Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

At the end of March, the princes of the Northern Xinjiang Chinu Tribe went to Beijing to negotiate a peace with great momentum, and they picked up many sleepers from Daliang people along the way.

After Beijiang invaded Jiangdong, they burned, killed and looted for two full months. At that time, the people of Zhuoyang City outside Lingyang Pass could not bear the humiliation. They poured oil on the fire and burned half of the city. The raging fire lasted for three days.

It was during the three days of the fire that Old General Wen was able to delay the time and wait at the pass until Lingxi and Yubei came to rescue him.

Such a national humiliation, the chariots and horses of the Chinu tribe passed through Zhuoyang and entered the pass, and they were almost drowned by the smear of the common people.

The south of Yijing is surrounded by mountains, and there are dense forests in the mountains. The imperial army surrounded a hunting ground and came out.Qi Yanxing and Lu Yunchuan walked last, with knives on their waists.

This field hunting is not to let the prey come in and wait for people to kill, but if you really want to go into the mountains and forests to hunt, the forbidden army will keep an eye on everything, just in case something unexpected happens.

Measurement.

"People should be here today." Qi Yanxing seemed to be talking about something unimportant, with an understatement.

Lu Yunchuan had some weeds that came from somewhere between his lips, he couldn't smile, he just said: "Lu Feichi went to greet her, the scene is not small, if you don't know it, you should come to make a kiss."

He still remembered Ming Wanzhao's instructions, and lowered his eyes and said: "Northern Xinjiang is now divided into two. The Lu family has always wanted to negotiate peace with Northern Xinjiang, just to make friends with the Chinu tribe. Ha Yi died in Daliang, he The eldest son Sange and the second son Jiapa also stayed here. Even the corpse capital was not brought back to northern Xinjiang. The Great Khan Jebu of the Shage tribe was the third son of Ha Yi, and it was absolutely impossible to reconcile with Daliang. Staring at the beam like a dog smelling meat, there is no good thing."

Ha Yi and his two sons died outside Lingyang Pass. At that time, many people in Zhuoyang City entered the pass to seek refuge. When they learned that Northern Xinjiang was retreating, the corpses left in a hurry were used to vent their anger. The leader Ha Yi and his son were even more crushed. Ashes.

National hatred and family hatred, Daliang and Beijiang are destined not to understand each other. A truce for peace is for the living people, but no one is qualified to replace the dead.

sorry.

"This time when Yi Qien entered Beijing, the conservative faction headed by Xing Ye in the court was not very happy." Qi Yanxing said, and chuckled as if thinking of something: "Wen Bojing is a bit interesting, a member of the Chinu Department As soon as he entered Jiangdong, he sent people to accompany him for protection, and he caused the Chinu team to suffer a lot along the way."

While the two were talking, Qi Yanxing suddenly paused for a moment, looking at the front with playful expression.

Lu Yunchuan followed and looked forward, and saw that the acquaintance who was patrolled by the leader in front was Zuo Huaixu, who was put into the prison of the Ministry of Justice because of the collapse of the city wall.

The other party obviously saw them too, but they didn't go forward. Instead, after a cold glance, they led them in a different direction.

Qi Yanxing hugged his shoulders, tilted his head and whispered in Lu Yunchuan's ear: "After the new year, I returned to the imperial army with a waist card, and was demoted without seriousness. Now I am a captain. In the past, I was a bit higher than you, but now I am on an equal footing. It’s all over, so naturally I don’t want to see you.”

"Coincidentally, I don't want to see him either." Lu Yunchuan snorted, and his brown eyes flashed, "Chinu's grandson has come to the house to play wild, so I don't have the time to pay attention to him."

The next day was sunny.

In the hunting ground in the south of the city, the imperial guards were heavily guarded. Lu Yunchuan rode his horse and accompanied him, followed by the mighty light-armored imperial guards.

