There was a smell of embarrassment in the carriage.

Neither Shatilie nor Heishan said anything. Anyway, after waiting for a few more hours, the pants should be dry. By then, they can pretend that nothing happened.

At this time, a Qin soldier guard who had followed Li Xin all the way came over casually and said: "General Li Xin is drunk. He ordered you to leave on your own. After passing the Great Wall, you will reach the land of the Xiongnu.

You must know the way too."

After saying this, the guards didn't bother to pay attention to the two Huns envoys anymore, so they gathered among the border soldiers and talked about their experiences in Xianyang City.

The one that gets talked about the most is Sophora millet which has been in the limelight recently.

Have you ever seen an immortal in a dream? A cup of immortal wine costing one hundred thousand dollars? Beating up General Wang Li? Willing to bet your life with others at every turn?

The Qin soldiers guarding the border were fascinated when they heard this, and they missed the Central Plains even more.

That night, I didn't know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people were looking for their hometowns.

The Qin soldiers guarding the border were homesick, and Heishan and Shatilie were even more homesick. After receiving the order to leave, Heishan struggled to get up, sat on the coachman's seat, flicked his whip, and drove the carriage to the north.

After crossing the Great Wall, Heishan breathed a sigh of relief. He finally returned to the Huns and no longer had to worry.

At the same time, he felt more and more hatred in his heart, and couldn't help but think: "The Qin people are really rude, they actually made me wait in the carriage for four hours. Well, after I go back, I will guard the Qin State, and the strength of the troops."

Tell Shanyu in detail, I will kill you all and make rivers of blood flow."

Thinking of this, Heishan said to Shatilie who was behind him: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will report it to the Chanyu when I get back next time. Today's shame will be wiped away soon."

When Shatilie heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat: "What? He wants to report to my father? What to report? Of course it is my punishment. If my father knows about it, how can I inherit the throne? How can I keep it?

life?"

The more Shatilie thought about it, the more frightened he became. Looking at Heishan's back, he felt more and more that this man deserved to die.

So he quietly touched his arms and took out a short knife.

Then, with a sudden force, he thrust the knife into Heishan's back.

Heishan screamed and fell off the carriage. His body twitched twice and then closed his eyes.

When he was dying, Heishan was still regretting: "It's a pity that I haven't had time to tell Shan Yu about Qin's customs defense."

Montenegro was dead, and Shatilie climbed into the coachman's seat and began to drive the horse northward.

Shatilie looked back at Black Mountain lying on the grassland. There were already crows circling nearby.

The corpses on the grassland will not be preserved for long. Crows, eagles, hungry wolves, wild dogs... everyone will follow the smell.

Shatilie whispered: "Heishan, Zhu Xuer, and every Huns killed by Donghu, I will definitely avenge you. After returning this time, I will convince my father to go to Donghu."

As for revenge against the Qin Dynasty, Sha Tilie had never thought about it. Even if he wanted to take revenge, he would have to wait until he inherited the position of Chanyu and killed Mao Dun. Otherwise, if those people in Huaiguzi revealed their secrets,

Isn’t it finished?

Shatilie cracked his whip vigorously and drove the carriage towards the north.

A quarter of an hour later, Shatilie suddenly remembered something: "I...I don't know the road."

Every time he went out, Shatilie was always surrounded by people, and he never needed to remember the way. But now, he was the only one left.

He knew that the Shanyu Royal Court was in the north of the Qin Dynasty, but... the north was also very big.

Shatilie wanted to find someone to ask, but in the vast grassland, it was normal not to see anyone for dozens of days.

Shatilie was a little on the verge of tears, feeling that he was afraid that he was going to die in his hometown.

…………

In the Qin Palace, Weiyang called Fu Yao into a small room.

"What is your master doing?" Weiyang asked.

Fu Yao thought for a while and said: "I am teaching farmers how to make steamed buns recently, because the master has promised my father to supply hundreds of kilograms of steamed buns to the palace every day."

Weiyang asked again: "Besides making steamed buns, what else are you doing?"

Fu Yao said: "To make steamed buns, my master grew a lot of leeks. He said that although the steamed buns with leeks are delicious, they will inevitably have a bad breath after eating them, which is very annoying."

Weiyang asked again: "Besides making steamed buns and steamed buns, what else is there?"

Fu Yao said again: "Bake immortal cakes. Master said that there are two types of immortal cakes, one is leavened flour cake, the other is dead flour cake..."

Wei Young felt helpless: "Why are they all eating? Doesn't he want to do something else?"

Fu Yao was stunned for a moment, then he immediately came to his senses and said, "That's right. Master has told me that if anyone else asks, they should always answer that Master is refining the elixir."

