turmoil

The wind and snow intensified, and the fine snow slag hit the blade, making a rustling sound.

The leading man in black took a step forward and saluted the young knight on the horse with fists in his hands: "This must be the son of Tumen from Beile, right? Da Yin and Beile are negotiating peace, and it seems that they will become brothers, but the son is against Are we not afraid of hindering the peace talks between the two countries if we chase after him so hard that we will fight again and lose our lives?"

The young man called "Tumen" glanced at him, then turned his gaze away without interest: "I'm not interested in you, I only want him!"

He held his horsewhip relentlessly, and the tip of the whip was pointing in the direction of the carriage.

The man in black frowned and said, "My son..."

"You are from the Central Plains, as long as you retreat here, I don't have to stop you," Tumen wore a fur hat, his eyes were hidden under his forehead, and they were faintly blue. He spoke in the Central Plains not very fluently, but his tone was still It was polite, but the last sentence suddenly turned sharp, "But this man...he is our traitor in Beile, I will never allow him to escape alive!"

After he finished speaking, the man in black who was guarding the carriage moved quietly, blocking the edge of Bei Le's blade with his body.

The man in black who took the lead sighed: "That's such a pity... It's not a pity for me to die here, but I have to bring this gentleman back safely no matter what."

Tumen narrowed his eyes slightly, but before he could open his mouth, the man in black rushed to say: "I heard that the son is good at fighting in the next morning. It is easy for you to end up with us today, but when the blade is together, we can't stop it anymore. When the two countries The war is starting again, the blood is flowing like a river...Your Majesty, you should think clearly!"

Prince Tumen finally looked at him, with wolf-like ferocity in his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

The man in black smiled lightly, without any fear: "It's just a matter of fact."

Tumen rubbed the handle of the knife, and fell into an unknown dilemma. Of course, he could draw the knife immediately and kill these people on the spot, but as these Central Plains people said, this battle almost drained Bei Le's blood. Urgently in need of rest and recuperation, and cannot bear the price of resuming the battle.

But Tumen is absolutely unwilling to let the "traitor" in the carriage go.

The young Prince Bei Le didn't hesitate for too long, and when he looked up again, his eyes became indifferent.The man in black had a bad heart, so he saw Tumen raised his arm, and with this move, the soldiers of Beile behind him raised their guns one after another.

The man in black gritted his teeth and was about to step forward to meet the enemy.

The two sides were on the verge of firing, and there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air unexpectedly.It was not the gun released by the Beile people, but came from behind the prince of Beile. When he was shocked, the sharp arrows were less than three feet apart!

Tumen was startled, he leaned to dodge in his busy schedule, the blade brushed against his temple, and brought a lock of blood-stained hair.Tumen hooked his toes, and he had turned back to the saddle. He turned his head to look, but before he could see through the vast wind and snow, he heard the dull thunder.

That was not "like thunder", but real thunder.

A dark shadow covering the sky and the sun appeared in the depths of the wind and snow, and the first person, Xuanjia, came to the front in an instant.He raised his right arm high, and on his forearm was a stringed gun, and the gun's cold light pointed at Tumen.

"His Royal Highness," his dull voice came out from under the iron mask, with a vaguely playful smile, "Thanks to your kindness, I personally sent you to this place, and further ahead is my Great Yin garrison, an important military camp. far away."

Tumen drew out his long knife and stared at him coldly: "Who are you?"

The black-armored knight galloped forward, pushed up his mask, and in the next moment, a face that could be recognized even when turned into ashes appeared in front of the Beile knight.

Tumen changed color in horror: "Why are you? You, you are not..."

The person under the iron mask was Dingbian Hou Yang Fan who was supposed to preside over the peace talks in the Yin army camp. Hearing this, he grinned and showed a white smile to Tumen: "It's not what? Why, seeing me , His Royal Highness seems surprised?"

Tumen didn't move, but his horse took two steps back uncomfortably. At that moment, he felt the murderous aura of blood sealing his throat.

At the same time, in the Yin army's camp, "Marquis of Dingbian" counted the time and guessed that the Yin army's Qingqi had already joined the convoy, so he changed his face and smiled kindly at Basar.

Basar inexplicably sensed something inconsistent in his smile.

"General Basar, you said two things wrong." The voice of "Marquis Dingbian" changed subtly. With your acting skills, this city cannot be said to be bad."

Basar looked at him suspiciously: "You, you are..."

"It seems that the general has already noticed something is wrong. That's right, this is the second thing I want to say." "Marquis Dingbian" peeled off a thin layer of silk from his face, and when he looked up again, he revealed a completely Different faces, "I am not the Marquis of Dingbian."

Basar's face changed completely.

It was a gentle and handsome face, if the iron armor was removed, at first glance it looked like a frail scholar.However, the man's gaze was extremely sharp, like every soldier in the ranks, glowing with the sharpness tempered by iron and blood.

