There is naturally a reason for what Yuvluo said. He only informed the Xiongnu kings about the time of this hunting trip, but he was assassinated on the day of the hunting trip.
The answer is obvious, there must be someone behind him!
He single-handedly promoted Dadanghu Dagu and Yi Jinhuo, so he ordered Dagu to investigate the case. However, after a few days, Dagu inquired about the source of the evidence, but found nothing in the end.
Zai Si is indeed thoughtful in his work. The knives, bows and arrows used by Xiu Shen are all made by the Han army. They are widely circulated in the black market and cannot be traced at all. And the two rare crossbows were bought with a lot of money in Hebei. What do you think?
Go to Hebei to check? You can only leave it alone.
Yu Fuluo was almost furious. He immediately summoned Liu Xuan and asked: "The weapons used in the assassination of the gonggu and ruler are all Han people's. Could it be that there is someone behind the scenes from the south?" The south refers to the imperial court.
Liu Xuan actually had this suspicion, but he didn't want to see the two sides fighting with each other, so he replied: "Now that Master Chen has resigned and is living in seclusion, General Liu has proposed an invasion. Such a major event must be planned and directed by himself behind the scenes.
I have the intention but am unable to do anything. My brother is too worried."
Yu Fuluo relaxed a little, and he obviously agreed with this statement, so he thought about it again and concluded: "In this way, those who can do this are all in Yanmen. The other small tribes in Dingxiang are not worth mentioning, and Shangjun Tu
The tribes of Tiefu are blocked by white waves and are unable to do anything. I can catch every move of the kings of Meiji day and night, so there is nothing to worry about. Only Yanmen Mountain is high and the road is far away, so there may be some omissions."
The figures of Huchuquan and Yuledu appeared in front of his eyes, and the situation suddenly became clear. He turned to Liu Xuan and sneered: "Yuledu lost his army and generals a month ago. At this time, it is particularly useless to appease the people. I can only sit in Guangwu.
It seems that the only one who can do this is Hu Chuquan."
Hearing this, Liu Xuan was restless. He only advised: "Brother, you can't make assumptions about life and death. You should have real evidence. It would be arbitrary to infer that the second brother's assassination was based on this. If you want to use this to prove the official punishment for killing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to accept it."
Everyone."
Yuvluo waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother, don't stick to Sinology. We and other Xiongnu men are born with the same sword, and our bodies are like bows and arrows. We go to the battlefield in person in one day. Only bloody battles can determine right and wrong. Now that Huchuquan has taken action
, how can I sit still and wait for death?"
The new chanyu kept his word, but he did not act immediately. He just acted like he was being assassinated every day. He stayed deep in the royal tent, surrounded by more than a hundred knights in military uniforms when he came out. Da Dang Hu Da Gu made great fanfare in various ministries, and his soldiers
While searching for crossbows in the markets of various cities and extorting money, many tribesmen had no winter clothes left to keep out the cold.
Until the end of the year, princes and princes from various tribes set out from their tribes one after another. They wore wolf velvet hats, sable military uniforms, sacrificial silver knives on their waists, and rode eight-foot-tall brown horses with wolf and deer engraved on the saddle.
The patterns of chasing each other looked very majestic. The kings' entourage carried a calf weighing 150 pounds. It was the first time that the calves were so far away from the cow, and they moaned and shed tears as big as soybeans on the road.
On the morning of the 29th, Liu Xuan tossed and turned in his room. Before the rooster crowed at three o'clock, he turned over and got out of bed. He sat down on the desk and was in a daze. His fingers unconsciously groped for the braided rope between the bamboo slips. It took him a long time to feel that there was something wrong with him.
The clothes and quilt were thin, and my toes and fingers were red from the cold December wind.
Standing up, Liu Xuan couldn't help rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. He called his slaves to light a fire in the room to keep warm. The old slave brought firewood and thatch and struck it with flint several times. The flames finally burst into smoke and he choked out a breath.
