Loyal heart travels a long way

In recent days, everyone in Helin City dared not make any serious mistakes, for fear of being caught in front of Khan and punished.

Helin City, also known as Hara Helin, is the current capital of Tatar.

Borzigit Nar has been in a bad mood these days, very bad.

Since the Great Zhou captured Wulanchabu, the Tatars have been retreating steadily, and after losing several battles, the morale of the army has also been lost, and it is even more difficult to win.And Da Zhou also seemed to intend to teach the Tatars a lesson. He changed his original style of adhering to the border and never invading, and went straight to the north.Tatar is not big in the first place, it is considered a small frontier country, if Dazhou continues to fight like this, it will almost bring down Helin City.

Gnar is like a raging lion these days, he wants to smash everything he sees, and scolds everyone he sees, not to mention the common people who are still talking about this a few days in advance.

A few days ago, some people said that it was because Gnar took the initiative to provoke the war, which caused people to come to his lair. They blamed their king for being too belligerent. At that time, many people said that I was very much in favor of it, and after being heard by the patrolling soldiers, these people who gathered together to gossip about Jiangnar were directly arrested.Aside from being demoted to the rank of slave, he was also ordered not to marry with the Tatar natives, and was sent directly to Ulanqab to intermarry with Han people.

Tatars attach great importance to the purity of blood, and Tatars who marry Han people will be inferior to pure Tatars in blood, which is as serious a punishment for the common people as it is for all the children of Han people to fall into slavery up.

That night, the angry Khan had another outburst as usual in his dormitory. The servants did not dare to breathe for fear of touching the Khan's bad luck, and they all behaved like quails.

Gnar had nowhere to fire, so he threw something, and muttered in his mouth that the soldiers who were fighting in front were useless. The prince of Dazhou didn't keep his promise, and the promised tung oil and gunpowder were never delivered. Come over to yourself.

These are all his routines in recent days. The khan who got angry finally felt that he was not so angry. He lay on the bed and covered the quilt and closed his eyes. He will tell these stupid servants to know how to respect them tomorrow. king, how to obey the teaching of the eagle in the steppe.

The night was getting dark, and even the owls and cuckoos dared not sing outside Gnar's bedroom, only mosquitoes and gadflies flew by occasionally, buzzing and carrying on their carnival.

Gnar slept very restlessly. He had very chaotic dreams. For a while, he and Lin Cheng were beaten down by those from the Chu family, and for a while, an assassin came to his bedroom, holding a knife in his hand, flashing There was a cold chill on the silver tip of the knife.

The assassin was covering his face, and he couldn't see what he was like in the night. He pointed the tip of the knife at his neck, and said coldly: "Borzigit Nar? You have to call yourself a grassland The eagle of the king, the sun of Tartar? Your own brother is suffering at the hands of the Zhou people, but you are enjoying the happiness of this high bed and soft pillow. Can you sit securely on this stolen throne?"

Gnar woke up in a sweat, his heart was beating wildly, and he was still shouting: "No! The throne is mine! I am the eagle of the steppe! I am the sun of Tartar!"

But there was nothing around, and even the servants didn't realize that his king was asleep, waiting outside the sleeping hall.

Gnar is a suspicious person, and he will not let a second person in the dormitory while he is asleep. Every time he wakes up in his sleep, he has to call the servants to come in to serve him.This is something he has been used to for a long time, but today he was not in a good mood, and he had a nightmare again, and felt even more angry, so he roared at the top of his throat: "Dog slaves, didn't you hear that your master woke up? Won't you come in and serve?"

Perhaps his voice was not loud enough, and no slave came in.

Today, these dog slaves really had enough to live, and even neglected their master and their king!Gnar felt even more angry, and almost roared out: "Don't get out?! Don't you want your heads?"

This time, a servant finally came in to serve him. The servant came in and poured a cup of warm kumiss.

Ginger is put in the kumiss, and the sweet and spicy smell of the wine and the spicy smell of the ginger come out with the heat.In fact, this kind of hot thing is not suitable for use at night, and Gnar didn't sleep well tonight, so drinking this kind of thing is like adding insult to injury.

Gnar didn't care at all. He thought that he was the number one king of Tartar, so he should eat beef and mutton and drink the strongest wine.

The hot kumiss soothed Gnar, who dropped his bowl to the ground with a clang, leaned back, and looked up at the servant.

The bedroom is often lit with lamps, and it is not dim, but it is still bright outside the window curtains. The slave's face is clearly reflected by the lights. Gnar can tell that this is a very beautiful slave without carefully identifying it.

Fair skin, a pair of lacquer-like star eyes, no beard.Gnar even wondered if this was some concubine in the harem who wanted to please him, so she came in as a slave to serve her. He looked familiar, but couldn't remember which one.

"You..." He opened his mouth and realized that his throat was a little hoarse. Gnar was too familiar with this state, and he would only make such a voice when he was emotional.

"Gnar," the beautiful servant's lips parted slightly, and the beads of his lips moved accordingly. Gnar couldn't help but follow the slave's mouth, as if it was stuck with dog skin plaster, and couldn't be torn apart, "Nar Er, are you comfortable being a khan?"

Gnar didn't understand why this slave was so bold and dared to talk to him like this, and was about to scold him, when he heard a new question from the slave: "Is the stolen throne easy to sit on?"

Gnar woke up instantly, and the charming atmosphere was swept away, and even cold sweat dripped down.He stepped back abruptly, and the curtain fell to separate himself from the slave, only then did he realize that what the slave said was Sinicized.

He turned around and wanted to touch the knife hanging on the wall, but he couldn't find anything, so he shouted loudly: "Come on! Come on! A Han assassin has entered the king's bedroom! Come on!"

But it was quiet outside the palace, and no one came out to escort him.

Gu Zhiyao saw that the King of Tatar was almost terrified by himself, with a mocking expression on his face, and asked again: "Gal, is the khan you stole comfortable?"

"What did you steal?!" Gnar finally came back to his senses, swung open the curtain, and put on a majestic posture: "Khan's position was originally mine! I didn't steal the throne, I was upright of!"

He panicked for a long time, and finally realized that he had nothing to panic about. The other party was a thin Han man. Even if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he might not be able to take advantage of him.

"Hey," Gu Zhiyao shook his head, "What about your own brother, Chou Nao Ga Kuhai? Oh, maybe you should call him Borzigit Odor."