He had no impression of Tiemur, but he knew very clearly that this title should not appear here at this time.

Although Tiemur's "rebellion" has not yet reached this ancestral land, he should have been arrested by the Song army.

How did he come here?

What do you want to do when you come here?

Why are these 800 warriors so respectful to him?

Shimke was not a fool. At this moment, many thoughts flashed through his head. He looked a little more natural on his face. He walked to the front with a look of doubt, his eyes falling on Tiemuer's face, "You... are Tiemuer?"

He was destined to not inherit the throne, but his matriarchal status had been in his ancestral land for many years, but of course he still knew about the striking figures like Tiemur.

The term third prince was still somewhat prestigious in the Yuan Dynasty.

"Uncle Simke."

Tiemur smiled and turned his head and bowed to Simke. For them, there are no popular names such as Uncle Thirteenth and Uncle Fourteenth.

"Why are you..."

Shimke couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come back here?"

He looked at the diehards behind Tiemur again, "They..."

Among these people, some of them are familiar faces he had dealt with back then. Although he is not young now, who was not a romantic figure in Zhongdu City back then?

Simke's eyes were full of doubts.

Timur still looked smiling and said, "This matter is a long story. Uncle Simke, what should we do when we go inside?"

"this……"

Shimk hesitated, his eyes flashed a few times, and said, "You have so many people, why don't you let me go in and say hello to your two uncles first? You can also prepare something to welcome you."

The two uncles he mentioned were the only two remaining Yuan Dynasty princes of the same generation as Kublai Khan in this ancestral land, and they were also the most noble people in this ancestral land.

"hehe."

Tiemuer nodded and said, "Then you will be Uncle Lau."

Simk agreed repeatedly and hurriedly ran into the door.

He is from Uncle Tiemur, so he shouldn't be afraid of Tiemur, but these 800 warriors suddenly greeted Tiemur with a kneeling ceremony, which really made his whole heart hang up.

Timur sneered and watched Simke leave.

At this time, Brother An stood up from the ground and whispered to Tiemu, "Third Prince, are we waiting here?"

Tie Muer glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the mysterious middle-aged man who was following him and said, "No hurry, I want to see how our two old princes will greet me, the third prince..."

"yes."

Ango agreed and retreated to the side.

Eight hundred silent soldiers stood up at this time.

Simk hurriedly ran to the distance, rode his horse, and then galloped towards the middle of the white yurt group.

His face was already full of panic.

When he got to a yurt that looked extremely gorgeous in the middle, he dismounted and almost rolled and crawled inside, and then he shouted, "Uncle Chidi, something bad is wrong! something bad is wrong!"

The yurt was filled with the fragrance of wine.

The ground is covered with pure white earthen hall made of animal skin. Although it is not particularly exquisite, it also shows luxury.

There was a big fat man sitting directly above, with several guests sitting on both sides. There were beauties in his arms.

There is a musician playing music in the corner.

Simk ran into it, stunned slightly. He first looked at the man in the middle of the top, and then looked at the person on the left next to him, "Uncle Alahan is here too..."

The person in the middle is the real Uncle Jin. The person on the left is the same.

Both of them were veritable princes of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

"Simke!"

In the middle, I saw Simke's rash and unhappy look, "What makes you so panicked?"

"You, haven't you heard that cry just now?"

Simke said with panic on his face and aftertaste.

"voice?"

"What's the cry?"

At the same time, the sound of silk and bamboo stopped.

Everyone in the room looked at Shimk.

"The Third Prince!"

Shimk said, "The third child of Zhenjin is that Tiemur. He came with many courtiers! Just now, just now, our eight hundred guardians knelt down to him, and this is clearly to be loyal to him!"

"What?"

Listening to this naked, his face suddenly changed and he suddenly stood up.

Immediately afterwards, Alahan next to him also stood up and said with a blushing face, "The Eight Hundred Protectors, are they loyal to him?"

By looking at their expressions, you can tell how loud the name Tiemur is among the nobles of the Yuan Dynasty.

"yes."

Simke said, "Two uncles, think of a solution quickly! He...he came back with so many ministers, but things are not that simple..."

"Call all the troops and go!"

The naked face changed a few times, and then he shouted to the outside. He had a gloomy face, "Temuer must have wanted to come back by tricks. We can't let him ruin our affairs."

"bad thing?"

However, at this moment, Tiemur's voice suddenly sounded outside, "Uncle, what you said, shouldn't you surrender to the Song Dynasty?"

Tie Muer took two people to open the curtain and walked inside with a smile, "This is our ancestral land of Dayuan, a place where glory is poured everywhere. Why? You have lived here for so long, not only have your bodies not been washed by glory, but have you lost your blood in the grassland's courage?"

He was following two people, his face very cold. He was holding an ice blade in his hand, and bleeding was still flowing.

Tie Muer is not simple. He was willing to abandon the Zhenwu realm master in order to play the show for Zhenjin. Obviously, there are other people around him who are not inferior to those chess pieces.

These two are both existences in the True Martial Realm.

Of course, there were experts in the ancestral land, but just now, they were easily killed by the two.

"you……"

Seeing Tie Muer so powerfully, looking at the murderous aura between the two beside him, his heart beat half a beat slower. However, at least he had seen the scene when he was young, he quickly recovered and laughed dryly, "What, how could it be..."

Even he had heard of what kind of character Tiemuer was, and he could be said to be extremely fanatical. If he admitted that he wanted to join Song, he might not be sure what the guy from his grandchildren would do.

It is not easy to see the two people holding weapons, and everyone who drinks here is used to being comfortable. Once they fight, they are afraid they won’t even have a chance to survive.

The heroes don’t suffer any loss at the moment. Those who are “forced” to this place probably understand this truth.

"Then why did I hear my uncle just say that he wanted to summon all the troops?"

Tiemuer stepped forward a few steps and said, "Can it be to capture Tiemuer and then go to the Song Dynasty to seek merit and reward?"

"How is that possible!"

He smiled embarrassedly, "You are the hope of our Borjijin family. Of course, Uncle Zu wants to protect you well. How could he have the idea of ​​arresting you?"

Then he led the topic back, "By the way, how did you come back? I heard that you brought a lot of court officials back?"

"yes."

Tiemur nodded and said, "They are waiting outside!"

As he said that, he walked straight to the naked land and whispered, "Uncle Zu, I believe you will protect me, but I still prefer to control my destiny. In addition, when my father left, he had already passed the throne to me, so please give me the tiger talisman of the elite soldiers of the ancestral land... how about it?"
Chapter completed!