[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

At the end of the year, the New Year is just around the corner, but there is no festive color in the prosperous Gyeonggi area. This is probably one of the saddest winters since the establishment of the Southern Dynasty. The message that came came tightened my heart,

The Tartars went down another state.

After occupying the two prefectures, the Tartars were finally willing to calm down for a while, and they were willing to communicate with the southern court. You come and go, but you need money, food, and people—the third thing.

Regardless of whether the Southern Dynasty will surrender again, this does not prevent the court from collecting taxes in advance. If there is no sufficient small treasury, how will the Southern court arm their army, and how can they pay the indemnity needed to protect the regime at the last moment?

In the twilight of the dynasty, natural disasters and man-made disasters will never appear alone. In the Southern Dynasty, there was a rebellion in the prefectures under the jurisdiction of the southwest of the Central Plains. The thieves, robbers and strong men can make up one hundred and eight copies of "Water Margin", but it is really the first time that they are really willing to protest the imperial court with a clear-cut banner and reach a certain scale.

The imperial court hastily dispatched troops to the south to suppress the bandits, but so what if it succeeded?All the internal and external troubles of this dynasty were born on its rotten body, and they only treated the symptoms but not the root cause, and no matter how busy they were, they could not heal the wounds.

"Boss! A new order has come down. It is said that there are strongmen on Qiannan Road in the north, and one of them can summon tigers and leopards, and has already attacked many caravans."

The soldiers muttered unwillingly: "This kind of hard and difficult job comes to us, and those good things of escorting the nobles to Beijing will not be our turn. It's just that we don't like the background of our city guards. Pooh."

"Don't worry, this is the last time."

The leader of this soldier was squatting by the bonfire, and he stood up slowly when he heard the words. He was very tall, a head taller than ordinary soldiers: "After the successful suppression of bandits this time, no one dares to look down on the city defense army again. .”

The leader's words were so loud that almost all the soldiers were convinced immediately. They looked at their leader with admiration and yearning, and the source of all this prestige was the leader's powerful strength and amazing achievements.

A few months ago, the team leader was just a newcomer. If he hadn't been well-connected and physically strong, he would have been bullied by veterans. Who would have thought that this seemingly taciturn guy would be so secretive? , and soon became the new team leader based on his ability...

So far, no one knows what his holy benevolence is. They only know that he is unfathomable, invincible, and experienced in the formation of troops.

The new team leader, that is, Wei Jinghuan, who spent two months becoming the leader, is surrounded by his new subordinates. They trust him so much, just like his former comrades-in-arms. They believe that as long as they obey him Commander can get money and live

If there is no invasion of foreign enemies, if there is no tyranny and exploitation... who wouldn't want to live a good life?

"I'm going on a routine patrol, you sit and wait for me." Wei Jinghuan stopped those soldiers who wanted to follow him, raised the torch alone, and walked slowly into the darkness.

Today's curfew is getting stricter, no one dares to go out at night without reason, and in order to save fuel, the lights in many houses have been extinguished, the twilight enveloped the city, in this stretch of night, it seems that only the torch in his hand is the only bright.

Wei Jinghuan has never wavered in his ambition to expel the Tartars, but in the past he thought about making contributions, being loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but now he only has one thought left.

There are always countless people worth protecting in this world, even in that royal family!Isn't there someone as upright and respectable as the old princess?

He can only be praised for his bravery. Since he still has one breath left, he will do his best to protect this land and his compatriots, not for the Southern Dynasty, not for the emperor, but for these most ordinary Southerners people.

"...The boss is so powerful, he will definitely be promoted in the future, maybe he will go to Hangjing to become a general."

On the edge of the city gate in the distance, soldiers were still whispering and laughing in the night.

"Those above seem to be very optimistic about him. Didn't Master Li bring him here before?"

"I heard him say that he wanted to kill the Tartars, what a hero!"

"Speaking of which, where is the boss from? Such a formidable person must come from extraordinary backgrounds, why did he come to be a city pawn..."

As Wei Jinghuan walked further and further away, he gradually could no longer hear the voices behind him, and he could no longer see the warm light of the bonfire. The howling cold wind was blowing towards his face with icy breath, and there was something small mixed with it. In the wind, it rolled into his hair and collar.

"Dongxue..." Wei Jinghuan stretched out his hand and caught the snowflakes falling from the sky. The beautiful gem condensed by ice crystals quietly melted in his hands, leaving only cold water.

This winter, how many desperate people will die in the pure white snow?

Depending on the wind and snow, the torch for patrolling the city had already run out of fuel, getting weaker and weaker, and finally went out in the cold wind, so Wei Jinghuan held up this bare, dead torch, step by step, heavy and Firmly, completely submerged in the darkness.

*

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, with heavy snowfall, this should have been a terrifying season. In the memory of the Tartars, it is always closely connected with cold, disease and hunger, but this year...

The bonfire was lit, cattle and sheep were placed on the fire, barrels of fine wine from the Southern Dynasties were opened one after another, and they were placed in the open air like this, as if anyone who came could drink freely.

