He Motie'er looked and looked again, seeing that the colored glass pot would change color, her eyebrows gradually twitched, as if she was thinking about something, at this time, You Miao's heart beat even more, for fear of being recognized by He Motie'er. He pretended to be frightened and lowered his head.
He Motieer said, "Sanado, it's time for you to leave the Great Wall."
"It's long overdue." Li Zhifeng said lightly.
He Motieer said, "Your eldest brother has been looking for you all these years."
"He's worried that I won't die." Li Zhifeng replied simply and clearly.
He Motie'er narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously.
You Miao brewed tea, put a cup of green tea in front of He Mo Tie'er, and then bent down and placed the other cup on Li Zhifeng's case. Both sides were silent, Li Zhifeng sipped the tea cup with his fingers, but He Motieer poured the cup of tea into his big mouth and drank it in an instant.
"Hey." He Motie said with a playful smile: "These things that the Han people do are not as good as the pounded tea we make outside the Great Wall."
"You are all greedy for enjoyment all day long, playing with these unnecessary things, and pretending to be elegant." Li Zhifeng's words were what Chao Youmiao said: "No wonder the country will perish."
You Miao lowered her head and wanted to serve tea again, but He Mo Tie'er waved her hand and signaled not to drink it.
"Sanado, when will you go back and get what you deserve?" He Motieer asked.
Li Zhifeng was silent and did not give a clear answer. He Motieer pressed the knife with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and said, "Sanado. You have figured it out for me. Prince Gegen is waiting for your answer."
Li Zhifeng didn't even look at He Motie'er, and asked, "I have no soldiers and no generals, I am alone, and my only entourage is also a Han slave. Five years ago, my bodyguards all died under Menghe Pass. would like to help me..."
He Motie'er said solemnly, "Prince Gegen is willing to help you and return to your homeland."
Li Zhifeng continued: "...I'm afraid you don't have the time and energy."
He Motie'er stretched out a palm, as if to signal that he didn't need to say any more. You Miao's thoughts turned around and slowly gathered the pieces of information that he didn't know about in the conversation between the two.
However, the next moment, Li Zhifeng asked, "Five thousand?"
"Five hundred!" He Motie'er seemed angry and said, "I'll give you five hundred elite soldiers!"
Li Zhifeng shook his head slowly and said, "Five hundred elite soldiers can kill people, but they can't kill people."
He Motieer: "What do you want?"
Li Zhifeng slowly shook his head.
He Motieer took a deep breath, and when Li Zhifeng didn't speak, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be tense at that moment. Li Zhifeng put down the cup, held it flat with one hand, turned his palm up, gave it a little in front of his chest, and then glanced at You Miao.
You Miao knew that she was leaving, so she stood up willingly, and Li Zhifeng said again, "Friends from afar, thank you for your hospitality."
He Motieer snorted coldly and did not leave him, Li Zhifeng turned around and left with You Miao.
It was already dark when he came out. Li Zhifeng followed the original road. You Miao didn't dare to speak. When he went down the mountain, he left the road where the torches were lit. You Miao couldn't see the ground clearly and almost fell. Li Zhifeng heard the sound and turned around and hugged him. He, after walking a short distance, Li Zhifeng bowed.
"Come up." Li Zhifeng said.
"No." You Miao dared not turn Li Zhifeng's back: "Be careful of being seen."
Li Zhifeng said: "It doesn't matter if you come here."
You Miao said: "He Motie has seen me and knows that I am Tianqi's minister, but he just didn't recognize it."
Li Zhifeng said: "Your identity is not important at all, just come up."
You Miao was slightly puzzled, but after all, he believed in Li Zhifeng, so he climbed on his back and let him carry it. After leaving Da'an's castle, there was a very dark night road, so Li Zhifeng carried You Miao on his back and walked slowly on the road. Both of them were silent, You Miao thought for a long time, and finally asked, "He asked you to go back to the clan, didn't he?"
"Yeah." Li Zhifeng replied in a calm voice, "Prince Gegen is the eldest prince of the Tartars. If Hu Richa dies one day, the Tartars will inevitably have a civil strife for the throne. He wants to win over our Quanrong tribe. support."
You Miao once heard Sun Yu say that the Tartars have many villages, and they decide who will inherit the throne, and unlike the Han people, they abide by the rules of establishing the leader and the heir. Instead, it depends on the power of the village and the support of a few good foreigners. He wanted to ask Li Zhifeng's decision, but unexpectedly got other information, so he was distracted, and couldn't help but ask again, "Is Hu Richa dying?"
Usually only when the ruler is in bad health, the princes will start a dispute for the throne.
Li Zhifeng replied briefly, "Not necessarily."
You Miao: "Don't Wuhu support Prince Gegen?"
Li Zhifeng: "No, Wuhu is divided into several factions, some support Ga Bitu, and some support Queen Baoyin and Little Prince Xijie."
You Miao was a little confused, he frowned for a long time, and then asked, "But Wuhu and He Motie'er have been colluding for a long time. Didn't he win it over?"
Li Zhifeng: "No, the Tatars have already prepared for this southern invasion. They started preparations as early as a year ago. General Nie Dan, including your Han Chinese, was transferred, and the Wuhu invaded from the Liangxi Plain, dragging the main force. The troops are all Hu Richa's schemes."
You Miao: "!!!"
You Miao was short of breath, and Li Zhifeng sighed softly again. The sigh was especially obvious in the quiet night.
"Why do you say my identity doesn't matter?" You Miao asked again.
"Because the Tatars won't believe that, as a Quanjun, I would be willing to help you in the Southern Han Dynasty." Li Zhifeng said, "They never imagined that I would be loyal to a Han Chinese."
You Miao hugged Li Zhifeng's neck and buried his head on his neck.
"I want to go home." You Miao whispered, "Do you want to go back to your home?"
Li Zhifeng: "We Quan Rong people have no home."
You Miao said again: "I mean the clan... If you want to go back to your clan, just go back. I didn't know you were Shanado, and I didn't know you were the prince of Quan Rong."
Li Zhifeng suddenly said, "What if you know?"
You Miao was suddenly questioned.
What if he knew Li Zhifeng's identity early on? This question made You Miao completely confused. If you knew early on that the slave bought with money was a prince, how would You Miao treat him? Let him go back? Or let him stay with you
"I don't know." You Miao said to himself, "It might be the same."
Li Zhifeng was silent again, and walked towards the barracks with You Miao on his back.