After an hour's rest, the team was ready to set off again. General Li Yan took out his mount, ordered his men to get on their horses, and urged the Nuli officials to wait for the car. Suddenly, he felt a spicy smell coming, causing him to sneeze loudly and open his eyes.
When he opened his eyes and looked again, he saw that Song Yang had just passed by him and was hurriedly boarding the carriage.
General Yan, surnamed Li, rubbed his nose and didn't think anything was wrong. He muttered "evil", got on his horse and gave the order loudly, and the convoy set off again.
Three hours later, while on the road in a hurry, General Li surnamed Yan suddenly fell off his mount and could not get up again. The team was in chaos. Yan soldiers immediately stepped forward to rescue him, but found that his general's face was black and blue, and his heartbeat and pulse were missing.
, the body temperature also dissipated quickly, and soon became cold.
Just like that, without any warning, this man died suddenly... Only Song Yang knew that General Yan was not dead yet. He was just Xinliang, faking his death.
The medicine Song Yang gave was the new medicine before it was improved by Dr. You. It was just like the strange medicine that the right-sided baby was given eighteen years ago. If no one rescued him, he would never be able to recover on his own. General Yan is still alive and sane.
Now, he knew everything that was happening around him, but he couldn't say that he couldn't move. He could only watch others treat him as a corpse and bury him in a tomb.
Death of thirst, starvation, or suffocation? Song Yang didn't know, and he didn't care. For Song Yang, it was enough as long as General Yan knew that he was going to die and waited for his own death.
The tragic misfortune of Imperial Physician You made him determined to take revenge, but he couldn't help but anger these soldiers of the Yan Kingdom. Song Yang never felt that he was a good person.
Along the way, Yan Guobing will take over the task of 'escorting' the Nanli mission. Song Yang has been resisting the urge to poison everyone all the time. He finally resisted, but some people took the initiative to seek death... This is just what Song Yang wanted.
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If the 'cause of death' could not be found, it could only be regarded as a sudden death due to a hidden disease. The Nanli envoy continued his journey, traveling hard day and night, and was exhausted by the dust. Finally, on the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival and the fourth night of May, he arrived at the Imperial Capital of Dayan.
City. But what made Mr. Hu frown was that the originally scheduled Dragon Boat Festival first-class competition was postponed. The excuse given by Yan Guo was extremely perfunctory: My emperor's dragon body is slightly ill, and the first-class competition has been postponed for two days.
The change from the fifth day of May to the seventh day of May was dissatisfied with the envoys from various countries. Waiting for two days is not a big deal, but this first-class competition is a state matter. How can it be treated as a child's joke? But Song Yang found it funny...
The seventh day of the fifth lunar month was his birthday, the day when the demon star came into the world. Don't you think it was too auspicious for the Emperor of Yan to hold the competition?
When the envoy from Nanli came to visit, Jingtai did not show any expression, and did not even send a greeting. Only officials from the Ministry of Rites came to the post house, which was purely an official matter to replace official documents.
The envoys from the other three powerful countries all arrived early, and they ignored the arrival of the Nanli people. No visitors came to the door.
The post house was deserted, and there was no grand atmosphere for the visit of envoys from any country. The splendid scene was probably worse than that of a caravan traveling to stay in a distant place.
The most unhappy one among the strange men was of course Ayi Guo. He cursed in Nanyi dialect and Er Sha was enthusiastic and patiently tried to persuade him from the side. However, there were only six words to say: Don’t be angry, calm down... Shi Xiaoxiao came from the side.
He smiled and said: "In the final analysis, Nanli is still weak, and other families are too lazy to even do hypocritical social activities."
Song Yang's ointment was effective. The appearance that was ruined on the outskirts of Hongcheng has now fully recovered. Although the scars have not been completely eliminated, they are getting lighter and will disappear completely in time. Shi Xiaoxiao's 'beauty' has been restored.
Most of the time, the smile was very charming.
Ayiguo walked up to me with a smile: "It's your child's advice, it's heart-warming."
Shi Xiaoxiao laughed: "What did I try to persuade you?"
