A raging fire ignited in the herdsmen's residence, illuminating the surrounding area with a dazzling light.
The ground was covered with corpses, and blood seeped into the green and yellow soil.
"Who asked you to light a fire?!" Cui Bin strode past, shouting and cursing, "Have you searched him yet?! Where is King Yan?"
"Report to the general that the Tubo people have escaped."
"Follow me!"
Cui Bin frowned, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he didn't know whether it was because he was burned by the fire or because he was too nervous.
The war went smoothly, but the result was not as expected, and King Yan was not found.
This battle is not for the purpose of attacking the city, so what's the use of killing more people?
He just strode through the blood-soaked Tibetan camp, and finally arrived in front of a broken house. He saw several soldiers standing there, looking at a wooden talisman that fell on the ground.
"Report to the general, King Yan was imprisoned here and was taken away."
"Chase!" Cui Bin yelled, "Catch me back no matter what..."
~~
The sound of horse hooves filled the night sky.
"Let's go to the salt pond..."
Someone shouted in rapid Tubo language, and a group of cavalry hurriedly ran westward.
There were also people without horses who could only run on their legs and fell behind.
Suddenly there were two screams of pain.
However, the monk Gao, who claimed to have magical powers but had never used them before, finally regained consciousness. He cut off the rope in his hand, grabbed a single sword, and killed the Tubo man who was guarding him and Liu Anzhong.
Monk Gao was originally a knight-errant, and Liu Anzhong, although a scholar, was also skilled in both civil and military skills. The two of them took advantage of the Tubo people's panic and grabbed them with their swords...
Before Zhenjin could react, he turned around and was protected by Monk Gao.
Then there was a scuffle.
They originally wanted to flee to the east to meet the Yuan army who came to rescue them. However, there were too many Tibetans in the rear, so they had to flee to the north.
The Tibetan warriors with horses had already run far away, and those chasing them were mostly those without horses. The three of them ran as fast as they could, and finally opened some distance in the darkness.
In fact, except for Brother Zhao Ben, not many people in the Tubo tribe knew the identity of Zhenjin. They were in chaos and were too lazy to fight.
"Huh...huh..."
I don’t know how long I ran until I couldn’t even breathe. Zhenjin’s legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
"King Yan."
"Huh...huh...escaped...escaped..."
Looking up, I saw a waning moon hanging in the sky, reflecting a little bit of white snow on the top of the mountain in the distance.
The sky and the earth were quiet, and I don't know whether they fled far to the north or the Tibetans fled far to the west.
"Let's hide in the mountains over there."
Monk Gao was slightly injured, so he tore off his clothes and bandaged the wound, stood up, and together with Liu Anzhong helped Zhenjin hide in the darkness of the mountain col.
Sitting down on the slope, Zhen Jin was moved and said: "Thank you for your desperate efforts to save me. I will be very grateful when I go back."
"It is not a reward for His Highness," Liu Anzhong said, "I hope that one day His Highness will ascend the throne, practice Han law, and implement benevolent policies. Even if I die today, I will have no regrets."
What he said was a bit treasonous.
While he was speaking, he was still leaning there, not saluting, not looking at the real gold, but looking up at the sky, his eyes a little bright because of his longing.
His teacher was Xu Heng. His generation of northern scholars were carefully taught by Xu Heng's generation.
The exploration and hard work of the older generation finally found a way out of the troubled times where orthodoxy was lost, and the hope of a peaceful and prosperous age was poured into the King of Yan in front of him.
This is also Liu Anzhong's lifelong ambition.
"Me too." Monk Gao smiled and said, "I am just a careless monk. I get involved in temple affairs, not for gold and silver, but for spiritual practice."
"If you eat meat, drink wine and kill people, what kind of practice do you have?" Liu Anzhong asked.
"Create a peaceful and prosperous age."
"Ha." Liu Anzhong laughed, "I think you are a fake monk."
Zhenjin also pursed his lips and smiled.
Tonight, after experiencing a dangerous situation, he and his two courtiers let go of the rules between kings and ministers, sat on the floor, and chatted casually. He felt really good.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from behind.
The three of them were immediately extremely nervous.
But he saw a slender figure riding a horse under the moonlight. He stopped at the place where the high monk had bandaged the wound before, looked around, then got on his horse again and headed north.
