The hunchbacked old man is called Hu Sai, Ma Zan's cousin uncle and Tuyuhun's great mage.
He is loyal to Mazan Husai, the uncle, and wants to assist Mazan on the Dabao to become the next khan of Tuyuhun.
Hu Sai was very optimistic about Ye Dongcheng, so he asked this question only after Ma Zan and Ye Dongcheng verbally formed an alliance.
Ma Zan glanced at Hu Sai and smiled curiously: "My uncle hates the National Teacher?"
Hu Sai crouched and said: "Your grandfather made this thing about the national teacher, and it was specifically used to deal with people like us. How can he and I look at each other?"
Ma Zan smiled and said, "What else?"
"He was originally from Murong Jing. Without Murong Jing, would there be him as Ye Guoshi? But after he became a national teacher, look at what he has done? Not only does he not know what he thinks, but now he still wants to win Zatai. The tribes want to sit on an equal footing with Murong Jing. Such people are unfamiliar with the white-eyed wolves on the grassland. In the words of their Central Plains people, working with him will undoubtedly seek skin with the tiger. Please think twice.
"I promised you that I will abolish the post of national teacher after I become the throne. This will never change."
Ma Zan glanced at Hu Sai and then said: "If I could, I would naturally have something to do with people like Ye Dongcheng, but I want to be the next khan of Tuyuhun, and our strength alone is far from enough.
Murong Jing is an old fox who will not help us. The only Zhatai who is willing to help us has now died on the battlefield. Ye Dongcheng wants to incorporate Zhatai's tribe, which is very beneficial to us. Uncle, what do you think? "
"I worry that with Ye Dongcheng's wisdom, he will see this sooner or later, and he will definitely take the initiative by then."
"What does it matter? Let them die together. The big deal is that I'm already tired of things like the three powers in charge of the world. I don't want to have two darings on my left and right after I become a khan. Someone who sits on an equal footing with me."
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The imperial palace is very big and it is similar to Murongjing's palace. I don't know how many gates I have passed through. After passing through a few corridors, the carriage finally stopped in front of a large courtyard.
There were two rows of guards standing in front of the courtyard, all of them with crooked melons and jujubes were nothing to behold, but Wu Zheng’s nose told him that these guys are a group of murderous talents, because of their thick bodies. The smell of blood can be smelled on the carriage.
Follow Murong Jing into this yard, and there is no need to report to Ben. The crooked melons and dates at the door automatically let them in.
Then the two walked into the yard, turned a large garden, and came to the palace on the east side. The maid had already knelt at the door and put on shoes for the two of them, walked across a shiny tiled floor, and came to a carved white jade. In front of the moon, Wu Zheng finally saw Murong Jing his mother.
The old woman who was still trembling in the quilt on a hot day.
With her face like gold paper, her silver hair was brushed meticulously, and her pale face was actually covered with lead, she looked like an old witch in this gloomy palace.
Fortunately, the maids here knelt seven or eight, otherwise Wu Zheng would definitely turn around and leave after being frightened by her.
"Wang Zuo, why are you here? It's to see if I'm not dead! Don't worry, I can't die. Didn't you disappoint you again?"
The old lady looked like a dying person, but the tone of her words was full of air. If she didn't have to look at her words and listen to her, she thought she was a very capable woman.
But now as soon as she finished speaking, she almost coughed up her lungs like a crackling stick.
When she finally stopped her mouth, a court lady immediately presented a piece of white silk.
At this time, if it was played in the movie, the white silk must be blood, so Wu Zheng couldn't help but glance at it curiously.
As a result, this look almost didn't make him sick, it turned out to be a pack of thick sputum.
The poor maid, who actually held the bag of thick phlegm tightly with both hands, seemed to be robbing her in the feelings.
After coughing up this pack of thick phlegm, the old lady's complexion finally improved. It may also be because of the coughing from just a distance that his blood surged! Anyway, she is now strong enough to sit in a gangbang.
Murong Jing hurriedly stepped forward and said politely to the old lady: "The child has seen his mother."
"Don't come to those who are silly, you think you... (End of this chapter)