Qihuang

Yan Liao's face was sullen, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes, which made everyone in the opposite team tremble.

The people in the small team watched Yan Liao and the two with their swords in their hands. The leader, a burly man, held the steel sword tightly in both hands, and saw that the man he stopped was riding a red rabbit and wearing a fiery red cloak, which was hard to hide even under the dark sky Guanghui suddenly fell silent.

It's not good to stop anyone!Stop Mobei God of War!

Feeling trembling in his heart, he still struggled with his momentum, kicking Yan Liao fiercely, and the big man shouted: "Today...today...today I will let you...you...you die...here!"

Yan Liao: "..."

Wu Hai: "..."

He looked very fierce, but whoever wanted to speak actually stuttered, his words flickered three times, and all his momentum was completely vented.Yan Liao let go of the hand holding the knife, thinking that this could not be someone under Danlu's hands.

Who is that?robber?Bandits?

The thinner man behind the stammering man squeezed his eyes and said softly with a trembling voice: "Our captain is not nervous, but stuttering!"

"Fuck you!" The captain of the big man heard this, and hit the skinny man behind him with the handle of the knife.

Unexpectedly, he could speak eloquently when swearing, without stammering at all.

Wu Hai coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are from Dansen, right?"

The big man jumped up in an instant: "Don't call the third prince of my family by his name!" The rest of the people also raised their steel knives and took a step forward with fierce faces.

It turned out that the man from Dansen still seemed to be a loyal soldier protecting the master, and he didn't stutter when defending the master.

Regarding Dansen, although he is a young son with no sense of existence, Yan Liao has some thoughts about him.If it's not necessary, don't move him for now.So Yan Liao asked: "Dansen's people are here, what's the matter?"

Although Yan Liao didn't have a gloomy face anymore, his half-smile expression, coupled with the resounding "fierce" name, didn't make the team's heartbeat calm down.

The thin man was holding the knife tremblingly. He narrowed his eyes and muttered, "What should I do? There are wolves before and tigers behind. We are probably going to die here today... oh, you guys Look, there is really a wolf ahead..." Seeing the white wolf baring its teeth and neighing, he seemed to have glimpsed his own fate.

Either be reduced to the soul of the knife, or be reduced to the food in the stomach, besides, is there a third kind of miracle happening?

Yan Liao took a harmful look.The creature sank to the ground, its tail tucked tightly between its legs, and there was a terrible low growl in its throat, as if it would rush forward without hesitation to tear open the veins of the enemy at a single command.

Yan Liao jumped off the horse with a chuckle, raised his chin, and asked the captain, "Who is the tiger behind?"

"No... no... I won't tell you... I'll tell you!" The captain took a few steps back.

Yan Liao saw that they were almost scared out of courage, they didn't look like they could do anything bad, so he withdrew his murderous intentions, waved his hand and said, "I won't kill you, you go. But if you dare to touch me, Mo Beizi For a thousand hairs and a penny of silver, I will kill your master!"

Yan Liao said it lightly, but the sharp light in his eyes was shocking.After hearing this, the team was both happy and scared, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally chose to pick up the knife and run away.

The thin man didn't expect the third kind of miracle to happen, he ran a few steps and then stopped.

After a little bit of tangling, the thin man didn't choose Yan Liao, who was standing with his hands behind his back, but Wu Hai, who Chitu immediately looked weak.

When he came under the horse, the thin man said softly: "Young master, our third prince is seriously ill, and my king doesn't care about it. The weather this year is not right. I'm afraid there will be a snowstorm. So we hide it from my king and the second prince." , Spontaneously ran into Mobei to buy herbs for the third prince.

There are indeed soldiers behind us, but not just the soldiers chasing us. Among them, those hiding in the mountain road are all preparing to attack Mobei King City. "

The captain walked over in two or three steps, slapped the skinny man into the snow, and shouted at him, "What the hell are you talking about!"

The thin man staggered up from the snow and yelled back at the captain: "I just want the third prince to live! Don't we all want the third prince to live! Nama won't let us live, but Mobei will let us live, Why can't I say it!"

Yan Liao looked at the thin man and asked him: "What's wrong with your master?"

