Wait a minute, heroine

Although Tianlang Lake is an inland lake, it is more than 1,800 miles long and more than 600 miles wide. Apart from being located inland, it looks the same as the sea in other aspects, so it is called the West Sea.

The Xihai tribes are located on the northwest side of Tianlang Lake, and beyond Tianlang Lake, they are in the hinterland of Beiliang. This lake can also be regarded as a natural barrier for Beiliang. After the annexation of the Xihai tribes, Beiliang was built along the shore of the lake. There were several cities with heavy troops stationed there.

At midnight, in a small town more than a hundred miles away from Pingyi City at Beiliang Pass, a caravan carrying the banner of the Black Flag Gang stopped outside an inn.

There was a stream of cars and horses outside the inn. They were all caravans coming from the north of Tiannanhai to attend the meeting in Langxuan City. Most of them were from Beiliang, and there were also many merchants from the Wei Dynasty.

Dongfang Shangqing, the youngest son of Prince Liang, was too tired from the long journey and went directly to the inn to rest after arriving at his destination. Hu Yanjing, on the other hand, quietly left the inn and came to a remote street in the town alone.

A few days ago at Desolate Bone Beach, I accidentally kicked Lord Yama on the head. Hu Yanjing's mood has not calmed down even now, and the knife wound under his ribs has not healed. He looks a little depressed, and he walks a few steps behind his hands. Buji sighed secretly.

The last time he saved a small life, the masked King of Hell asked him to contact the seller of scaled steel. After giving the verbal explanation, he left. He did not arrange for anyone to follow him secretly, but he said, 'You can decide whether you can survive the next month.' , but like a knife hanging over the head.

Hu Yanjing's martial arts skills are not low, and he can tell that the man wants to kill him, and it's really just a matter of one or two swords; he is the boss of the Black Flag Gang, where is the wealth of such a big family, if he can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Under the circumstances, someone was sent to Yazhou that night.

If this was the only trouble, Hu Yanjing wouldn't be so depressed, but there was also a problem on King Liang's side.

Last time, the Prince of Hell and he stole each other's homes, went to the caravan, beat up Monk Zhang, and smashed a carriage.

The carriage contained not only the porcelain brought by the caravan to the northwest trade, but also several tea sets that he had collected privately and prepared to give to Beiliang senior officials as gifts.

The tea set was fired in the imperial kiln and was a special gift to the royal family. It would be inappropriate for ordinary officials to use it, let alone give it to the dignitaries of the enemy country.

When Dongfang Shangqing was packing the carriage, his sharp eyes spotted the tea sets and asked about their origin and purpose.

Hu Yanjing couldn't explain it easily. He only said that he got it from the black market and used it to establish relations with some officials in Beiliang to facilitate future business operations.

This matter can be big or small. If you meet a boss who is easy to talk to, you may not pursue it on the spot.

But Dongfang Shangqing has always been more serious. He feels that hiding the royal family's special gifts is trespassing, and giving it to the people of Beiliang on his own initiative is even more treasonous.

In addition to the previous suspicions, Hu Yanjing felt that Dongfang Shangqing would definitely report the matter to the King of Liang after he returned, and then thoroughly investigate what his boss had done in recent years to see if there were any other crimes.

Hu Yanjing's goal since he was a child was to become a marquis and prime minister, and to restore the glory of his ancestors as a general. As for which country he became a general, it made no difference to him. For this reason, he not only took refuge with King Liang, but also secretly took refuge with King Zuoxian of Northern Liang. , whoever has the ability to succeed is his person.

If Dongfang Shangqing hangs on to him and the King of Liang sends people to investigate him thoroughly, and if he really finds out something, even if he doesn't die, he will have to flee to Northern Liang and lose the family fortune he has accumulated over the years.

The East is still young and there is no progress. It is almost impossible for Hu Yanjing to change his mind, but he cannot sit still and wait for death. For this reason, he has been thinking of ways to restore his own image these days.

After walking on Hu Yanjing's small street for a while, he soon came to an old teahouse. After opening the door curtain, he could see four square tables inside.

An old man dressed as a shopkeeper was boiling tea by the stove, and there was a plate of peanuts on the table in the corner. Two young people were sitting on the table, chatting.

Seeing Hu Yanjing come in, the two Jianghu people at the table were stunned, and then they said hello:

"Gang Leader Hu, why are you here?"

