Reincarnation of the powerful minister

"The sages and sages in ancient times are all lonely, but they hang on the southeast branch themselves."

"Life is not satisfactory in this world, it is better to hang the southeast branch yourself."

"Sit up in shock while dying, turn your head and hang from the southeast branch."

"No one in life has died since ancient times, and he has to hang the southeast branch himself."

"My lord, this is—really—" Jing Hong chased with a smile and said, "What a literary talent."

Su Yan staggered on the horseback, the tender flesh on the inner sides of his legs was painfully worn on the saddle.He was wearing a big bamboo hat. The black veil hanging from the edge of the hat could keep out the wind, sand and scorching sun. It was quite practical, but it looked too girly.

"It has nothing to do with my master's literary talents. This is the art of mixing and matching poetry." He sighed depressingly, and continued to bump forward on the smoky yellow dirt road, groaning——

"Lian Po is old, how long will it last to turn his eyebrows around?"

"The old man is talking about being a teenager, and a pear tree is crushing a crabapple."

"I untie the battle robe for the general, and the hibiscus tent warms up the spring night. Sima's green shirt in Jiangzhou is wet, and the king will not go to court early from now on."

Jing Hong's ears became hot after hearing this, and she unconsciously looked at the blue shirt on Su Yan's body. Thousands of thoughts in her mind were chaotic and erratic, and she was severely suppressed by reason. , The daily journey is boring. Fortunately, this place is not far from Lingzhou, and if we hurry up, we can arrive there in two or three days."

When Su Yan heard the word "hurry up the horse", the pain in the root of his leg became even worse.

After leaving Hengliangzi Town, they didn't have a map in their hands. They asked for directions and wandered around, and finally entered Dingbian City before dark.

Jing Hong chased him and settled him in the inn, and told him, "My lord, rest first, and the subordinates will come as soon as they go down", and they were about to go out.

Su Yan guessed that he was going to make money, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill people."

Jing Hong chased and laughed: "I know, now I'm your lord's bodyguard, not a killer anymore."

Su Yan said again: "Don't rob good people."

"The subordinates only take ill-gotten gains. If the adults are worried, I will write down which family and household and return the money in the future."

Su Yan thought about the matter in a hurry, and there was no better way, so he agreed to go.

Jing Hong chased and got more than a hundred taels of silver overnight, all of which were broken silver and some copper coins, which was enough for the whole journey, and bought two more good horses the next day.

Originally, he wanted to buy a carriage for Mr. Su to ride in.But the speed of the carriage was slow, and the condition of the official roads in this area was extremely bad. Su Yan reckoned that he could knock out his stomach bag, so he had to give up, thinking that riding a horse would be lighter.

The first two days were fine, but on the third day, the sequelae of spoiling came out.

People who ride horses all year round have a layer of calluses on the inner thighs, while Su Yan's skin is white and thin, and the tiny blue blood vessels under the skin can be seen clearly. How can the thighs withstand the constant friction of the saddle, causing burning pain.

He didn't want to show weakness and hypocrisy, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. He couldn't help it, so he recited a few crooked poems to divert his attention.

Right now, when he heard "Quick horse and whip", his scalp felt numb, he couldn't hold back his breath, and said in a low voice: "Ah Zhui, I can't take it anymore, I want to get off the horse and rest."

Jing Hongzhui thought he was suffering from heat stroke, so she quickly helped him off his horse.

There happened to be a small stream passing through the bridge nearby. The bridge was a patchwork of wooden planks, and the trickle was very thin among the rocks, but it was clear anyway.Su Yan took off the bamboo hat and put it on the rocks by the stream. He felt his legs tremble, whether he was sitting or standing, looked left and right for no one, kicked off his shoes and began to take off his trousers.

Jing Hong chased and said in surprise: "My lord!" subconsciously grabbed his waistband.

Su Yan patted the back of his hand, "What are you dragging, there is no one around. Besides, don't you have shorts inside, and you don't want to walk around."

Jing Hong chased and refused to let go: "What are you going to do?!"

Su Yan had no choice but to tell the truth: "My thigh hurts, see the situation."

Jing Hong chased for a moment, blushed and let go, turned her back, and blocked the road.

Su Yan took off his trousers and saw that the inner thighs were indeed red and swollen, and the skin would rot if he rubbed it on.He sat down slowly with the support of the stone, and said, "Ah Chai, go and find me two pieces of cotton yarn in the baggage."

Jing Hong chased her back and saw his thighs, both sides had bruises like bright red blood on white jade, it was shocking, she hurriedly knelt down to check, and said distressedly: "My lord's legs are so badly worn by the saddle. The negligence of my subordinates is that I did not take good care of the adults."

He suffered from hunger and cold since he was a child, and he felt comfortable sleeping on the floor when he was practicing martial arts. He knew Master Su had fine skin and tender meat, but he didn't expect it to be as tender as tofu.

In addition, Mr. Su was wearing a veiled bamboo hat, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He didn't know that he had endured the pain until now, and he immediately blamed himself.

