"Don't worry, as long as you obey, I will ensure that you reach the Turkic King's court alive." Qiao Chu consoled him.
"..." Young man: Thank you!
The carriage had been traveling for only half a day when a sudden spatial fluctuation came from the sky. Qiao Chu called the coachman to a stop in time, and then saw a person emerging out of thin air from behind the carriage.
Who is it if it’s not Chen Qingshan?
Chen Qingshan shuttled through the void, and at one glance he saw the pot-bellied woman and the young man tied into a rice dumpling. When he looked again, he saw that the young man's clothes were messy, and he immediately thought wrong!
Seeing a man wearing a silver mask walking towards him with murderous intent, the tied young man was so frightened that he almost lost his mind: "Alas! General Chen, I really didn't..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Qingshan kicked the young man in the crotch!
"Ouch..." The young man let out a short, pitiful howl, but then there was no sound.
This is... dizzy from pain?!
Qiao Chu ignored him and stretched out his hand directly: "Come up!"
Chen Qingshan got in the car obediently, first looked at Qiao Chu's expression, and then looked at Qiao Chu's clothes.
Qiao Chu got angry and kicked Chen Qingshan out of the car!
Chen Qingshan actually understood what Qiao Chu meant, scratched his head and explained: "Madam, I don't want to doubt you, I am afraid that you will suffer a loss."
"Get out!" Qiao Chu cursed.
Chen Qingshan: "Alas!" He actually rolled twice on the grass.
"Madam, you're done." Chen Qingshan reported the progress with a naive smile.
Qiao Chu was also helpless: "Come up!"
"Oh!" Chen Qingshan then got in the car again.
The carriage driver in front was going crazy: he was threatened by Qiao Chu before and took Qiao Chu to the Turkic royal court. It was reasonable, since the task was to take Qiao Chu there anyway.
But now that there is a silver-faced killing god, things are different.
If Chen Qingshan takes over the Turkic royal court, as a coachman, he will destroy the nine tribes!
So after the coachman's expression changed several times, he gritted his teeth and pulled on the reins: "I can't take you to the royal court!"
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Chen Qingshan was surprised.
The coachman was so aggrieved that he opened his robe and said, "I've lost both legs anyway, and I don't think I'll live long. You can be relieved if you kill me!"
"Are you actually looking for death?" Chen Qingshan was even more shocked.
The coachman smiled bitterly: "If I don't take you there, I will only die myself. If I take you there, what will happen and my whole family will die?"
Chen Qingshan and Qiao Chu understood now.
The couple looked at each other and looked at the young man tied into a rice dumpling.
Qiao Chu knocked the man on the head and asked: "If this is the case, it is useless to keep this, why not kill them together and let's go back to Ningyuan City directly?"
"Okay." Chen Qingshan agreed and took out the dagger without hesitation.
Feeling the coldness on his neck, the man no longer dared to pretend to be asleep. He quickly opened his eyes and grinned at the driver: "Old Zheng, if you don't send me back, I will kill your whole family when I get home!"
The driver trembled with fright and did not dare to speak for a while.
The young man smiled ingratiatingly at Qiao Chu and Chen Qingshan: "I also know the road. If he doesn't send me off, just kill him and I'll catch the car?"
When the driver heard this, he quickly surrendered: "Don't kill, don't kill! I'll drive! I'll drive!"
So the group of people got back on the road smoothly. Because of the arrival of Chen Qingshan, the rice dumpling man was thrown directly on the shaft of the cart, accompanying the broken leg coachman Lao Zheng.
The wind in early summer is not cold, but there are mosquitoes and flies on the grassland...
The coachman Lao Zheng's legs smelled of blood, and he attracted countless flies along the way, which made the rice dumpling man extremely sick!
"Old Zheng, can you wrap your legs with a robe?! It attracts a lot of mosquitoes and flies!" the young man complained in disgust.
"I'll take care of it!" Lao Zheng was even more aggrieved!
The weather was hot and he could smell the stink!
But the robe is not airtight, so I can smell it. It is normal for mosquitoes and flies to be attracted!
"It's really disgusting!" The young man turned his head away in disgust.
But after all, it's so close that there's no point in leaving it alone.
Qiao Chu couldn't stand the smell, so he asked Chen Qingshan to give him a bottle of medicine.
Lao Zheng felt as if he had found a treasure. He hurriedly sprinkled it on the ground.
Needless to say, when this medicine is sprinkled on the wound, it hurts for the first time, and pus oozes out of the wound. After the pus has completely penetrated, it slowly forms a scab.
This is what can be done.
Lao Zheng almost cried!
My fate was saved.
Wounds tend to become necrotic in summer. There is no medicine to treat wounds on this prairie. Fortunately, Chen Qingshan administered the medicine...
Lao Zheng was about to thank Chen Qingshan when he suddenly remembered: Qiao Chu's little black cat swallowed his leg...
When someone's cat swallowed the leg, they gave him a bottle of medicine, and he actually felt grateful...
Could it be that I have a hobby of being tortured?!
Lao Zheng couldn't help but burst into tears.
After traveling all the way, half a month later, we finally arrived at the Turkic Royal Court.
The Turkic royal court is mobile, and encountering it is fate. To find it, someone needs to take it with you.
The young man can be found because of his identity, he is a Turkic prince.
Lao Zheng was found because of his job. He was a coachman at the residence of the Turkic Khan.
As soon as the car saw the edge of Wangting from a distance, Qiao Chu and Chen Qingshan laughed.
"Is King Khan at home?"
Prince Liuyun nodded: "Yes. Give me to him and ask him to give you money. He has money."
What a good kid!
Chen Qingshan turned to Prince Liuyun, who was almost deprived of his descendants, and said, "How about I give you a gift?"
Prince Liuyun was very vigilant: "What do you mean?"
Chen Qingshan gave a long laugh and swept forward!
The lightning-like figure rushed out. When Chen Qingshan rushed into the Wang Ting, he already held Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand!
What is a woodcutter?
This is!
Chen Qingshan felt that he had fallen into a pile of firewood!
Fang Tian was superb at painting a halberd. By the time Lao Zheng helped Prince Liu Yun untie the rope and rush into the royal court, the Turkic Khan had already had half of his head chopped off by Chen Qingshan...
Prince Liuyun's eyes widened: "Chen Qingshan, are you crazy? You said you gave me a gift, but you just gave my father a knife and sent my father away??"
Is this a fucking gift?!
I’m giving you a gift like this, do you want it?!
Chen Qingshan had a silly smile on his face: "Who said I was giving this to you?"
"Then what do you want to give me?" Prince Liuyun had no expectations.
There are many brothers in the family, and once my father died, I still don’t know what happened to those brothers!
Maybe it will be broken down into several tribes again...
"Are you the most favored son in your family?"
"...No." Prince Liuyun replied nonchalantly.
Not only was he not the most favored, he was not the biological son of the Turkic Khan.
Prince Liuyun was originally the son of the previous Khan.
When King Khan died in battle, his wife returned to his younger brother, and his son also returned to his younger brother.
The throne of Khan also went to his younger brother.
So Prince Liuyun got an extra stepfather...
Faced with his stepfather's biological son, Prince Liuyun didn't expect to win.
After all, he has more than a dozen sons...
"Do you want to be King Khan?" Chen Qingshan raised his chin at Prince Liuyun...
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I stayed up all night after two days of meetings, and I didn’t finish the work until after 11 o’clock in the evening on August 24th. I didn’t save the manuscript. If I can get up tomorrow morning, I will update it at 8 o’clock. If I can’t get up, I will update it later.