"Master, have you ever missed the prince?"

Li Minghui's words were like summer thunder, which surprised Li Laiheng.

"Crown Prince? You mean Prince Zhu of the Ming Dynasty!"

Even without asking, I know who he is talking about, who else can he be except the prince of the Zhu family?

You can't go to Dorgon's son.

"Yes, it's the prince of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty!"

Li Minghui nodded.

"Actually, even if the king wants to reconcile with the Ming Dynasty, he still has to pass the prince Zhu. After all, the king will not accept the orders of the outside king. Since the king can go to find Prince Zhu, why can't the prince?"

Why can't the prince?

With a slightly raised brow, Li Laiheng certainly knew what his words meant, and was to bypass the king and surrender to Prince Zhu.

Surrender to Prince Zhu!

It seems that it is not impossible.

"Now the prince of the Zhu family is working on people. The king wants to help the prince destroy Turkey and get his appreciation. The king can do this, and the prince can do it naturally. Moreover, the prince is the commander of the army. If the prince can surrender to the prince, the prince will definitely not refuse, let alone..."

Li Minghui lowered his voice and said again.

"Do you remember the Prime Minister said that the Ming Dynasty may be able to accept a Tang Kingdom, but it will never accept a powerful Tang Kingdom. If our Tang Kingdom wins Baghdad, Mosul and other places in this battle, the Ming Kingdom will inevitably threaten the Tang Dynasty. Even if the Ming Dynasty temporarily accepts the Tang Dynasty, it will definitely seek opportunities to attack the Tang Dynasty in the future. But should the Duke bring Baghdad to the crown prince?"

After a moment of silence, Li Laiheng said.

"In fact, the Prime Minister once told me that if it doesn't work, if it turns out to the Tang Dynasty and hides under the Ming Dynasty, it will not only save my own and my subordinates' lives, but also benefit from the Tang Dynasty without any harm..."

There are some things that can be seen clearly by outsiders and parties involved, but Li Laiheng always feels a little uncomfortable. He stares at Baghdad, and after a moment, he said.

"But in this way, what's the difference between me and traitors? After all, the king is my adoptive father!"

"Mr., I want to repay my kindness, but where will I place my soldiers? My husband is not safe, but I am afraid that countless people will die and die in the family!"

This is always the case with power struggles. Not only does one person have to die! Sometimes you have to die all of them!

"Why……"

Sighing a long time, Li Laiheng said.

"The envoy sent by the king has already set off. Since I want to chase him, I am afraid I will not be anxious." The prince's concern was just a heart-warming thing. Li Minghui said hurriedly.

"No matter how fast the sea route is, it cannot withstand the short land distance. If you rush from Baghdad to Sinai, it will only take ten days at most!"

"That's the past. There was no war in the past. Business roads were connected. Now, if you think about it, it's probably not that simple!"

"Use silver."

Li Minghui said in a relaxed tone, he was talking about a well-known common sense.

"Whether the Ottomans or Tianfang people, as long as we spend money, we can definitely buy a way out. If it really doesn't work, let's go to the desert. In the desert, that's not the world of the Ottomans!"

There was the Bedouin world. Not to mention now, even hundreds of years later, until the First World War, the Ottomans still failed to control the desert, and even the famous local tyrants in later generations rose to the desert tribe.

"Um……"

After a moment of silence, Li Laiheng said,

"Zi Du, in your opinion, who should I let go there?"

...

The crisp and pleasant sound of copper ringtones echoed from far to near in the vast sand sea. A camel caravan was moving towards the west in the desert. There were a large number of camel caravans, but there were many camels. There were four or five hundred cyclists of camel caravans leading the team to the long side and slowly heading towards the west.

"Tell me hurry up later! Everyone speed up, the general translation said, there will be an oasis ahead soon. Let's go to the oasis and have a good rest!"

Li Wenjin, who was riding on a camel, wrapped in a white Bedouin robe and wrapped in a white turban, narrowed her eyes and looked up at the sky. The scorching sun was still hanging high in the sky. It was still early to leave and set! After licking his dry and cracked lips, he subconsciously reached out to touch the water bag next to the camel saddle. The water bag is now very light, and only half of the water is left at most. In the desert, at least half of the water left in the water bag. After all, no one knows what might happen next.

Even the Prince of Jin, Li Wenjin is familiar with whether he is riding a horse or a camel. However, the taste is really not good. Besides, he has just returned from the Ming Dynasty for more than a year and has been accustomed to the prosperity of Qinhuai, so it is still difficult to adapt to such a life for a while.

However, even if he could not adapt to the kind of sleeping in the open, Li Wenjin had no other choice. He had to meet the prince first before the envoy of the king. Only in this way could his father and his brothers and sisters have their lives to be preserved.

In order to meet the prince before them, Li Wenjin and the others chose to travel from the desert to Sinai.

In many cases, silver is indeed unfavorable.

This is a universal truth. Perhaps in the New World and among the barbaric tribes of Black Africa, silver is difficult to play. But in the Old World, or in Eurasia, silver is indeed invincible.

After using the money, even those so-called "descendants of the prophets" still only recognize the money and actively act as a guide for them.

It has been eight days since I left Baghdad, and I have walked more than a thousand miles in the desert and Gobi. Now Li Wenjin has a chaotic hair and beard, and her hair is dirty. You can still see a hint of handsome and elegant appearance of Mr. Li on the Qinhuai River back then. Even her once white face has become rough like a loofah skin under the wind, sand and scorching sun in Mesopotamia.