"Since General Basar has heard of the reputation of 'You Yun', why doesn't he know that You Yun's disguise and disguise is unique in the world?"

The fake Dingbianhou who took off the disguise stood up, according to Beile etiquette, squeezed his fist with one hand to press his chest, and bowed slightly, "Let me introduce myself again, my surname is Zhuo, my name is Jiusi, I am Yang Shuai, the Marquis of Dingbian Lieutenant-general, was ordered to welcome the Beile envoy who came to discuss the peace."

Basar squeezed the handle of the knife tightly, and the tangled flesh and blood on the back of his hand: "Dingbian Hou..."

Zhuo Jiusi straightened up and smiled meaningfully: "Marquis Yang was very happy to hear that Mr. Zhang returned today, and took Qingqi to greet him in person...should have met him by now."

"If General Basar doesn't dislike it, why not wait for those two to return to the big tent, and let's talk about the friendship between our two countries?"

On the windy and snowy path, the real Marquis of Dingbian walked out of the crowd unhurriedly, with the unhurried and leisurely demeanor unique to noble children, but his right arm was as steady as a rock, aiming at the prince of Beile as motionless as a mountain .

"At this time, General Basar of Beile is supposed to be negotiating terms at the Great Yin garrison. Could it be that His Royal Highness is interested in meddling?" Yang Fan lowered his eyes and cast a wink from the air, "I don't mind the commander, it just happens to be grassland. The tribes all have a tradition of sending their children to study in Beijing, if your son admires the culture of China, why not come back to Beijing with me, and go to the land of all virtues to experience it?"

When Dingbianhou was young, he also missed the land of flowers, flowers, willows and greenery. He thought he was flirting and affectionate, but he didn't know that in the eyes of Prince Beile, he was a real "cunning trick"!

Tumen understood Yang Fan's implication. If he doesn't retreat today, Yang Fan will really dare to fight. At that time, the war between the two countries will resume, and Tumen, the son of Beile, will also be "invited" back to the Central Plains imperial capital.

This is a humiliation that the son of the wolf king can never bear!

Tumen made a decision without much hesitation. He raised his arms again, and the Beile soldiers maintained a neat formation, retreating as quickly as they came.

The pack of wolves raised their heads to the sky, and the sound of howling was quickly drowned out by the wind and snow.

It wasn't until the figure of the Beile cavalry disappeared that Yang Fan put down the gun, and a trace of real regret flashed in his eyes.

"Didn't it be said that people in Beile are all brains and would rather die than retreat? How can this kid run so fast!" Yang Fan lowered his eyelids and thought calmly, "It would be great if he didn't run... If he didn't run, I would There is a reason to clean him up, along with the scourge in the carriage!"

It's a pity that Prince Beile knew the three words "knowing the current affairs" too well, so Dingbian Hou had no reason to attack, so he had to give up.

Fine snow particles smeared people's faces, and the leader of the man in black got off his horse, walked up to Yang Fan's horse, and knelt down with a knife: "Han Xun, the humble guard of Youyun, met Dingbianhou!"

Yang Fan glanced at him, his expression was dark and inexplicable.

In fact, Basar also said one thing wrong, You Yunwei did not obey Yang Fan, Dingbianhou was just a name, and the real master of this group of people is still in Beijing - just under one person, among thousands of people The current crown prince.

If you are not in your position, do not plan for your own affairs, and involve the shady privacy of the superior, you must especially avoid suspicion.Although Yang Fan is the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he doesn't have much say in this group of shadow troops who are good at stealing chickens and dogs.

He waved his hand at Han Xun, and rode his horse forward. He was about to lift the curtain with his whip, when suddenly a hand came out from the carriage and gently lifted the curtain halfway.

That hand was extremely fair, and the back of the hand was lined with a light blue car curtain, as straight as suet jade.Yang Fan frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was because of the owner of this hand, or because of the overlapping scars on that person's wrist.

The man poked out half of his face from behind the curtain, and nodded to Marquis Dingbian: "Marquis Yang, please take this trip."

The person in the carriage has an extremely outstanding appearance, but he can't change Dingbianhou's smiling face. Yang Fan's eyes reflect the wind and snow, and his coldness is obvious: "I heard that you were tortured by the Beile people, why, so Didn't die?"

Han Xun's face suddenly changed, fearing that the two people who didn't see each other would stage a "pinch", but the man in the carriage was not stunned: "Thanks to Marquis Yang, I finally escaped unscathed."

Yang Fan snorted coldly: "It has nothing to do with me... If Jingli hadn't sent a message, saying that you have made great achievements in this hard work, and asked me to save your life no matter what, I would not bother to care about your life!"

The man in the carriage nodded, and actually took it seriously: "In this case, I don't have to remember Lord Hou's life-saving grace!"

Yang Fan: "..."