In this cold winter, the Tartars finally enjoyed the luxury of warmth and satiation. They drove the slaves to harvest the food, lived in sturdy and tall houses, and even had fun beyond imagination. As long as the battle was brave enough, what kind of Gold, silver and treasure beauties can't enjoy it——

"Stop! You bastard who is worse than a rutting hare! Sow seeds everywhere!" The woman's roar shattered the cold night, and a fiery shadow descended from the sky. She even held a knife in her hand. La! How dare you take my son to fool around!"

With a whoosh, a sharp-eyed guy jumped out of an exquisite house. He was as strong as a wall. He was dressing while running. His movements were so skillful that he was a habitual offender.

This turned out to be a couple, and the one who ran in front was not a stranger. At this moment, he was looking angry: "How old is our Batulu! It's just good to know women now! What do you know, men and women are no the same--"

"Bang!"

The wife, with all her strength, threw the big knife in her hand, which directly shattered the water tank, almost puncturing the husband!

Ba Gen turned pale: "Uzhina, you want to kill me! I'll tell my father-in-law and mother-in-law right away!"

Uzhina yelled: "Go, you think I won't complain to Khan Ketun!"

A strong boy like a calf ran out of the small building behind the two of them, his eyes widened in horror: "Grandma! Dad! What are you doing!"

Miao Xuan, who was walking around with a piebald pony: "..."

The pony who is eating candy from the owner's hand: "..."

One person and one horse watched the familiar farce together, the pony snorted disdainfully, and Miao Xuan stopped it: "You two——"

When Uzhina saw Miao Xuan, it was as if she had seen some fair and kind patriarch, and her eyes immediately turned red: "Uncle! Look at him! The last time I took Zoya, a child, to the deep mountain snow field, this time I brought him Baturu came to this kind of place! I have been married to him for ten years, and he treats me like this!"

Ba Gen was so wronged that he hid behind the pillar, scratching his head and stomping his feet: "I am not good to you. I always think about bringing you food, drink and jewelry when I go out. The cloth on your body is still my flower." It took a lot of effort to find it! Don’t you like it too!”

Seeing that the conversation was going to be endless, Miao Xuan quietly took a step back, took advantage of the cover of the surrounding crowd to leave quickly, and at the same time did not forget to say hello: "Batulu, don't worry about your grandma! Dad, let's go."

The little boy scratching his head with the same style as his father suddenly laughed, and said happily: "Oh, good! My sister is still waiting for me at home!"

Miao Xuan, with two little tails, retreated safely. He first sent his grand-nephew to Ke Dun, and received a sweet greeting from his grand-niece, and then pulled Xiao Huaban back to the stables. Put on some clothes" and slipped away.

It has been ten years, and Bagen and Uzhina have a son and a daughter. They can be regarded as free love and get married as equals, but now they still have quarrels, every time they can be turned upside down, and the number of times has reached Dargachi Unable to accept it.

However, the couple has no intention of separating, and Bagen only recognizes Uzhina in marriage, but the problem is that he is playing tricks.

Of course, Miao Xuan didn't know exactly how many Bagen's illegitimate children had. This person had almost no restrictions on his private life. women and children...

This can be regarded as an advantage, which shows how low the bottom line of this society is.

*

Miao Xuan stepped on the heavy snow and arrived at the residence of Darigachi. Although the town has been sorted out by the Tartars, it still retains most of the southern style, which is quite similar to the previous world in Miao Xuan's memory. resemblance.

The cold winter wind blew in, and Miao Xuan sneezed softly.

Since that time of excessive use of strength, his body has become very cold, especially his hands and feet are cold, and there is almost no way to improve it except staying in warm room water.

But today's Darigachi no longer lives in the traditional khan's tooth tent. He always chooses the most luxurious buildings in the local area to settle down, and then changes his residence as the army advances.

Miao Xuan stepped on the flat stone bricks, and gradually stepped onto the towering building. The number of attendants inside and outside the house increased a lot, and there were many southern faces among them. The only ones he was familiar with were only a few who had served Dari Gachi's old slave.

Everything is different from the prairie. It seems that a four-four-style house can frame people and restrain them in a neat and orderly manner.

"Little uncle, why did you come here? I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

An angry voice sounded, Miao Xuan raised his head and saw Alatan walking down the steps quickly, and as he approached, a gust of hot air rushed towards his face.

Ever since he became an adult, Alatan has had inexhaustible energy, and the weakness of his childhood has long since disappeared. He has become as strong as his brothers. Even in the cold winter, he only needs to wear single clothes, as if hidden in his chest. a fire.

Miao - I don't know how many years old man - Xuan, couldn't help laughing first, and then said slowly in response to the situation: "Something happened..."

"It's the big brother again! I think he can't wait to be wrapped around the waistband of a southern woman, and the husband and wife fight every day, and I don't know how many jokes he has shown to others..." Alatan clicked softly, "Don't talk about him , let's go in quickly."

