After Ashinasi left the Ashina tribe, he changed directions many times in order to avoid being chased by the cavalry of other tribes, while Dixin followed closely behind him.
Therefore, the place where they last fought had already deviated from the original markings on the map.
Naturally, it is impossible to return the same way. On the way back, we have to pass through the original territory of the Ashina tribe. After the destruction of the Ashina tribe, the tribes that were besieged before were fighting for a larger territory. The ownership of the position of the Great Khan has long been
Overt and covert fighting began.
When Song Qianwei chased him there that day, Ashina tribe had already been destroyed. She saw all this with her own eyes and later told Di Xin.
At that time, the competition was not very intense, but after so many days of fermentation, Di Xin could guess that the competition now has become more and more intense.
Moreover, even if there is no fight, the coalition forces of various tribes will definitely not leave early in order to prevent the resurgence of the Ashina tribe.
Considering that Di Xin and Song Qianwei were two acquired martial arts cultivators, and one of them was injured, there would be no difference between returning the same way and dying.
Therefore, after the two of them chose a general direction, they bypassed the armies, scouts and people of each tribe. After seven or eight detours, although it took more time, it was still safe enough.
About ten days later, the two of them finally saw the city wall of Yanque Pass.
The journey was full of dust, and the two of them had long lost their original appearance. Their faces and bodies were stained with a lot of dust, and Song Qianwei's clothes could no longer be seen as night clothes a few days ago.
The closer he got to Yanque Pass, the more strange feeling Di Xin felt.
Finally, Di Xin got off his horse and grabbed a commoner who had just come out of the city and asked: "Brother, may I ask what is going on?"
He pointed at the city wall covered with white silk in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.
The vegetable seller carrying the empty load waved his hands without raising his head: "I don't know, I'm very busy, you ask others..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a big hand in front of him, with a small silver ingot in his hand.
The vegetable seller's eyes lit up. This silver ingot was equivalent to his monthly income, and all the vegetables had been sold out. What this man asked was just something that everyone in Yanque Pass knew.
After calmly accepting the silver ingot, he lowered his voice and said slightly flatteringly: "Master, you are not a native of Yanqueguan, are you?"
"That's right."
Di Xin nodded calmly and casually made up a reason: "My wife and I are from the capital. We went to visit outside the customs for a few days some time ago and we have just come back."
Song Qianwei, who was holding the horse, looked slightly moved, but did not refute.
"It turns out you are from the capital. I just noticed that you have an extraordinary temperament, and I was right."
The vegetable seller has been dealing with all kinds of people all year round, and has long learned to talk to people and talk to ghosts. After flattering him in a respectful tone that made it invisible, he asked curiously: "Sir, is it fun outside the customs?"
?I heard that people there eat directly with their hands."
Di Xin did not expose him and gave a wry smile: "You can see how my wife and I look now. It's not fun at all outside the customs. It's better for us to stay away from each other."
"That's why the barbarian land can't compare to my great distance. You and I..."
The vegetable seller looked proud.
Di Xin saw that he had not finished speaking, so he quickly interrupted his chattering, pointed to the white silk on the city wall again and asked: "Why are there so many white silks hanging on the city wall? What is the purpose? I remember that white silk is hung only when someone dies, right?"
"
The vegetable seller was still unfinished, but after all, the person in front of him was the benefactor who gave the money. After licking the corner of his mouth, he lowered his unconscious voice and said, "Yes, sir, you guessed it right, someone did die."
"And the person who died was a big shot."
Emperor Xin nodded. An ordinary person is indeed not qualified to have the entire Yanque Pass hung with white silk. Moreover, ordinary big shots are not qualified. As far as he knows, even if the commander-in-chief An Junshan dies, he will not be able to receive this treatment.
The owner of Yanque Pass, who is qualified to hang up white silk in mourning at Yanque Pass, is Di Xin himself, and...
Could it be that the old emperor in the capital couldn't hold on any longer?
Di Xin knew in his heart that it was not that he had any special feelings for the old emperor, but that if he came back late, once the battle for the throne in the capital came to an end, it would be difficult for him to seize the throne again.
If there is a new emperor, he will be rebelling if he leads his troops back, and the whole of Dali will become his resistance.
"Is it the one from the capital..."
"Shh..."
The vegetable seller put his index finger upright in front of his mouth, making a silent gesture: "Keep your voice down, don't let others hear."
"Don't say I told you when you go out."
After looking around, the vegetable seller confirmed that no one else was paying attention, then he approached Di Xin and whispered in a lower voice: "Master, you are right, something happened to the one in the capital.
No, we can’t have such a big battle.”
Sure enough, I came back late.
Di Xin's face changed slightly. Although he very much hoped that the battle for the throne was not over yet, he also knew in his heart that in order to prevent Dali from falling into chaos, the old emperor would definitely leave an edict before Bintian and pass on the throne.
And this person cannot be Di Xin who is far away in the border area.
Because even if the throne is passed to him, the princes and princes in the capital will have plenty of time to tamper with the imperial edict. The old emperor also knows this, so it is impossible to do so.
"Oh, what a pity..."
Di Xin sighed inaudibly, but because of the close distance, the vegetable vendor still heard it.
"Who says it isn't?"
He also sighed and said with regret: "No one thought that the person in the capital said it was gone, but the news coming from the government will not be false."
As he said that, he also pointed to the white silk on the city wall: "It's not just these white silks. After entering Yanque Pass, you can see that in the streets and alleys, almost every door of the house is hung with white silk.
Silk or white cloth."
The emperor ascended to heaven, and the world was in peace.
Di Xin nodded, this is the treatment that an emperor deserves when he dies. Although he is no longer the emperor of the Great Shang, if he dies, the Great Shang who controls the entire prehistoric world will do the same. Although the scale is different, the regulations are the same.
Although the probability of this happening is very small.
At this time, Di Xin no longer had the patience to talk to the vegetable seller. He now urgently needed to go back to confirm who the new emperor was, and then consolidate his power on the border and prepare a good response.
However, the vegetable seller got into a conversation and started chattering again.
Di Xin was about to interrupt and find a reason to end the conversation, but his attention was attracted by the vegetable seller's next words.