The clothes in northern Xinjiang are rough, and they don't wear hair and crowns. Most of them are loose or tied up hastily.Yi Qien led his personal guards behind the royal driver, with wide eyebrows, eyes like falcons, and bare chest. The wind and sand in northern Xinjiang made his cheeks red and brown, and a thick rope with spikes was tied on his forehead.

After entering the hunting ground and making a detour twice, Yi Qien laughed in the not-so-standard Daliang mandarin: "Riding and shooting hunting, this hunting ground is a bit small, so I can't run away from my horse."

The Northern Xinjiang soldiers laughed loudly, chatting and laughing with each other in the Northern Xinjiang language, all of them looked proud.

They are defying the beam.

"This horse is quite delicate."

Lu Yunchuan approached leisurely on Qianlixue, and when he came, he met many sharp and mocking eyes, and the guards of Beijiang were all riding horses, whispering to each other even more cheerfully.

There was contempt and contempt in those eyes, and what he said was naturally not a good thing.

Lu Yunchuan looks so much like Zijin, with deep eyebrows, one can tell at a glance that he is not a pure Liang person, there are quite a few like him in the border, most of them are young women who were taken captive by northern Xinjiang people, and abandoned after being insulted In the Gobi, some women who are lucky enough to return home alive will give birth to children of northern Xinjiang blood.

People from northern Xinjiang will not be responsible for this, it is just a mottled blood left by a whim.The conservative Liang people also despised sleep and abandonment, so these children were born to die.

Yi Qi'en had heard about this mighty general from Lingxi long ago, looked sharply at him for a long while, and then grinned and said: "A good horse should not be wronged, only a second-rate horse will enjoy the hunting ground in a square inch. The horses are all bastards bred by inferior blood, so they can't run fast."

Many of the Northern Xinjiang guards could understand Liang dialect, so they translated and told each other without any concealment, and there was constant laughter.

This is a horse, the bastard is scolding Lu Yunchuan.

Lu Yunchuan laughed calmly, and said: "The horses in northern Xinjiang are wild and unruly. They used to be unable to be war horses. We brought stallions from Jiangdong to make the wild horses more tame, and they no longer behave like trampling their own people to death before the battle. It’s a matter of fact, so it’s hard to say who is the bastard. Besides, a good horse doesn’t care about the road, just run. Could it be that your horse is home-loving and can’t run away from the soil of the northern border?”

The Yi people in northern Xinjiang are good at taming eagles and horses, but the horses in the grassland are all fierce, but not everyone is a master of horse taming. Today's war horses in northern Xinjiang are all bred from Jiangdong's horses.

Yi Qien squinted his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, he stared at Lu Yunchuan closely, like a proud eagle locking on its prey.

Lu Yunchuan never backed down, his brown eyes exuded a murderous look, and there was even a bit of mockery, as brazen as a blood-stained knife.

So the sharp-edged and the cold and brutal face confronted each other for a short time.

Evenly matched.

Yi Qien is a seasoned hunter on the grassland, even when facing the vicious pack of wolves, he never took half a step back, but from the brief eye contact with Lu Yunchuan, he understood that this young man was more terrifying than the pack of hungry wolves on the grassland.

"You Liang people." Yi Qien spoke very slowly, and his words were jerky, "You can only speak well."

"You barbarians." Lu Yunchuan sneered and sarcastically in a slow tone, "I don't know etiquette and upbringing."

Lu Yunchuan was fast with swords and horses, and his mouth was also very sharp. Yi Qien told him to stab his face even more ugly, and the red slave guards around him also looked bad.

"I hope that when you get to the hunting ground, your arrows will be as fast as your mouth, and you won't be walked around by rabbits." Yi Qien sneered, and cursed a Beijiang dialect: "Bastard with dirty blood."

"Pay more attention to your delicate Beijiang horses, I won't bother you anymore." Lu Yunchuan rode his horse back and spoke a short and obscure Beijiang dialect without looking back.

Yi Qien's face completely sank after hearing this.

The translated meaning of that Northern Xinjiang dialect is: A fool who is not as good as a pig or a dog.