Chapter 150: Connection

In the vast grassland, white tents stretch for dozens of miles. ReadМ

Countless cattle and sheep are looming in the grass.

Beidi people on horseback walked through the tall grass, driving cattle, sheep and horses.

Guo Tu's heart contracted with nervousness.

He knew that these Beidi people who were herding horses were soldiers with scimitars and bows and arrows.

This time, the Beidi army came to Yanguan.

Although they just asked for Kutu's release, he and Yuan Li still smelled something different from it.

The people of Beidi could mobilize troops and dignitaries like this.

Will the next attack on Yan Pass be far away?

What will the Yuan family do then?

Will the Yuan family really use up all the troops they have worked so hard to accumulate?

No matter whether they win or lose, when all the troops are gone, what status will the Yuan family still have in Dasong.

Instead of doing this, it is better to leave a way out for yourself.

"Go in." A general walked out of the white tent, breaking Guo Tu's meditation.

Showing a humble smile, Guo Tu nodded and lowered his body to enter the king's tent.

"Raise your head." A rough voice sounded.

Guo Tu raised his head and saw a muscular Beidi man in his thirties sitting on the sheepskin blanket in the middle.

Guo Tu said: "Guo Tu, a disciple of the Yuan family in Yanzhou, has met King Enke."

"Yuan family, hum, you still have the nerve to come to the grassland, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Enke stared at Guo Tu like a wild beast.

Guo Tu only felt his legs trembling a little, and he said: "Your Majesty, this is not the Yuan family's fault. Zhang Kang did not tell us his plan with the Black Iron King's tent. If Master Yuan knew about this in advance, he would definitely do it this time. It is impossible to let King Yan live, and our Yuan family also wants King Yan to die. "

Enko's livid face softened a little.

During this autumn hunting, the Black Iron King lost his troops and even his own father was captured.

To him, this was a great shame.

He had made a promise in front of the Khan that he would use King Yan's head to wash away the shame.

It's just that winter comes too quickly, the Yanshan Road is narrow, and large siege equipment cannot be passed.

Even if he led the tribal cavalry to go south again, he could not ensure that he could capture King Yan.

Therefore, Khan and he set their sights on Yanguan.

This time the Khan dispatched troops from three royal accounts south to intimidate Emperor Dashong.

But there was no plan to attack the city.

The walls of Yanguan City are high and thick, so it is not easy to capture. You must concentrate all your strength to strike.

But due to the war in the far north, this will have to wait until at least the next year.

Thinking of this, he looked at Guo Tu again, "Tell me, what is your purpose of coming here?"

"Master Yuan is willing to restore old friendship with the Black Iron King and establish a profound friendship." Guo Tu said in a low voice.

"Friendship?" Enke suddenly laughed.

After the laughter ended, he suddenly said angrily: "Who does the Yuan family in Yanzhou deserve to have my friendship in Beidi? When Yanguan is broken in the coming year, I will kill him first."

"Next year?" Guo Tu was surprised.

Secretly, Beidi is really going south? If this is the case, Beidi cannot be pleased and the Yuan family will be in danger.

Thinking of this, he was so anxious that he forgot to answer for a moment.

At this moment, Enke said again: "However, it's not impossible, but your Yuan family has to do something for us in Beidi."

"What's the matter?" Guo Tu was overjoyed.

"Mo Di's head!" Enke narrowed his eyes, "If you agree, I will put in a good word for your Yuan family in front of the Khan. Even if Beidi enters the border, your Yuan family will have a place in the future."

Guo Tu breathed a sigh of relief, "I should go back and discuss this matter with Master Yuan. Why doesn't the king want King Yan's head?"

"Hmph, I will personally cut off King Yan's head. It won't be your Yuan family's turn." Enke waved his hand, "Go away. When we see the sincerity of your Yuan family, we can talk about friendship."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Guo Tu bowed and slowly exited the camp.

After looking at the large tents in the Black Iron King's tent, he left with his guards.

…

Jinling.

The 800-mile express from Yanguan has arrived here.

When the news came out that Beidi troops were approaching Yan Pass, the whole capital was suddenly panicked.

"Father, my son said at the beginning that King Yan's capture of Kutu was not only useless, but also guilty. Now he has indeed angered the Beidi people."

In the court hall, the sixth prince Zhao Fang spoke harshly.

King Yan of Dayou is the state that greatly praises the first scourge.

"It's nonsense. Beidi is very ambitious. After embezzling Ningjin Dusi, it intends to go south. What does it have to do with King Yan's capture of Kutu? Dasong and Beidi will have this battle sooner or later." The eldest prince scolded angrily.

His mother had already told her about Concubine Mi.

In his heart, he regarded King Yan as one of his own, so he naturally defended him.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Zhao Heng had a faint look of worry in his eyes.

He didn't expect that a Kutu would cause such a thing.

If Mule Hongzhen is really angered, Beidi will attack with all his strength.

It is difficult to say whether Mo Zhai can hold Yan Pass.

If the Yanguan Forbidden Army is completely wiped out, even if the powerful army drives Beidi back, the royal family will no longer have a decent army to restrain the powerful people.

"A bunch of rats, have you forgotten the hundreds of thousands of dead souls in Ningjindusi? Beidi is a jackal. He has long had the ambition to devour Dasong. Sooner or later, there will be a battle. Since he has troops approaching Yan Pass, why not kill him Come to Kutu and show off my military power." An old man with pale beard and hair shouted loudly.

