Heir of the Red Chamber

Undercurrents are surging in the capital, and in the depths of the desert thousands of miles away, Lin Ya and Yin Wang Huyan are also planning a great change.

Huyan asked for a lot of money, and a group of big bosses asked for a lot of things despite their rough words. They wished that a verbal covenant would cost half of the "rewards" that the savage lord took away from the court every year.

Zhao Langguan's face turned green when he heard that, but Huyan was still not satisfied.They think that the Central Plains people are cunning and cowardly, and they have to rely on their brothers to kill people to get off their horses, so the Central Plains people should give them more resources to enjoy.

Lin Ya still smiled generously, and even said something that even the thickest-skinned guard around Huyan couldn't help blushing: "Such a little thing can't show sincerity."

After speaking, he looked at Hu Yan with a smile, and he really caught the flash of light in the eyes of this Highness who once missed the position of Barbarian Lord.

For Hu Yan, even though he knew that there must be traps in what Lin Ya said, it was indeed a great temptation, so he couldn't help but not take the bait.

"What does Lord Lin mean?" After a few days of getting along, King Yin's Chinese became more and more fluent. Obviously, although someone taught him before, he didn't have many opportunities to speak it.

The warriors around Hu Yan also looked at Lin Ya with bright eyes.

"The youngest son guarding the stove has been a custom in the grassland for thousands of years. The throne of the clan leader should belong to His Highness. As His Highness, he must at least stand shoulder to shoulder with the barbarian."

Seeing that Zhao Langguan was about to pass out, Lin Ya took a sip of hot milk tea and tasted a piece of milk tofu with great interest before continuing to seduce everyone.

"Actually, this is not appropriate. There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the country. His Highness is the Lord of the Grassland. Is there any reason for other people to be equal to His Highness?"

Facing the barbarian warrior who almost regarded him as his own and Hu Yan with a weird face, Lin Ya smiled like a spring breeze: "I am not talented, and I am willing to plan for Your Highness to kill the traitor."

What happens if you kill the barbarian?

Of course it won't be King Yin raising his arms and shouting, and the four sides are convinced.The heir of the current barbarian lord, the right and left virtuous kings who use their own troops, and a hidden king who has endured for many years, the chaos of the barbarians is just around the corner.

At that time, the Central Plains will be able to fight one by one, and use the skills of vertical and horizontal with ease to ease the worries on the border.

Of course Hu Yan understood Lin Ya's plan, but he would definitely agree.

If the savage lord does not die, the royal court will be a piece of iron under the savage lord's management for many years. Almost everyone will be screwed together, and it will be so heavy that Huyan can only be a rogue for the rest of his life, and he will never get back the lost throne.

Even if the wine that Lin Ya sent was poisonous, it was still good wine after all.

Hu Yan smiled heartily, and immediately got up with Lin Ya as brothers, wishing to hear more about him.

Lin Ya naturally climbed along the pole, and asked about the situation of the barbarian king's court on the spot. Naturally, a warrior who had a good impression of Lin Ya gave him a detailed explanation.

Because of the early snowstorm this year, the Royal Court of the Barbarians has camped in a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.There are more than a thousand cavalry troops stationed in the valley, all of whom are the confidantes of the barbarian lord, and outside the valley, there are left and right sage kings each leading a large army to guard.

Even Hu Yan, who always sneered at his half-brother, had to admit that this place was chosen really well.In the entire valley, there is only a gap in the southeast for the entry and exit of a large group of soldiers and horses. It can not only block the cold wind from the northwest, but also choke the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain.

When the discussion came to this point, Zhao Langguan boldly interjected, saying why not go over the mountain and sneak into the valley, but the warriors around Huyan turned their eyes back.

That is a sacred mountain that stretches for thousands of miles. Even if you die, you don't know if it will come out before the spring of next year.It is true that they died for His Highness, and they were not in a hurry to meet the gods.

Lin Ya pretended not to see the lawsuit, and asked about the topography and hydrology of the valley in detail, then nodded slightly to Hu Yan, asking him to take a step to speak.

There is not much water in the sacred mountain, the weather suddenly gets warmer after the sudden cold, and the weeds everywhere are really a beautiful thing.

It was early autumn, the barbarian king's court was on fire, and the barbarian leader died from the cold arrow of Wumingshi.

And in the same month, the sixth prince was sentenced to death for the crime of poisoning and killing the emperor's father. The saint's life was at stake, and the third prince Chu Ronghua was passed on.