When he came out of the high priest's tent, the expression on Chanyu's face was very bad. The Hun nobles who had been waiting outside wanted to go up and ask, but when they saw Chanyu's face turned mute.
The Tuntou King was not stupid. He did not act like a rafter and followed Shan Yu step by step away from the altar. Some people began to guess what the high priest would say to Shan Yu? Some people said that judging from Shan Yu’s face, this sacrifice should be
The result that Shanyu wanted was not obtained. Some people said that this was a good performance, and Shanyu had already made up his mind and prepared to use troops.
Yi Zhixie had been standing upwind, and his body was numb from the cold. He did not follow Shan Yu, but instead got into the high priest's tent. He danced all morning. For an old man in his sixties,
It's good that he didn't fall on the altar. When Yi Zhixie came in, the high priest was already asleep. There were more than a dozen priests kneeling beside him. The young priest who was delivering the message to the high priest was standing beside the high priest.
Take care of.
Yi Zhixie glanced around: "All of you, please step aside. I have something to say with the high priest."
No one moved. The young priest was about to stand up and argue with Yi Zhixie when he suddenly felt someone tugging on his sleeve. He looked back and saw that the high priest had woken up: "Go down! I also have something to say to King Zuogu Li."
No one likes to fight, including the Huns. The reason why they kept attacking the Han Dynasty was because they had no chance to survive. The Huns did not care about production, and cattle and sheep were everything to them. A war would cause them to lose all their cattle and sheep.
After something happens, they will fall from wealth to abject poverty in an instant. There is a saying among the Han people that this is true, wealth is not counted if you have an open mouth. Cattle and sheep are just open mouths.
The heavy snow in Mobei caused extreme hardship to the Mobei Xiongnu. They had no choice but to come to Langjuxu to harm the Shanyu. But they only harmed the Chanyu and did not touch other vested interests. According to the thinking of the Huns, this matter
Things have nothing to do with you.
The high priest is also a person with vested interests, so he does not support Chanyu calling up an army to attack Mayi in the middle of winter. Even if Mayi is easy to fight, how many people can come back from the army he brought thousands of miles back and forth?
I don't know. They will not watch Shanyu lose his herdsmen and livestock in the vast desert.
Yi Zhixie looked at the high priest: "What did you say?"
The high priest took a deep breath: "The weather is bad now and it is not suitable to start a war. Changshengtian also told me so!"
"What will be the consequences if a war breaks out?"
"At the least, there will be no armor left; at worst, we, the Huns, will no longer have lush pastures and flocks of cattle and sheep."
"Nothing else?"
The high priest glanced at Yi Zhixie: "What does King Zuo Guli want to know?"
"Chanyu, what will happen to Chanyu?"
The high priest shook his head slightly: "The sacrifice this time is only for the war and has nothing to do with the Chanyu. If King Zuoguli wants to ask the Chanyu, just wait until I get better after three months and then sacrifice to the Changshengtian to ask."
"Hmph! Old guy, don't do this. I tell you that it is imperative that the Shan Yu personally conquer Mayi. Tomorrow you will tell the Shan Yu that you have misunderstood the meaning of Changshengtian and send an army to Mayi as soon as possible.
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The high priest looked at Yi Zhixie in surprise: "Why did King Zuo Guli do this? Please forgive me!"
Yi Zhixie chuckled: "It's okay not to say anything. Your son and grandson have been invited to Yinshan by this king. It's up to you to decide whether to say anything or not. My patience is limited. If the Shanyu still doesn't make any move within three days, you
You know what the consequences will be!" After Yi Zhixie finished speaking, he left. The high priest lay in the tent and looked at the roof of the tent blankly.
BOC said he walked along the road by the river back to where he lived. The snow wet his boots and then froze on them. When he entered the tent, it was as if he was wearing a pair of armor. The servant quickly threw himself at BOC's feet and said what BOC said
He put a pair of feet into his arms and used his body temperature to warm the ice bumps on his boots. He accepted the servant's service with peace of mind and leaned on the seat to have the brazier placed closer to him.
The tent that Bank of China said was also very simple, with only two Han servants. The one who warmed the feet was a mute who was picked up by Bank of China at the beginning and was said to be the most loyal to Bank of China. The other servant was a county magistrate from a border county in the Han Dynasty.
After the Huns snatched it, they gave it to Bank of China and offered it as a servant. As for where the man was captured, Bank of China said he was not interested. What he liked was that the man had some talent.
"Is the sacrifice on the mountain over?"
The servant hurriedly said: "Yes! Not long after it ended, Shan Yu had already returned on horseback. He looked not very good. The high priest probably did not agree to send troops."
Bank of China laughed and said, "We will send troops! By the way, have you found the things I asked you to look for?"
"Master, I have found them all and put them all on the desk."
"Very good. You can take these things tomorrow and deliver them to each family according to the names on them. You don't have to worry about whether they accept them or not. Just tell me their attitude."
"promise!"
The mute servant's arms began to water, and Bank of China felt that there was water in his boots, so he motioned to the mute servant to take off his shoes. Sure enough, the wool overshoes were already wet. The mute servant quickly told Bank of China to take them off and brought a clean cloth to tie them.
The Bank of China said to wipe the feet clean. The mute was very good at doing this, so it should take a long time to do it.