As soon as the words fell, Alatan took Miao Xuan to the inner room without any explanation. As soon as he entered the door, there was a heater rushing towards him, but Alatan didn't think it was enough, so he took another heater and put it in Miao Xuan's hand—it was from the south. The kind that the ladies and ladies of the aristocratic class love to use, and it is very light.

Miao Xuan couldn't help but said, "I don't think I'm so weak—"

"It's okay if the little uncle doesn't want to take this." Alatan was blocked by Miao Xuan, "Then let me cover my hands for the little uncle."

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan knew very well that this little bastard would keep his promise, so he could only put away the hand stove to show his decline.

Alatan was still a little regretful when he saw this, he hesitated for a while before giving up the tempting idea, and then said seriously: "Father Khan is also planning to continue marching south this time, so he summoned the priests and cowards, little uncle , you might as well stay behind and don’t go to the front again.”

Alatan was worried about Miao Xuan's health, but Miao Xuan had his own plans on this point, and he didn't object directly, but changed the subject: "Is there an outsider meeting Khan today? I came early? "

Many Tartars are not used to the living habits of the southerners. Even in the southern towns, they still retain the willfulness of the grassland. In addition, Darigachi retains the practice of sharing the tent with his wives. Come to this house. Most of them are soldiers with loud voices, but today the inside and outside of the mansion are very quiet, which is not a daily configuration.

"How come, the little uncle will never come early no matter when, we are a family." Alatan laughed, and then explained, "The people inside are surrenders—didn't the emperor of the Southerners send us a few days ago? Is it a valuable messenger group?"

Miao Xuan was taken aback: "Surrender...?"

As far as he knows, the missions that will be sent to the enemy must be trusted by the emperor, and the missions cannot be lonely, there must be family members under the feet of the emperor, so their surrender is the most ruthless all-round betrayal, almost Abandoning his family members in Hangjing, he came to his own future.

Ala showed a contemptuous expression: "Ha, it is said that they are famous people in the literary world, but now they kneel faster than anyone else, and they are not of one mind."

Just saying that, the two of them have passed through several doors, and the further they go in, the fewer attendants with southern blood, and the attendants on both sides are either Semu people or Tartars, so you can tell who they are at a glance He is the one most trusted by Khan.

At the end of the corridor, Miao Xuan finally came to the last curtain. This house probably came from an extremely wealthy family. Even the curtains were made of pearls, dense, elegant and rich.

Before ** opened the bead curtain, loud laughter came from the room—"...Hahaha! Your words are very insightful. I never imagined that there are people like you among the Nanren!"

It was Darigachi's voice, and Miao Xuan couldn't help being a little surprised. Although Khan had a bright temperament, his words were unusual. It sounded like he admired those surrenders?

Alatan sneered slightly, and immediately opened the curtain to make way for Miao Xuan: "Father Khan, I brought my little uncle!"

There is a different world within the curtain. In this magnificent and spacious hall, the Khan Dargachi of the Tartars is sitting on the main seat. He is accompanied by several keshes and servants on both sides. At the bottom of the hall, A group of people dressed as southern officials were huddled together, standing with the guards and servants.

Only in the very center of the hall, a man with broad shoulders and broad back was kneeling upright, with his head bowed solemnly and his back straight.

"Hoelanle! You are here, come and sit here!"

Darigachi's lazy expression was gone, replaced by the concern and love for his nephew and nephew, and his smile even showed some respect: "I heard from Sarina Yada that you are still very weak now, why don't you come here in a sedan chair?" ?”

"I can't even walk a few steps." Miao Xuan smiled helplessly, but still accepted the elder brother's kindness. He stepped forward and took a seat next to the head of the chief.

This time, Miao Xuan sat in one of the positions with the best view in the entire hall, and he finally saw clearly the people kneeling in the hall. Compared with other southern surrenders, he was really too young. There is a just right smile on that handsome face...

Ten years cannot greatly change a young man's appearance, let alone Miao Xuan has a clearer mark on this person.

The little system finally couldn't help it anymore, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice: [I'll go——]

Alatan sat down on the other side of the upper head with a stinking expression, his posture was quite rough, with his legs crossed, in exchange for his old father's disgusting look.

Darikachi disliked his son affectionately, and then he pointed at the kneeling man without respect as if he was showing off some rare beast: "Huo Erlanle, you should really listen to his opinion, I I have never seen such an unusual southerner!"

In the silence of Miao Xuan, Dari Gachi shared enthusiastically: "Finally, a southerner's surrender came to me and did not talk about those great principles, but could come up with some real ideas. No wonder he can be called Bari Recommended, you come—cough, by the way, what's your name?"

The surrendered minister under the hall kowtowed again, this posture that should have been flattering was done by him unexpectedly very elegantly, as he raised his head, his smile was the same as before, there seemed to be something pleasing to the face on this handsome face. People like masks.

I just heard him say neither humble nor overbearing: "Report to Khan, Lord Priest, I am Huo Yuhuai."

Huo Yuhuai, a descendant from the south, has the second goal.