The candle light flickered, Sultan Gu's figure was still, his lines were cold and hard, his eyes were cold, his black gloved hand was on the long knife, the back of his hand was stretched, full of strength, and a long black shadow was caged in front of the couch. .
Yaoying looked into his eyes and found that the bottom of his dark blue eyes was faintly glowing with a strange color, which seemed to be glittering.
Just like the dazzling galaxy in the boundless sky in the desert night, overlooking the earth, it is deep, distant, vast, cold and unattainable.
Even the murderous aura surrounding him was cold and indifferent.
Yaoying had seen this kind of silence without sadness, joy, and desire in another person.
There was a very strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't help standing up straight, leaning in front of Sultan, and taking a closer look at his eyes.
Obviously two very different people...
Sultan didn't move, looked at Yao Ying calmly, and looked indifferent.
Yaoying hurriedly returned to her original position and smiled at him. Out of intuition, she knew that he would not be angry, and her smile unconsciously revealed a bit of a righteous and naive attitude.
Sultan Gu was really not angry, there was no expression on his face, he lowered his eyes, "Every time Beirong annexes a tribe, the khans will immediately divide the military system and govern and appoint officers. , need to pay taxes to the chief. The chief not only leads the army, but also manages the general affairs of various ministries. Hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand households are headed, and the officers at all levels are from Beirong nobles. It is divided into several grades by the government, and it is strictly managed. Ordinary people can only be promoted by military merit, so they are brave in battle, and they are not afraid of death.
Yaoying frowned slightly.
The Northern Rong and Western Regions still retain the system of the nobles keeping slaves, and the slaves' cattle, sheep, tents, and property all belong to the nobles. She thought that Beirong had been busy with expeditions in these years and neglected the management of the occupied land. She only knew how to rob civilians for the nobles to drive. Listening to Sultan Gu said, Beirong was indeed savage, but their arrogant management method was indeed simple and effective. Not only can it suppress the rebellions of various ministries and make them powerless to resist, but it can also make young and middle-aged people of all ministries compete to be loyal to Beirong and expand their territory for Beirong.
In this way, small tribes with a small number of people will completely disappear in just a year or two, and large tribes will soon fall apart.
Under such a strict hierarchy, all the people are docile and docile, and everyone belongs to a certain officer or tribe, and they have to inform the nobles when they travel more than a few dozen miles. In this case, the common people did not dare to take in and hide strangers, and even scrambled to report it. The guards at the checkpoints in various places could easily distinguish who was the commoners under the Beirong rule.
Sultan Gu went on to say: "The North Rong has a complete range of arms, not only cavalry, but also a large number of infantry. Among the cavalry, the iron cavalry goes on expeditions and the light cavalry patrols. The light cavalry of the North Rong comes from various tribes, knows the terrain, speaks various languages, and communicates closely with the local people. Whenever strangers pass by, the hussars will question their identities."
Beirong strictly forbids the people to travel east, and any passers-by who cannot answer the questioning, whether they are Hu people or Han people, will be killed.
Yaoying remembered the personal soldiers who escorted her out of the fortress and kissed her, and her fingers trembled slightly.
Can those loyal guards who died under the sword of the Beirong Hussars return home
"In addition, Beirong has also trained a scout unit."
"Scout troops?"
Yaoying murmured in a low voice.
By the way, Haidu Aling almost provoked wars in the Central Plains countries at the beginning because he was familiar with the national conditions of various countries and had a set of intelligence networks all over the Central Plains.
It turned out that Beirong had a scout unit dedicated to spying on the enemy and investigating the movements of various countries, and the scale was definitely beyond her imagination.
She sighed, her heart heavy.
East and West are blocked, hundreds of miles of uninhabited desert, starvation and pain are nothing, the difficulty is how to pass the blockade and check.
Yaoying frowned slightly, sitting and thinking.
Sultan didn't make a sound to disturb her, the room was quiet, and the needles could be heard.
The candle flickered suddenly and the lights dimmed. Yaoying suddenly came to her senses. She didn't know how long she thought about it. She got up and said goodbye: "Thank you, General, for clarifying my doubts. It's getting late, and the general has been tired for days, so let's settle down earlier."
Sultan didn't say anything.
Yaoying stared at him for a while, wondering if it was her illusion. She felt that he was more indifferent than usual. Although he always looked murderous, she could feel the subtle difference.
Just like a murderous knife re-opening, the cold light is shining, and it is cold and sharp.
Everything that belonged to him was erased.
I haven't seen you for a few hours, what happened to him? Why is it changing so much
Full of suspicion, Yaoying walked out of the house, rolled her eyes, and asked Yuanjue in a low voice, "Who did the Prince Regent meet after he came back?"
Yuanjue asked cautiously, "What is the princess asking this for?"
Yaoying looked at him, her eyes wandering.
Yuanjue straightened his chest, with a noncommittal expression on his face.
