Reincarnation of the powerful minister

When Su Yan woke up in a daze, he found himself tied to the horse's back by a piece of broken felt and a few turns of hemp rope.

He didn't know how long the North Desert army had been marching and where it was going. He only knew that if he marched against the wind and snow like this, he would not be frozen to death, starved to death, or died of infection due to the wound not being treated in time.

Fortunately, after more than half an hour, the team finally stopped.

If Su Yan still had the mood and strength to look around at this time, he would see the snow-capped Yinshan Mountains approaching.

The place where the team stopped was a sheltered place on the southern slope of Yinshan Mountain.Because of the vast terrain, it is cleverly sandwiched between the windshield ridge and a Y-shaped river. Even in the severe winter, the river will not freeze. In spring and summer, the riverside is full of green grass and flowers blooming, so it is named "Kuo Baihuadu". .

The army temporarily camped here.The so-called camps are dome tents spread out, each of which can accommodate many people.As for the war horses, they can be grouped together in one place, and there is no need to cover them.Because Northern Desert horses have always grown in the open air, like wild horses, they are resistant to cold and hunger, can endure harsh environments, and can even go without food for several days during the march.

Su Yan, who was delirious, was awakened by the cold water - the cavalry in charge of escort saw that his head was covered with blood, and the mud stained on his face was washed into gullies, so he directly pressed his head into the river to wash it.Su Yan was so choked that he almost coughed out his lungs, and he didn't even care about the numb wound on the back of his head.

After washing up roughly, the cavalryman smiled and said something, dragged him into an extraordinarily spacious dome tent, and tapped his leg with the back of a scimitar, which meant "If you dare to escape, you will cut off your body!" leg", and left without tying him.

Su Yan managed to cough up the water in his trachea, his wet head was painful and his eyes turned black.He realized that he was in a bad situation. Even if these Beimo people didn't kill him now, his life would not be easy in the future, and he might be like a livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

While Su Yan was trying to think of a way to get out, the Northern Mo leader who caught him earlier opened the tent door and walked in, followed by a man wearing an eagle hat, covered in animal skins and cloth strips, and hanging various metal ornaments. wack.

The leader pointed at him, and gave a few instructions to the strange man.The weird man went forward and turned his head back and forth, checked the wound, said something to the leader after a while, took out a pack of dark green dead stems and leaves from his clothes, chewed them into paste, and to apply to his wounds.

Su Yan dodged back subconsciously, and put on a posture of guard and counterattack—what the hell!Disgusting with saliva, it was pasted on the wound, and it was not tetanus but also bacterial infection.

Seeing that he was very resistant, Hu Guyan patiently explained: "This is a shaman accompanying the army, and his medicine is very effective for gold wounds."

Su Yan only heard the pronunciation of "shaman" in the whole sentence, and then contacted the strange man's clothes, recalling what he had seen in the documentary of his previous life: Oh, it turned out to be a shaman—a great dancing god!

Although we know that shaman culture has been passed down as a primitive belief for thousands of years, and it is rumored that it has the abilities of medical treatment, divination, prayer, dream interpretation, and weather prediction, and it still exists among the people in the northeast and northwest regions until modern times, but this is too mysterious Yes, Su Yan shook his head again and again: No, no, I can accept barefoot doctors, but not witch doctors!

The shaman who accompanied the army spit out all the medicine paste he was chewing into his palm, trying to force him to the ground to apply the medicine.

Su Yan let out an "Aww", and subconsciously performed a move called "Ye Li Zang Hua Mandarin Duck Kick", kicking the other party into a hunch-backed prawn jumping around in pain. shocked.

After being shocked, Hu Guyan became angry, stepped forward and kicked Su Yan on the chest.He was heavy and strong, even if he didn't kill him, he made Su Yan fly back more than a foot, and his back hit the side of the bed made of sheepskin, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"He doesn't need medicine, you go!" Hu Guyan told the shaman.

The shaman stooped to back out of the dome tent, enduring the grief and indignation of the pain.

Hu Guyan took two steps forward, grabbed Su Yan's short hair on his forehead, and pressed the wound on the back of his head against the edge of the bed.

Su Yan's face turned pale in an instant as the pain pierced his heart and bones, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

Hu Guyan looked down at him ferociously, his expression was like a prairie wolf devouring people, the brutality in his bones was revealed from the tip of his bared teeth. "You, slave...I, master, yours!" He commanded in extremely poor Chinese, "Good slave, be obedient...don't listen...die!"