Su Yan sighed: "It's none of your business, it's my skin that's too useless." It's just a piece of trash.If there is a second chance of soul transmigration, he is willing to lose ten years of his life in exchange for his original body. If it is really impossible, he can give him a heart-protecting muscle man with a shell, no matter what, he is better than a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken.

Jing Hong chased back to the horse to take out her bag, and saw a large group of people and horses appearing on the road in the distance across the bridge—to be precise, there were only twenty or thirty people on the horse, and the vast expanse behind was full of people. The horses ridden by people, under the leadership of the leading horse, walked in a well-regulated manner.

It looked like caravans going to and from border towns, either selling goods and returning, or selling horses directly.Jing Hong regained her vigilant gaze, took out the cotton gauze, walked in front of Su Yan, squatted down and bandaged his wound.

After a while, a strange voice from above the bridge suddenly sounded: "What are you doing?" It was spoken in Da Ming's official dialect, with a slightly foreign accent, and the ending sounded like a low-pitched string.

Jing Hong chased and turned her head, and saw that across the wooden bridge, the people and horses on the other side of the stream were parked, and the leading man was riding on a surprisingly tall steed, watching them playfully.

The man looked very young, but he couldn't tell his exact age. He was dressed in a Beimo suit with a left lapel beard. His thick and slightly curly long hair was scattered on his shoulders and back, braided into many small braids, and gold rings were strung on the braids on his temples. And green jade beads, and his peridot-colored pupils complement each other.The complexion is tea brown after being exposed to the sun and the wind, the nose is high and the eyes are deep, and the facial contours are rough, tough and handsome. It makes people think of the sunset on the long river and the wind and smoke in the desert at first sight. It is a majestic and boundless artistic conception.

"I thought the children of the grassland were unrestrained, but I didn't expect that the people of the Central Plains were so informal. I admire them." The man said jokingly, but his tone was not annoying.

Su Yan followed the other person's gaze, and looked down at himself - sitting on a rock by the stream, with his bare white legs spread out to both sides, and the back of Jing Hongchai's head was in the middle. The position and angle were very ambiguous, and it really seemed like he was doing something something indescribable...

No, this is a big misunderstanding!I am a straight man with integrity, and I will never do such a dirty thing in broad daylight!

Su Yan was about to clarify his innocence for himself, Jing Hong chased and pulled his trousers over his legs, stood up to block the sight of everyone on the bridge, and said coldly: "What does it have to do with you, I want you to mind your own business!"

The foreign man was stunned, and laughed loudly: "It's just a joke, why are you so angry. I saw you bandaging him, is it on his thigh?"

Jing Hong chased with a look of keeping away from strangers, cold eyes, exuding a fierce aura of "get out of the way".

Su Yan put on his trousers in embarrassment, put his hands on Jing Hongzhui's shoulders, and said, "It's all right, let's go."

Jing Hong turned around and asked, "Elder...Young Master, can you still ride a horse?"

Su Yan said: "Yes. It is wrapped in cotton cloth, so it will not be so painful. Hurry up and hurry, and you will be relieved when you arrive at the place as soon as possible."

The two returned to the side of the road, and Jing Hong chased and helped Su Yan get on the horse.Su Yan straddled his thighs to the sides of the horse's back, rubbed the wound against the saddle with cotton gauze, still shivering with pain.

Seeing this, the man on the other side of the bridge raised his voice and said, "You can't do it like this, you'll still get hurt. Take this."

He threw an object in the air, Su Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, Jing Hongzui was worried that it would be harmful, so he jumped up, caught it first in mid-air, and landed lightly.

"Good skill!" the man praised.

What I threw over were two leggings, which were sewn five layers of soft lambskin, and the inner side was padded with thick fleece, which was tied to the inner thigh through the outer trousers, which could indeed prevent abrasions.Jing Hongzhui handed the leggings to Su Yan, her expression softened slightly, and she cupped her fists at the man: "Thank you. We bought these leggings, how much?"

"Not for sale! If you want to give it to you, you can take it, and if you don't want it, just throw it away." The foreign man frowned unhappily, "There is no reason to take back what the Oirats gave away."

Although Su Yan has never been in contact with grassland tribes in this era, but he has dealt with them when traveling in his previous life. He knows that most nomads are strong-tempered, straightforward, and do not like to circle around. They are very hospitable to guests who are pleasing to the eye. Standing up with a knife, it can be regarded as the type of two worlds of ice and fire.

The man on the opposite side who claimed to be an "Oirat" sent leggings out of good intentions, but Su Yan had just come out of the tragedy of being slaughtered in Hengliangzi, and he had a grudge against the Tatar tribes, so he asked, "May I ask what country or tribe the Oirats are from? What's the relationship with Tartar?"

"We are the people of the forest from the Bahe region, and we have nothing to do with the Dayan people of the grasslands, but one is in the west and the other is in the east." The man raised his chin disdainfully, "If you insist on a relationship, It's an old enemy."

