Wu She walked back all the way out of Jicheng, sneering all the way. Although Han Xin and Guan Ying were not deceived, the vicious plan he discussed with Han Guang was freshly released and was in operation. I don’t know how Prince Zangyan is doing now.

In July 203 AD, in the sixth year of Emperor II of the Great Qin Dynasty, the old Yan State crown prince Zangyan set out from Liaodong, passed through the Lulong ancient road, crossed Jieshi, and crossed Yanzhi Mountain. After a dangerous obstacle, it took a month and a half to finally arrive at the Xiongnu royal court and Longcheng.

At this moment, the Huns were in an extremely delicate state. The old Shanyu Touman was over 60 years old and weak, and began to get sick. The eldest son Modun was sent to the Yinshan generation to guard the country and was not around for a long time. All the Huns knew that in the near future, Touman's youngest son would inherit the position of the Great Shanyu. Zangyan soon learned about this, so he spent a lot of gold and silver to approach the most favored princess Amani.

Amani was greedy for money. He heard that the prince of Yan State from Central Plains came from afar and brought two carts of gold and silver. He immediately received Zangyan in his golden tent.

When Zangyan took twenty followers and drove the bronze wheel carriage into the core position of the Huns royal court, he suddenly saw a group of heroic and tall soldiers practicing archery on an empty playground. Some rode horses, rushing left and right, and some stood under the cloth, aiming with a focused look. The fierceness of the Huns was just at this glance, leaving a shadow in his heart. The riding skills of these people were simply too exquisite. They were not riding horses, but their butts were just growing on them.

When the horse was on the body, whether it was jumping, somersault, galloping, or side strike, arrows could hit the target red heart a hundred steps away. However, this was not the most surprising thing to Zangyan. What he felt guilty was that from a distance, it seemed that the arrow shot out made a sound similar to a bird. The sound was very sharp, as if the cold wind in winter teared the lonely treetops. So many arrows shot out together, and the air around him immediately solidified inexplicably, full of murderous aura.

Zangyan had a follower who was good at looking at horses. He walked a few steps on the war horses and came to Zangyan with excitement, pointing at the other side and saying to Zangyan, "Your Highness, do you think of the war horse sitting down by the man in white and brocade?" Zangyan had long noticed the red horse. The horse was not very tall, but its four hooves were very wide. His ears were like a pair of dragon horns, and his pointed tail was like an iron broom. The horse's face was short and ugly. However, standing there showed the style of a group of leaders, and his eyes were full of despicable light.

"That's the sweat-blooded BMW!" The subordinate screamed in shock: "It's not wrong. I'll study this horse, it's already good for the New Year. I'll definitely not read it wrong. This is the treasure of the Western Regions, the sweat-blooded BMW. It travels thousands of miles a day and walks 800 at night. It climbs the mountain and wades like walking on flat ground. When it comes to speed, it's not inferior to Xiang Yu's black horse." He said very excitedly, his eyes widened and almost fell to the ground.

Zangyan thought, no matter how good it is, it is someone else's thing. Can he still grab it on his territory? What he paid more attention to was the man riding a sweat-blooded BMW. A pair of people got closer and closer under the guidance of the Hun envoy. The man changed from a contour to a solid body, and his face could be seen clearly. He saw jewelry all over his body, a full moon scimitar on his waist, and a long dark and shiny hair was coated with sheep oil, reflecting light in the sun, and there were more than a dozen thin braids on the back of his head. His fingers were slender, his eyes were like a knife, and there were arcs on the corners of his mouth, and there were two majestic beards on the arc.

The follower who knew how to follow the horse was also an interpreter. He went over to inquire with the Xiongnu who led the way and returned to say, "Your Highness, you are the one who is this person. He is Modun, the eldest son of Touman Da Shanyu." Zangyan was very surprised and took a breath of air. "Modun, isn't he stationed in Yinshan, and is he against Qin general Meng Duo? Why did he come back to the royal court?"