The three of them were breathing a sigh of relief when they suddenly heard a horse neighing, and saw the man fall off his horse with a cry of surprise, and there was no more sound.
"It's that female official from the Tang Dynasty." Liu Anzhong whispered, "She may not be dead. I'll go and have a look. If she's not dead, I'll kill her."
Zhenjin was persuaded again, nodded, and said: "Then, if she is not dead, we will capture her alive."
Liu Anzhong then stood up and looked south again. Seeing that no one was following him, he stepped over.
The horse had already run far away and disappeared into the night. Only Yan Yunyun's slim figure still fell to the ground.
He couldn't help but feel pity.
It's not that I'm lustful, but I think it's too miserable for a woman to work so hard in troubled times.
Walking forward, leaning down, he stretched out his hand to lift her shoulders...
"puff."
A soft sound.
Liu Anzhong looked around and saw that the woman lying on the ground had opened her eyes and was looking at him coldly.
Those beautiful eyes were full of cruelty.
Instead, there was more pity in Liu Anzhong's eyes, the pity of a scholar for the world.
"puff."
Yan Yunyun had already pulled out the dagger and stabbed Liu Anzhong in the heart.
"puff."
Liu Anzhong's eyes full of pity have completely dimmed...
Yan Yunyun did not stand up, but held Liu Anzhong's shoulders with both hands and pushed his body up and down.
The blood flowed down from the wound she stabbed. It was still warm at first, but when it cooled down it became fishy and sticky, but she didn't care.
~~
"I gonna go see."
Monk Gao stood up and walked forward.
He squinted his eyes and gradually saw the figure in front of him.
I saw...Liu Anzhong was leaning over Yan Yunyun and moving.
"Amitabha."
Monk Gao clasped his hands together and sighed helplessly.
When I turned around, I saw Zhen Jin walking over.
"Your Highness doesn't need to come over." Monk Gao said, "I'll call him."
In the darkness, he didn't see Zhenjin's expression clearly and walked towards Liu Anzhong alone.
Thirty steps, twenty steps...
He suddenly stopped and became a little suspicious.
At this moment, in front of him, Yan Yunyun, who was under Liu Anzhong, suddenly jumped up and raised his hand.
Monk Gao stared and suddenly felt a lot of sand sprinkle into his eyes.
He quickly took two steps back and kicked Yan Yunyun away as he rushed forward.
"Witch! Go to hell!"
~~
When Zhenjin heard the shouting, he quickly ran over there and saw Monk Gao and Yan Yunyun fighting together.
Monk Gao held Yan Yunyun's hands with one hand and pressed her neck with the other, pinching her hard.
He was tall and tall, as if he were holding a small sparrow and trying to crush it to death.
For a moment, Zhenjin felt a little pity for the jade, but when he saw Liu Anzhong's body still lying there, he did not stop the monk Gao, but whispered a mantra in his mouth to save Liu Anzhong.
"Om bah ma da bah hum..."
Muttering something in his mouth, Zhenjin stood there with his eyes closed, as if he was really like Guanyin Bodhisattva.
He opened his eyes when he felt someone getting up in front of him.
Sure enough, there was a figure in his sight who pushed away another figure and came this way.
When Zhenjin opened his eyes again, he was shocked to see that the man was covered in blood...it turned out to be Yan Yunyun?!
This woman's body was so slender compared to Monk Gao, but the moment she pushed away the body and pounced on her, she was so fierce, like a she-wolf.
"puff."
Before Zhenjin could react, his right arm hurt, and Yan Yunyun stabbed him with a knife. Then he swung the dagger and put it on his neck.
"Don't move! Otherwise I'll kill you..."
~~
The sky is bright.
Under the Nahagai post, the Yuan army was chasing the Tubo tribe.
They haven't found the whereabouts of the real gold yet, but bad news is coming one after another.
"General! The Tang army has followed and has arrived at the bank of Qinghai Lake."
Cui Bin tightened the reins, the worry in his eyes getting stronger.
He didn't know what to do anymore, so he could only call Tan Ma and asked: "Has Marshal Dong replied to our letter?"
Today, he really needs Dong Wenbing's help.
That was a famous general whom even the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty called "Brother Dong". He once traveled through the most dangerous places on the Tubo Plateau.
I believe that Dong Wenbing will be able to come at the most critical moment to protect King Yan.