The speaker was Cao Aning, who took Hu Yanjing's recommendation letter and came here to join the noble man.

Hu Yanjing's eyes were also a little surprised, and he came to the table and sat down:

"I asked you to come and seek refuge with King Zuo Xian, why are you still here?"

Cao Aning shook his head and sighed, and signaled to the tea shopkeeper:

"The guarantee from Gang Leader Hu is not very useful. King Zuo Xian doubted our identity and refused to accept our trust. He asked us to submit a surrender letter first. I thought that I had already killed two princes of the Wei Dynasty, and even conspired to assassinate the empress. What else do I need to hand in to register?"

Hu Yanjing picked up the teacup, took a sip, and hummed:

"Perhaps it's not that you are suspicious of your identity, but that you are more likely to fail than succeed. You are fanning the flames everywhere in the Wei Dynasty, and there is no doubt that you are rebellious. But after so many years, you have not even touched a hair of the empress, and you have been shaved by the empress for nothing. The affairs of the feudal lord have been behind schedule for many years. With your level of service, who dares to use you?"

The old man making tea next to him is named Du Tanqing. He seems to be unattractive, but he has a high status. He is the chief of espionage under King Zuoxian of Beiliang. He is responsible for the espionage work of the Western Sea ministries and the border of Wei Dynasty.

Du Tanqing came to the table with a teapot, poured tea, and said:

"What Gang Leader Hu said makes sense. You two, especially Xu Tianxiong, are capable enough to become the prince's right-hand man. Mr. Cao is a secret guard in the palace, and can also hold important positions. But Mr. Cao's past resume, who can prove it? Afraid - with the deposed emperor, the deposed emperor has fallen, with the king of Wu, the king of Wu has disappeared, and a powerful hero like the king of Yan has lost a layer of his skin for no reason..."

Cao Aning said helplessly: "It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. If they didn't succeed, we can only say that they didn't have the emperor's life. You can't say that I didn't contribute. King Zuo Xian is different..."

"The prince is loyal to Daliang and intends to help the king unify the world, but has no intention of replacing him..."

After Du Tanqing said a few words, he sat down on the table and turned to look at Hu Yanjing:

"Gang Leader Hu seems to be injured. Why?"

Hu Yanjing sighed: "A few days ago, I met a small caravan at Desolate Bone Beach. I thought it was a small character, but when I touched it, I realized it was a big dragon. The leader inside claimed to be a descendant of the Qin Chi Department. , almost beat me to death..."

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Du Tanqing frowned: "A descendant of the Qinchi tribe?"

Cao Aning was also stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said:

"The northwest royal court is gone. It is said that the last King Tianlang was killed by King Zuoxian himself. Are there any descendants left in this world?"

Du Tanqing thought for a moment: "I was involved in that incident back then. All the direct descendants of Qin Chi's tribe should have died in the battle. However, eighteen years ago, when the last remaining forces were cleared, a carriage escaped with Qin Chi inside. There is the body of a clan elder and some shoes, socks and clothes of a young child, but there is no trace of the child. The palace has been investigating for many years, but there are no clues..."

Hu Yanjing heard this and said:

"Even if there are still some people left, the power is definitely not small now. The prince should pay attention to it."

Du Tanqing nodded and asked again:

"Gang Leader Hu is here to inform you of this news?"

"This is just incidental, there is another thing..."

Hu Yanjing explained Dongfang Shangqing's suspicion and continued:

"Young Master Shang Qing has a stubborn personality. If he is suspicious of me, he will definitely hold on to Gong Ci's trivial matters. However, he is young and petty, so he is not unable to deal with it. I came here to ask Mr. Du to arrange a few killers to come. Assassinate Young Master Shang Qing, I will risk my life to save him when the time comes, so..."

Du Tanqing frowned: "Since we have become suspicious, we can just find an opportunity to kill him and put the blame on the Xihai tribes. Why go to such trouble?"

Hu Yanjing shook his head and said: "Young son of the Prince of Liang, follow me out. If you die outside, even if the fault is not mine, I will not be able to go back alive. Mr. Shang Qing is young and not so thoughtful. I will make a desperate plan and risk my life to save him. Afterwards, he I will definitely remember my kindness, and naturally I won’t pursue those little things in the past..."