After he finished speaking, eight generals immediately came out and said, "Your Majesty, we are willing to fight Beidi."

"Old General Yang, what kind of battle can you fight? Do you still want to suffer a disastrous defeat at Ningjin Dusi? By then, the country will have no country." A civil servant almost cried.

"Coward!"

"This is for the benefit of the people of the world."

"Those soldiers who died died with their eyes wide open."

"..."

In the court, ministers and generals with different political views quarreled in a mess.

Zhao Heng rubbed his brows painfully.

He looked at Dou Wei, who had never spoken, and said, "What do you think, Prime Minister?"

"In the battle of Ningjin Dusi, our Dasong has not yet recovered its vitality. I think we should not start a war lightly."

"I second the motion." A purple-robed official stepped out. He was the Minister of War, Han Zheng.

Another purple-robed official also stood up at this time, "I second the motion."

He was the Minister of Revenue, Xie Duan, the uncle of the emperor.

"I second the motion." A general stepped out. It was the general Xiao Cheng who guarded the country.

"I second the motion." The Minister of Rites Fan Xinglun said loudly.

"I second the motion." The Minister of War Wang Zian stood up.

"..."

Seeing this, Zhao Heng had already made up his mind.

Most of the eight powerful families did not agree to use troops.

The Liang and Ma families did not agree, but they did not oppose.

Those who advocated war fiercely were the generals and officials who had experienced that war.

"In this case, immediately send Kutu and the other two to Yanguan." Zhao Heng said loudly.

In his heart, he did not want to fight like the powerful families.

He did not have enough confidence to defeat the Beidi people.

Instead of doing this, it is better to hand over Kutu and continue the peace and prosperity of Dasong.

...

Tianlao.

When the jailer opened the prison door, Kutu was nervous.

But when he saw an official coming with a smile and the jailer behind him holding brand new clothes, he suddenly exhaled.

"What do you want to do?" Chaerha asked with his eyes wide open.

The official was not angry, but respectful, "King Kutu, you can go back to the grassland."

Kutu was shocked, and he said excitedly: "What did you say?"

"You can return to the grassland, and the imperial guards will escort you to Yanguan." The official repeated.

After confirming the news, Kutu looked at Charha and Tam, and the three of them smiled.

"Why?" Kutu's long-lasting dejection disappeared.

The official did not directly say that the Northern Di army was at the gates of the city, but said: "This is the request of your Khan. The emperor is kind and cannot bear to destroy the friendship between Dasong and Northern Di, so he lets you go back."

"Khan..." Kutu said, his face full of shame.

Then his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said to Charha and Tam: "Change your clothes, we are going back to the grassland to apologize to the Khan."

Charha and Tam nodded.

After putting on their clothes, the three of them pushed the soldiers away and walked out of the prison.

Three horses were already prepared outside the prison.

Hundreds of Dasong imperial guards were waiting nearby.

The three of them got on their horses and followed the imperial guards into the streets of Jinling City.

"My king, look." Charha pointed to the beautiful woman buying rouge on the roadside, with primitive ambitions in his eyes.

Kutu had been to Jinling ten years ago, so he was not unfamiliar with this place.

But compared to ten years ago, this place seems to be more prosperous.

"That's why I have been advising the Khan to go south. If we seize the kingdom of Dasong, every Beidi person can sleep on a bed paved with silver." Kutu said.

"By then, I want a hundred Dasong women to give birth to my children, hahaha." Chaerha laughed.

Tam said: "You are so capable. If it were me, I would ask the Khan to divide people into four classes. The Beidi people are the first class, the people of other tribes on the grassland are the second class, and the vassal states like Goryeo are the third class. The people of Dasong are the lowest fourth class, and they will be our slaves for generations."

"Hahaha..." Kutu laughed.

They talked about these unscrupulously, ignoring the imperial guards around them.

Some imperial guards clenched their fists and felt deeply ashamed.

But this is the emperor's order, and they cannot disobey.

"Is that Kutu?" On the third floor of a restaurant facing the street.

Nine young men in gorgeous clothes sat by the window.

At this time, they looked at the team passing by, and a young man in a white robe asked.

"Yes, it's him. If he goes back, a war will be avoided." The young man in a blue robe said.

"You Yuan family must be scared to death." The young man in a black robe opposite the young man in blue said sarcastically.

The officials dispersed, and the news of returning Kutu spread all over Jinling like the wind.

People in the imperial city are naturally sensitive to politics.

What's more, the identities of these nine people are extremely respected.

According to the folk sarcasm, they are not princes, but better than princes.

"Nonsense, my Yuan family has never been afraid of anyone in Yanzhou. In the court, which of you advocates war again?"

The person ridiculed by the young man in black robe was not someone else, but Yuan Li's eldest son Yuan Ce.

He has been studying in the Imperial College. He said he was studying, but in fact he was just messing around.

After staying for three years and passing the palace examination, he can enter the court as an official.

When he finished speaking, the originally lively building suddenly became quiet.

A woman's gentle voice sounded faintly, "The King of Yan led his troops to fight bloody battles and finally captured Kutu, which made the Great Song powerful. If he knew that Kutu had returned to the grassland, he would be so sad. In comparison, there is no man in Jinling City."

The nine people were embarrassed when they heard this.

But surprisingly, they dared not say a word.

This is the Princess Changle, who is famous in Jinling and is loved by everyone.