Su Yan was a little confused, but quickly realized that the "Dayan" in his mouth was called "Tatar" by the Ming Dynasty, and according to the geographical location he said, the so-called "Oirat" was Oala.

I still remember a few months ago when Emperor Jinglong asked him about the situation in Mobei when he first became the prince's attendant. was adopted.

Later, he was framed and received a royal scepter. After recovering from his injuries, the emperor summoned him again. When it came to sending secret envoys to visit the tribes in the northern desert, Oala responded most enthusiastically. He even proposed that as long as the Ming Dynasty supported other tribes to unify the grasslands, he would go to Beicheng Emperor, call himself Khan, and at the same time respectfully call the emperor of Great Ming Tian Khan.Rounding off is to express the meaning of subject.

Emperor Jinglong was moved by this, and Su Yan also felt that among the dozen or so tribes in the northern desert, Oala was an ideal target for wooing.On the one hand, the power is quite strong, but not one family dominates; on the other hand, Wala once killed the last emperor of Beicheng who fled after being defeated by Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty, and fought with Tatar for years for the orthodox Khan position. The endless snipe and clam.This hostile relationship is of great value to Da Ming.

It's just that the first condition they put forward was to marry Prince Kunle and Princess Daming. Emperor Jinglong absolutely could not accept this, and the alliance was shelved.

In the past few months, the two sides have been testing each other's bottom line, asking for prices, and paying back the money on the ground. They neither broke their faces nor reached an agreement, just hanging on for a while.

Su Yan recalled that after this incident, the hostility subsided a lot, but he was still on guard, and then asked, "Your Excellency, why did you come to my Great Ming territory?"

The Wala man raised his thumb and pointed backwards, "Come here to sell horses for tea and salt. I went to Pingliang, but the local officials were too scoundrels, and they wanted to exchange our good horses with inferior moldy tea. I left and planned to go to Lingzhou. I heard that Lingzhou Qingshuiying will open a border market in the early autumn of this year. Where are you two? Where are you going?"

Su Yan wanted to get news from him, so he said, "Coincidentally, we are going to Lingzhou too."

The Wala man smiled and said: "Since we are going to Lingzhou, why not go with us. It's not peaceful inside and outside the Great Wall in recent years, so it's better to go with us."

Jing Hongzhui gathered her inner strength and sent a voice to Su Yan's ear: "My lord, it is difficult to verify the other party's identity, so beware of fraud."

Su Yan nodded slightly, showing that he knew what was going on.

The other party couldn't hear Jing Hongzhui's voice transmission, but he saw that Su Yan was the master of the two, so he looked at him sincerely, waiting for an answer.

Su Yan apologized, and said: "I have an unfeeling request. Since you also said that the border is not peaceful, we just escaped from the rain of swords and arrows of the Tatar cavalry, and the lingering fear is still there. Unless you can prove it yourself identity, otherwise we dare not go together.”

After the Wala man was stunned, he didn't show any displeasure, and slowly drove his horse closer.

When the person approached, Su Yan realized that the opponent was tall and tall, at least 1.9 meters above the visual inspection, and the horse he was riding was tall, so it felt oppressive to face each other.

"How do you want me to prove it?" he asked back.

Su Yan remembered that the Tatar cavalryman who kidnapped him with a lasso had a tattoo of a wolf's head on his chest. He didn't know if it was the totem of their tribe, so he asked, "I heard that every tribe in the northern desert has its own totem. , is not only the carrier to record the soul of the god, but also the emblem of the clan, is this true?"

The Wala man smiled: "It's true."

"Does your Excellency know what is the totem of the Tatar tribe?"

"The wolf."

"What about your department?"

The man didn't answer, he stretched out his hand to untie the belt under his ribs, and opened the skirt for Su Yan to see.

A string of exotic gold necklaces hung around his neck, and the pendant inlaid with emeralds passed over the well-developed chest muscles and hung down to the vertical and horizontal full abdominal muscles.Below the pendant, there is an obvious tree-shaped tattoo.

"'Toke Tilak', the sacred tree standing in the very center of the world and supporting the sky, is the god we Oirats believe in."

Su Yan's eyes were attracted by the simple and mysterious tattoo. After looking at it for a while, he always felt that there was something weird, but he couldn't find it for a while.

After lingering his eyes for a while, he suddenly discovered that the other party had worn two gold rings on his nipples.The thin and round golden ring set off the shiny dark skin, giving it an indescribable lust and sexiness...

Feel, feel big!They are all men, I have what he has, and the hairy ones are good-looking!Su Yan looked away guiltily, cupped his hands and said, "My Majesty, Su Yan, may I ask your lord's name?"

"Altan." The man opened his arms and stared intently at the Central Plains boy in front of him. He pronounced his name with a unique charm in a foreign accent, "Su Yan, Su Yan, I remember you."

Jing Hongzui said coldly: "You don't have to remember. Anyway, we meet by chance and forget it afterwards, so don't worry about it."