Hou Dingbian gritted his steel teeth and wished he could give him more color with a horsewhip. Han Xun, who was at the side, saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Shuai Yang, my lord was seriously injured. Not sober... If there is any negligence, I ask Yang Shuai to take care of it."

Yang Fan would not be as knowledgeable as a wounded patient in the ice and snow, he snorted, and turned his horse's head self-consciously: "Return to camp!"

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, the black-armored Qingqi guarded the carriage in the center, and left like a storm.

The man in the carriage was surnamed Zhang and named Jing Che, and his identity was quite difficult to describe.Before he pretended to be a caravan and sneaked into Beile, his external identity was "East Palace Staff"—of course, in the eyes of Dingbianhou, the confidant who grew up with the prince, the so-called "staff" and "domestic favorite" no difference.

In particular, he was born with an extremely outstanding appearance.

But it was this favorite who single-handedly created the stealthy and dark secret agent organization "You Yun", who was the winner of the recent war.

This made Dingbianhou, who was so absorbed in watching jokes, look a little differently.

In any case, the secret agent of Da Yin returned safely, Dong Gong was satisfied, Bei Le lost the last bargaining chip, Basar who was waiting in the big tent had no choice but to sign the alliance letter even though he was unwilling.

So far, this long-lasting war has finally come to a successful conclusion.

Yang Fan didn't have the patience to deal with the Beile people, and after Basar signed the alliance, he threw a group of envoys to Zhuo Jiusi to play.He had nothing to do by himself, he was strolling around in the camp, when he raised his head unexpectedly, he saw Han Xun hurried into the tent with a porcelain bowl in his hand.

Yang Fan's nose twitched, smelling a strong smell of medicine, his eyebrows moved slightly.

It is not good for Yang Fan to get too close to Zhang Jingche - although both of them are confidantes of the Eastern Palace, one is in charge of the military power and the other is in charge of the spies. The friendship is too deep, and it is inevitable that they will be suspected of "forming a party for personal gain".More importantly, Yang Fan didn't want to see Zhang Jingche, and the surname Zhang didn't necessarily think highly of Dingbianhou, who was born as a martial artist and was inexperienced.

However, the current situation is a little different. This time, the Yin army's victory, even if it cannot be said on the table, You Yun has contributed the most to it.No matter how much Yang Fan despises the surname Zhang, he has to be perfunctory.

Hou Dingbian came to the tent in a strange manner, and the guard at the door recognized him, and was about to salute and inform him, but was waved away by Yang Fan.He opened half of the curtain, and heard Han Xun's exclamation from inside: "Master, your injury...why is it dead!"

Yang Fan paused and stopped.

After a while, Zhang Jingche's forbearing voice came out from the tent: "The methods of the Beile people are no different than those tricks... nothing to make a fuss about!"

Someone on the side spoke tremblingly, sounding like a military doctor: "My lord's wound has festered. If you want to recover, I'm afraid you have to goug out the carrion and wash it with light salt water!"

Han Xun took a deep breath: "The wound on the back has rotted into a piece, and it's all gouged out... I'm afraid I'm going to see the bone?"

Zhang Jingche's tone was indifferent, showing a little indifference, as if the rotten wound did not grow on his body: "It's okay, just gouge it out!"

Han Xun was a little hesitant: "How can I bear this? My lord, I heard that there is a pain-relieving pill in the Imperial Hospital, which is the most effective for trauma. Although the medicine is expensive... But Yang Shuai is not allowed to have it! Or, I can go ask Yang Shuai?"

Zhang Jingche casually rejected his proposal: "No, just do it like this!"

Yang Fan touched his chest and took a breath through his nose.

He does have the pills for relieving pain, and he is holding it in his bosom now, planning to be a smooth figure, but who knows that the kid surnamed Zhang has a stubborn mouth, and would rather follow the example of the predecessors to scrape the bone to heal the poison, and would not take the initiative to Ding Bianhou court.

"It's as if Benhou is begging you!" Yang Fan thought angrily, "If you don't ask me to pull you down, Benhou Quan should not know about it. You'd better kill you treacherous villain so that you don't have to go back to the capital to seduce the lord." !"

Thinking of this, Yang Fan turned around with great peace of mind, flicked his big non-existent tail, and walked away with a flicker.

Beile signed an alliance with Dayin, but Yang Fan couldn't return to Beijing immediately. As the commander of the three armies, he had to deal with the aftermath, properly arrange the wounded soldiers and prisoners, and watch Beile pay the agreed annual tribute. Thinking to help share the burden, he, the Marquis of Dingbian, can't just hide from his face.

After everything is over for a while, this year is almost over, and in a blink of an eye, it is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the 23rd year of Taiping.

The Chinese New Year in the army is naturally not as lively as in the capital. At any rate, just after winning a battle, firecrackers and the like must be put aside.Hearing the crackling noise, Yang Fan suddenly remembered that he had not seen that "treacherous villain" surnamed Zhang for more than half a month.