Du Tanqing was silent for a moment, nodded and said:

"Forget it. You are here to discuss business with the Gouchen tribe, and the other three major tribes are all eager to do this. After you arrive in Langxuan City, I will arrange for some people to assassinate you, and try to find a way to prevent the three major tribes from becoming angry when doing business. This will not only help you get out of the siege, but the imperial court can also use the excuse of 'assassinating foreign envoys' to attack the three major ministries, killing two birds with one stone."

After hearing this, Cao Aning said:

"Just leave the matter of the bitter plan to me. I guarantee it will be done flawlessly."

This matter is not difficult, but Hu Yanjing's martial arts skills are not low, and Dongfang Shangqing has many guards. The assassin is too bad to scare Dongfang Shangqing, and powerful people are hard to find. Du Tanqing did not refuse even after thinking about it:

"You can decide what's right for you. If you still fail to handle such a small matter, you two should find another job."

"Don't worry, Mr. Du..."

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The bright moon is in the sky, and the frosty moonlight shines on the Gobi Desert. A thirsty river crosses the Gobi Desert.

Hoof-clack, hoof-clack...

Three or two horses galloped from the south, running along the river towards the city at the end of the field of vision. On the back of the horse sat three dusty men and women.

Fan Qinghe walked in front to lead the way, Ye Jingtang, who was dressed as a knight-errant, and Xuanji Master followed behind. Niaoniao, who came to the outside world for the first time, squatted in Ye Jingtang's arms and looked curiously at the vast wilderness.

The dividing line between Liangzhou and Beiliang is Heiyan Pass, which is located along the ancient river channel. It is only twenty or thirty miles away from Honghe Town. Pei Yuanfeng took root in Honghe Town back then because it was more convenient to go out of the pass to find Snow Lake Flowers.

Liangzhou and the southern side of the Xihai tribes were the hinterland of the Liang Dynasty thousands of years ago. After the river changed its course, it gradually became deserted and turned into the Great Gobi Desert today. The scenery outside the pass has not changed much from that inside the pass, but it is more desolate. It is difficult to find any traces of ordinary people's lives, and the area around Langxuan City is not in a livable zone.

However, Langxuan City was once the capital of the entire world. It has very important historical significance. It is not far from Beiliang and Wei Dynasties. Merchants from the two dynasties wanted to trade with the tribes in the West Sea, so they naturally came here. Over time, it became Wanbuji' is a large trade market.

The Manbuji does not last for one day, but begins in late summer and ends in winter.

Night Terror Hall set out from Honghe Town yesterday morning. Because they had to go back quickly, the three of them hardly stopped on the way. It took them a day and a half to get to Langxuan Ancient City. When they walked nearby, they could already meet each other one after another. Caravans traveling from north to south.

As the capital of the country thousands of years ago, it is difficult to see the appearance of Langxuan City today. The only thing that can prove its existence is the severely weathered two-foot mound on the outside.

The three people from Ye Jingtang passed countless caravans and arrived outside Langxuan Ancient City on Pegasus. It can be seen that the buildings inside have long since disappeared, replaced by a series of large tents and simple houses. Horse teams, camels, cattle and sheep can be seen everywhere. , like an earth wall, enclosing a large open space on the plain.

Although the environment looks simple, the scale of the ancient city is quite large. The Night Terror Hall is more than 20 miles long and wide, not smaller than Yun'an City, and the people inside are crowded together, probably no less than 100,000 people gathered.

Night Terror Hall followed Fan Qinghe and entered near a groove in the earth wall. He looked up and saw the firelight and tents stretching to the sky. His eyes were really shocked:

"I didn't expect there to be so many people. I thought it was just a small town."

Fan Qinghe was naturally used to this. He led the two of them through the messy market and responded:

"There are more than four hundred tribes in the Western Sea. Every autumn when there is a harvest, they all come here to exchange for living supplies. In winter alone, more than a thousand people came from the Ming tribe, and when the caravan from outside came, there were hundreds of people. There can be It’s not unusual at all for such a big scene..."

Master Xuanji rode on horseback for a day and a night, and was more greedy than any bird. He looked around casually while riding on the horse and asked:

"Is there any good wine here?"

Fan Qinghe felt that Master Xuanji was a follower, which made it difficult for her to talk to Ye Jingtang on the road. He would definitely not like her very much, so he said casually:

"How can there be no alcohol in such a big place? If you just think about it, you can even find a brothel."

Night Terror Hall was slightly surprised: "Is there a brothel in this place?"

