.

It makes sense, but what should happen to the occupied territories of our Turks?"

Hearing this, Peng Cheng knew that he had once again convinced the ambitious and ruthless Aduohou in front of him, so he slowly raised his eyes and said with infinite tenderness: "There is a saying in the Central Plains, if you can't let go of your children, you can't trap the wolf, and the land

It’s theirs today, how could they know they won’t be able to take it back tomorrow?”

"But the public sentiment is not necessarily so."

After that, Peng Cheng lowered his right hand, caressed his chest, touched his heart and said: "Once Bodhidharma dies, you can embrace all rivers and accept his subordinates and clansmen. With this hatred of killing the master, you can seize the land."

Hatred, if used well, they will be your sword to unify the Turks in the future and become the sole overlord of this grassland."

Hearing Peng Cheng's every analysis, the anger in Aduohou's eyes dissipated a little more. It was only at this moment that he lifted her chin, smiled and rubbed her tender skin inch by inch with his thumb and said: "That sudden sharpness

What should Khan do if he colludes with Zhongyuan and Zhao Yi and fails to do anything to me——"

Before he finished speaking, Peng Cheng smiled confidently, and then confidently and firmly met Aduohou's eyes and said: "I'm afraid the Great Khan has forgotten that I am the eldest princess of Zhou Dynasty, and the emperor is my younger brother.

As long as I am here, Zhou Dynasty will not send troops to us."

Having said this, Peng Cheng raised his lips and said, "As for Zhao Yi, no matter how invincible he is, he is just a humble minister."

At this point, Peng Cheng looked at A'duohou with meaning, and said slowly and calmly: "As long as the Turks are willing to keep their promises, help my emperor regain power, and kill the Yang family, Li family, and Shangguan family who have caused rebellion, Zhao Yi

I’ve run out of energy.”

"When the time comes, if the two parties form a good relationship, they will benefit from more than just a square inch of land."

Under the silence, A Duohou's murderous aura and anger had disappeared silently. Looking at the charming face in front of him, he could see through her strategizing and attacking heart that could bring benefits to him.

His loud laughter finally rang out in the stagnant and tense palace, and then Aduohou's eyes were extremely satisfied. He gradually outlined the graceful curves of the person in front of him with lust from bottom to top and said: "Ke He Dun has never let go."

I have been disappointed."

Having said that, the fire of desire in Aduohou's body was aroused by the emotions caused by drinking.

As the strong and domineering kisses fell on the shoulders, neck, and behind the ears, Pengcheng couldn't help but blurt out, which made Aduohou even more ignited.

Amidst Pengcheng's exclamations, Aduohou suddenly picked her up and walked towards the bed behind the screen. When her back touched the slightly messy bed, she realized that Aduohou was tearing her apart.

Peng Cheng turned around and pressed Aduohou under him, but with a seductive smile he said: "On this happy occasion, how can we not celebrate-"

As she spoke, Aduohou smiled evilly and gently sipped her throat. Pengcheng's words trembled slightly, and then he suppressed the side of his head and called out: "Tage, bring the wine."

In response, Tage quickly prepared some red peach wine. He faintly looked at the entangled figures on the bed through the screen, and their rapid breathing. Tage lowered his head and went in with a blushing face, but his hands were trembling unnoticeably.

, I don’t know if it’s because of nervousness or fear.

When the tray landed on the table and made a slight sound, Tage quickly poured the wine and left.

The next moment, a well-maintained jade arm poked out. The red gold and jade bracelet on the arm was shaking slightly. He picked up the luminous lamp with a lot of wine spilled and handed it to Aduohou.

Lying on the bed, looking at the wine cup handed to him by Peng Cheng, A Duohou, who was originally full of desire, gradually narrowed his eyes, but smiled and reached out to pick up another cup on the table and touched it.

Hearing the clear sound of the wine glasses clinking together, Peng Cheng was not sullen, he was still smiling. When he raised his hand to drink, he caught a glimpse of A Duohou who was also drinking happily, but there was an unnoticeable trace in his eyes.

The gloomy murderous intention.