There was a smell of ashes and water vapor. Liu Xuan sat aside hurriedly, and suddenly saw a Liubo chessboard at his feet. With a thought, he took out the six gambling chopsticks, held them in his hand, closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart:
"If you throw six, nothing will happen today."
Liu Xuan threw out the chopsticks in his hands, and saw how many chopsticks had their round faces exposed. He couldn't help but feel sad. He was unwilling to give up, and put away the chopsticks again, and then continued to throw dozens of chopsticks. Outside the house, the rooster sang, and the figures inside the house gradually
However, Liu Xuan failed to throw six round noodles. The logs were now red and charcoal was rising, and the warmth finally made him drowsy. In the haze, Liu Xuan gradually fell asleep with disappointment.
When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight, and his servant reported that King Zuo Xian was waiting at the door on horseback and asked him when he would go out to participate in the ceremony of worshiping the heaven. He replied: Wait until I put on the sacrificial clothes. He was still wearing Han Chinese clothes.
He is wearing ordinary clothes, a dark silk coat with a right gusset, and a Confucian scholar's attire. But today is the Xiongnu's annual heaven-sacrifice ceremony. He has to put on a three-layer silk moire inner robe, a tanned ankle-length fox fur coat, and a pair of wolf skins.
Boots.
When he led the horse and walked out of the door, he saw Liu Bao squatting in front of the door, watching several followers feeding his mount. He turned around and saw Liu Xuan stroking the sleeves of his military uniform. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Uncle, aren't you used to military uniforms too?"
?" When Liu Xuan saw this nephew who was only two years younger than him, he remembered Yu Fuluo's words and sighed: "The towering green mountains and the green grass are the place where you and I were born and raised. How dare we not get used to it?
”
So the two of them rode horses with the guards towards the altar in the east of the city. On the way, Liu Bao said to Liu Xuan: "Third Uncle, I dreamed of a strange thing last night, and I want to ask Third Uncle for advice." "What did you dream about?"<
/p>
"I dreamed that the sky was blood red. I was walking by a river and saw two cyan eagles fighting for a white fish. When one eagle fought for the fish, its neck was scratched, and it looked like it was dead."
"Another eagle gets a white fish and goes away?" When Liu Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but stand on his horse and look sideways, and asked Liu Bao.
But Liu Bao shook his head and refused, and continued: "The white fish slapped the eagle's beak with its tail. The green eagle couldn't bite it for a moment, so it let the fish jump into the water. The green eagle couldn't catch up with the fish, and was entangled in the water plants with its red claws. It happened to be
The heavy rain swelled the water, and the green eagle drowned by the water!"
Liu Xuan thought about it and said: "Two eagles fighting for fish is confusing, but blood is the main evil, and it is definitely not a good thing for two eagles to die together. You and I should pay more attention to it recently."
The two of them talked and walked all the way to the Temple of Heaven.
The Temple of Heaven is built of white stone, with a radius of ten feet, and is engraved with the sun disk, white deer, crouching tiger, floating clouds, and more. The Xiongnu kings climbed up to the Temple of Heaven one by one and looked at the endless plains and the earth.
There is no limit to the sky. At this time, the winter seems to be covered by topaz in layers of clouds. The sky wind is desolate, filling Zhuwangshan's arms with mist, and the chilly spirit comes from itself.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Then three wizards over seventy years old jumped out. They all had disheveled hair, wearing psychic owl feather crowns, and drew a horizontal line with ox blood on their noses. One of them held a scarlet apricot wood scepter, lit a sacrificial fire in the center of the altar, and then jumped
Whirling dance; one person holds ice water in his hand and sprinkles it on the faces of the kings, in order to express his gratitude to heaven and earth; one person walks down from the Temple of Heaven and goes around the altar to pour eagle and harrier bone powder.
Then all the kings descended from the altar of heaven, slaughtered the calf they had brought with them with a silver knife in front of the altar, cut off the tenderest piece of shoulder and neck meat, and offered it to the sacrificial fire. Shanyu walked in the front, and after offering the sacrifice, he went to the altar.
On one side of the sacrificial fire, wait for the kings to offer sacrifices.