Fan Qinghe rode in front and pointed with his whip:

"That big red tent right in front, do you see it? There's no cash required when you go in, and there's delicious food and drinks served."

"Um?"

Ye Jingtang raised his eyes and asked: "So hospitable?"

Master Xuanji came to the tribes of Xihai to find Xue Huhua and helped explain:

"It's a small tribe in the north. The matrilineal lineage is respected. The men are laborers and have little status. The women in it come here specifically to 'borrow' seeds. Although they provide food and sleep for free, they require good looks and good martial arts." , it’s best to be able to read and write, and you can only go in for half a month, and you won’t be able to get out the dregs of bad medicine.”

When Ye Jingtang heard this, he understood the meaning and smiled:

"No wonder, let me tell you, men hide away when they get there."

"You have a strong body. If you go in, you will definitely bring disaster to all the girls inside. Why don't you try?"

"well……"

Ye Jingtang shook his head and did not answer the dirty talk.

While the three of them were chatting, they walked for four miles along the crowded streets before arriving at the center of Langxuan Ancient City.

Although this is also a large flat land, the environment is obviously much better than the smoky outskirts. There are many fast places separated by fences, and there are exquisite white or red tents inside. Some of them have specially built houses with hanging hangings at the door. Various clan emblems and banners.

There are also many merchants here, but they are obviously more expensive in their clothes. The quality of the items traded in each department has also been improved by several levels. When Ye Jingtang passed by a fence, he even saw a large horse pen inside. There are more than a hundred horses locked up, several of them are riding on dark clouds and snow, and the others are all famous horses. The lineup is quite exaggerated.

Even though Ye Jingtang had seen a lot, he was still surprised when he saw this scene. He led the horse and paused outside the fence and asked:

"Are these horses from the same family?"

Fan Qinghe nodded: "This is the territory of the Wuma Tribe. The ancestors of the Wuma Tribe raised horses for the Liang Dynasty. In the past, most of the tens of thousands of war horses in the Northwest Royal Court came from the Wuma Tribe. Unfortunately, they are now taken over by the Beiliang Imperial Court. Due to the suppression, a lot of racecourses were confiscated, and they are not as powerful as before. These are just used to support the scene. The serious horse kings have long been booked by big shots from all over the world. If you want, I can say hello. I’ll get you a purebred BMW.”

Ye Jingtang gestured to the big dark horse behind him:

"I'm used to riding, so I have no plans to do so for the time being. Hmm... But I can get a few horses when I go. Prince Jing might like them."

Fan Qinghe nodded and motioned to the bird market in front:

"There are birds everywhere, including snow eagles, harpy eagles, and so on. The powerful ones can catch wolves; there are also colorful parrots, which can speak human language, unlike it that can only chirp..."

"grumble?"

Niaoniao's eyes were full of shock, and he suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for the woman in colorful clothes to be chased and beaten by the demon sister.

While the three of them were chatting, they walked through the crowded market and soon arrived at a huge venue.

The site is surrounded by a fence, and inside are more than twenty large round tents. The middle one is very exaggerated, with a diameter of at least ten feet and a height of about three feet. It is supported by logs as pillars. The big tent is yellow with red gauze hanging on the outside. There is the clan emblem of the Dongming tribe hanging on it, and dozens of warriors with veils and masks hanging on their waists stand guard around it. It looks gorgeous and majestic, like an emperor's palace.

Master Xuanji knew that Fan Qinghe was the mountain king of the Dongming tribe, but she really didn't expect Fan Qinghe to be so grand. Seeing such an exaggerated palace, the image of a female snitch in her heart changed into a rich woman with a huge family fortune.

It was also the first time that Ye Jingtang realized that King Dongming was not a joking name, but a serious foreign queen.

Fan Qinghe led his horse to the outside of the camp. As soon as he showed his head, more than ten people from the Dongming tribe quickly stepped forward and bowed:

"Lord Zhu Zong."

Fan Qinghe raised his hand slightly to show off his courtesy, led the horse into the station, and ordered:

"This young master is a distinguished guest who has come from afar. He is going to make arrangements to welcome the elders of the clan to meet the guest. By the way, find a clean place for this maid to rest."

"yes."

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Master Xuanji felt that this maid was not talking about birds.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and wanted to go up and slap Fan Qinghe on the butt, but Ye Jingtang held her arm to stop her, so she ignored the villain and glanced at Ye Jingtang instead.

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Ye Jingtang quickly let go of his hand...

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