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It was a heavy snow day, and a group of fast horses passed through the sky full of catkins and hurried into the Yin army's garrison.

The leading knight took off his leather cap, revealing a face with a rigid outline. Unlike ordinary people from the Central Plains, this man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and deep outline, which is a typical appearance of Bei Le.

The patrolling soldiers rushed into the big tent as if they were facing a big enemy. After a while, a man with the appearance of a scribe greeted him and bowed his hands to the Beile Mission: "Please come this way, my family's marquis Grandpa has been waiting for a long time."

The surname of "Hou Ye" is Yang, the single name is Fan, and the character is Yuanzhou. He is the only son of Lao Dingbian Hou Yang Shen.He is only eighteen years old this year, and he is still at the age of playing with cats and dogs, sleeping in flowers and willows, even among the nobles in Beijing. However, the old Dingbian Marquis left early, and the tens of thousands of northern Xinjiang troops under his command lost their commanders and caught up again. Beile's iron cavalry marched southward, and the battle was tense, and it was about to break out.

Today's emperor Liu Yun looked around and saw that the court was full of Qingliu scribes with weak willows and strong winds. He really couldn't find any useful ones. Grandpa.

Yang Fan is young and has a good temper. Bei Le sent envoys to negotiate a peace. After the other five sat in the case, he didn't even bother to stand up to greet him.Fortunately, the envoy of Beile was not surprised, he was also an acquaintance, named Basar, and had met Yang Fan on the battlefield.

This man is a well-known warrior on the grassland, he acts steadily, is alert and good at fighting.As a fledgling Yang Fan, he actually suffered a few moderate losses from him.

During this peace talks, the enemies on both sides were extremely jealous when they met, although Da Yin was unforgiving, Bei Le also refused to give an inch.At the end of the quarrel, the two sides were still arguing about the ownership of Chilechuan. Seeing that there was no result, Basar suddenly grinned: "I heard that Yin is a country of etiquette, and the most important thing is those who are gentle, courteous and frugal. It is difficult, your country's etiquette Rende is just talking about it, but when you see the real chapter, you can't care about it?"

Yang Fan impatiently talked to the prairie barbarians, and yawned indifferently. The scribes who came out of the tent first to greet them spread out their folding fans and shook them like a breeze: "My Yin is a country of etiquette, and I have always been considerate in hospitality. If the bad neighbors come to kick the restaurant, even eat and take, there is absolutely no reason to let it go."

Basar raised two eyebrows like firewood sticks: "This is..."

In fact, when we first met, the scribe had already passed his name, but the Beile people deliberately pretended not to hear it to save Yin Jun's face.The young scribes were not angry either, and bowed their hands with a smile: "My surname is Xu, and the single name is "Qian". It is the flower of the 20th year of Taiping. I have been appointed by His Majesty as the deputy envoy of the peace talks..."

Basar was impatient to listen to him. He waved his hand like chasing mosquitoes, and turned to look at Yang Fan who was seated on the main seat: "Shuai Yang, you can understand that the area from Chile River to Langjuxu Mountain , is the nomadic place of Beile for generations, we will never hand it over! If you have to force others to make things difficult for you, we can only..."

Before the words fell, there was only a sharp sound, but Yang Fan exhausted his patience, drew out his saber, and nailed it into the case with lightning speed!

There was an uproar in the commander's tent, and the envoy of Beile stood up suddenly, holding down his saber in unison.Without raising his eyelids, Yang Fan casually wrote six words: "Get lost or die!"

Xu Qian hit the snake with the stick, and said with a smile: "My Da Yin is the most respectful of courtesy and reciprocity. Beile broke the peace treaty and sent troops to the south. If he can't shake hands and make peace, Da Yin must take someone to greet him..."

He paused for a while, then turned his head to look at Yang Fan: "Yang Hou, I heard that in this season, the grasslands are thousands of miles away and the sea has a different flavor compared to the south of the Yangtze River... Wouldn't it be nice for you to take a [-] army to enjoy the snow and eat meat?"