Following Shanyu in offering sacrifices were the four-cornered kings, namely Liu Bao, the Xian king on the left, Huchuquan, the Xian king on the right, Mo Yue, the king of Guli on the left, and Ou Tuoquan, the king of Guli on the right. The six-cornered king followed the four-cornered king and waited.
The four-cornered king’s sacrificial ceremony is completed.
Liu Xuan held the cut piece of meat in his hand and felt quite scared. He could clearly feel the piece of meat squirming in his hand and bleeding with fresh blood. He could only raise his head and look towards the center of the altar, trying not to stop.
Think about the feel of your hands.
He saw that Liu Bao had just finished the sacrifice, and it was his second brother's turn to call Huchuquan. Before Huchuquan could perform the sacrifice, Shanyu on one side made an attack in vain. With his right hand, he pushed Huchuquan into the sacrificial fire and exhaled.
When I was white, I took out the silver knife used to butcher a calf from my waist with my left hand and stabbed it between my brother's collarbones.
King Youxian tried his best to make a sword-drawing gesture, but Chanyu kicked him away. Chanyu pulled out the red sacrificial knife and stepped on his brother's head hard. His skin, flesh and hair were crushed into the flames, and an unpleasant smell erupted from the scene.
There was a burning smell. Liu Xuan only saw his second brother struggling violently like a fish on the shore for a moment under the altar, and then he was completely dead.
Chanyu took his brother's body out of the fire, publicly announced King Youxian's plot to assassinate Chanyu, and presented evidence, which was a pile of Chinese-style knives, bows and arrows circulating from unknown sources, and
He ordered the kings to be questioned: Many of the kings have failed to pay the tribute in full today. Do they have disobedience? If they disobey the edict of Shanyu, they will all end up like Huchuquan.
All the kings at the scene were shocked and knelt on the ground one after another. They took off their robes and exposed their flesh to apologize to Shanyu, promising that they would make up for the tribute in the coming year. Yufuluo waved his hand to forgive, and ordered Da Danghu to answer to the king of the valley.
Huchuquan's corpse was cut into several pieces in public, and the remains were thrown into the fire.
The red flames in the sacrificial fire turned into bone-white cold flames, and a disgusting burnt smell was emitted. This scene was deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone. Privately, many people talked about it: brothers killing each other was a vulgar custom two hundred years ago.
, Now that Shanyu has killed King Youxian, even God can't bear to look at it, so he lowered white flames as a warning.
Chen Chong still doesn't know this. One year old is about to change, but he is living in seclusion in a foreign land. No matter how much he thinks he doesn't miss his hometown, he can't help but feel homesick.
When he was young, his uncle Chen Ji took his family members to travel among the various tribes in Yingchuan, sending rice and greetings to each other. His grandfather Chen Shi took him north along the Xun River to the Zichan Temple in Xingshan. At the beginning of the year, the villagers worshiped his son in front of the temple.
The wooden sill of the temple door is as polished as a pillar, and the people coming and going in the temple seem to be crowded.
Seeing this scene, Chen Chong couldn't help but curiously asked Chen Shi: "When did Zichan come from? How could he make the people feel so nostalgic?" Chen Chong was only four years old at the time. Chen Shi smiled and said: "Zichan was the Prime Minister of Zheng during the Spring and Autumn Period, and he was the top official.
A remarkable figure, Confucius regarded him as a 'legacy from ancient times'."
After hearing this, Chen Chong said: "I heard it is not as good as Guan Ziyuan." This means that he is definitely not as good as Guan Zhong. Chen Chong laughed when he heard this, then patted the top of Chen Chong's hair, and a layer of sacred light appeared on his face. He said: "Naturally.
It’s not as good as Guanzi, but everyone has his destiny, and God has his own time. Tingjian, you just need to remember Zichan’s saying: Heaven’s road is far away, but humanity’s road is short, and it’s beyond your reach.”
Recalling this, Chen Chong suddenly became interested and asked Guan Yu to invite him: "Yun Chang, you have some free time at the end of the year. How about traveling far away with me?"