Chapter 179: It was my grandfather who destroyed Tuyuhun, how dare you still be so arrogant?
"I'll take you with me!"
Li Yan shook off the sense of déjà vu, looked at Shangguan Wan'er's serious look, and nodded.
After acknowledging the child's efforts, Li Yan warned again: "Don't be clever. The silver needle in your hand has a certain degree of suddenness and lethality, but if you really want to defend yourself, you can't do it unless you encounter life or death."
In times of crisis or when you have no choice but to take it out, don’t take it out at ordinary times, do you understand?”
Shangguan Wan'er's eyes flashed and she said oh.
When Li Yan spoke, her temperament began to change regardless of whether she heard it or not.
Before, he was in great power and full of energy. Although he was young, he had a certain magnanimity.
But since I practiced Weiji Jin last night, I have further learned to restrain my sharpness.
At this time, intentionally, his eyes became calmer and his facial contours seemed to soften a bit.
Coupled with the fact that he was dressed in casual clothes, Li Yan came forward to salute, and he actually had a hint of Di Pangpang's human and animal harmlessness: "Li Yan, can you visit the little prince to see how his condition is and whether the evidence in the relic pedestal is consistent with his
Has nothing to do with it?”
Wei Chengqing's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately said: "It would be great if Mr. Li Xiaolang is willing to come forward, so as to save me from having to visit again!"
Princess Honghua just wiped her tears while Murong Nuo shouted: "Prince Wei, are you kidding me? What qualifications does this brat have to see my son?"
Wei Chengqing pretended to be surprised: "Ah, I really forgot to introduce you. This Mr. Li Xiaolang is the direct grandson of Mr. Li. Speaking of which, he is related to Tuyuhun."
Murong Nuohebo's expression froze: "Mr. Li? Which Mr. Li?"
Wei Chengqing smiled half-heartedly: "Of course he is the Duke of Wei who destroyed Fu Yun!"
Murong Nuohebo's anger was immediately extinguished.
Fu Yun was his grandfather and the de facto last Khan of Tuyuhun.
During the Zhenguan period, when Tuyuhun invaded the border area, Li Shimin sent envoys there and showed good intentions many times. However, he did not repent and actually detained the Tang envoys and attached himself to Tubo.
Li Shimin stopped pressing Fu Yun and sent Li Jing directly.
In the ninth year of Zhenguan, Li Jing led his army to defeat Tuyuhun and chased Fu Yun all the way, forcing Fu Yun into a desperate situation.
One theory is that he committed suicide by hanging, another is that he was killed by his subordinates. Anyway, the head of the king of a country was cut off and presented to Li Jing by the Tuyuhun people.
At that point, Tuyuhun was essentially subjugated. However, at that time, the Tang Dynasty was also in dire straits and had not yet recovered from the chaos of the late Sui Dynasty.
It was difficult for the Tang people to rule Qinghai, so they supported a puppet khan named Murong Shun.
This name is very real, because this man has been a hostage in Datang for a long time, regards Datang as his biological father, and is extremely filial.
It's a pity that filial piety comes from filial piety but lack of ability. Even though Li Daliang, the governor of Liangzhou, supported him with elite soldiers, he was still assassinated by powerful officials shortly after returning home.
After Murong Shun's death, it was Murong Nuohebo's turn. He was not able to do so at first. It was after Princess Honghua entered Tuyuhun that she suppressed and divided the powerful ministers and helped him to clean up the country, so he could barely secure the position of King Khan.
And he grew up in Tuyuhun, which coincided with the period when Li Jing destroyed the country. He was so familiar with the name of Duke Wei that he didn't dare to wet the bed when he heard it at night.
At this time, Murong Nuohebo was over 50 years old. The shadow of his childhood was still there, and his temper suddenly improved: "It turns out he is Mr. Li Xiaolang. He is the queen of the generals. He is a very talented person!"
Li Yan was amused in his heart and bowed his hands: "The Lord of Qinghai, I would like to visit the little prince. Is it possible?"