Yang Fan squinted at him: "Success! These brothers under my command have been eating bran and swallowing vegetables for so long, and birds have already faded out of their mouths...Beile cattle and sheep are fat, just like meat!"

Basar: "..."

The Beile envoy raised his eyebrows, and was about to attack, but was interrupted by Basar's raised palm.He glanced sideways, and saw that a soldier had already stepped forward and presented a slender box with both hands.

The guards beside Marquis Dingbian did not allow him to come close, so they snatched the box and presented it to Yang Fan respectfully.Yang Fan didn't understand what it meant, looked up and saw that Basar was smiling meaningfully, felt that it hurt his eyes, pushed the box with the handle of the knife, and winked at the guard.

The personal guard was used to his own coach who was not working hard, so he opened the box without complaint. The group of people couldn't help stretching their necks, only to see that what was contained inside was neither a pearl nor a magic weapon, but a bamboo fracture fan.

Xu Shi played with it for a long time, and the surface of the fan turned yellow, but the bones of the fan were covered with pulp, which was as warm and delicate as jade.

Yang Fan frowned slightly, and realized that the fan looked familiar. He unfolded it and saw that there were ink and wash landscapes drawn on it, and a few lines of poems were written beside it. , it’s amazing to look at from afar.”

Dingbianhou's pupils suddenly shrank into pinprick-sized dots.

Calligraphy and painting are nothing rare. The reason why Yang Fan was shocked was because he recognized the owner of the handwriting.

Prince of Great Yin, Liu Yanzhao.

Yang Fan put away the fan with a "swipe", and when he looked up again, his gaze was as cold as a knife's edge: "...Where is that person?"

Liu Yanzhao was not a famous calligrapher or painter, no matter how good his handwriting was, he still couldn't make Dingbian Hou change his color in horror.But he is the Prince of Great Yin after all, Mo Bao doesn't reward people easily, and those who have this honor can be counted in one slap.

"The owner of this folding fan is currently a guest at the Beile Camp." Basar smiled, but his eyes were surprisingly cold. "Thanks to this gentleman, our army's military situation has been leaked, causing heavy casualties... According to the rules of the grassland, this time If you act like a traitor, you should have cut off your tendons, gouged out your eyes and cut out your tongue, and dragged you out to feed the wolves!"

Xu Qian's face changed suddenly: "You wait for An Gan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he knew that he had said something wrong, but it was a pity that the water was too much to stop, and he wanted to take it back and eat it, but he absolutely couldn't.In desperation, Xu Tanhua subconsciously looked at Yang Zhen, but saw Dingbian Hou playing with a folding fan, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Severe hands and feet, gouging out eyes and tongue, dragging them out to feed the wolves... Okay, that's great!" Yang Fan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled slightly, "It's just right, the commander-in-chief also doesn't like that kid, General Basar Take care of it for me, to save him from going back to court in the future, and I have to do it myself!"

Basar looked at Yang Fan in amazement, for a moment he couldn't tell whether the fledgling Dingbianhou was telling the truth or just pretending.

There is only Chile River between Beile and the Yin army garrison. When the weather is fine, hold the five-color king flag that can see the Beile garrison clearly with clairvoyance.However, it has been snowing heavily for the past two days, and the mountains and rivers are vast and vast. The Beile people have just suffered a defeat, and the guards patrolling the camp inevitably lost their spirits.

Under the cover of night, a few black shadows quietly avoided the patrolling guards, and sneaked into the depths of the barracks.

The camp was very dilapidated, but the guards around it were really strict. There were three floors inside and three floors outside, and the shining swords and halberds reflected the light of the snow.After a while, the sound of footsteps came, and the guard turned his head following the sound, only to see a Beile soldier carrying a food basket standing in front of him, nodding his head in greeting.

The guard yawned unsatisfactorily, and complained in Beile language: "The boy who is going to die sooner or later, you still deliver food every day, don't you think it's a waste of food?"