The entourage smiled and said, "This is someone else's family matter. I heard that Morton came back this time to separate the family. The old Touman vented his conscience." Everyone in the world knew that Touman abused his eldest son, and Zangyan and his subordinates also understood it. The entourage continued, "I heard that after Maodun escaped from the Great Yuezhi, Touman admired his son's courage and courage. Therefore, despite the opposition of his wife Amani and the ministers, he must enfeoff the Ordos generation grassland to Maodun. Maodun took the opportunity to live here for a while."

Zangyan sneered, "This man is over." The follower frowned, "Where did this start? Obtaining a fief is a good thing, why did the prince say this instead?" Zangyan expressed his opinion, "If you are the youngest son of Touman. When you inherit the position of Shanyu, will you be able to have a brother holding heavy troops?" The follower would appreciate it very much and flatter him, and said, "Young master, the divine calculation, the consideration is so detailed, why didn't I think it? It's really a blessing and a disaster!"

Zang Yan said, "No matter who he is, we will only go to meet Princess Amani, and he can help us." Zang Yan passed by Morton, looked at Morton five hundred steps away, and ignored it and did not go to worship.

Morton saw a pair of people from Central Plains heading towards the golden tent from a distance. He was about to ask for a clear answer, but he didn't expect that he would ignore him and sneer in his heart. He was another short-sighted fool.

Zangyan's eyes were reluctant to take back from the sweat-blooded BMW, and he kept tilting his head slightly. Suddenly, he found Maodun jumped off the horse's back, pointed and said something to the Huns, and suddenly used the whip with half of the iron chain and half of the leather rope in his hand to slap the sweat-blooded horse's buttocks twice. The horse was frightened and rushed out like a bow and arrow. A red afterimage appeared in Zangyan's eyes. Then, Zangyan heard a shrill and sharp bird song, and a slender arrow shot out from Morton's hand, piercing through ten feet of space, and shot one of the hind legs of the sweat-blooded horse with an extremely powerful force. The sweat-blooded horse kicked four hooves, roaring to the sky, and screamed in a slight scream.

As soon as the scream was heard, suddenly, the sound of birds singing reminded me of the downpour of the rain. The sunlight was covered by the rain of arrows. The sweaty horse was covered with arrows and his face was full of trembling and dancing withering. He knelt on the grass with a bang, struggled for a while, then lay down, and died of anger.

The followers and Zang Yan were all stunned and unaware of the so-called. What was even more strange happened in their surprise. Morton threw the arrows in his hand far away, and stepped forward at the archers, screaming and furious. The sword on his waist pulled out with a clang. One of the soldiers who did not shoot arrows had a head rolled out like a watermelon on the green grass. Morton cursed and waved the scimitar. There were almost a dozen soldiers who did not shoot the sweat-blooded BMW and died under the scimitar.

The smell of blood filled the sky above the royal court, and the sticky black hot plasma flowing out of the corpse gathered together, almost flowing under Zangyan's horse's hooves.

Zangyan was not afraid of blood, he was only afraid of madman. This Morton was definitely a lunatic. A good sweat-blooded horse, he actually shot to death with his own hands. A few soldiers were slaughtered if they refused to accompany him to go crazy. This was simply terrible. Maodun killed someone, inserted the plasma-solidified scimitar back into the scabbard, and then muttered, all the soldiers knelt down and listened to the instructions afterwards, and there was not even a person who dared to look up. Zangyan thought to himself that this person must not be a Shanyu, otherwise there would be an extra tyrant on the grassland. Damn, it was even more cruel than Qin Ershi, and it was terrible.

Morton glanced at this side like a demonstration. Zangyan immediately had a cold war, his neck turned back stiffly, staring at the tension in front of him, his mind swelling, as if he was filled with water.

The envoys of the Huns were completely indifferent to Maodun's actions, and some even applauded, probably they had become accustomed to it. Zangyan began to be a little nervous, and he finally understood the meaning of the four words "strong folk customs". After entering Amani's golden tent, Zangyan also knew how magnificent, how fascinating, and how greedy the beauty of the alien race was.