Murong Nuohebo glanced at his wife.
Princess Honghua covered her forehead with her hands and seemed to be wiping her tears. In fact, she looked at Li Yan carefully with a scrutinizing gaze.
After looking at it for a while, I felt that the threat was not great, and seeing that Governor Wei was not giving up, I nodded my chin.
Murong Nuo Hebo waved his hand: "In that case, you take Mr. Li Xiaolang to the back house and meet Fu'er to eliminate the suspicion and allow my son to rest in peace and recover from his illness."
Eight elite guards came forward, half-knelt, and shouted in unison: "Follow the king's order!"
Li Yan turned around, exchanged glances with Wei's uncle and nephew, and silently uttered a sentence: "Bring me Zingjie!"
Wei Zhenxuan understood and quickly left to inform the envoys.
Li Yan came out of the side hall, took off the chain knife from his waist, and handed it to Shangguan Wan'er.
Shangguan Wan'er understood it, naturally held the knife in her arms, and followed.
"In front is the little prince's dormitory."
The eight guards arrived in front of the house together in the name of protection but actually surveillance.
Before I even entered, the strong smell of soup and medicine hit my face.
Li Yan said: "It seems that the little prince's condition is serious. When the princess called people just now, she didn't know that his son was sick. How come the smell of medicine became so strong in such a short period of time? Is it a sudden illness?"
The guards looked at each other and did not dare to answer.
The room was quiet. After a while, a chamberlain came out and said with a low eyebrow: "The little prince is sick. We dare not neglect it. We make soup and medicine, so it tastes strong. I hope this young gentleman will forgive me!"
This is not entirely an excuse. There were more quack doctors than good doctors in the ancient Central Plains dynasties. In neighboring countries, medical skills were often mixed with religious beliefs. It is not surprising to make a pot of soup that is half medicine and half sacrifice.
But Li Yan refused: "How can the son of a princess with a body of gold be so careless?"
He said, and walked quickly inside. The servants could not stop him, and the guards followed closely.
Li Yan came to the room, walked around the screen, and saw a boy in rich clothes lying on the couch. He was about seven or eight years old. He was frowning and moaning.
This is the youngest son of Princess Honghua and Murong Nuohebo, Murong Fu.
Murong Fu in Tianlong is naturally fictitious, but from a historical perspective, Murong's lineage in Gusu is likely to be the descendant of the Tuyuhun Kingdom.
"Little prince? Little prince?"
Now the little prince, who is also burdened with thoughts of restoring his country, is curled up on the couch. When Li Yan comes forward and calls, he opens his eyes slightly: "Are you the medical officer who treats Gu? Please take a pulse!"
Seeing that he had already stretched out his arm preparedly, Li Yan didn't feel for a pulse and said gently: "I don't have any medical skills."
The little prince's voice became cold: "Then what are you doing?"
Li Yan smiled: "Don't worry, little prince. I am familiar with many imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Office, especially Dr. Liu, a disciple of Divine Doctor Sun. Qizhou is not far from the capital. Hurry up and we will arrive in half a day. Let Liu
The imperial doctor will treat you."
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The little prince stiffened when he heard this and waved his hand: "I don't know what Dr. Sun is. I have a terrible headache. Please step back!"
Li Yan said: "It doesn't matter, the princess must know the name of Divine Doctor Sun. You should go to the front hall quickly and report to the princess."
The serving chamberlain looked at the little prince and took the order in desperation.
The little prince turned over, with his back to the two of them, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Li Yan was not in a hurry and took the chain knife from Shangguan Wan'er's arms to save her from holding Shen and pin it on his waist.
Shangguan Wan'er stood beside him, a little impatient at first, but gradually she calmed down.
Two figures, one large and one small, waited quietly.
After more than half an hour, the chamberlain finally came back and reported: "The princess has an undisclosed illness and refuses medical treatment. If the little prince still feels unwell, he should ask Dr. Liu to take a look."