Yaoying smiled: "It's okay, I'll ask casually. The regent has not rested so late, even the hard-hitting people can't stand it. You should persuade him more."
Yuanjue's expression softened, and with a hum, she watched her back turn around the corridor and disappeared, thinking repeatedly about the question she just said, pacing back and forth.
After Sultan came back, he stayed in the house alone, without food or orders, and only said a few words to the princess, and he did not dare to go in and disturb.
After a cup of tea, Yuanjue gritted his teeth and pushed the door into the house. Just as his boots stepped into the house, he was immediately forced to take a step back by the fierce and murderous wind blowing towards him.
He sighed inwardly and raised his head.
Sultan Gu sat in front of the couch, his eyes were slightly drooping, his brows were wrinkled, and a faint blushing seemed to float up. His muscles were bulging and full, and his black robe was so tight that it almost shattered, and his body was murderous. soaring.
Yuanjue's face changed dramatically, and he wanted to step forward, but his legs couldn't move.
The room was filled with chills, and Sultan Gu's brows became more and more red.
Invisible pressure rushed towards Yuanjue, and the mighty coercion forced him to fall to the ground. He bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake, used both hands and feet, and struggled to climb out of the house, his face pale and his clothes soaked with cold sweat. The icy night wind outside the house blew on his face, he panted rapidly, a taste of fishy sweetness surged in his throat, and with a wow, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
There were a few soft footsteps in the quiet night.
Yuanjue immediately got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand to the personal soldier who heard the sound and rushed over to check, indicating that nothing was wrong.
The soldiers retreated.
Yuanjue's heart was beating wildly, she turned and entered the room, closed the door, did not dare to get too close, knelt on the ground beside the door, bowed her head, pressed her forehead against the back of her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Wang, it's time for you to take the medicine."
The pressure suddenly soared.
Yuanjue didn't dare to look up, shaking like a sieve, sweating profusely.
After a while, the murderous aura gradually subsided.
It was as if the clouds were breaking down, the snow and ice melted, and Yuanjue's terrifying killing intent vanished.
He wiped his sweat quietly and raised his head.
The lights were dim, and Sultan Gu, who was sitting quietly, seemed to be out of strength, leaning back on the table, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.
Yuanjue quickly got up, rushed to the couch, took out the medicine bottle, poured out a pill and fed him to take it.
Sultan Gu took the medicine, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, blushed, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Yuanjue didn't dare to wait any longer, and respectfully left the room, closed the door, and let out a long breath.
They have to leave quickly to return to the royal court.
Yuanjue thought for a while, and called the personal soldiers who came to take care of the goshawk, and gave a few words in a low voice.
After half an hour, the goshawk flapped its wings and flew towards the dark night sky.
…
Just before the royal guards released the goshawk, several personal soldiers in tight-fitting bunt uniforms left the courtyard and plunged into the darkness. Some of them were servants of Yang Qian, who were familiar with the layout of the city and led other People walked through the darkness without hindrance, successfully avoiding the patrolling soldiers, crossing the streets and alleys, and came to a courtyard in Yang Qian.
One person entered the room and shook Yang Qian, who was sleeping soundly, and said, "The princess has an order, and the plan is ahead of schedule."
Yang Qian woke up from the dream and was at a loss: "Why early?"
It was Xie Chong who came, and he explained: "The princess said that she must return to the royal court immediately, there is no time to delay."
Yang Qian was courageous, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Either in advance, I will tell the king."
The two discussed a few words, Xie Chong wrote down the time and location, took the bronze talisman, and returned to the courtyard to return to his orders.
Yaoying nodded after hearing his report.
Xie Chong asked, "Princess, why did you plan ahead? Would it be too hasty?"
Tonight, after the princess came back from Sultan Gu, she suddenly said that the plan had changed and asked him to go to Yang Qian to spread the word. Yang Qian asked him why, but he was also at a loss.
Sitting in front of the lampstand, Yaoying tapped on the table with her slender fingers. After a while, she said, "I've already caused too much trouble for the Buddha, so it's better to return to the royal court as soon as possible."
Sultan was weird, she couldn't tell what was weird, only a strong intuition that they should go back to the royal court.
…
The next evening, the palace.
Mrs. Yina is bold and generous, holding a grand banquet every night, the palace is brightly lit, and the music is bursting.
There was a burst of laughter in the corridor, and several blond haired women in long dresses that dragged the floor walked out of Yuchi Damo's felt tent, and struttingly passed in front of a luxuriously decorated woman surrounded by tyrannical slaves.
The woman is Princess Ina, the lady of the country.
When the Hu girls passed by her, they deliberately opened their shirts to reveal the snow canopy.
Mrs. Yina's face was ashen, and she asked the guards guarding the corridor: "Can the lord meet the minister?"
The soldier said respectfully, "Madam, the lord of the country has only met these days... I have met with some beautiful singers, and Shiro of the Yang family has been here a few times to accompany the lord to drink and play."