When the wine cup was placed on the case, Aduohou turned over and held Pengcheng under his body, approaching domineeringly and dangerously: "It's my turn."

Just when the love in the beautiful room was at its peak, Peng Cheng clearly felt that A Duohou, who was so close at hand, suddenly stiffened. The next moment, she saw the man in front of her who looked handsome, but was actually as terrifying as a devil.

The Turkic Lord's eyes were full of hatred and even sparks of murderous intent. He pressed on her and strangled her neck. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "What did you give me to drink!"

As the suffocation in his throat worsened, Peng Cheng's face gradually turned from red to white, and even his eyes gradually became blurry.

She only heard a muffled grunt and wanted to strangle her to death. However, she was knocked down on the bed in an instant. She was curled up and trembling in pain. The whites of her eyes rolled up. It was already difficult for gods and Buddhas to save her.

"How about it?"

Seeing the Li Khan Ashina Hecheng standing next to Hu's bed, nervously helping Peng Cheng who was clutching his clothes and coughing, A Duohou, who was on the verge of death, suddenly understood everything and was holding on to him almost like crazy.

On the mattress on Hu's bed, words spilled out from between his teeth.

"Bitch, bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

Looking at A Duohou who was about to die in front of him, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was slightly disheveled, but his eyes were full of seductiveness. Peng Cheng stood gloomily beside Ashina Hecheng, gently pushed away his hand that was carefully holding her,

With an absolute victor's attitude, he looked down at Aduohou from a high position, with his eyes suddenly like a poisonous sharp blade unsheathed, and with a cold look on his lips, he said: "Don't you want to know what I fed you?"

Having said this, Peng Cheng came forward slightly and said with great ease and satisfaction: "It's poison, a poison that can seal your throat with just a little bit."

"careful!"

As he spoke, seeing that Aduohou, who was so tenacious and tenacious, almost jumped on him, Ashina Hecheng immediately pulled Pengcheng back a few steps with concern, and at the same time kicked Aduohou up and bumped into him awkwardly.

On the wall, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, looking at the day when the previous Khan passed away, he couldn't wait to break into her bedroom, forced himself onto her bed as the new Khan, tore her clothes to pieces, humiliated her tyrannically, and became suspicious of her.

She even wanted to kill her, so that she had to bear the humiliation for several years, and her husband, who had been happy for several years in vain, finally died in front of her like a pile of rotten flesh, completely breathless.

Peng Cheng didn't have the slightest fear of killing. Instead, it felt like a hole had opened in her chest. The anger and humiliation she had accumulated for more than ten years after entering the Turks all rushed out in a frantic way. At this moment, she finally laughed happily, even wantonly.

Listening to this chilling, even gradually creeping smile.

Ashina Hecheng on the side saw Peng Cheng turning his head towards him, revealing a fierce light shining like an eagle.

"Did you see that? He is dead. He died in my hands. You will become the great khan of the Turks and the overlord of the grassland. Are you happy?"

Looking at Peng Cheng who was extremely excited about the killing in front of him, Ashina Hecheng's throat froze. Before the word "happy" came out of his mouth, he heard a word from outside that was enough to send a chill down his spine.

"Kehe Dun dared to collude with Zheli Khan to murder the Great Khan. Come on, capture it for me and avenge the Great Khan!"

The moment he finished speaking, Peng Cheng looked at Ashina Hecheng in disbelief. He saw the bloody scimitar in his hand, as if he was carrying a humble beast, and he was trembling in embarrassment, with his mouth sealed.

Zhenbi Khan walked in grandly step by step.

Behind him were A Duohou's subordinates who were watching eagerly and extremely angry——

No, no—

How could they know, how could they know her plans over the years!

At this moment, even Peng Cheng, who thought highly of himself, felt panicked and unwilling to believe it for the first time, and stepped back step by step.

However, at the signal of Zhenbi Khan, the Turks who were loyal to Aduohou had already rushed forward.

Hearing the sound of swords clashing in his ears, Pengcheng numbly saw the Jieli Khan Ashina Hecheng blocking in front of him with his own strength and fighting with the Turkic soldiers.
To be continued...