The sound of cold fighting could be heard from time to time.
The leaders of the caravan and the envoys were preparing for a sneak attack that would come at any time, while asking: "Which direction to go from?"
At this time, they had reached the edge of the sacrificial site.
The leader of the caravan looked around.
Hu Xingyun was unable to determine where to go for a while because the eldest son did not give any further instructions.
At this time, I heard a stern voice mixed with excitement, heading west: "Go to Nao'er Lake."
Going west, this is not going deeper into the hinterland of foreign tribes.
When Hu Xingyun looked back, he realized that the person who spoke out was Cheng Zihui.
When he met Cheng Zihui's excited, nervous and almost twisted eyes, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.
In a flash of lightning, he realized that Cheng Zihui was also following the orders of the eldest son, so he and Yinyin obeyed the orders.
He and his caravan leader broke out to the west.
All the way away, there were shouts of killing.
The fighting in the inner circle gradually spread to the outer circle, and people kept joining in the chaotic battle.
Others tried to intercept Hu Xingyun and his party, but after being blocked, they continued to attack and kill.
Their red eyes were like beasts trapped in blood.
But this strange scene did not attract the attention of this group of people at all.
They galloped away, their bodies covered in blood.
The businessman from the Central Plains who inadvertently reminded the king of the prairie that the snipe and the clam were fighting, and the fisherman profited; the counselor from the Central Plains who was accidentally rescued by Prince Ziegler; the beauty from another land who encouraged Prince Batu to fight for the throne; the withered witch buried in a small tribe ; The captain of the guard who was bewitched by gold, silver and jewelry; and, in the blazing fire under the high platform, every inch of the wood was soaked with medicine.
Every little detail is connected, inconspicuous people emerge one by one, overt or covert characters appear on the stage, and every little flaw is exploited to the extreme.
Even though he clearly knew how this strange scene was created, and even participated in it himself, Hu Xingyun was still amazed and chilled by the eldest son's exhaustive plan.
Today he can swing his sword at the grassland, but the next day, will he be able to swing his sword at the dynasty?
This interlocking process not only consumed a huge amount of manpower and materials, but also consumed decades of management of the Jiangnan nobles in the grassland, and also consumed a huge amount of effort from the mastermind.
Whenever he thought of the letters delivered from Jiangnan, Hu Xingyun felt shuddering.
Sure enough, there was nothing left to be done.
The caravans traveling to and from the grasslands are not only the curtain for the grassland invasion plan and the sacrificial flags that inspire the fierceness of the grassland tribes, but also a barrier for the penetration of the Central Plains into the grasslands.
The inconspicuous people and the caravans circulating one by one, Just like droplets of invisible and traceless water, it penetrated the grassland silently and made them confused.
The surrounding scenery kept receding, and the human voices gradually moved away.
The empty scene accompanied by the whistling wind swept into their hearts, making them feel like they were in another world.
The quiet atmosphere was broken by the messy footsteps, and there was a silence.
The lake appeared in front of them, and the moonlight poured down, adding a chill to the lake.
They walked towards the lonely shabby tent by the lake.
In the tent lived a skinny old man with white beard and hair.
On the other side, He Yi faced Princess Tana who was heading north, with cold sweat falling from her forehead from time to time.
He asked her: "Tana, where are you taking me?"
Tana's sharp eyes swept over the man she had once admired.
The coldness in her eyes made He Yi feel chilled in her heart.
She looked at He Yi with a proud and mean look: "You will be my slave, Come with me to the tribes of the West.”
He Yi was stunned: "What kind of slave are you talking about?
I am an independent person and a minister of the imperial dynasty.
How dare you do this to me?"
Tana glanced at He Yi with a strange look, and said in an incomprehensible tone: "Don't you know what happened tonight has reached this point?
Since you still hope that the cowardly Southern court will treat you If you want to redeem yourself, they will only regard you as a traitor and criticize you with words and words.
You are destined to be unable to escape my grasp. " Looking at the high-ranking Tana in front of him with the aura of a superior, the first thing He Yi wanted to see was a woman with the same aura.
In that dim palace, in front of the woman wrapped in dark brocade, he was once so weak and helpless.
He couldn't help but think of the evaluation of Queen Tana in later history books: a foreign girl named Tana, smart and courageous, decisive, a strange woman of her generation, but arrogant by nature, violent and unyielding, slaughtering her husband's tribe, regaining control of her, and then Looking east to the royal court, I have been in charge of the grassland tribe with my brother for nearly thirty years.
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It is a sigh, a sigh.
Recalling the idol drama he saw before traveling through time, which described Queen Tana's voice, the face of the actress who played Queen Tana in the drama overlapped with Tana at this time, which made him shiver.
Only now did he realize that the person standing in front of him was not the foreign girl who could be described in a thin page in the history book, nor the distorted love-crazed character in the TV series, nor a carefree person. little princess.
She is a living person with a violent personality and direct control of part of the military force, who is enough to divide the grassland with the future king of the grassland.
There was a loud bang in his mind, like fireworks exploding.
He was living in a feudal dynasty hundreds of years ago where human life was insignificant, not a modern society where everyone was equal.
He had always looked down on this group of people whose life trajectories were being recorded with a lofty gaze like those of later generations.
Ancient people in history books.
He forgot that these people were living people with their own thoughts, plans, and wisdom.
A small casual action on his part could trigger a chain reaction and make things go in another direction.
He forgot that some things cannot be written down in mere history books.
Those who are old, dead, and missing, officials like him, cannot even be listed in history books.
He forgot that the person in front of him was not a paper person that could be manipulated at will.
He stared blankly at Tana, already speechless.
Tana raised the corners of her mouth in disdain at his appearance.
She waved her hand, and soon someone controlled He Yi.
They went all the way to the west, and experienced many fights along the way.
The weapons they had finally gathered together were broken, and many of the swords they had handy were seen.
Tana, who was very unlucky, rushed to the tribe of her husband who was killed by her at lightning speed, with a stern look in her eyes.
Facing the morning light, the blood-stained girl's body was spattered with blood.
She struggled to open her eyes and looked at the sun, her eyes filled with ambition that she was bound to win.
Behind her were He Yi, who was in a daze, and her fiancé, whose body was exceptionally well preserved
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