The dirty Tianfang robe emitted a smell of sweat. The conditions in the desert were very difficult, so there were no conditions for him to clean himself up and wipe his body with sand. It was considered a bath. But according to the guide, it was still hundreds of miles away from their destination.

"It would be great if I was in the Ming Dynasty!"

Li Wenjin sighed secretly, but unfortunately this place was not the Ming Dynasty, otherwise there would be a train. The journey of more than a thousand miles was only a day. Then there would be no road like now. There would be either a desert or a Gobi along the way. In this place where birds do not shit, they rode camels all day, looking at the yellow sand and smelling the smell of camels.

If it weren't for the future of my father and the whole family, he wouldn't have come to such a bird place no matter what. This kind of road would be too unattended for humans.

Licking the cracked lips and looking at the endless sand dunes around him, Li Wenjin pinned the camel and leaned over to ask the guide beside him:

"Muhan is not there, how many miles are we still from the oasis you mentioned?"

Muhan didn't listen to his master's words, so he quickly raised his head, rode a camel to the dune, looked at it, and rushed down, saying in his crappy official words:

"It's soon, it's soon... Prophet bless you, just walk for a while and you'll reach Gurayat. Although it's not big, we can not only have a good sleep but also take a shower when we get there."

There are many people named Muhan Wude among the Tianfang people. Among Li Wenjin's camel caravan, there are more than 30 people named Muhan Wude among the camel caravan, but about one-third of them are called Muhan Wude, but the real "saints" are... none, and those people are all wrapped in green turbans.

These guides said they were Tianfang people, but in fact they were all Bedouin people in the desert. They had no loyalty to the Ottoman Empire. Whether in the eyes of the Turks or Tianfang people, these Bedouin people were equivalent to robbers.

This is why they were willing to serve as guides for Li Wenjin and his party. Of course, the most important thing is that Li Wenjin offered them a price that they could not refuse. In addition to a batch of cotton, silk, and porcelain worth more than 5,000 taels, there were also 1,000 horses purchased from their tribe every year. The Bedouin people had the best horses in the whole world, and the horses were the only thing they could exchange for the supplies they needed for their lives.

After all, in the desert... except sand, everything else is nothing.

Sell ​​1,000 horses!

It is a huge fortune for any tribe, and for the chief, it means that he can enjoy various luxury goods. Because of this, Li Wenjin is not worried about their betrayal.

However, even so, Li Wenjin warned them that if something happened to them, then Muhan would not be sent to their "prophet" to communicate with his tribe, men, women, young and old...

The sword of the Tang Dynasty was very fast.

Li Wenjin naturally yearned for taking a bath and rest, but he didn't believe anything about Muhan. He would repeat similar words several times a day. When he first heard him say this, he thought it was true, but now... he only knows whether what he said is true or not.

Muhan Wude just kept saying it was soon. Where is it almost?

Li Wenjin became a little depressed. If it weren't for the fact that the tribe where this guy was located was controlling his life here, Li Wenjin really doubted whether he was deliberately delaying time.

"Muhan is not there...I asked how long will it take to go to wherever you have to go? Don't say anything to me, how many times have you said this? I want to know the specific time to go there!"

"This..." Muhan's eyes were circulating in his eyes.

“Soon, very soon…”

Only when a person is guilty will this happen. When Li Wenjin sees his expression, he knows that this guy has not told the truth.

Inadvertently, his hand was placed on the pistol grip. The reason for this was that none of these people was truly reliable.

It is not surprising that Li Wenjin has this idea about himself. The people of Tianfang believe in the Green Sect, while the Ottoman Turks also believe in the Green Sect.

According to them, they and the Turks belong to their own people and are their own brothers, but what about the Tang people?

What I did in Persia offended many people from Tianfang, and the Green Sects also hated them very much. If this kid colludes with those people, then he would just fall into the trap.

Just as Li Wenjin was thinking, Li Minghui, who was riding a camel beside him, said with a smile.

"Young Master, the hatred between these people and the Turks is greater than ours."

Li Minghui said casually.

"Don't worry! He will take us safely to the place."

Muhan had no choice but to speak.

"Sir... I haven't walked this path for more than ten years, but please don't worry, sir, we will never go wrong. I can guarantee this, sir, sir, sir, sir. We will definitely be able to go to Suez at most ten days."

After hearing his promise, Li Wenjin breathed a sigh of relief. On the one hand, he had to guard against these people in Tianfang, and on the other hand, he had to hurry up and arrived in Suez before the envoy sent by the king. He had to meet the prince before them.

I hope everything is too late.

Li Wenjin looked up at the endless desert and thought silently in her heart.

At this moment, a cavalry in front ran down quickly on a camel. Li Wenjin didn't know what happened, and the cavalry had rushed in front, and the one who came over was serving as the scout in front.

He strangled the camel and said loudly.

"Young Master, a camel caravan was found about ten miles away in front of you. They were approaching here. I have sent someone to reconnaissance!"

“…How many people are there? Could it be Turkish?”

"About a hundred people, as for which aspect they are, I can't tell them clearly now!"

Li Wenjin's brows frowned. Those who were rushing in the desert were either Turkish cavalry or robbers. These nomadic tribes in the desert were said to be ordinary people, but in fact they were robbers.

To put it bluntly, the hatred between them and the Turks was caused by their robbery and villages.

What should I do if I meet them here now?
To be continued...