‘No wonder that old man Touman was confused by this woman and forced his eldest son to suffer from depression or schizophrenia. It turned out to be such a beautiful woman with long and graceful eyes. Not to mention an old man in his seventies, even I may not be able to resist this tempting body and eyes.’ Zangyan stared at Amani, and naturally he became a little disobedient. Amani sat on a snow-white white tiger skin and trimmed his fingernails. He pretended not to see it. The fox fur on his chest opened slightly, revealing two bouncing semicircles, and a deep groove.

The follower coughed twice, and Zangyan immediately woke up and fell to his knees. "The envoy of Yan State Zangyan met with the Queen of the Great Huns, wishing the Queen to be as young as Mount Rouge, with long-lasting hair and never old-fashioned face. The eagle would fall into the mountain stream because of nostalgia for looking down on the queen's beauty. Queen, the Queen is the most beautiful and noblest woman I have ever seen in my life."

Zang Yan's words of flattery were considered to be the pinnacle, and it was very appropriate. Amani's manicure hand stopped immediately, and his big blue eyes as sea water lifted up, looking at Zang Yan from bottom to top. He secretly admired in his heart that this young man was also handsome, and the man in the Central Plains had tender skin and tender flesh, indeed, and his mouth was very sweet, which made people feel itchy, but lacked some masculinity.

"Get up, Prince of Yan, your identity is noble, there is no need to give this great gift. General Dulan, show him the seat." Dulan was just discussing with Amani about dealing with Maodun. He heard that the envoys of Yan State came to think that it must be a chance to get rich, so he kept it on the excuse to see if he could take the opportunity to make some money.

Zangyan sat behind a desk on the left side of Amani in fear and fear, and ordered all the followers to withdraw, leaving only the translator behind, holding a bamboo slip and standing in the middle. Zangyan went straight in with a single sword, stood up and said, "After the summoned by the Queen, our king of Yan, there are some tributes here to be presented to the Queen, please be sure to accept it with a smile." Dulan's dark eyes immediately shone with the green light of the evil wolf, thinking, why didn't this dog go to see me first, so that I could get a share of the pie.

Amani looked at the bamboo slips, shrugging the delicate and round beads of shoulders: "Why should I give such a heavy gift? You people in the Central Plains have a saying that you don't receive any rewards, say your request. My prince." Zangyan was called by her last words, and her legs were weak, and she almost knelt down, and her tongue was knotted. "Queen, Queen, we - King - I do have something to ask for. That's right, our Yan State has been occupied at this moment. This, this, our enemy is very cruel and very cunning. I want to-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-this-

Amani thought to himself that the Central Plains men could only view from afar and not play tricks. They were all too cowardly and were not as scattered as women and children.

"Do you want to borrow troops from our Great Huns?" Du Lan took the opportunity to please him, hoping that when Zangyan left, he would also give him some "soup" to drink.

"Yes, that's right. I hope the queen can make a few good words in front of the Great Shanyu, so that the Great Shanyu can send troops to attack Mayi and Pingcheng. The city defense there is now completely empty, and the Qin army is all thousands of miles away. If the Great Shanyu goes, it will take less than half a month to get thousands of miles of land."

Yinshan and Hetao are all Maodun's defense areas. This is the border of the Xiongnu. The Shangjun generation of Qin State was stationed by Meng Duo, and Modun wanted to launch troops to invade the territory several times but was defeated. Unexpectedly, Zangyan brought such news today.

Amani is not only a vase of greed for money, she is a little politically wise and very happy. Hearing this, he was moved by his eyebrows, and his silver teeth flashed, and he asked sternly. "Is this news reliable? According to our information, Wang Ben, the first general of Qin, was guarded by Wang Ben, the Qin general, with nearly 200,000 troops, which could not be broken at all. Why did you bring the opposite information?"