The thin man who was neighing just now lowered his head again, and said dejectedly, "It's just a cold, but it's very serious, and there's no medicine..."

Yan Liao thought for a while, then took off the jade pendant hanging from his waist and threw it at the thin man.

Holding the cool jade pendant, the thin man was at a loss: "This...?"

Yan Liao said: "The Baicao Hall outside the city, take the jade pendant of this eldest son, and take the necessary herbs back to Dansen."

Thin man: "!!!"

Many Nama soldiers: "???"

For a moment no one dared to move.It was already a miracle not to kill them, but they actually returned the token to show the way to get the medicine. This team of Naama people almost doubted their own eyes and ears.

Wu Hai coughed twice, and smiled at the stupid thin man who got off his horse: "Go quickly, I'll take it as a return gift for your correspondence."

The thin man came back to his senses, and the sickly beauty was wrapped in a fiery red cloak, with such a faint smile, even Bai Xue was overshadowed, it seemed that there was only such a smile left in the world, and the heart was shocked... He was dumbfounded.

Yan Liao, who was expressionless, said, "Still leaving? Harmful, bite him!"

The white wolf jumped up with a cry, and everyone from the Nama clan ran away with their heads in their arms: "Help——"

When the people left, Wu Hai suppressed his smile, looked down at Yan Liao, and asked, "Why did your son save Dansen?"

Yan Liao glanced at him: "It's not to save Dansen, but he doesn't have to die right now."

Wu Hai pretended to be clear, and asked: "So the son wanted to sell Nama a favor, so as to reconcile?"

Yan Liao shook his head, sneered and said: "You can reconcile with Nama by the life of an unfavored prince, are you confused? Besides, even if you temporarily reconcile with Nama, the border will not be peaceful. There will always be peace. Small tribes have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain to invade the border one after another.

If the border of Mobei is to be truly stabilized, either all ethnic groups must be uprooted in one fell swoop, or other methods must be used to subdue the most powerful Mobei.Deadly battles cost money and life, and anyone with a little more brains would not choose to fight to the death. "

Wu Hai hooked his lips and smiled coolly: "The prince has always had a special feeling for this kind of unfavored little guy."

Yan Liao was thinking about the border defense of his home country, and Wu Hai suddenly said this, which immediately made him angry, but seeing Wu Hai's cold smile, Yan Liao calmed down again.

Wu Hai was weird, although he was provocative as always, but it was a little different from before, but Yan Liao couldn't say what was different.

Maybe it's because of continuous accidents in one day, that your mind has become extra sensitive?Yan Liao didn't think about it any more, rubbed his temples, took the reins and continued on his way.

Even if Wu Hai has something in mind, as long as he is still in Mobei and in the palm of his hand, there will be no big waves.

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Yan Liao came to Fangshan Jian countless times, the Chitu has a spirit, and knows the master's mind, without Yan Liao's deliberate urging, he found a cave with ease.The cave was hidden behind a pile of rocks, and it was hard to find without getting close. Yan Liao jumped off his horse and entered the cave first.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and it was even impossible to see five fingers in the cave.Yan Liao reached out and groped on the wall, and found a fire pocket.It's just that I haven't been here for a long time, and I don't know if it can still be used.Fortunately, with good luck, the fire pocket was successfully ignited.

Yan Liao held the torch and motioned for Wu Hai behind him to follow. He himself took the lead and lit all the torches with wall lamps on the wall.

Wu Hai led Chitu behind him, seeing Yan Liao in front of him so familiar, he frowned slightly.

The cave is long and narrow, but when you go deep into it, it suddenly becomes clear. There is actually another hole in it, and there is a well-drilled simple stone room.

Wu Hai was amazed: "My son still has this hobby of living in seclusion in the mountains."

Yan Liao ignored him, tidied up the dusty stone room a bit, dragged out a pile of dry firewood from under the stone bed, lit it for heating, and when he was done, he jumped onto the stone bed and sat cross-legged, and began to condescend to examine Wu Hai.

Wu Hai noticed that two eyes were locked on him, calmly raised his head and looked at Yan Liao.