"Weiyang, because you are my sister, I am telling you the truth. Please don't go around talking nonsense."

Weiyang rubbed her temples angrily, and then said to Fu Yao: "He never mentioned... a fan?"

Fu Yao suddenly understood and said, "Did you give him the fan?"

Wei Yang's face turned slightly red, and she pretended to be calm and said, "Yes. How did he react after getting the fan?"

Fu Yao thought for a moment and said, "Master sniffed it deeply that day."

Wei Yang suspected that she heard wrongly: "What's more?"

Fu Yao grabbed Wei Young's handkerchief and said, "That's it."

Then, Fu Yao imitated Li Shui's example, burying his head in the handkerchief, inhaling greedily, making his movements as obscene as possible.

Wei Yang looked angry and snatched the handkerchief away. After thinking about it, she threw it back to Fu Yao: "I don't want it anymore, it's so dirty."

Fu Yao didn't mind and put it in his arms.

Wei Yang frowned and said, "Master Huai will definitely not be like you."

Fu Yao said: "That's natural. What kind of person is my master? Although I try hard to imitate his manners and movements, I'm still not as good as he is."

Wei Yang simply ignored the words and asked Fu Yao: "Your master, did you mention a poem recently?"

Fu Yao shook his head: "No, my master never recites poetry."

Weiyang sighed: "Forget it, you go and play."

Fu Yao ran away, and Wei Young was a little confused. She thought of the poem on the fan, and felt a little uneasy.

"Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not listen. Could it be... that this poem is too straightforward? It scares Huai Guzi? No, I just said that I want him to come in often

Palace, bring me something to eat. If he thinks too much, it’s none of my business, right?"

At this moment, Wei Yang was really tossing and turning, with ups and downs in her heart.

…………

In Shangjun Courtyard, Li Shui was drinking with Li Xin.

Li Xin came back very quickly. He worked hard all the way without rest for several days, and finally returned to Xianyang.

After coming back, he first reported to his wife, then took a shower and changed clothes, and then went to Li Shui's place to drink.

Li Xin poured himself a cup and drank, shouting happily.

Li Shui was playing with the fan that Wei Yang gave her. He suddenly discovered that the flowers and birds on the fan had older traces, while the poem had newer traces, as if they had just been engraved on it.

Could it be that Wei Yang carved it himself?

After Li Xin had a few drinks, he saw Li Shui's fan and exclaimed, "This fan is really a good thing."

Li Shui took the opportunity to ask Li Xin: "Brother Li, do you know how to read?"

Li Xin suddenly asked, blushing, and shouted: "How can I be illiterate? How can a general be illiterate? Li has been a nobleman for generations and has read poetry and books since he was a child..."

Li Shui was overjoyed and quickly took out the fan, pointed to the poem on it, and asked, "What is this about?"

Li Xin felt a little guilty. It was true that he knew the characters, but he didn't recognize the characters on the fan.

There are eight types of Qin scripts: large seal script, small seal script, engraving script, insect script, imitation script, signature script, Shu script, and official script. They have different uses and different writing methods.

Ordinary aristocrats, who have read poetry and books since childhood, can understand him. However, Li Xin had little interest in reading since he was a child. He believed that writing was just to help remember things, and doing so many tricks was simply to please others.

Therefore, after he learned the most widely used Xiaozhuan, he abandoned the others.

Most of his time was spent studying the art of war.

The characters on the fan looked like large seal scripts, but also looked like engraved symbols. Li Xin was a little unsure.

If we change the time, we might be able to grab a doctor and ask him. But now Li Shui is waiting nearby, which would be embarrassing.

Li Xin's eyes widened and he hesitated, "This seems to be a poem."

Li Shui said: "Yes, there are several words in each piece, and I can tell it is a poem. Brother Li, do you recognize it?"

Li Xin said: "Why, you don't recognize it?"

Li Shui's face turned red and hesitantly said: "I am from Chu. The writing of Chu State is very different from that of Qin State."

Li Xin nodded: "That's true."

At the same time, he was relieved: Since you Huaiguzi can’t read anyway, I made up nonsense. When I turned around and found out I was wrong, I said I was drunk and didn’t see clearly.

There is a poem on the fan, um... which poem do I know best by heart? Yes!

Li Xin confidently pointed to the fan and said: "Look, there are four lines in this poem. They are: How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with my son. When the king raises his army, he repairs my spear... huh?"

Li Xin couldn't continue practicing because the last sentence "Zi Ning Bu Si Yin" contained five characters. The number no longer matched.

Li Xin paused for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "The last sentence is, repair my spear..."

Li Shui chuckled and put away the fan.
Chapter completed!