When Zangyan heard Amani's reaction, he knew that the matter had succeeded and said in a righteous voice. "Maybe God favored the Great Huns, Queen Qi Bing's army retreated. They went to Qi State and were preparing to fight against the Chu people in the south. It was time for the Great Huns to send troops."

Dulan saw Amani's blue eyes shining and asked quickly, "Is the news reliable?" Zangyan raised his face and said, "We are fighting with the Qin people. We know their movements well and will never make any mistakes." Dulan hit his chest with his right arm and said excitedly. "Queen, it is a great opportunity for thousands of years. Please meet the Great Huns immediately. I want to lead troops to the war."

"Slow, slow, slow, slow--" Amani suddenly shook his beautiful head, and his snow-white face was like the bright moonlight; "No, bad, bad. You can go, it's not your defense, do you understand? Go quickly, carry a horse, I'm going to meet the Great Huns, I finally thought of a way to drive the rebellious son out of the royal court."

Dulan patted the back of his head, "Yes, let them kill each other. If they win, it will naturally be the queen's credit. If they lose, then it will be - haha, maybe the eldest prince will never come back."

Amani smiled at Zang Yanmei and exclaimed in a low voice, "Great Prince, you'd better be clear. Now I can cooperate with you. That's for sure. However, your life is also pinched in my palm." She said, stretching out the five slender jade fingers and retracted them, clenching her fists; "I can kill you at any time, so you must do what I said, do you understand?"

Zangyan was sweating coldly: "Only the queen's order is to follow, please rest assured." Amani Liu walked out of the desk with a charming waist with a scent, approached Zangyan's nose, and said fiercely, "I will take you to see the Great Chanyu, and you told the Chanyu that as long as there are 10,000 troops, you can attack Pingcheng. Do you understand?"

A drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead and slid down from his nose. Zang Yan swallowed and spitted, and said foolishly, "Ten thousand people, ten thousand people, I'm afraid it's not enough. At least 50,000 cavalrymen--"

"Stop it—" Amani was furious, her almond eyes widened, and a blue murderous aura shot out of her beautiful eyes; "I just told you that everything must be followed by my arrangements. Do you have a bad memory?"

Zangyan wiped his sweat and took a deep breath. He felt a little cold in the back of his neck. He shivered and thought to himself, could he be the one who wanted to kill Morton. Damn, there are conspiracies everywhere, Wu She has his own plan, Han Xin has his own mind, and I have made preparations, but I didn't expect that the Huns also used tricks. It's so great, it's so great. I want to see who is the final winner and who can kill whom.

"I understand. The villain really understands this time, so I ask the queen to take me to see the Great Chanyu. I will definitely follow the queen's instructions."

Amani sneered and grabbed his right hand in his chest, thrust his bulging chest, twisted his waist, and walked over to Zangyan; "Okay, noble Prince Yan, you can come with me if you save your life. General Dulan, you can find a comfortable fast horse for the prince. The Great Chanyu is hunting on the playground twenty miles away. If we can't get there before dark, we may not find any trace."

Dulan thought to himself, this kid didn't even give me a piece of cake and gold, and I would have to prepare a comfortable war horse for him. That's strange.

When Dulan went out, he happened to meet someone, who came over with a group of war horses and greeted him arrogantly. "Deyang, you are here just right, give your horse a general. We have a noble prince here, need a good horse?"

"Prince? Is that prince, is that big prince or little prince? My horses are all for ordinary soldiers, but there are no good horses, and these horses are not worthy of the prince's riding." The so-called Deyang is Li Deyang of the Great Qin State. He did not have the surname Li on the land of the Huns.

"Neither the eldest prince nor the second prince, but the prince of Yan State, this is it-"

"Prince of Yan State?!" Li Deyang got off the horse and looked at Zangyan for a while, waved his hand and ordered someone to move over a thin horse. "It's really a noble prince, I'm disrespectful, disrespectful." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!