The other servant did not show any disdain or disgust at this, and stood aside with a calm face. After the mute servant put on a pair of woolen galoshes again, he stuffed his feet into a pair of clean shoes and moved them to the stove.
It burned very vigorously. It is said that it was bought from Mayi. At that time, no one thought there was any difference between this stove and the brazier used by the Huns. Only the Bank of China said that it had some clues.
The wind outside the tent became stronger and stronger, and it was difficult to see even ten meters away under the snow. The shivering victims crowded together as much as possible, trying to use each other's body temperature to warm their numb hands and feet. But they were not penguins.
There is no antifreeze skin and thick fat. From time to time, people on the outermost periphery will collapse and die. Others don't pay any attention to this and just want to squeeze their bodies into the crowd.
The Bank of China said that they saw a girl huddled outside. The child was only eleven or twelve years old, with a bruised nose and face, huddled under the arm of a man. But the man obviously didn't want the girl to take advantage of him, so he pushed the girl out. The girl fell
She remained silent on the ground, got up with difficulty, and tried to get into the crowd again. But she was young and lacked strength, and it was impossible to squeeze in among the living people.
BOC said he glanced at the mute, who nodded, grabbed a blanket next to him and went out. When he came back, the girl had been wrapped in the blanket by him.
"Get some food and some hot water!" BOC said, looking at the little girl who was bitten by the cold, and smiled at her.
The little girl obviously thought it was impossible, and lay on the ground, not daring to look at the face that the Bank of China said. The girl was very cute, but she was a little thinner, which made her eyes look bigger. The mute handed the hot water and food to the girl. The Bank of China said
Asked: "What's your name?"
The girl quickly put down the water and cheese in her hands: "Call Yingying!"
"How old?"
"Ten years old!"
"Are there any other relatives?"
The girl shook her head. The Bank of China took a deep breath and signaled the girl to continue eating. He raised his head and said to another servant: "Ms. Yan told me a few days ago that I wanted to find a maid. I didn't expect to see her today. This can be considered a kind of fate."
, he will be raised here for a few days first, and when he becomes fatter, he will be given to the Yan family."
The servant nodded. Although he was a slave of Bank of China, he was also a retainer of Bank of China. He had never heard Bank of China mention anything about the Yan family, so he naturally understood that there were some problems. But he was smart and didn't ask any more questions.
Just do what the Bank of China said. He looked at the little girl. The servant said nothing, waiting for the frightened little girl to eat and drink first.
The Yan family of the military official Chanyu was also a Han woman. Although she was not a princess, her status was not low. The Han Dynasty had such a tradition. When the Chanyu asked the court for a marriage, the emperor was reluctant to part with his own daughter, so he chose one from among the kings.
The woman was made a princess and married off to the Huns. Although the kings had strong objections to this, they could only swallow their anger in the face of the emperor's power.
The name of this Yan family was in the name of Emperor Jing. She was regarded as the daughter of Emperor Jing and was called the Nangong family. As for where the Nangong family came from, no one knows. It may be Liu Chang's daughter or Liu Wu's daughter. In short, except for the first
No one who planned this matter knew the origin of this Nangongyan family. She might be a palace maid, similar to Wang Zhaojun.
The Nangonglan family has been married to the Xiongnu for more than ten years, and they are quite contented. There is only one small problem, which is that they can't forget the big man. As the only Han in the Xiongnu's top brass, Bank of China said that they have a good relationship with the Nangonglan family. The two of them have a good relationship.
From time to time, they would get together, talk some Chinese, and then recite poems and compose rhymes, thinking about going to the Han Dynasty. The Nangong family was beautiful and much younger than Shanyu. Among Shanyu's wives and concubines, he liked him the most.
Today, Shanyu came back from Langjuxu Mountain and got into Nangong Yan's tent. Seeing that Shanyu's face was not good, Nangong quickly stepped forward to untie Shanyu's cloak, grabbed Shanyu's hand and put it into his arms to warm it:
"But the sacrifice didn't go well?"
The Chanyu snorted coldly: "Humph, everyone doesn't want me to send troops. Even the high priest used God's will to stop me."
Nangong smiled slightly and said with a peach blossom: "The weather is indeed not suitable for sending troops now. If Shanyu decides to send troops, the Huns warriors will suffer heavy losses if they cannot reach Mayi. How will they meet the Han army if they encounter it?"
The Shanyu struggled to take his hand out: "What? You don't think the Shanyu will send troops?"
"Chanyu...!" Nangong acted coquettishly, and Shanyu's bones were sore. Nangong forced him to sit down, holding the offered mare's milk wine, Nangong said: "Since the high priest can say this, all the kings naturally agree with it.
, If Shanyu wants to send troops, not only will he not get help from the kings, but if you leave with the army, who will the royal court be entrusted to? What if..."
"Huh? What, what did you hear?"
Nangong sat next to Shan Yu: "I didn't hear anything, but a merchant came back from Mayi a few days ago. He said that King Yougu Li was already gathering an army, but he didn't know whether it was to deal with the so-called horse thieves or something else.
This thing, a girl from the slave family, can’t understand it!”
"Evil! This evil! Can't he wait until I die?" Shan Yu threw away the wine bowl in his hand. (To be continued)