The fat king was obese, and the horse could not bear his weight for a long time, but he could not meet the angels of the Wu Dynasty, and he could not help but show respect, and he could not fall into the majesty of Wusun, so he had to reluctantly embarrass him, and with the support of many attendants, he got on horseback.
The horse was crushed by him, and its hind hooves went limp, and it almost fell to its knees.
Seeing in the distance, Princess Xie Wu accompanied a handsome young man to gallop slowly, and the corner of the fat king's eyes jumped, such a beautiful man, could it be that Princess Xie Wu was not moved Cheng Mo looked ahead, and saw that the flags were standing in a forest, and the queue was still neat, but there was a man at the front, just like a lump of fat meat, how could anyone look like this person must be the fat king.
The princess of Xie Wu gently pulled the horse rope and lagged behind Cheng Mo by a horse.
The distance between the two sides continued to shorten until Cheng Mo came to the fat king.
Cheng Mo sat on the horse's back with a smile, and did not mean to dismount.
The fat king's small eyes were hidden in the flesh, and he couldn't really see it if he didn't look carefully, the fat on his face parted to both sides, his fat lips grinned, he stroked his chest with his hand, and saluted: "This must be the Marquis of Wu Chaocheng."
Cheng Mo resigned as prime minister before leaving the country, and the fat king, as the head of a country, naturally could no longer be called a prime minister.
Xia Xi translated the words of the fat king.
"Exactly, this must be Kunmo."
Cheng Mo bowed slightly on the horse and said, "I've seen Kunmo." ” Wusun is not a vassal state of the Wu Dynasty, and the fat king does not need to be a courtier when he sees Liu Xun.
Cheng Mo was an envoy to represent the emperor of the Wu Dynasty, so it was enough to owe slightly.
After hearing the words of the translator, the fat king smiled all over his face, and even more unable to see his eyes, and said: "Master Cheng Hou came from afar, and this king has lost his welcome."
This side please. ” As he spoke, he turned his horse's head with difficulty, and galloped to a tent in the distance.
The fat king's wall-like body left, and a man about forty years old behind him revealed his figure, the man looked rough, and his eyes were shining, and when he saw Cheng Mo looking over, he smiled kindly, and said in Wu language: "Master Cheng." ” This man speaks Wu language.
Cheng Mo said: "I don't know who Your Excellency is" "In the lower gai, brother of Kunmo."
This person is Gai Zixuan, not only does he not have the fat of the fat king, he looks very good, since Cheng Mo appeared in the distance, he has been looking at Cheng Mo, this young man in front of him is the enemy who almost wiped out his four thousand pro-army, after the pro-army was destroyed, he also sent someone to investigate, and stepped up pressure on the princess to relieve worry, wanting to get the waist card, but he has not been able to find out where Cheng Mo is, as if after that night, Cheng Mo disappeared from the grassland.
It wasn't until last night that his sentry discovered that Cheng Mo's team was already in Wusun, and it was only a day's journey away from the fat king's royal tent.
At this time, it was too late for the ambush, and he couldn't get the waist card, so he couldn't move the army, so he had to watch Cheng Mo swagger in front of him.
Cheng Mo listened to him report his name, smiled meaningfully, also owed, and said, "General Right." ” If the fat king does not intervene sideways, or the fat king is not so happy to be an ostrich, he controls half of Wusun's military power, but now under the operation of the princess of Xie Wu, he can only mobilize the pro-army.
Cheng Mo's smile flashed.
Gai Zizhen was thoughtful, but quickly returned to normal, and said, "Master Cheng." ” The two looked at each other, and each of them laughed loudly.
I just like to see how you hate me and can't kill me, how long laughing, Cheng Mo grabbed the horse's belly, took the lead, and caught up with the fat king.
Gai Zixuan looked at Cheng Mo's back, his smile was gone, his eyes were very sharp, and a young man about twenty-four or five years old behind him came over and whispered: "General" The young man's name was Zhiluobo, a tribal leader, and at the same time a pro-Hungarian faction.
He advocates force, and feels that there is no need to talk nonsense, and if there is any grievance, he can use force to fight it.
He dealt with the disputes in the tribe in this way, and between the Xiongnu and the Wu Dynasty, he also liked to use the Xiongnu, the warriors of the steppe.
As for the Wu Dynasty, they are just a group of helpless scholars, what can they do It is with his support that Gai Zixuan can be so unscrupulous.
The meaning of Zhiluobo could not be more obvious, at this time Cheng Mo's back was facing them, and there were only more than 1,000 people around him, as long as Cheng Mo was killed, the Wu Dynasty would inevitably turn against Wusun, and then mention Cheng Mo's head to show goodwill to the Xiongnu, and take refuge in the Xiongnu is just around the corner, and then unite the Xiongnu army to attack the Wu Dynasty.
At that time, this grassland with fertile water and grass will be all owned by them.
Gai Zi was silent.
Seeing that Cheng Mo's back was getting smaller and smaller, Zhi Luobo became anxious, and called again: "General" patted the quiver on his waist at the same time.
People who advocate martial arts and bravery, their skills are generally good, and they regard themselves as warriors, and they shoot good arrows, and they are known as the god of arrows.
Gai Zixuan shook his head lightly and said in a low voice: "You don't know, Wu Chao is a fierce tiger, once this fierce tiger is awakened, the consequences are very terrible.
Twenty years ago, the warlike Huns were not pry into fleeing into the desert."
The Wu Dynasty ruled the country with literature and did not use force, but once the country used force, it would be invincible.
After the war between the Wu Dynasty and the Xiongnu lasted for 30 years, Zhiluobo had not yet been born, how could he have seen it, in his mind, it must have been an exaggeration by the people of the Wu Dynasty.
He said: "As long as this person is killed, Kun Mo can only obey the orders of the Huns." ” Isn't the guard of the princess who solved the worries the messenger who killed the Huns, and Wusun and the Huns turned against each other, and now the Huns are sharpening their knives Huo Huo, all thanks to this vicious woman.
Zhiluo Bowang looked at the back of the princess in front of him and looked very unkindly, and said: "Kill that woman again, with these two heads, the Huns will definitely calm their anger." ” "No, this woman, the Huns want to live."
A wicked smile appeared on Gai Zi's lips, and he also wanted to taste this woman.
According to Wusun's custom, as long as he becomes Kunmo, no matter how reluctant Princess Xie Wu is, she will have to marry him.
Well, that sounds like a good idea.
Cheng Mo didn't seem to know that the danger was approaching, and he didn't seem to know that he was walking with the fat king, so Su Miaohua stepped forward and caught up with Princess Xie Wu, and the horse under him was only one head behind Princess Xie Wei.
Su Miaohua reconciled the cold and noisy princess, and then turned to the topic: "How many brothers does Kunmo have, what is the relationship between the brothers?"
If I slaughter Gaizi, your fat king won't turn against my husband Princess Xie Wu didn't seem to know what Su Miaohua had in mind, and said with a smile: "Born in the emperor's family, how can he have any family affection, whether it is Wusun or Wu Dynasty, it is all the same." ” Power is poisonous wine, as long as you drink this glass of wine, how can you have family affection at all "That's right."
Su Miaohua smiled and said, "The concubine heard that the princess was beautiful in the capital, and when I saw it today, she really lived up to her reputation." ” Princess Jiewu's cheeks were hot, her eyes turned slightly, and she said, "Why don't you say that Hou Cheng is better than Pan An, you are so blessed, you are married to such a handsome husband." ” t1706231537: