Looking at this brother who had no taboos except for the gods, the holy wolf, and the lost grassland flower, Ashina Elivo stripped off his clothes in three strokes.
He took out a pill from the box he brought, threw it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.
He jumped into the pool with a splash, and grinned as he endured the invasion of the cold water. This was the white snow on the grassland, turned into ice water, and it was bitingly cold. Ashina Eliver didn't quite understand why his brother had
Such a weird hobby.
Of course, he felt that now Ashina Dubi really needed the ice water to calm down the anger in his heart.
After a while, the medicine wore off, and Ashina Allivo finally felt comfortable. Like his brother, he squinted his eyes by the pool.
At the same time, Ashina Dubi opened his eyes slightly.
The two people's eyes finally met each other, and for a long time, an indescribable aura rippled in the pool.
They are brothers, and they all have the noble blood of the Turkic royal family. They are also enemies. They fight for power and never take into account their blood relationship.
At the same time, they are allies, and they often communicate with each other, secretly resisting the oppression from the royal court.
"Brother, brother is about to be summoned by the gods and leave us...what will you do after this?"
Ashina Allivo was stirring the water, and suddenly spoke casually, with a cold and direct tone, but he seemed to be talking about a very ordinary thing.
But this incident is absolutely unusual. If the Khan is really seriously ill and dies, the succession of Khans will be a major event for the Turkic Khanate.
Ashina Dubi was not surprised, and seemed to have heard ordinary news. He sneered, "Is he really that seriously ill? What can I do? What do you want me to do?
"
"When Father Khan was here, he said that you were the most cunning one among us..."
Having said this, Ashina burst into laughter, his body shaking with laughter, and his thick beard also trembling constantly.
Looking at Ashina Erivo, whose face gradually turned gloomy, he continued with a strong sense of irony: "Look. Later I realized that cunning people are timid, so my father Khan passed on the throne.
It’s for Du Jishi, isn’t it?”
These words were like a knife piercing Ashina Allivo's heart. For many years, no one except the arrogant younger brother in front of him had ever dared to ridicule him like this.
Moreover, every word he said has basis. Indeed, when the throne of Khan was passed on, Qimin Khan, who was seriously ill, abandoned his son, who was famous for his resourcefulness, and chose Duji, who was slightly clumsy.
Although Du Jishi has never been liked by their father Khan.
Ashina Ellivo suppressed the anger in his chest, stared into his brother's eyes and said, "Are you old, brother? Are you so willing to recall things from many years ago?"
At this point, a smile finally appeared on his face, "Okay. At a time like this, let's put aside those unnecessary disputes. My dear brother, look, have we been doing well over the years?"
"We have made so many achievements, but what have we got? He keeps asking us to send loyal warriors to capture the endless territory. The glory belongs to the Khan. The spoils are distributed to the royal court, thus supporting a group of greedy people.
guy."
"Have they ever paid you any respect by sending caravans to trade in the Western Regions? They went to the East to hunt. They wore furs from the Northeast and ate ginseng from the Northeast. They were all as fat as fat rabbits on the grassland.
"
"Our tolerant Khan turns a blind eye to this. He has been blinded by flattering words and is very harsh on those of us who have made contributions to the Turks. Don't you think this is unfair?"
Ashina lowered his eyelids and said to himself, it seems that it is true that Khan is seriously ill. Otherwise, the timid guy in front of him would not have spoken so fiercely or even without any scruples.
But he was different from the treacherous Ashina Erivo. Although he was trapped in the royal court by his brother, he didn't care much about it. He had another reason for his resentment towards his brother.
If that incident hadn't always been like a thorn in his heart, he would have felt that the Turks under his brother's rule over the years were very good.
Because he clearly knew that his brother's achievement did not lie in victory in the war, but in that he allowed the Turks to get rid of the control of the Sui people and gradually became stronger.
In less than ten years, the Turkic people have had the least civil strife, and the lives of ordinary people have been the best. The Turks have never been so stable, and the territory of the Turks is slowly but firmly extending into the distance.
But none of this can make his resentment disappear...
He looked at his brother opposite who had an abnormal flush on his face, stood up slowly, and asked again, "Is he really going to die?"
"Yes, he is going to die. I need your help. If you can help me ascend to the throne of Khan, I will immediately let you return to the foot of the Holy Mountain to replace that damn waste and become the real Khan of the West."
Eliver waved his skinny arms a little crazily, "Brother, this is an opportunity given to us by God. I will not let the Khan position fall into the hands of that brat, never..."