The ignited firewood crackled, and the jumping flames illuminated Wu Hai's figure, casting his shadow on the stone wall behind him, forming a shaky shadow.

Harmful is very smart, sensing the familiar unequal atmosphere between the two, raised his paws and slowly crawled under the stone bed, ignoring what was going on outside the window, and simply curled up his body—to sleep.

The stone room was very quiet, and every sound would echo, Yan Liao lowered his voice and asked Wu Hai, "You went to Xian'an City for more than April, what happened?"

In the dim light and shadow, Yan Liao's deep facial features were blurred. Wu Hai couldn't see his expression clearly. He leaned lightly against the stone wall, half folded his arms and replied:

"It's nothing more than the princes from all over the world went to Beijing to meet, and His Majesty held a banquet for the king. Who knew that His Majesty's holy body was ill overnight. After being diagnosed by the imperial physicians, it was said that he was overworked and caught a cold. Who knew that His Majesty had been ill for more than a month. It’s not going well, and the Taoist edict was issued, saying that all the princes and kings should enter the palace to serve the saints for half a month. The princes will naturally act according to the order, and wait until..."

Wu Hai paused slightly, lowered his eyes, and then said:

"When King Mobei finally entered the palace, news of His Majesty's assassination came that night. His Majesty passed away, and the Empress quickly controlled the situation, and secretly received the Prime Minister to enter the palace to draft an imperial decree, and then announced the rest of the princes to enter the palace and publicly executed Mobei King."

Yan Liao pursed his lips tightly, and punched the stone bed.

Wu Hai tilted his head and coughed twice again: "I'm not qualified to be there, and the details are unclear. The only thing I could do at that time was to find a way to escape from Xian'an as soon as possible and come back to report to you. But... the matter of His Majesty's death It was secret but not announced, and I never heard the slightest wind along the way, presumably the court has other plans."

Yan Liao asked angrily, "Emperor Dog suddenly fell ill for more than a month, don't you suspect?"

Wu Hai looked at him indifferently, and said lightly: "The prince really thinks highly of me. Xian'an City is under the foot of the emperor. What kind of identity am I? Don't say it's just suspicious, even if you know what will happen with full confidence, so what?"

After hearing this, Yan Liao threw off his robe and jumped off the stone bed, walked quickly to Wu Hai, and stretched out his hand to strangle him by the neck.

"I haven't made gestures for four months, and dare to talk back?"

The two were so close that their breaths were intertwined. Yan Liao immediately noticed that the breath on Wu Hai's body was different from the light and cool breath in the past. At this time, his breath was extremely hot, and the delicate skin under his palm was even hotter. .

Wu Hai smiled lightly, raised his hand to cover Yan Liao's hand strangling his neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the son going to kill me this time?"

Although he was asking Yan Liao if he wanted to kill him, Wu Hai was quite calm, with his phoenix eyes raised slightly, neither frightened nor angry, as if he was asking calmly, "Did you eat, my son?"

Wu Hai knew very well that Yan Liao would not kill him.

No matter how hard he strikes, he will never really take his own life.Even saying that he had given himself a deadly poison this time was just a lie, as Wu Hai guessed.

Wu Hai has always felt that this favored son of heaven, who is a god in the eyes of Mobei people and a ghost in the eyes of border people, is actually quite distorted in psychology, especially when dealing with himself, he has been so distorted that he can't judge according to ordinary laws for no reason.

And Yan Liao's distortion has already penetrated into the bone marrow and left deep and indelible marks on Wu Hai's body and heart.

It was so serious that Wu Hai wanted to return it all to this man with ten times the power.

"Are you really poisoned? Or caught a cold?"

Yan Liao suddenly made a sound, and promptly wiped away the thick ink-like gloomy color in Wu Hai's phoenix eyes, and Wu Hai regained consciousness instantly.

In the stone room, the thick night outside could not be seen, and the specific time could not be known, but Wu Hai, who had just regained his senses, knew that it was just midnight.

Because the poison in his body is no longer different from the small fights in the daytime, but swift and violent, just like Yan Liao's weird temper when facing him, it exploded in the blood, crazily Running.

Moreover, everything flocked to an unspeakable position.

Wu Hai snorted: "My lord, let me go."