The middle-aged man looked at Qin Feng quietly and frowned slightly.
He pondered for a moment and asked doubtfully:
"Have we met somewhere?"
Qin Feng smiled and said:
"The villain is a troubadour, wandering everywhere on the prairie.
It’s a normal thing if I’m lucky enough to be seen by you.”
Previously, in the royal court of Touman Shanyu, King Xiutu was killed by Touman because of his incompetence in handling affairs.
At that time, Qin Feng, as the divine envoy, was watching from the side.
But at that time, I was wearing Tiga's mask, so who the hell knew who?
King Xiutu nodded slowly, turned around suddenly, looked at his people, clenched his fists, and shouted loudly:
"Maodun killed the Xiongnu Great Chanyu! His crime is worthy of punishment!
Today, I, Xiitu, will rid the grassland of the devil Maodun!"
Qin Feng respectfully touched his chest and bent down, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
These people, when Touman Shanyu was alive, might not dare to do anything due to the intimidation of 300,000 people who control strings.
But now Touman is dead, in the hands of Moton.
However, Mao Dun had a dishonest reputation and did not succeed in inheriting Tou Man's legacy.
This resulted in the entire Xiongnu being in a raging fire!
In particular, ethnic groups with foreign surnames such as the Xiutu tribe and the Hunxie tribe coveted the position of the Xiongnu Chanyu.
And the same scene is happening in every tribe on the grassland.
As a result, the entire Huns were instantly ignited with war!
No matter what, Mao Dun could not imagine why he would be the enemy of the whole world!
This dilapidated royal court seemed to have become his prison.
In just one month, Mao Dun fought more than ten bloody battles with more than 200,000 enemy troops who appeared out of nowhere!
Mao Dun was seriously injured, but he fought and retreated. He fought his way eastwards from the Xiongnu royal court, and fought his way through life and death!
His destination is obviously the hometown of Donghu.
There is no way, now Maodun's men are all supported by the Donghu people.
The Huns no longer have a foothold for him.
No matter whether it was the Xiutu tribe, the Hunxie tribe, or the Lunti clan, the Huyan clan, the Xubu clan, the Qigu clan and other direct tribes of the Xiongnu changan, they had no intention of having a life-or-death battle with Mao Dun.
All they expected was the throne of the Xiongnu Great Chanyu!
So after driving away Maodun, everyone surrounded the abandoned Xiongnu royal court and became wary of each other.
Mrs. Yan, with her big belly, stretched out her hands proudly, and was supported by Chen Ping with peace of mind.
She was originally very timid under Touman and looked gloomy every day, but now she became more and more beautiful.
After all, following Chen Ping and Qin Feng was so satisfying.
Qin Feng rode his horse back to the camp, escorted by black bulls and iron pillars.
He turned over and dismounted, looked at Chen Ping with a smile, and teased:
"Hey, are you tired of poetry with your family?
Your belly is so big? Is it a boy or a girl?"
Yanshi, who was not shy about poetry, spat:
"Marquis of Xianyang, you promised me that you would let my child become the great chanyu of the grassland!
I also want to be the mother of Great Chanyu, the queen of the grassland!
You can't bully a woman like me!"
Chen Ping awkwardly pulled Shi Qing and signaled her to stop talking.
Qin Feng's temper is notoriously bad. He was lurking under Touman's nose before, so he could just hold it back.
Now Touman is gone, and Maodun’s life and death are unknown.
Moreover, there is no restraint from His Majesty the First Emperor on the grassland. Even if Qin Feng loses his shackles, he is not sure what he will do!
Sure enough, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his voice:
"What? Are you teaching me how to do something?"
Shiqing snorted, rolled her eyes, and said nothing.
Qin Feng came up to him humbly and said coldly:
"Sister-in-law, you don't want Chen Ping to be castrated by me and sent to the palace to be Zhao Gao's sister, right?"
"???"
Chen Ping said helplessly:
"Boss Qin, can we stop making trouble?"
Qin Feng shrugged, feeling a little bored.
He sat down on the soft couch without looking outside. He picked up a piece of barbecue and started to gnaw on it. As he gnawed, he said:
"The kings of those tribes want to hold a ceremony in the royal court to pay homage to the Great Chanyu. By the way, they want to discuss who will become the next Great Chanyu."
Shiqing couldn't help but frowned:
"In that case, what should I do?"
Qin Feng smiled and said:
"What else can we do? You should also participate.
You are the Yan clan of Touman Daichanyu, and you are pregnant with Touman Daichanyu's posthumous son, so you are the most qualified."
"But...but the Huns don't seem to pay attention to succession.
They only believe in their fists, and the person with the big fist is the person who makes sense.
If that’s the case, what should we do?”
"What to do? Now that it's here, let's make peace with it."
.....................
The next day, the memorial ceremony officially began.
After more than a month in the dilapidated Xiongnu royal court, you can still smell the faint smell of blood.
Here vultures are wandering and wild wolves are raging, and you can understand how tragic the previous chaos was.
How much carnage has Mao Dun caused here?
There was not even a hair left on Touman, so King Xiutu, King Hunxie, the Kuanti clan, the Huyan clan, the Xubu clan, and the Qigu clan who participated in the ceremony randomly found a few pieces of his clothes during his lifetime and dressed them up casually.
After some mourning, the scene was finally over.
Then the six people sat down in a circle and couldn't wait to discuss who was qualified to be the Great Chanyu of the Huns.
The result was obvious. The six people were divided into three groups, and they almost took out a knife and started fighting on the spot.
Fortunately, their guards were only a hundred steps away, so they didn't act rashly.
King Xiutu and King Hunxie naturally stood together. They slapped the table and cursed:
"Then what do you think we should do? Our two tribes control 100,000 strings! We are not afraid of your threats!"
The heads of the Luoti clan and the Huyan clan sneered again and again. They looked at each other and said lightly:
"In terms of qualifications, which one of you is as noble as the two of us?
We were personally granted the title of Touman Great Chanyu, and we are the auxiliary ministers and right and left Guduhou!"
When the heads of the Xubu and Qigu clans heard this, they immediately became unhappy and cursed:
"What are you pretending to be? What kind of bullshit is this?
Touman’s dead scum is gone, how can you tell me what your qualifications are?”
Seeing that the three parties were about to start fighting again, suddenly, a cynical laughter came from a distance.
The six people immediately turned around and saw a handsome young man walking over with a smile:
"Touman Dashan Yu Yan and his posthumous son have arrived! Why don't you come over here to meet them?"
King Hunxie was furious on the spot and cursed:
"Mr. Yan? Who is she? How dare you let us meet her!"
The corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly, he walked up to King Hunxie without fear, and sneered:
"What the fuck is your dog's name here? What is your dog's name here?"