Mr. Hu then interjected: "It's okay to look down on me now. We'll wait until the seventh day of the fifth lunar month for all the Yan palaces to show off their skills and demonstrate our Nanli national prestige! By then, we'll see who will still be arrogant." As he said this, the old man bowed his head and said, "National prestige is the key to our country's prestige."
To all you wonderful people, I would like to thank you all in advance."
Not all of the ten strange men were as generous as Aiguo. Most of them stood up and returned the courtesy, saying a few generous words along the way. In the middle of the chaos, a small official from Nanli came in and reported: "The Uighur envoy asks for an audience..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of loud laughter and footsteps outside the door, and a group of Uighur men strode in.
There were seven or eight people in the group, all of them strong and strong, holding scimitars across their shoulders. They were all obviously brave men. There were also 300 guards stationed in Nanli Posthouse who had followed them all the way from Phoenix City. They had a heavy responsibility.
, responsible for protecting the safety of the envoys and the strangers, the leader of the Forbidden Army frowned and greeted them. This group of Uighurs had no rules at all, and they did not take off their scimitars when they entered the door.
Mr. Hu, on the other hand, was very calm. He waved his hand and dismissed the guard general. He nodded to the Uighur at the head. Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly became enlightened and he couldn't help but let out a 'huh' sound.
The Uighur leader is dressed in luxurious clothes, with flashing accessories. His curly yellow beard is bound by three small gold hoops. The scabbard of the scimitar at his waist is lined with jewels and stones, which is dazzlingly tacky and dazzlingly rich. And his appearance...
...Although he had changed his attire and had a completely new look, his facial features were clearly that of the Uighur slave he met in the Red City more than a month ago.
Mr. Hu was a little confused for a moment. If he was really a person, this would be too unbelievable. During the time when Prime Minister Zuo was stunned, the Uighur leader also searched among the Nanli Qishi. Finally, he found Song Yang: "I
After being poisoned by Xiao Xiao, I lost my mind. I woke up and got some advice. I was happy to hear that a young man in the Nanli Mission was young and focused on kindness. He abandoned his dignity and only relied on kindness. He helped me in the shabby market and returned me to freedom.
..." His tone was suspicious because the Chinese language was jerky and literate. What was especially terrible was that the wording was awkward. There was no ancient charm at all, only nondescript. Song Yang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and smiled and said: "It's me, it's me, you say
That one is me."
The Uighur looked overjoyed, took out a document from his arms and showed it to Song Yang: "You placed it in my arms at that time, but this is the evidence?"
What he took out was the original selling contract. Song Yang nodded. Before he could speak, the Uighur laughed loudly: "Your favor..."
Song Yang felt uncomfortable all over from his two hundred and fifty words. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I am not very talented and have little knowledge, so I can't quite understand your rhetoric."
"Did you give me this deed? Look carefully, let's not get the wrong person." The tone is still awkward, but the words are much more comfortable, and the Uighur can still talk well.
Song Yang knew the slave, so there was no need to read the deed of sale: "It can't be wrong."
The Uighur laughed loudly, strode forward and reached out to pat Song Yang on the shoulder: "If you want any reward, just ask me!"
Now it is clear that the other party has a noble status, but when they heard that he called himself 'my king', everyone from Song Yang to Prime Minister Zuo was still stunned. Ayguo was outspoken and did not pay attention to rules: "Is your brother still a prince?"
"What's wrong with my brother?" The Uighur leader frowned.
If the Uighurs and Aiguo were allowed to chat in Chinese, they would be able to talk about things outside of China. The second idiot hurriedly took a step closer and kindly helped to explain: "Let me talk about your brother first, and then I will talk about you."
With a puff, Nan Rong Youquan, who was always indifferent, smiled.
Prime Minister Zuo hurriedly coughed a few times, interrupted the conversation that was about to become messy, and politely saluted the Uyghurs: "I don't know that the king is coming to visit, and he is not welcomed at a distance, so don't be offended by the indifference. Please forgive me for being ignorant, and dare to ask the king
Jia Zunfeng."
There was an interpreter accompanying the Uighur son, and he proudly said: "Under the Khan's tent, there are three hundred and forty-one kings who protect the Holy Fire..." Everyone was discouraged. I don't know whether it was because the Uighurs were overjoyed, or because the Uighur and Chinese languages were different.
