This first emperor is awesome

The corners of his mouth were filled with traces of blood, and the burning pain on his face was far less than the trauma in his heart.

why?

"Heroic Daxia people, how can there be such a coward like you?"

"What is humiliation?"

"What is forbearance?"

"There are only Daxia people who die on horseback, not those who kneel down to survive."

"In the past few years when the Yue clan was used as a hostage, you haven't learned any other skills, but you have learned the tricks and schemes of the southerners?"

"In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy will disappear."

"The southerners fight as soon as they want, and the Daxia warriors will teach them an indelible lesson."

"This battle will definitely make the southerners shrink back into the fortified city, and dare not compete with the Great Xia cavalry again."

Touman glared at Maodun, full of momentum.

"Yes, father."

Mao Dun embraced alone, bowed and bowed, not daring to continue talking back.

"The envoys of the two southerners will teach you how to deal with it. Don't let my father down again, otherwise my father will doubt whether you can afford the post of Great Xia Wanqi Commander."

Touman made no secret of his disappointment, and his tone was forceful.

"The son understands that he will definitely live up to his father's expectations."

Mao Dun respectfully said, not daring to disobey at all.

"Father, Father, Father"

Just then, an urgent voice sounded.

Another young man walked in with an anxious expression on his face.

"My dear son, what's the matter?"

Touman seemed to be a different person in an instant, and he no longer showed the slightest sternness. He looked at the young man who walked in with doting eyes, and said with a kind smile on his face.

Mao Dun lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, as if a huge boulder was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Huh? Second child, you're here too!"

Seeing Maodun standing there with his head bowed, the young man hastily stepped forward to greet him warmly.

"Brother, how is the harvest?"

Mo Dun raised his head, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hey! Don't mention it, those southerners are really useless. Before I practice my archery to the fullest, those damned southerners will die."

"No, I came to my father to ask him for another hundred southern slaves."

The young man's tone was full of contempt and disdain, and he said lazily.

"Brother is really hardworking, I should learn more from my brother."

After a few dry laughs, he became even more angry.

This guy must have done it on purpose.

Going south to fight the autumn wind last year, the sneak attack on Taiyuan was a strategy I formulated, and I personally led the troops there.

That's why he was named Wanqichang by his father, but what?

Even if I work hard, I'm not as good as this waste of food, drink and fun.

He captured a large number of slaves, and asked his father for dozens of young and beautiful female slaves, hoping to reward his subordinates.

But he was flatly rejected by his father and only gave him fifty slaves.

And this guy?

You don't have to do anything, just open your mouth and you will be a hundred slaves.

And my father was responsive and never refused.

Envy and jealousy boiled in Mao Dun's heart.

"Hey, what's the matter with the second brother's face?"

"Couldn't it be the father who hit him?"

"Hey! Big Brother has always told you that you must respect your father and never disobey him."

"Tsk tsk, my poor brother!"

"Why are you always so disobedient?"

The young man stretched out his big white hand and touched the clear fingerprints on Mao Dun's face, his tone was full of ridicule and sarcasm.

"What the elder brother taught me is that the younger brother will keep it in mind."

Mao Dun still had a happy face, and said humbly.

"Remember."

"Hahaha!"

Patting Maodun's face lightly, the young man burst out laughing.

Mao Dun lowered his head humbly, his eyes flashed with a gloomy and cold light, his face turned red and then turned pale.

"My son practiced riding and shooting hard, as a father, how could he not support him?"

"I'll send you a hundred slaves later, don't worry, my son."

Touman laughed, looking at the young man with satisfaction on his face and said.

"Father, Bobu doesn't want to be a slave."

Bobu came directly behind Touman and began to relax his shoulders and squeeze his back for his father.

"Then I am?"

Touman was stunned, puzzled.

"Father, those slaves are dirty and smelly southerners, not fun at all."

Bobudu is already 21 years old, but he has been spoiled since he was a child, and he said in a coquettish tone.

"Okay, if the father finds out, give my son a hundred slaves."

Touman looked like a nouveau riche, very straightforward and generous.

