The Grand Steward walked faster and faster, and finally almost jogged all the way back to his tent. After the afterglow of burning purple gold, it was still cold in Northern Xinjiang, but the Grand Steward broke out with hot sweat on his forehead and had to wipe it while walking.

, wiped a sleeve wet.

He thought deeply and waved away the slave girl who was about to come forward to serve him, motioned her not to disturb him, and walked into the tent with three double doors.

The chief steward carefully checked around to make sure that no one was waiting nearby, then he closed the doors one after another, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked indoors.

At this moment, an unexpected voice suddenly came from the room: "How is it?"

The chief manager was caught off guard and trembled with fright in his own home. His limbs twitched visibly, and he stood dumbfounded at the door. For a moment, he felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

It wasn't until a familiar old aristocratic woman half-faced out of the dimly lit room that he took a deep breath, returned to his senses, waved his hands suspiciously, and walked into the house with the old woman.

The days are short and the nights are long in the North, and the lighting in the residences is very limited, but the people in this room insist on covering all the windows and sitting around a dilapidated gas lamp in the dark. There are some prominent people in the Eighteen Tribe Alliance.

Representatives from several companies came, and a few seats away from these people were two leaders, a man and a woman.

Even if those two people dress like the Eighteen Tribes, they can tell from their faces that they are people from Daliang. The appearance of people born in a wild and cold land, even nobles, can tell that they are rough and rough in life.

粝.

These two people were none other than Cao Chunhua and Chen Qingxu. Together, they did not bother to hide their identities. After crossing the border, they used the few lines Cao Chunhua had left to hook up with some nobles from the Eighteenth Tribe, claiming that they were

The truce envoy sent by the garrison in the northern border of Daliang asked them to introduce the wolf king Jialai while doing everything.

The two of them were very generous, giving generous gifts one after another, but the more generous they were, the more Cao Chunhua knew that no one would recommend them - now in the eyes of this group of barbarian nobles, the two of them may have become a cash cow, and

Once the madman from Calais discovers it, the money tree will probably be uprooted.

While the two "urgently" expressed their death wish to see Jia Lai Yinghuo, they were dealing with these eighteen tribes with floating minds. With Cao Chunhua's sharp tongue, they could talk to people and ghosts.

In less than a month, these nobles dared to sit together and secretly discuss the Wolf King.

At the same time, Chen Qingxu roughly figured out the guard situation of the Wolf King's tent after several night visits. At this time, the net was about to be closed.

Someone poured a bowl of kumiss to the chief steward who came in from outside. The chief steward took it with both hands, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and drank it in one breath. Only then did he feel that he was alive.

He sat slumped aside and said in a low voice: "Don't mention it, even the prince was beaten. The Wolf King is determined and wants to take action."

Cao Chunhua said innocently: "The imperial court has sent envoys south. The war there has now ceased. It will be useless for us to fight again. Why, didn't the chief manager convey this?"

The chief manager was really in trouble and found it difficult to speak. His whole body seemed to be leaking. He raised his hands and sweated on his forehead: "Little brother, if I said this today, you might not be able to wait for me."

The nobles of the eighteen tribes in Yishui were all silent, while Cao Chunhua shook his head and said slowly: "Then there is nothing we can do. Let me tell the truth. The reason why we are all gathered together today because of our recent

I got a letter from Gu Shuai. Gu Shuai accused the two of us of not doing things well and said that if we don't see results, he will send troops to attack. We two have nothing. We can't go back and be punished and fined two months' salary. But I know you guys

They must be unwilling to start a war."

The chief steward's face turned into a large bitter melon.

At this time, Chen Qingxu said: "Let's go, we've tried our best."

Chen Qingxu has an unquestionable temperament. Even if he doesn't speak, he can always make the final decision once he speaks. After hearing this, before Cao Chunhua had time to react, a group of Northern barbarian nobles had already exploded, and the old woman sitting at the top was panicked.

He quickly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Wait a minute!"

Chen Qingxu gave her a cool look.

The wrinkles on the old woman's face twisted a few times, and she showed a kind look like a witch. She smiled and said: "Girl, let us give it a few days to think of a solution. My king is a bit stubborn, but I am his elder at least.

I'll go talk and give it a try, you don't have to leave in a hurry."