However, the messenger said: "Report to the general, no."
Cui Bin frowned even more.
He felt that he was very unlucky.
~~
"What are you looking at?"
Under an ancient tree on a barren mountain, real gold is tied there.
Yan Yunyun, on the other hand, was sitting by the rocks, looking into the distance silently.
"I'm watching how you abandoned Tubo."
"We haven't lost Tubo yet." Zhenjin looked very sincere and said, "I admire you very much. What do you want? I can give it to you."
"Win me over?"
"I'm not as vulgar and easy to kill as you imagined..."
Yan Yunyun turned around, looked at the real gold, and asked, "Do you know how you lost?"
"I have bad luck."
"Bad luck?" Yan Yunyun sneered, "If you plan to lead a large army into Tubo, just wait for Dong Wenbing to arrive. If you plan to rush to Sakya with a light carriage, don't make trouble. But you are sneaking with a small group of soldiers and horses, but you dare to attack me secretly?
There is no definite plan for the past and the future."
Zhenjin was silent for a moment and said, "I underestimated you."
"I don't know whether you are here to escort Ba Siba, or whether Ba Siba is escorting you. There was a sneak attack on Riyue Mountain, and the Yuan army lost Ba Siba to protect you. It can be seen that having you is worse than not having you."
"I am young and ill-informed, and I have just taken on important responsibilities. I did not do it properly."
"Then you abandoned the army and ran away, which is even more ridiculous." Yan Yunyun sneered and said: "In the final analysis, your so-called Golden Family are just bandits and have no righteousness. Naturally, they abandoned the Han army as soon as they encountered a powerful enemy and protected the country.
Your real gold is more precious than gold."
"You have underestimated the Golden Family. I am by no means a person without righteousness. I study Confucianism and Chinese law. I treat virtuous and virtuous people and hope to rule the world with benevolence and law."
"You have underestimated our Han family. Do we Han people only have Confucianism? We also have the power to be punished even if we are far away, and the tolerance to be inclusive."
Zhenjin shook his head and said: "Dayuan is more powerful, Dayuan is more tolerant. I sincerely tolerate the Han people, so I sincerely hope you can assist me."
It would be fine if he was just talking to protect himself, but those eyes were very sincere.
Looking at his eyes, Yan Yunyun said displeasedly: "Assist you? Are you worthy?"
"I am eager to learn and make progress, and I will not lose to Li Xia. Unless you are so shallow that you only look at my background and think I am not Han."
Perhaps it was because the real gold was so sincere that Yan Yunyun suddenly felt angry.
She was from a low-class background, and if she really wanted to scold someone, her words would always be harsh. Back then she was scolding Jia Sidao.
The mood this time is a little different.
"You dare to compete with my Majesty? He is brave, courageous, and responsible for the world. He wants to create a peaceful and prosperous age for the people of the world from the bottom of his heart. He is not afraid of hardships and dangers and is indomitable. No matter he is facing the threats of thousands of men or thousands of troops, he will always
They all stepped forward and boosted our morale. His will and his perseverance are the unyielding inheritance of our Han family."
Saying that, Yan Yunyun lowered his head and looked at the wounds on his body, and suddenly realized why he was so desperate. Li Xia was her king and her teacher.
"I can also be tenacious and unyielding." Zhenjin said seriously, with the stubbornness of a young man: "We are also human, what Li Xia can do..."
"No, you can't."
Yan Yunyun turned to look at Zhenjin and smiled, even more sarcastically.
"You are not real gold, you were sent by Kublai Khan to encrust gold. You are weak and indecisive, and your father who is afraid of you is written on your face and every move, like a child who has not grown up. You
You can’t even be independent, you know?”
She was too lazy to say anything to this enemy prince.
But if he insists on putting on a wise and benevolent attitude, she, a wicked woman, won't mind scolding him until he can't hold his head up.
"You say you want a peaceful and prosperous world, but it's just because you are the supporter of the northern scholars' vain ambitions. Even your ambitions are imposed on you by others, you idiot. But your weak shoulders cannot bear it, and your fragile will
I can't afford it. Look, your trip here is just a drag."
She stepped forward and pointed her finger at Zhenjin's face, and spoke word by word, as if she was trying to shatter his self-esteem.
"The fact that you are tied here by me is proof. You are a drag..."