Sour

Too sour

Mao Dun felt that the jar of jealousy in his heart had been overturned, what the hell, they were all sons, why is there such a big difference?

If you don't like me, you should shoot the wall at the beginning, you old bastard.

"The son retired first, father take care."

Mao Dun felt that his whole body was in a daze, and his heart ached like a knife.

Touman, on the other hand, only cared about chatting and laughing with Bobu, just cast a glance at Maodun, and then waved his hand without even bothering to say anything.

Mao Dun hugged his arms again, bowed down and bowed, then turned around and left slowly.

His steps were heavy, and he walked towards the door of the big tent step by step, his eyes became colder and colder, gradually filled with blood

Chapter 71 Ambitious Mouton

In a dark cave, Mao Dun stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of a huge stone tablet.

There is no word on the stone tablet, only bloodstains drop after drop, densely covering the surface of the stone tablet.

There was a sound of footsteps, and several Hun soldiers came in escorting a man covered with a black cloth.

After several soldiers brought him there, they unanimously bowed and bowed with one hand in their arms, and then left quietly.

Mao Dun stared at the stele for a long time before turning around.

Walking up to the bound masked man, he took off his hood, and then took out the sackcloth stuffed in his mouth.

"Don't, don't kill me"

This person is the Deputy Envoy of Daqin, his eyes were full of panic and panic, and he kept yelling. ,

Mao Dun didn't speak, but pulled out a sharp knife and drew an arc towards the deputy envoy.

Done

The deputy envoy sighed inwardly, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's just that after a long time, the deputy envoy didn't feel any pain.

He suddenly found that the rope on his body was broken, and he opened his eyes immediately, only to find that the rope had been cut by the young man in front of him.

It turned out that he didn't want to kill himself, so what was he going to do?

Where is Dian Kecheng?

The deputy envoy searched around, but found no trace of Dian Kecheng.

"Don't look for him, his body has already been mutilated. His head was cut off and put in a box, and will be sent to your Majesty the Emperor."

Mouton smiled slightly, his eyes shining brightly.

"who are you?"

"Why didn't you kill me?"

The deputy envoy was full of suspicion, looked at Mao Dun warily and said.

"Sir, please take a bow."

Mao Dun put his hands together, using the southern etiquette he had learned, and bowed his hands.

"What do you mean, son?"

The deputy envoy became even more frightened, completely ignoring the situation.

"Modun saved Mr. because he was impressed by his talent."

"If Mr. does not give up, Mao Dun is willing to worship Mr. as a teacher, and hope Mr. will not give up."

Mao Dun bowed his hands again, with an extremely sincere attitude.

Morton?

The deputy envoy finally realized, this is Shan Yu's son?

"My lord, Nie Shen can't afford it!"

The deputy envoy, Nie Shen, hurriedly replied that he was originally a son of a lonely merchant in Zhao State. When he was a child, his family was wealthy, and he went to private school, so he can be regarded as a poor scholar.

Now that his family is in decline, because he can speak the Huns, he was selected as the deputy envoy of Great Qin.

"Sir, I can bear it. Mao Dun has longed for Shenzhou since he was a child. Although he is diligent and eager to learn, he has never met a good teacher and has only learned superficially."

Mao Dun pulled Nie Shen, without airs at all, just sat on the boulder in the cave and talked freely.

"My lord's life-saving grace, Nie Shen has nothing to repay."

"But since ancient times, Hua and Yi have been incompatible. Although Nie Shen is from Zhao, he is also a descendant of China, a descendant of Yan and Huang."

Nie Shen thanked him first, then carefully declined.

"Sir, what is China?"

"Those who have a heart for China are people from Huaxia, and we Daxia people are also descendants of Queen Xia, not barbarians."

"Sir, who has read the Book of Songs thoroughly, do you have the heart to reject an eager student who is devoted to China?"

Mao Dun was not angry at all, but acted like a scholar, respectful and arguing with reason.

"This"

Nie Shen was directly speechless by what Mo Dun said, a little at a loss.