Chapter 87 The crown prince's bet, the hatred of the elders and nobles
Chapter 87 The Bet on the Crown Princeship, the Hatred of the Elders and Nobles (fourth update, please subscribe)
As Prince Modo and Mo Chuo started to compete with each other.
In the main hall, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely strange. All the courtiers looked at each other secretly, and even the air seemed to be stagnant.
Watching the atmosphere become more and more solemn.
Mo Chu suddenly laughed loudly and said: "Brother, since you are so sure that my younger brother is incompetent, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"bet?"
Staring and sipping silently, Prince Modo suddenly smelled a hint of conspiracy.
Silently not giving Prince Modo any time to think, he sneered: "What? Brother is so scared?"
"Afraid? Am I afraid of you?"
"What a joke! I am the eldest brother of the prince. Since ancient times, how can the elder brother be afraid of the younger brother?"
Modo is riding a tiger and cannot get off, so it has no choice but to continue to fight hard to the end.
"Okay, brother, please be happy. If you want to make a bet, let's bet the big one. If I can get rid of Zhang Jiao for my father this time and eliminate the Yellow Turban, a serious problem, how about I give up my position as the crown prince?"
The next moment, Mo Chuo stared at Prince Modo with an expression of success, his pupils full of amusement.
He was not afraid that Prince Modo would not agree. From the beginning, he had already made a plan.
This round is a conspiracy.
As long as he can get rid of the Yellow Turbans and kill Zhang Jiao, then regardless of whether Prince Modo agrees to this bet or not, basically, the crown prince will be far away from Prince Modo.
And looking at the entire southern court of the Huns, once Prince Modo fell, who else was qualified to succeed the crown prince besides him?
"Presumptuous! The position of prince is the foundation of a country, how can it be used for gambling?"
Prince Modo also reacted quickly and immediately took off his big hat.
Trying to block Mo Sip's mouth.
Unexpectedly, the Great Khan of the Huns suddenly said: "Since Mo Chu is so confident, I will agree to this bet on Modo's behalf."
"Mo Chu, if you can get rid of Zhang Jiao for me and wipe out the Yellow Turban, which is a serious problem in my heart, what if I give you the position of prince?"
"Modo, the position of prince has always been occupied by capable people, what do you think?"
hiss!
As soon as the Xiongnu Great Khan said this, Prince Modo was truly caught off guard.
He took a breath of cold air and said with a helpless expression: "Father Khan makes the decision in everything, and I don't dare to have any opinions."
After the last battle in the Sanhe Plains, his vitality had long been severely damaged, and now he was gradually showing signs of decline. How could he dare to argue with the Xiongnu Khan?
"Thank you very much, Father."
Mo Chui looked excited and accepted the order happily.
The Great Khan of the Huns examined Mo Chui and said, "Mo Chui, let's get down to business. Now, you should also show me what your trump card is, right?"
If Mo Chui comes up with a trump card that is enough to convince the Hun Khan.
Everything I just said will be a castle in the air, and it is impossible for the Great Khan of the Huns to leave the important task of wiping out the Yellow Turbans to Mo Chu.
"Father, have you ever heard of Huanxi Temple?"
Mo Chui bowed slightly and asked tentatively.
"Huanxi Temple, could it be the Huanxi Sect of the past?"
Before the Xiongnu could break out in sweat, Mu Sang immediately looked stern.
A pair of icy eyes looked directly at Mochui and shouted coldly: "Your Highness Mochui, have you forgotten why I, the Xiongnu Nanting, was born?"
After hearing Mu Sang's words, almost everyone in the entire hall turned their eyes to Mo Chui.
They were all waiting for Mo Chu's explanation.
Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!
A drop of cold sweat flowed across his face. Mochu had never suffered such terrible pressure. Under these staring eyes, Mochu felt that life was worse than death.
It's so uncomfortable.
"Don't get me wrong, Huanxi Temple is just an outgrowth of the Huanxi Cult back then, and is not the Huanxi Cult itself."
He quickly waved his hand to clarify.
He knew exactly why everyone reacted like this.
As we all know, hundreds of thousands of years ago, before the Xiongnu Nanting was born, there was a dynasty on this land that was more powerful than the Xiongnu Nanting, called the Xiongnu Royal Court!
The last Great Khan of the Xiongnu royal court was particularly fond of a woman from the Huanxi Cult. He was addicted to beauty and could not extricate himself, and gradually abandoned the government.
The Huanxi Cult continued to grow in size, and in a short period of time, they plunged the entire Xiongnu royal court into an atmosphere of obscenity and evil.
The court and the army were gradually corrupted by the Huanxi Cult.
In the end, the elders and nobles of the Xiongnu Royal Court could not bear to see the entire Xiongnu Royal Court being corroded and destroyed by the Huanxi Cult, and decided to launch a war to exterminate the religion.
This battle lasted for tens of thousands of years. In the end, the Huanxi Sect was destroyed and the Huns' royal court was also destroyed.
After the demise of the Xiongnu royal court, for tens of thousands of years, this land was still divided into pieces and was often invaded by the surrounding dynasties.
It was not until later that a stunning eagle appeared among the remaining elders and nobles, who unified the land and established the South Court of the Huns.
After suffering from the chaos of the Huanxi Cult, the wealth of this land has long been exhausted. This has also led to the fact that Xiongnu Nanting has been ranked at the bottom of other countries since the founding of the country, and has not been able to rise.
Every time they think about this period of history, these elders and nobles feel an unbearable pain in their hearts.
"Hmph, Your Highness, you'd better explain it clearly, otherwise..."
Mu Sang's voice became colder and colder.
Many of the senators and nobles, even those who supported Mo Chu, had a lot of bad looks on their faces.
Those who were enemies of the Huanxi Cult back then were almost all the ancestors of the senators and nobles present.
Under the ancestral teachings, they have an unforgettable hatred towards the Huanxi Sect.
"Happy Teaching!"
While mumbling to himself, the Hun Khan's reaction was not that intense.
For him, if there had not been the disaster of the Huanxi Cult, the Southern Court of the Huns would not have been possible, and he would not have had the opportunity to assume the position of Great Khan.
In a sense, he seems to have to thank the Huanxi Cult.
"Everyone, please listen to my explanation."
"This is why the Xiongnu came to Nanting. Naturally, I dare not forget it."
"I will definitely not let the Xiongnu Nanting make the same mistake again."
"As far as I know, Huanxi Temple was born out of Huanxi Cult, but they don't have as big ambitions as Huanxi Cult."
"They just want to pass it on safely."
"This time, the reason why I was able to find them was just a coincidence..."
Mo Chu was really frightened.
He also did not expect that after so many years, many elders and nobles would still be so sensitive when the Huanxi Cult was mentioned again.
After calming down, in order to completely clear up the doubts, I had to at least take it out myself. Silently, I explained in detail the process of how I found Huanxi Temple.
"According to what His Highness Mochui said, Huanxi Temple has been passed down silently in the depths of Hehuan Mountain over the years. The number of disciples is only less than a hundred, but it does not seem to be ambitious."
With a slightly raised forehead, Mu Sang's expression was much calmer than before.
According to Mo Chu's explanation, he found Huanxi Temple by chance because he was searching for medicine in Hehuan Mountain.
In other words, Huanxi Temple did not take the initiative to find Mochu, so the possibility of Huanxi Temple deliberately planning to be born is greatly reduced.
Especially since Huanxi Temple currently has less than a hundred disciples, it is still within control.