No matter how many people are around or what kind of environment they are in, Wu Lanzhen's weight is always the focus of people's attention.
Not because she is the daughter of the Great Khan, nor because she is extremely beautiful, but because of her grace, which you will never forget once you see her.
After leaving the government office, she turned back and said goodbye to the Ming Dynasty official. Although her back was to the real Timur, her long black and straight hair could make his heart beat faster.
He didn't even dare to look directly at her back, but just glanced at her secretly. When she turned around, revealing her soft cheeks and delicate nose, his heart seemed to have stopped beating completely.
The two were not far apart, and his figure was reflected in her shiny black eyes in time.
The real Timur held his breath, then took a sharp breath, urged his horse forward, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a surprised expression on her face.
"She's nervous about me! She cares about me!" Timur's heart was beating harder and harder. He wanted to pretend that nothing happened, or even treat it as a chance encounter, or that he didn't see her first. In short, he couldn't do it.
Calm and calm.
The elegance and wisdom that the real Timur had always possessed all collapsed in front of her.
However, Wu Lanzhen did not smile at him, or even express a polite greeting.
He controlled his emotions, led the four companions of Long Xiang's army, and nodded to her.
To his disappointment, she turned her head away, her expression unchanged, but her beautiful big eyes looked in another direction.
The real Timur's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and his upright body sitting on the horse trembled violently, holding the reins tightly with both hands.
Zhang Yunlin and others couldn't help but sigh when they saw that the normally elegant and handsome prince suddenly became like a wild dog curled up in a corner.
"Beauty brings disaster." Wang Wenhan, who never dealt with the down-and-out prince, said a very fair thing at this time.
The real Timur did not appreciate his kindness, his eyes wandered everywhere. It seemed that everyone around him, including maids, guards, Ming officials, concierges, and even his companions, were laughing at him.
Laugh at his overestimation, his stupidity, and his infatuation.
People's eyes turned from Wu Lanzhen's body to the real Timur.
The Ming Dynasty official suddenly slapped his forehead, accused Wu Lanzhen, walked a few steps quickly, rushed to Zhang Yunlin's horse, and said cheerfully: "Xia Guan Shazhou Zhizhou Zhao Yuan. I welcome you sir!"
After speaking, he ordered to the followers around him: "Why don't you come to greet your lord?"
Wu Lanzhen took a few glances at Zhang Yunlin and saw that he was wearing the uniform of a military attache, made of miscellaneous embroidery, with a gold flower belt and a gold cap. He looked like a third-rank military attache.
The civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty were divided into court uniforms, public uniforms and regular uniforms, let alone ordinary people. Even some scholars in later generations would also confuse them.
Therefore, it is normal for ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty not to recognize the official uniforms. But who are Zhao Zhizhou and Wu Lanzhen? How can they not recognize them?
Looking more closely, except for a white foreigner, the other three Han people are all dressed in official uniforms, and their grades are no lower than fifth grade.
Zhao Zhizhou has sharp eyes. He actually found a Jin Yiwei waist badge on the waist of the person with the lowest official rank. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Although the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty met with military attachés, they were three levels higher than meeting military officers, but he was just a hard worker.
From the fifth rank, how can I dare to be so presumptuous in front of the senior officials of the third rank?
"I wonder what your lord is doing?" After Zhang Yunlin dismounted, Zhao Zhizhou looked at this young senior official with a smile on his face, who had some scary features.
Zhang Yunlin said in a deep voice: "This general is Zhang Yunlin, the commander of the Longxiang Army. I have come to stop the Turpan army from invading the border based on the Holy Spirit's oral instructions."
He was not lying at all, it was just that Zhu Shou asked him to go to Hami, but he changed it to Dunhuang, eight hundred miles away.
Zhao Yuan was a little hesitant. There were frequent wars in Dunhuang. He was the governor of the state purely because of the whim of a certain big shot in the court. He was sent to the city on a whim. In his first year in office, he experienced two horse bandits attacking the city. These few
Although he was wearing official uniform, he came alone, not even a group of personal guards.
A third-grade official without any personal soldiers or servants? Zhao Yuan suddenly felt that it was a bit tricky.
"May I ask which province this Longxiang Army was dispatched from?" Zhao Zhizhou caught a small loophole, because according to the military system of the Ming Dynasty, no army in any province had ever had such a nickname.
"Baoding Martial Arts Academy!" Zhang Yunlin replied coldly. He heard Zhao Zhizhou's suspicion, so he didn't bother to respond in an official tone and directly threw out his trump card.
"It turns out that he is a member of the Holy Army. I am disrespectful and disrespectful." Zhao Yuan cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Xiaguan and brother Zhai Nian have been apart in the capital for nearly two years. I wonder if his leg disease has improved?"
Zhang Yunlin frowned and asked casually: "When did Zhai Peng have any leg problems? There is something wrong with his squinty eyes."
Zhai Peng was originally his superior, but after the battle of Qianniu Village, their relationship was completely broken. If they were not both members of the imperial party, General Zhang would probably murder Governor Zhai with a knife.
Zhao Yuan no longer had any doubts and laughed loudly: "That guy Zhai Peng, his eyes are round, but when it comes to calculating people, they are really narrow. I am also a top three Jinshi in the Wuchen Department, from Zhu Fu Zhu Guogong
I have met General Zhang at my door."
Cheng Guogong Zhu Fu has long been Zhu Shou's best confidant, and his disciples are naturally of the Imperial Party. Seeing that he and General Zhang are from the same origin, Zhao Zhizhou's tone became more intimate and less official.