The wound was crushed heavily on the edge of the bed, staining the wool felt red.Su Yan's whole body was numb from the pain, and the pain felt like thousands of steel needles pierced into the body from the back of the head, wandering among the limbs and bones.Instinctively, he wanted to give in and beg for forgiveness, so he reached out and grabbed Hu Guyan's lapel, and said with difficulty: "I..." He gritted his teeth hard, "No, yes, slave, slave!"

"You—talk! Lie to me!" Hu Guyan clamped Su Yan's face with one palm, with such force that it almost crushed his cheekbones.

It's like catching a lamb that is struggling but unable to return to heaven. The palm feels smooth and soft, and the heat is released, and the fingers become soft.The eyes on the top of the palm are a pair of wet black gemstones, like a star that accidentally fell into the sky lake in the cold night, shining an unyielding light in the sadness of dying.

Hu Guyan unknowingly let go of his palm, and for the first time carefully looked at the captured little slave, and saw finger marks floating on his porcelain-white cheeks, and there was a shocking color like crimson broken jade.This aesthetic feeling is completely different from the bright and warm beauty of grassland women, which makes Hu Guyan a little dazed for a while.

Su Yan took the opportunity to poke Hu Guyan's eyes with a sharp object clenched between the fingers of his fist.

Hu Guyan grabbed Su Yan's wrist before the fist wind touched the bridge of his nose.The sharp thing between his fingers was forcibly broken off by the other party and thrown on the bed, only then did Su Yan realize that it was a slender and small wooden whistle with a metal border around the mouthpiece to prevent the wood from cracking due to moisture.

The wooden whistle seemed to have fallen from his sleeve, and it should also be belonging to the original owner, but he didn't know what sound it would make and what effect it would have.

There was a fire burning in Hu Guyan's chest, not entirely out of anger, but in urgent need of an outlet.He turned Su Yan over abruptly, pressed the back of his neck firmly with one hand, pulled out the dagger he had collected from his waist with the other, and cut off Su Yan's belt from behind.

"A wild horse that refuses to recognize its master must be branded. A slave that refuses to be tamed," Hu Guyan gasped, speaking in Beimo dialect, "he must be completely owned by the master from body to heart!"

Su Yan froze suddenly when his belt broke, as if thinking of some extremely unbearable scene, he struggled violently.

A wooden tube the size of a finger fell from the gap between the belt and landed on Hu Guyan's boot.

Hu Guyan didn't care about it at all, but the lid of the wooden tube was shaken off, and a small roll of paper fell out of it, which looked quite strange.

After hesitating for a while, Hu Guyan still picked up the note and unfolded it. Seeing that it was written with Chinese characters in small script, he handed the note to Su Yan: "Read."

Su Yan read clearly on the note:

It has been found out that the army led by Altan will go to Yunnei City to collect grain and grass, and it is estimated that its journey will be about two days later.If you set up an ambush in the cloud, you can attack it unprepared.

These few lines on the note look like a piece of military information, and the name "Altan" is a typical Northern Desert style, so... the original owner is a spy?A spy who fell into the enemy camp and whose identity is about to be exposed...

Su Yan felt cold in his heart, and shook his head with tears in his eyes: "I can't read." I hope that no one in your army can read Chinese characters.

"I know a little bit, look at the map." Hu Guyan pointed at the words on the note, and paused each word, "Yun, Nei, Cheng. Ah, Le, Tan."

Su Yan closed his eyes in pain as if he had been sentenced to death on the spot, but he opened them again immediately. Before Hu Guyan could react, he grabbed the only whistle at hand and blew it vigorously like a dead horse.

The wooden whistle didn't make any sound, like an inappropriate joke.

But for some reason, Su Yan felt that the original owner would not wear a broken whistle for no reason, so he went all out and continued to blow.

He seemed to hear a faintly discernible tremolo, a very high frequency, so high that the human ear could hardly hear it, like an auditory hallucination.

Soon he knew that this was not an auditory hallucination.The mob leader behind him suddenly let out a painful cry, pressed his ears tightly with his palms, and stepped back impatiently.

Before he had time to think about why this almost inaudible whistle had no effect on himself, Su Yan seized this rare opportunity to escape, and rushed out of the tent, avoiding the painful and howling Hu Guyan.

Enduring the severe pain and dizziness from the wound, Su Yan ran desperately towards the river.The river was icy cold, but it was his only means of escape. Only by jumping into the river and swimming, trying to be carried downstream by the current, could he escape the pursuit of the Northern Desert cavalry.

Of course, this method is very risky, and he may freeze to death and drown in the river in severe winter-but he has no choice.

Behind the dome tent, Hu Guyan rushed out from the tent door and roared angrily at him from a distance.

Su Yan didn't have time to listen to what the other party was roaring, so he desperately ran close to the river bank, and jumped down to the water below without hesitation——

He passed through the wind and snow in the northern desert, passed through the destiny in the dark, and directly hit a majestic and broad chest.