'The understanding is different. Once you hear 'three hundred and forty-one', this king is not worth much.
The interpreter continued: "My master is as powerful and wise as a king, and he is the head of all kings!"
Mr. Hu actually knows a lot about Uighur official titles, but the Uighur gods and emperors are one. Since the Khan, almost all officials have held two positions, one in the divine power and one in the imperial system. Mr. Hu used to only know the serious ones.
Official system, but what the other party was talking about now was all about priest positions. He couldn't understand it and could only stare.
Fortunately, the translator talked about the priesthood and returned to the topic: "In addition to being a king of strength and intelligence, my master received the gift of the Khan and was awarded the title of 'Samerreqino Khan'."
The strange pronunciation of the big string means "everything is burned wherever the fire passes" in the Uighur language. He is in charge of the army and is responsible for life and death. Surprise flashed across Mr. Hu's old face. He knew this Samer Khan.
Not only was he a 'Khan', but he was also a prince. He was born with supernatural powers and was extremely brave. As the Uighur Khan aged, he was one of the most powerful contenders for the throne.
Samer Khan did not bother to publicize his identity in front of Prime Minister Nanli and looked at Song Yang: "There is no need to be pretentious. Whatever rewards you want, I will agree to them."
The Uighurs were so generous, Song Yang said in his heart, "Don't you dare give me the deed of betrayal again", and the response in his mouth was not very polite: "Thank you in advance, Your Majesty. I didn't think about it for a while. I will ask for it later when I think about it."
Will it work?"
There is no need for a reward. But if the other party is a high-ranking Uighur, Song Yang really has something to ask him for help, but he can't talk about it in this situation.
In addition, the 'Khan' in front of him looked full of complexion, but Song Yang could tell that he was still ill... At the time, this man had suffered a lung injury and was infected with the plague. Although the disease lasted for six hours,
He recovered without medicine, but it still caused some damage to his body, and he needed careful care to fully recover. Song Yang did not mention this matter.
Seeing a doctor here would mean giving half of the favor to Nan Liguo. Song Yang had no interest in doing so. He only did it as a 'private favor'.
Samer Khan didn't hesitate, took off a gold bracelet from his wrist and threw it to Song Yang: "I live in the inn next door. Come to me at any time when you think of it. You can get in with this." After that,
, nodded to Mr. Hu, and said hello at least, turned around and took the people away.
Although it has nothing to do with Samer Khan's reward, Mr. Hu couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. The Uighurs were the allies that Nanli was trying to win over. Such an opportunity suddenly appeared. If he grasped it well, it wouldn't be a big deal.
A huge achievement.
But how to grasp it, the old man hasn't figured it out yet. Fortunately, the boy named Song is quite smart and didn't ask for a reward right away in exchange for this favor... The post house became quiet again. After dinner, a strange man came to him.
Prime Minister Zuo asked for instructions and wanted to go out for a walk. The place where the rising dragon is the eye-catcher, the beautiful city in the middle of the earth. How can I not go there after a visit? Lord Hu smiled and agreed. He just asked seriously, no one is allowed to cause trouble, otherwise the national law
Discuss.
Song Yang didn't want to sit in the post house and wanted to go with Er Sha, Xiao Qi and others to relax. Unexpectedly, before he could leave the door, Nan Rong came up to him and said lightly: "Come with me, he wants to see you.
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After following her out, Gu Zhaojun came up to him with the same smile as before, and was not too polite when meeting him. He said directly: "I heard about the incident in Hongcheng. I was afraid that you would be depressed, so I came here specially to see you.
You, take you to relax."
Old Gu has changed his appearance, from one old man to another, but his hands are still in his sleeves forever. He wears a Han Chinese dress with wide robes and large sleeves. This posture is very ordinary and will not arouse suspicion. Song Yang was curious: "
Take me to relax? How to relax?"
"If a man wants to be happy, of course he goes to a prostitute! And when it comes to a new place, if he doesn't go to a brothel, his trip will be in vain... let alone Zoucheng!" Lao Gu was so excited that he couldn't tell that he was here to help Song Yang relieve his boredom.