Ashina laughed wildly, and the smile was also a little crazy, "Okay, then let us send him off on his last journey..."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice sounded not far away, "I think if you don't want the grassland to turn into a sea of blood, I advise you to be patient. God will not favor those who kill his beloved son.
.”
A woman stood quietly in the shadows not far away, with a graceful figure, bright and firm eyes, and a calm voice without any waves.
The three most powerful figures among the Turks, apart from the Great Khan, looked at each other in silence, as if the air had solidified.
After a while, the woman snorted coldly, turned and left.
The two naked men looked at each other, and both saw fear in each other's eyes, but Ashina Erivo's eyes contained traces of greedy and predatory desire.
Ashina glanced at his brother with disgust and sat back in the water. The appearance of the woman made the fanaticism ignited in his heart instantly subside.
After a long moment of silence, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It seems that you need a lot of patience."
Ashina Eliver snorted. Originally, she wanted to talk to this younger brother first, and then persuade this stubborn woman. Of course, this premise is that the woman does not intend to participate in the fight for the throne.
.
But now it seems... does that woman seem to have feelings for his dying brother? Thinking of this, Ashina Eliver's heart was filled with jealousy for a moment.
As a result, he didn't want to stay here any longer.
He turned around and climbed up to the edge of the pool, put on his clothes, pointed to the box on the ground, and said with a smile: "Brother, this is my gift to you. The magic medicine refined by the Sui people seems to be called Five Stones."
Let's go? Haha, after eating it, it will indeed make me closer to the gods."
"Moreover, it can also allow you to give birth to more sons, haha... Anyway, we need to wait a little longer, don't we?"
He smiled ambiguously and walked away, swinging his body like a bamboo pole, leaving behind a jingling noise along the way.
I don't know how much time passed before Ashina Dubi got into the pool, looked at the box on the ground, kicked it into the pool without hesitation, and sneered and murmured: "The things given by the Sui people can still be used now."
Do you want to eat whatever you want? This stupid guy..."
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The news that Shibi Khan was seriously ill affected the nerves of many people, not just the Turks.
In the majestic cloud-like palace of Chang'an, Li Yuan also received the secret report. It is no exaggeration to describe his mood as overjoyed.
Because the enemies they will face are all related to the Turks, if Shibi Khan dies at this time, then these enemies will be easier to deal with.
But he was not sure how seriously ill Shibi Khan was.
Of course, the chaos of the Turks is what the people of Chang'an want to see most. Once the news spreads, everyone will definitely be celebrating.
What Li Yuan didn't know was that the Turkic Khan's struggle for the throne had already begun. The alliance between the Eastern Khan and the former Western Khan would make the succession of the Turkic Khan less chaotic.
In fact, this was the result of countless efforts made by Qimin Khan and Shibi Khan, which made the succession of the Turkic Khanate less bloody and violent.
It's just that a short-term imbalance is inevitable between the old and the new.
The length of time depends on the smoothness of the internal integration of the Turks and the efficiency of their political system.
When Shibi Khan succeeded to the throne, it took about two years to stabilize the situation of the Turkic tribes and win the support of most nobles.
Now, it's hard to say how long this process will take.
What Li Yuan couldn't predict was what impact this would have on the new Chang'an regime.
Li Po, who was in Youzhou, received the news not too late.
After all, the Turks are the most powerful enemy he faces now. The previous efforts are gradually working. Countless caravans travel between the north and the south, constantly bringing news about the Turks to Li Po.
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Of course, it is impossible to determine whether these news are true or not. At the end of the year when the snow was falling, he learned that the Turkic Shibi Khan fell ill in the Turkic royal court, and it seemed that he was quite seriously ill.
Because the Turkic nobles are gathering in Dali City.
Li Po was also very happy, which meant that without the interference of the Turks, this year's immigration would be much smoother.
A decent plan has finally been worked out on how to properly resettle immigrants from Youzhou. Yanmen will undoubtedly become the focus of immigration. Those cities that were abandoned during the Turkic attacks will be repaired in the coming year.
And his Daizhou marching general manager's office will inevitably be moved to Yanmen.
(You guys are on the same page, just once or twice is enough. There are so many book friends, but you are the only ones who come up and say a few disgusting sentences every day. There are so many fights for hegemony in historical texts, why waste time on one book? I can’t explain it to you.
Okay, let me say it again, Ah Cao’s plot arrangement has been planned for a long time and will not be changed. Ah Cao will delete the post next time.)