Hu Guyan's roar reached the ears of the two at this time: "Altan—catch him! He is a Ming country spy!"

Altan, the general of the three armies and the Holy Khan of the Northern Desert, was standing at the bottom of the river with his upper body naked, crushing the snow into a solid snowball, and scrubbing the blood stains on his body.Suddenly, a few cranes and gyrfalcons hovering above their heads flew around wildly, making a sharp and miserable cry, as if they had suffered some invisible serious injuries.

Altan looked up following the sound, and just as he felt strange, a blue figure on the river bank fell straight towards him.

The sleeves of the robe are in the wind.Altan vaguely smelled a waft of deja vu, as if he had lingered thousands of times in tossing dreams and broken memories, so he froze for a very short time, and let the other party rush into his arms.

Su Yan was dizzy when he hit the sponge-covered iron wall, and his whole body slid to the ground, subconsciously embracing the opponent's legs in trousers and riding boots.Then he looked up dazedly—and looked up again—and was completely stunned in shock.

He has never seen such a majestic and burly man in reality. Not only is he as tall as a god, but he also has dark skin that is rare in the world—it is a very strange skin color, darker than tea brown, lighter than charcoal black , shiny and shiny.

On the dark, plump, well-defined muscles, blood-red tattoos were spread in large areas.The tattoo presents the shape of a giant tree, with a lush crown and a magnificent momentum. The branches climb and spread to the chest and back, and almost occupy the entire half of the body except for the shoulders; The posture is majestic.

And on the shoulders without tattoos, the snow-white thick long curly hair spread down like clouds, embellished by gold rings and green jade beads.

Su Yan suddenly discovered that the other party's golden ring was not only tied into the braids, but also stuck into two spots on the chest... The golden ring set off the dark skin, exuding an indescribable exotic flavor.

Where did this black-skinned hunk come from, but he still has golden pupils... Su Yan stared at the other person's face looking down at him, and thought in a strange way, this hormonal-filled face was taken to the fashion circle in the previous life, and it has not been accepted by those top in the world. Stylists, photographers, fashion designers, as well as major entertainment media and capital predators are holding it up!

Altan lowered his head and looked at the face looking up at him. For some reason, his first reaction was to worry that his being different from the description of ordinary people would frighten the other party.

After all, he applied the juice of the fruit of the sacred tree all over his body. After detoxifying the poison of "Biancheng Xue", his complexion became as dark as a demon, and the white hair caused by the poisoning could not be restored to its original state. Apart from the tribes, and the other tribes in the Northern Desert who had to surrender due to force, many Central Plains people panicked and even screamed as if they had seen a ghost when they saw him for the first time.

But he didn't see any frightened or fearful and disgusted expression on the face in front of him with the obvious appearance of the Central Plains - the other party's eyes looking at him were even surprised, full of clean appreciation and admiration.

Altan stretched out his hand out of nowhere, almost touching the hair of the young man in front of him, only to find that the other's black hair had been randomly shaved into short, slanted hair, sticking wetly to the sideburns and the back of his head.

He couldn't help frowning, and asked in fluent Chinese with a slightly curly ending: "It's cut so short, how do you tie the hair tie?"

God, I finally met a person who can communicate without barriers in this group of barbarians!Su Yan was very moved... But, he said a hair tie?Why the sudden mention of hair ties?

Su Yan subconsciously looked at the raised left arm of the other party, and saw several circles of two-finger-wide dark green bamboo pattern ribbons wrapped around the dark skin, which looked a bit like a Central Plains headgear.So he interjected, "Short hair can't be tied, it can be tied on the forehead as a sports headband... Uh, it's okay to wipe the forehead."

Altan suddenly had an inexplicable urge to tie this hairband, which he had never left his body for three years, on his forehead with his own hands.As soon as his fingertips touched his left arm, he suddenly came to his senses, and said coldly, "Who are you, why did you appear here suddenly?"

Above the river bank, Hu Guyan held the half of his head that was still dizzy and tinnitus, gritted his teeth and said: "He is my slave. I just discovered that he was carrying a military secret report. He was suspected of being a spy of the Ming Kingdom. escaped."

"...your slave?" Altan turned his head to look at Xianhan Hukuoli's adopted son, his nominal elder brother.

"Yes." Hu Guyan bowed perfunctorily, "This kid offended Shenghan, adding to the crime, please leave it to me."

Altan turned his face and asked Su Yan in Chinese: "Are you his slave, or Ming country spy?"

Su Yan let go, stood up staggeringly, and said loudly: "I am not anyone's slave, nor am I a spy! It is said that this clothes and the things in the clothes are all taken from the corpses on the battlefield!"