Madam Yina narrowed her eyes.
That dude from the Yang family? A ranger who only knows how to fight with people all day long and linger in the wind and moon? Not enough to fear.
The soldier asked cautiously, "Madam, do you want to stop those singers?"
Mrs. Yina sneered: "What are you doing to stop them? The king and the prince are separated, sad and distressed, those female slaves can relieve his loneliness, which is exactly in my heart, there is no need to stop them, the king will let him see as many as he wants. indivual."
Yuchi Bodhidharma was the ruler of Gaochang after all. She forcibly sent his child away. She could not deceive people too much. In case he raised the flag of rebellion in anger, she would not be able to explain to Wakhan Khan.
Anyway, his two children have been killed by her, and Gao Chang is destined to be her son in the future.
Did he think that pampering the singer would provoke her? She is Princess Beirong, and with her around, these singers are just a bunch of lowly slaves.
bitch! How dare you show your teeth and claws in front of her! Sooner or later they will be peeled...
Madam Yina pressed her anger and walked away.
The banquet was laughing and noisy.
An hour later, a figure came from the noisy hall.
The guard's personal soldiers stepped forward, looked at the other party, and saw that the person who came was a woman with pearls full of pearls, wearing a wide gauze skirt and a goddess mask, looked at each other, and returned to the original position.
The ladies all said that there was no need to stop them, they didn't need to meddle in their own business.
The woman twisted her waist and stepped into the felt tent, her whole body changed abruptly, she took off her mask, revealing a handsome face with a high nose and deep eyes, a pair of light yellow eyes, and her eyes were sharp like a falcon.
"How is the king thinking?"
Yuchi Damo was paralyzed on the couch, his red hair was loose, his clothes were wide open, he snorted coldly, and said, "Yina has a vicious heart, imprisoned this king, and killed my child. We, Yuchi Damo, are at odds with her!"
Saying that, he sat up excitedly, his eyes gloomy.
"If the prince can help me take revenge and kill the poisonous woman Yina, I, Gao Chang, are willing to be loyal to the prince and help the prince win the throne of the Great Khan!"
A smile appeared on Haidu Aling's lips, and he sat down cross-legged, not answering the words behind Yuchi Bodhidharma, "The king's words are serious, I am in a difficult situation now, I just want to save my life."
Yuchi Damo's pupils shrank.
Haidu Aling is too calm, and at this point, he never mentions the words of wanting to replace Wakhan Khan, and he doesn't fall into the hands of others.
He remained calm, his eyes were red, and he said in a solemn tone: "The prince is the number one warrior of the Northern Rong. He should have struck the sky with an eagle and is admired by thousands of people. Several princes are narrow-minded, jealous of the prince's virtuousness and bravery, and have repeatedly harmed him. The prince will never do it for himself. Plan, I'm afraid, like me, disaster is imminent!"
Haidu Aling smiled, "I'm here to see the king because I'm planning for myself."
The light in the tent was dim, and the two of them looked at each other and measured each other in their hearts.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the tent, the figures in front of the tent swayed, and countless personal soldiers with torches rushed out from the corner and rushed towards the tent.
The corridor, which was still quiet just now, was suddenly crowded with people, shouting, shouting, and shouting together, and the roof tiles shook.
"There is an assassin! Catch him!"
"Madam has an order, don't stay alive, whoever chops off the assassin's head will be rewarded with a hundred gold!"
Haidu Aling's face changed, and he glared at Yuchi Damo: "You set up an ambush?"
Yuchi Bodhidharma was also frightened. He hurriedly got up from the couch, and said tremblingly, "I didn't! Did you reveal your whereabouts when you came?"
The swooshing sound of terrifying air breaking through the air, like a big net, covers the felt tent.
Haidu Aling pulled out the dagger hidden in his waist, rushed out of the felt tent, dodged left and right, waved a few daggers, and glanced around calmly.
The corridors and halls were densely packed with personal guards, and the guests at the banquet fled with their heads in their arms. Hands were ambushed in the corners of the four walls and on the roof.
The shouting outside the courtyard wall was loud, and more and more people gathered around.
Haidu Aling gritted his teeth.
How could Yina know that he came to Gaochang? Why set an ambush to kill him? Did she know that Jinbo died at the hands of his subordinates
Yuchi Damo's face was pale, and he grabbed Haidu Aling's arm: "Prince, you can take me as a hostage! Yina doesn't dare to kill me!"
Haidu Aling tilted his eyes, glanced at him, grabbed his throat without hesitation, grabbed his shoulders, and rushed towards the guard.
No matter who told the secret, escape from the palace first.
…
In the corridor separated by a wall, under the protection of Yang Qian, Yaoying, wearing a mask, climbed to the top of the wall, hid in the shadows, and looked out at the yard under her feet.
Haidu Aling was surrounded by people, arrows like a rain of locusts, weaving a large airtight net, covering his tall body in it.
She held her breath.
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