The little prince turned over from the couch and sat up slowly: "Go and tell the Queen Mother that I just drank the decoction and slept again. I feel much better, so I won't bother Dr. Liu."
After he finished his instructions, he looked at Li Yan, who had a calm expression, and said calmly: "Who are you? Why do you want to see me?"
Li Yan said: "I would like to inform Li Yuanfang, the internal security officer, that in the secret compartment of the Buddha bone relic pedestal in Famen Temple, there is Master Xuanzang's Secret Volume of Consciousness Only Power hidden inside. This thing is related to an important case in Chang'an, so I came here to investigate the case."
The little prince tensed up slightly and said in an arrogant tone: "What does this have to do with Gu?"
Li Yan said: "On the relic pedestal, we found a knife mark, the angle seemed like a child chopping it, and the young prince was the only one who worshiped the relic recently."
The little prince sneered: "Is it certain that others can't cut such marks? Based on this alone, do you dare to doubt Gu? It's simply ridiculous!"
Li Yan looked at the martial arts rack on one side of the room, which contained five or six precious swords: "Did the little prince carry a sword in the past?"
The little prince snorted: "We are a good man from Tuyuhun, and we are naturally armed with swords."
Li Yan said: "Then please show the little prince the knife he usually uses, and we can verify it by comparing it."
The little prince sneered again: "There are many solitary swords. If you want to check, go to the warehouse and check slowly!"
Li Yan didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter, I will search slowly and I can always get clues."
Looking at his plain but seemingly insightful eyes, the little prince's expression changed, and his tone became stronger: "Gu's mother is a princess, and today's saint is Gu's uncle. How could Gu, with his status, secretly leave a package?"
?It won’t make any cuts, which will attract people’s attention! Li Yuanfang, please step back and don’t disturb me from resting!”
Li Yan smiled, and Shangguan Wan'er spoke for the first time: "How did you know it was a package?"
The little prince was stunned: "Huh?"
Shangguan Wan'er said: "The secret scroll in the dark room was placed in a package, but the master only mentioned that it was a secret scroll, but you said you secretly placed the package. If you didn't put it in, how did you know that the secret scroll was
Where’s the one in the package?”
The little prince's expression changed several times, and finally he became angry and said, "Come here, drag her out and slap her hard!"
"yes!!"
The guards immediately pounced like wolves and tigers.
Shangguan Wan'er hurriedly went to get the brocade box from her waist, but she saw black shadows coming over her, and her face changed color.
When Li Yan stretched out his hand, the fastest guard fell to his knees before he could react.
The other seven people are all like this.
In the blink of an eye, all eight elite guards fell down. Li Yan smiled at Shangguan Wan'er and said, "You can't be clever. Don't rush forward when you don't have the strength."
Shangguan Wan'er said loudly.
The little prince was so angry that he stood up and shouted: "What a shame! What a shame! Come on, drag this guy down with him and put him in jail!"
Li Yan ignored it, looked outside, and smiled slightly: "Here he comes."
The sound of commotion came in the distance and was approaching quickly.
A group of people rushed in, led by Wang Xiaojie and Peng Botong.
And Peng Botong was holding a banner in his hand, and it was this object that made the guards on the mansion use rat weapons and retreat again and again.
Li Yan stretched out his hand, took the jingjie, and ordered: "Take the suspect out!"
The little prince rushed to the side very quickly and reached for the knife: "Gu is the son of Tuyuhun Great Chanyu! Who dares to touch Gu!!"
But as soon as his fingers touched the handle of the knife, his vision blurred. Li Yan, ten meters away, had already appeared in front of him. When he reached out and touched it, he became weak and found it difficult to move.
Looking at this so-called prince with a distorted face, Li Yan kindly gave him some popular historical knowledge: "The real Tuyuhun died a long time ago, and was destroyed by my grandfather Wei Guogong. You are no longer qualified to be an orphan..."
"After all, he is still a child, please be gentle when dragging him out!!"