Gradually, a lot of watching soldiers surrounded the river bank.Hu Guyan was refuted in public, his face was damaged, and the eyes that stared at Su Yan became even more fierce.Resisting the urge to tear people into pieces, he held back his anger and said, "Brother Altan, the law stipulates that slaves are the private property of their masters. If this kid is really a spy, I will cut off his head and hang it on Make a public display outside the tent."

Su Yan was shuddered by his vicious tone, and was about to speak again to fight for his own life, when the place where he was kicked in the chest just now felt a sharp pain, and the raised dantian qi was foaming with blood, and suddenly sprayed Al Tank up!

He covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed, and apologized with the other hand to wipe the blood spots sprayed on the handsome black guy's abdominal muscles, but he heard the surrounding soldiers gasp——

It's over, it's over, this kid is dead!

How dare he touch Shenghan's tattoo... The person who tried to do this last time was directly broken by Shenghan!

This time without Hu Guyan Taiji's disposal, Sheng Khan might wrench his head off with his own hands!

The crowd was filled with small whispers.

Altan looked down at the hand that was grabbing his sleeve and wiping it back and forth, and felt the tattoo on his abdomen, which was spattered by blood, heat up.He suddenly pinched Su Yan's wrist and pressed it on the other's forehead, forcing him to salute himself, and then said to Hu Guyan on the river bank in a deep voice: "He wants to recognize me as the master. Brother Hu Guyan, I will take a thousand A good steed for this slave."

Sheng Khan is the co-lord of the Northern Desert, what is he fancy, and where does he need to exchange it?It's just giving him three points for his adoptive brother.Hu Guyan hated secretly, but he was unwilling to let it go, so he raised his voice and said: "This kid has delicate skin and tender flesh, and is easy to handle. To me, he is worth more than a thousand horses. Besides, I don't lack horses."

The surrounding soldiers gasped again!

Two clusters of anger burst out of Altan's eyes, and his voice became even deeper: "The mine at the southernmost tip of Altai Mountain belongs to you!"

The soldiers watching were in an uproar.Su Yan was at a loss: What did you say... What are these people excited about?

That's a rich gold mine!Hu Guyan's anger turned into ecstasy, and he said without hesitation: "It's a deal! Altan, my good brother, this kid is yours from hair to toe!"

Altan stared at Su Yan, and asked in a serious voice, "What else do you have with Hu Guyan?"

Su Yan didn't know why his attitude towards him suddenly turned cold. Since he had asked, he went ahead and asked for things back: "A small crossbow shaped like a scorpion, a dagger, a jade pendant, a fire sickle, a sable fur cloak, and more." There's... a wooden whistle left in the tent."

Altan repeated it to Hu Guyan.Hu Guyan said with subtle malice: "Okay, give it back to him. There is also the wooden tube containing the information—Shenghan, do you know that the enemy army set up an ambush near Yunnei City because this kid passed on the news?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding soldiers looked at Su Yan in a strange way, like a pack of wolves staring at Su Yan.Su Yan intuited that the guy named Hu Guyan said something that was unfavorable to him, but he was at a disadvantage because he couldn't understand the language, so he couldn't give full play to his strengths, so he had no choice but to look at the only black-skinned handsome guy who could communicate: "He Nonsense. I nearly poked him in the eye just now, and he's taking revenge on me."

Hu Guyan sneered and threw a bunch of small notes over.

Altan caught it with his hands, and unfolded it to see that the flowing gold pupils were covered by the lowered white eye feathers.When he raised his eyes to look at Su Yan again, there was a coldness in his eyes: "I am Altan."

"……what?"

"In your secret letter, let the enemy set up an ambush in Yunnei City to kill Altan."

Su Yan was stunned.

——My life is over!He shouted from the bottom of his heart, the road to the enemy is narrow, the road to the creditor and the man who blamed the blame meet, what to do, what to do!

Under the eyes of everyone, if you want to save your life at this moment, you can only show weakness and beg for mercy, but you don't want to lose face... Su Yan was quick to wit, coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood again, took advantage of the situation, and chose to be unconscious .

Altan looked down at the tattoo that was once again contaminated by the blood of outsiders, his chest heaved up and down.He picked up Su Yan by the waist, walked up to the river bank, and shouted at more and more onlookers: "Go back, should you rest, should you be vigilant?"

Sheng Khan spoke, and the Beimo cavalry hurriedly dispersed.

Looking at the back of Altan, who was half naked in the cold winter wind, walking towards the king's tent with a person under his arm, Hu Guyan's expression changed several times, and finally suppressed all emotions, and said silently: "We will wait and see."