"Madam, it's not that we are unreasonable," Cao Chunhua sighed, "we also act under orders and don't dare to make our own decisions."

Chen Qingxu pulled out her sleeves and said calmly: "If the Wolf King insists on fighting this battle to the end for his own personal vendetta, it will probably be useless for Madam to say it, and it will only lead to anger. I think it is not necessary.

"

This sentence touched the hearts of everyone present.

Not long ago, when several tribal leaders joined forces to rebel, they made an article about the close relationship between Jia Lai Ying Huo and the goddess in his early years. The goddess has been dead for more than 20 years. Is there anything ulterior between Na Jia Lai and Nga Lai?

There is no way to prove the relationship so far. However, once the seeds of doubt are planted, how can they be so easily removed?

Calais Yinghuo has been inciting his people to work for him with "bloody feud" and "great shame", but "forgetting the pain when the scar is healed" is a shortcoming of mortals. He may be able to incite temporary enthusiasm, but when the supplies are no longer sustainable and the stomach is full,

When it becomes a problem, can the "shame and humiliation" of more than 20 years ago be more painful than the children who starved to death?

If a person has been dead for so many years and is still lingering around the tribe like a ghost, bringing nothing but war and bloodshed, then is she the pure goddess of the Immortal Heaven, or is she a demon who deceives the world and steals her reputation?

After Chen Qingxu finished speaking, he ignored the Northern Barbarians with different expressions, nodded lightly, and walked out one after another with Cao Chunhua.

Seeing that they had made up their minds and refused to be accommodating, the old Northern Barbarian woman suddenly made up her mind and slammed the walking stick in her hand on the ground: "From now on, within two days, we kindly ask your envoy to help us drag our feet."

In the past two days, my old woman has lived for more than seventy years. I use her age as a guarantee that I will give you an explanation in two days!"

This old woman was of high rank in the clan, and the Wolf King wanted to call her aunt. As soon as she spoke, no one objected in public. Only the chief manager, who felt bitter in his heart, moved his lips, and was given a sharp eye roll by the old woman.

Went back.

Cao Chunhua and Chen Qingxu looked at each other, frowning for a long time as if they were embarrassed, and finally reluctantly said: "Then... okay, since it is Mrs. Hongxia's promise, we must reluctantly give it a try.

, I’m just waiting for your good news, take my leave.”

After the two outsiders left through the secret passage at the back door, the whole room of Northern Barbarian nobles exploded.

The chief steward said to Mrs. Hongxia with tears in his eyes: "Third Granny, did you not hear me clearly just now? The king is so determined to fight this battle that even the prince will fight. Look at me.

This one... just this one... Wang's original words were that if there is no Ziliu gold, go ahead and dig it up. The supplies are not enough for the corpse, so you have to pay for it!"

Before Mrs. Hongxia could speak, a middle-aged man was already excited: "Why is he still dreaming about his Spring and Autumn Dream? Does he want to defeat the Xuantieying defense line and attack the Central Plains, or does he want to wait for the Western Monkeys to give him food and drink? We are ready.

After twenty years, he gathered 100,000 warriors, countless fire engines and steel armor, advanced dry food and dried meat, and coordinated simultaneous operations from the east, west, north, and south, but he still failed to truly set foot in the Central Plains! He is still doing this now

Dream, why? Are the streets full of hungry people? I don’t think even draining our bone marrow can satisfy his appetite!"

His voice was like the folk songs he howled when shepherding sheep, and he rang the bells and gongs without concealment. Several people around him immediately looked frightened and advised him, a middle-aged man, to be careful in his words and deeds.

The angry middle-aged man sat down and sneered: "Third mother-in-law, I think you can't keep your promise this time. Don't say that you are brazen enough to rely on your old age. Even if you hang yourself, that lunatic in Calais will not be able to keep your promise."

I won’t even raise my eyelids.”

Mrs. Hongxia raised her dry eyelids and knocked her crutch to the side: "Shut up, you are useless. What's the use of shouting in the house!"

The middle-aged man snorted angrily.

Madam Hongxia's expression remained motionless, but a few tendons like old tree roots were exposed on the back of her hand, which was as skinny as a chicken's claw. Then she slowly said: "The Wolf King spared a hand last time and dealt with several tribal leaders. You guys?"

Say, does he have a second hand?"