The Beile soldier who delivered the food smiled and replied in pure Beile language: "It's all ordered by the superiors, and we have no choice but to obey orders."

The guard yawned again, and casually turned his side: "Go in."

The soldiers delivering food came in through the curtain, and after a delay of about half an hour, they walked out again with their heads bowed.The guard frowned: "Why did it take so long?"

The soldier who delivered the food shrank his neck, hid most of his face in the shadows, and replied shyly, "That kid is hard to deal with, so talk to him a little more nonsense."

The guard said in his heart, "If you deliver the food, you can deliver the food, what nonsense", doubts arose, and he couldn't help but take a second look.When I saw this, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. I saw that the soldier who delivered the food had his head down, his facial features remained unchanged, but his stature seemed to have shrunk a little. The wrist and sleeves holding the food basket were lifted up, revealing a bloodstain half an inch long. .

The guard had sharp eyes and blurted out, "What's the matter with the wound on your hand?"

The soldier who delivered the meal shrank his hands suddenly, and said, "That kid is dishonest, he's about to die, and he's going crazy..."

The guard became more and more suspicious, and was about to call out to his companions when he heard a loud noise not far away.Everyone looked around in surprise and fear, only to see the flames soaring into the sky, illuminating half of the night.

Countless people shouted, "Firefighting" one after another, sometimes mixed with the neighing of war horses, stirring the night into a pot of boiling water.

"It's the supply camp!" The guard exclaimed, "Someone burned the supply camp!"

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head suddenly, and saw that the "Beile soldier" whose origin was unknown had disappeared into the chaos without a trace.

The change in the Beile barracks failed to hide the news from the Yin army's scouts, and half an hour later, the news was sent to the Yin army's tent.Yang Fan listened to the report from his own soldiers with one ear, and rewarded the envoy of Beile with the other ear, only to hear Basar smile calmly and say: "Shuai Yang is worthy of being a descendant of Marquis Dingbian, and he really made the decision to kill...but This gentleman has been dormant in my Beile for more than a year, it can be said that he has made great achievements, your country prides itself on governing the country with benevolence and righteousness, and now you ignore the meritorious officials, I am afraid that it will hinder the sageness of your emperor?"

After Yang Fan listened to the guard's report, dipped his fingers in water, quickly wrote a few words on the table, and said casually: "You have said it all, it is my sage to His Majesty... the princes of the court pay attention to benevolence De, my surname is Yang, but I am a martial artist. A martial artist is cruel and decisive, isn't it natural?"

Just as Basar was about to speak, Yang Fan raised his palm suddenly, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes: "Besides, that Zhang is just an abandoned son, but I hold Beile's gray wolf in my hand, and exchange the head wolf for another." Good-for-nothing, isn't this a bad deal?"

Basar was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant: the unruly Marquis Dingbian planned to hold Bei Le's envoy as a hostage in exchange for the secret agent of Da Yin who exposed his identity.

Basar is the general of Beile. He dared to personally go to the Yin army station to preside over the peace talks. He was sure that the people of the Central Plains should maintain the demeanor of a big country, pay attention to benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust in everything.Unexpectedly, this newly released Wei Ding Bianhou is a hob meat bastard, and he doesn't play cards according to common sense, so he will be a big deal when he comes up!

When Yang Fan gave an order, the guards guarding the tent unanimously drew out their long knives, and the Beile people rose up against the case and guarded Basar in the center.Basar sat motionless on the spot, like a rock-solid old lion, raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Sure enough, a hero is born in a young age. Your father is not as decisive as you at Yang Shuai's age..."

Yang Fan looked at him with a half-smile, and was about to use his poisonous tongue when he saw Basar stretch out his hand to grab his messy gray hair, and sighed: "I'm old... In the words of you people from the Central Plains, it's "the generation of Jiangshan." It's time to come out', the young alpha wolf has grown up, and soon you will know how sharp his claws are!"