Polite.
Wu Lanzhen stepped forward, beaming with joy, and smiled at Zhang Yunlin: "The little girl is Wu Lanzhen from the Heihe tribe. She has met Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Yunlin didn't like her and didn't even return the courtesy, so he left Wulanzhen where he was, pulled the real Timur over, and introduced to Zhao Yuan: "This is the commander-in-chief of the Longxiang Army of my Ming Dynasty, Turpan
The little prince is really Timur, and he is also my general’s superior officer.”
When Zhao Yuan saw that this white foreigner was not an interpreter, but a second-rank court official, he couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, he asked: "Little prince of Turpan?"
A Turpan prince led the Ming army to fight against the Turpan army? Is the world crazy, or am I, Zhao Yuan, crazy? Zhao Zhizhou's mind was at a loss.
The real Timur smiled at the equally surprised Wu Lanzhen and asked in a low voice in Uighur language: "Long time no see, are you okay?"
He is knowledgeable, proficient in many languages in the Western Regions, and was born like a jade tree in the wind. He is a living and beautiful young master in troubled times. He usually enjoys entertainment, but unexpectedly fell into Wu Lanzhen's hands. It is a strange thing.
Wu Lanzhen quickly recovered from her surprise, and greeted the real Timur in accordance with the etiquette of the tribe. She just replied in Ming Dynasty Mandarin: "Thanks to the commander-in-chief for taking care of me, all men, women, and children of this tribe are deeply touched."
The kindness of Ming Dynasty."
She didn't call him a prince or his name, but called him his official position in the Ming Dynasty. In the heart of the real Timur, the distance between them suddenly became the ends of the earth.
"We..." The real Timur had countless words in his heart, but he couldn't say them out. He just stared at her blankly.
Zhao Yuan on the side felt a little bitter when he saw this situation. As a Jinshi, he had long been a master of love and a prodigal son before he was sent to Shazhou by Mr. Jiao Ge. The love between men and women, to him,
, it was just a passing cloud. Seeing the expressions of the man and woman, he naturally understood what was going on.
The important task Chengguo Bus gave him was to keep Wu Lanzhen in Shazhou and wait for the imperial decree to arrive. But in this situation, what could he do to keep this young lady?
Also, isn't Zhang Yunlin a close confidant of the emperor? Then this foreigner named Zhen Timur is naturally someone whom the emperor can trust. How could he make such a super mistake?
Damn it, you are trying to drive me, Old Zhao, to death!
"General Zhang, when you come to Shazhou, how many soldiers will you have? How many horses? How much rations will you need?" Zhao Yuan knew that the painful drama between foreign men and women would probably take a while to end, and the Commander-in-Chief could not count on it.
The only way to break the deadlock is to rely on everyone to direct things.
"There's not a single soldier left, not even a grain of rice," Zhang Yunlin smiled and looked at Zhao Zhizhou, "It's just me and five others who are here."
Zhao Yuan almost fainted back. His already fragile heart was hit again by Zhang Yunlin's words. What the hell is this bullshit? The commander of the Longxiang Army not only dared to steal the emperor's woman, but also dared to come to Benzhizhou.
Free food here!
"The lower official has no silver and no food in his hands. There are less than a thousand soldiers in the city of Shazhou. I am afraid that General Zhang will be disappointed." Zhao Zhizhou replied coldly. He did not dare to offend the superior official, nor did he want to offend fellow officials.
, but those who dare to flirt with the emperor’s women are in command? Then you can’t blame Lao Zhao for doing business.
However, Zhang Yunlin was not angry with him. Instead, he bowed his hand to Wu Lanzhen and said, "Long Xiangjun is willing to make an appointment with the Khan of the Heihe tribe. I wonder if the princess can introduce him on his behalf?"
The position of King Khan, who is broad-minded and universal, is extremely valuable. His official position is just one thousand households in the Ming Dynasty. Zhang Yunlin wanted to ask for something from the Heihe tribe, so he naturally wanted to go to Gaoli. Anyway, it didn't cost the court a penny.
The benefits are great, why not?
Wu Lanzhen smiled lightly and said: "The little girl is just a civilian girl under the Ming Dynasty. General Zhang is too polite. If the general wants to lend me the soldiers and horses of the Heihe Department to defend the Shazhou City for the Ming Dynasty, it is not my father's.
Khan doesn’t want to, but it’s true that a great plague broke out among the clan last month, and countless people died, so they are unable to come to serve the king.”
Zhang Yunlin sighed, stretched out his palm, raised five fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Fifty thousand taels! Real gold and silver, I will buy you five thousand people from the Heihe Department."
Wu Lanzhen shook her head: "It's not the little girl's excuse. This clan really can't afford it. If the general forces him hard, the little girl can only lead these hundreds of personal guards to defend the Shazhou City for the Ming Dynasty."
Dong Zhen felt his chest tightening as he listened, and yelled: "One hundred thousand taels! When I am in the capital, I can buy a red shopkeeper for only 500 taels. If it is an untrained pure shopkeeper, I still have to pay 50 taels for each one."
She is a beautiful woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou. I will give you two thousand delicate beauties in exchange for five thousand dirty men from the frontier. Will you, the Heihe Department, do such a cheap deal or not?"
Wu Lanzhen laughed dumbly, looked at Brother Dong, and asked: "My lord, I dare to ask you, where did you get one hundred thousand taels of silver?" (To be continued...)