There was silence in the room. Everyone was frightened by the old woman's shocking boldness. It took a long time for the chief manager to tremble and say: "Three, three, the blood of the wolf flag... hasn't done anything yet."

"Death by ing is also death, and being slowly dragged to death is also death. What's the difference in the outcome?" The old lady's hoarse voice sounded in the silence, "Your ancestors had wolf blood in their bodies, and now they are all tamed.

Have you become a dog? Or are you saying that you would rather watch your wife, children, and children starve to death or die in war than live in an ignoble way for a few more months?"

She slowly raised her head and glanced at the barbarian nobles with their own ulterior motives. Seeing that some of them had stern faces, some were thoughtful, some had hesitant expressions, and some were trembling, she sneered and said, "I know.

You all here are not of the same mind. Some of you may be planning to betray me to Calais as soon as you leave this room. Let me put it this way, cowards, if we succeed this time, we will save your lives. Yes.

There is no harm in you. If you fail, you who are staying out of the matter will not be implicated - but you will be thinking about the rats who are going out to inform. Do you think the ominous Ying Huo Killing Star in Calais will miss you, or do you think you

Are you getting too close to us life-hungry old guys and acting suspiciously?"

The middle-aged man who was filled with indignation just now jumped up and said: "That's right, Third Granny, I will follow you!"

Over the years, the nobles of the Eighteen Tribes have been oppressed too much by Calais Yinghuo. The nobles hated him and were afraid of his high-pressure policies. When the leader came out, many indignant people immediately followed him.

Mrs. Hongxia turned to the General Manager: "It won't work even if we think about it, we have to rely on the General Manager."

The chief steward sat stiffly for a moment in front of everyone's eyes, as if he was going to evaporate. The whole room, which was not exposed to sunlight, was steaming until the water vapor was hazy. Finally, he gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh: "Third mother-in-law's orders!"

When the country is in danger, there must be bloody conflicts in the power structure - whether it is Daliang, the Eighteen Sirius tribes... or even the foreigners trapped in the south of the Yangtze River, none of them can escape this situation of poverty and change.

, there are very dangerous and 100% chances. One step forward will bring prosperity to the family and country, while one step behind may mean the annihilation of the race.

At this time, a turbulent undercurrent spread among the eighteen northern barbarian tribes, and the nobles with big surnames organized their own forces.

The next night, a black shadow like a swallow jumped up to the watchtower of the Eighteen Tribes - it was built with money from foreigners. At the beginning, foreigners were also responsible for maintenance here. Now the Westerners have no time to take care of themselves.

Some of the lighters have expired and are basically just used as decorations.

The guard on the tower had been knocked down quietly. The man who jumped up to the watchtower showed his face in the moonlight. He was actually a taciturn little house slave under the general accountant. He nimbly made his way up the tower.

Damn, there are people waiting up there.

The "house slave" stood still and wiped his face, revealing an ever-changing Cao Chunhua.

Cao Chunhua said: "It's clear, the chief manager put something to soothe the nerves into Jialai Yinghuo's medicine."

Chen Qingxu: "You didn't want to poison him directly?"

"It's not that easy," Cao Chunhua said, "Calais is a voodoo master. If he doesn't get it right, he will alert others. But it is a calming medicine. He usually prepares some occasionally. Even if he finds out, it is not easy to become suspicious. Wang

There are family members with various noble surnames among the guards of the tent. These people have already been ordered to do it at night without anyone noticing, trying not to disturb Jialai Yinghuo as much as possible and letting him die quietly in the bed tent early tomorrow morning.

I will push the heir to the throne. Once it is confirmed that the medicine of Calais has entered the mouth, the general manager will use the name of the night owl as a signal. We are waiting for it - has the notification been received from the commander-in-chief? "

The small ball with silver light between Chen Qingxu's fingers flashed, and it was the flare that Shen Yi gave her. This little thing had been hidden in her sleeve, and she suddenly wanted to take it out for use, and she was suddenly reluctant to let it go.

Cao Chunhua didn't know all these thoughts, but she just sighed: "A generation of tycoons, the people below want to rebel against him, and they don't even want to hear his last words. How do you say this?"

"I'm too afraid of him," Chen Qingxu stood on the watchtower, looking in the direction of the king's tent with the clairvoyance on the bridge of her nose, "I haven't asked yet, how did you let Mrs. Hongxia take the lead?"
To be continued...