Basar is the general of Beile and also the old enemy of Great Yin.Yang Fan's biological father, the old Ding'an Hou Yang Shen, had been with him for half his life, and they won and lost each other. The old wound on the old Ding'an Hou that tormented him for half his life was left by Basar himself.

Yang Fan didn't intend to get close to killing his father and enemy, but he had to ramble, not only to delay time, but also to get as much information as possible from this old boy.He said it lightly, but he knew in his heart that the owner of the folding fan died in the hands of the Beile people, since he was lucky enough to survive, he had to take him back whole, even if he was the best of his best.Otherwise, the person from the East Palace will be the first to let Yang Fan go, regardless of others.

"Sure enough, it's a beauty!" Dingbianhou, who had just expelled Beile's army, was not at all happy about the victory. Instead, he was full of impatience and thought, "I said it was a monster. I cleaned it up early in the morning, but the master in the East Palace couldn't bear it." , I have to ask me to get him back... Isn't this asking for trouble!"

He was full of confidence, and he heard the general Bei Le, who had become a turtle in the urn, smiled and said: "Yang Shuai is indeed a young hero, but it is a pity that he is young and vigorous, and he can't come home... You actually knew that the identity of the spy named Zhang was exposed early on, right? Bar?"

Yang Fan raised his eyelids like lightning.

"I heard that Yang Shuai has a special army called 'You Yunwei', who are capable of lurking and assassinating, and they are good at everything," Basar said with a smile. There is a lot, but You Yunwei was secretly sent to sneak into Beile's garrison to save people..."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and held down the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand calmly.

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, the news about the exposure of the identity of the Central Plains spy was just released by the people under my orders," Basar wiped his hands with a cloth towel, his sharp edge was concealed, "I know, the people of the Central Plains are going to the north. 'Nails', I caught only one out of ten nails, if Yang Shuai doesn't send You Yun to save people, how can I follow the plan and catch all these deadly nails?"

He waved his hand, and the Beile soldiers who were guarding the surrounding retreated like a tide. Basar leaned forward and looked at Yang Fan meaningfully: "Beile's new generation of wolf kings arrived at the station three days ago, Yang Shuai, you Why didn't you send back the message in time when you knew the nail you planted in Beile?"

Yang Fan quietly pushed out the saber half a foot.

"...Because he didn't go back to the garrison at all, but led the army to cut off the only way to the Great Yin garrison," Basar looked up to the sky and laughed, "It's easy for Youyun to save people, but it's hard to escape from the sky." There are thousands of difficulties—calculating the time, they have now become prey under the claws of the wolf king!"

Perhaps to prove the truth of what he said, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the northwest of the barracks, and a ray of light shot into the night sky, blasting mountains, rivers and the earth into red.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, and a passage was opened in the snow all over the sky. More than a dozen black-clothed knights guarded a carriage and rushed into the night like lightning.It is very easy to lose their way in such a big snowstorm, but they had to run at full speed, because they were chasing the wolves with their teeth and claws behind them.

The Beile soldiers sat high on their horses, raised their necks to the sky, and let out a long howl that resembled the howling of wolves.The leading knight was wearing leather armor, with a ferocious wolf head embroidered on the cloak—Bei Lebubi Central Plains, dealing with wild sand and decaying grass on weekdays, only a very small number of people could afford embroidered clothes.

For example, the old wolf king and his young heir.

The leading knight raised his right arm, and the guards under his command understood, split into two groups instantly, and caught up with the carriage from the left and right sides, like a protruding wolf's claw, holding the prey tightly in the "palm".

The galloping horse was frightened, neighed, and kicked uncomfortably. The man in black who was driving hurriedly tightened the reins, but after a short delay, he was already surrounded by chasing troops.The black-clothed knights around the guards were in danger, and their long knives were unsheathed one after another. Beile's chasing troops made way for a passage, and the young knight with a wolf-headed cloak stepped forward slowly, raised his whip, and moved away from the carriage. , asked in the unintelligible Central Plains dialect: "Are you... all Youyun?"