Yun Jian rode his horse to the west, and first went south to the base camp of Xirong, but went to the direction of the painting city.

Near Mizusaoka, he stopped and lit a pillar of incense.

There is no sacrifice, just a pillar of incense, and there is no sacrifice, who knows who is to be sacrificed? People don't dare to ask.

Yun Jian stood silently in front of the incense for a moment.

The wind comes.

The wind is as cold as a blade.

The blade breaks through the wind. As soon as the night wind swept through the tip of the blade, it was already crossed by the blade. There was only the coldness of a knife left in the wind, and there was no knife left.

The knife stabbed into Cloud Sword's throat. Like a flower that resolutely falls down the branches.

The sword light reflected the green of Yun Jian's eyebrows, and Yun Jian did not move.

Only when the tip of the knife was about to touch his throat did he gently step back.

I retreated like that, as if just to better look down on this knife.

The knife slowed down. It's as if the flowers are about to touch the water, blocked by the wind and moisture, and the silk is soft.

In fact, the knife is old.

The faster, more accurate, and more ruthless the knife must be precise. Yun Jian not only retreated, but there was also a turning point in retreating. The knife slowed down and turned, using new power to deal with his changes. The strain is not unpleasant, but it has lost its original momentum.

Yun Jian stiffened his shoulders, completely let go of the blade, and by the way, he stretched out a hand and grabbed Li Che's wrist.

It was an assassination. The one who came to assassinate him was Liche. What she held in her hand was the Green Eyebrow Knife.

"Unwise." Yun Jian shook his head.

Li Che sneered and looked at his eyebrows.

Several of his eyebrows had been shaved.

The blade of the Green Eyebrow Knife was so sharp that the Cloud Sword dodged quickly. The beard was still destroyed by the sword qi, and it was even more strange against his still handsome eyes. Li Che couldn't help but laugh.

Yun Jian's eyes also splashed with a smile.

There is a place in Liche's heart, and he also softened.

She hurriedly cleaned up her emotions, cheered up, and continued to concentrate on the assassination.

The soldiers were honestly guarding outside. The top can do it themselves, they don't have to do it.

They were even told not to bother.

They listened to the ping-pong bang, and then the sound shifted and hit the room. Later, there was no sound in the room.

The night was boundless. The mountain flower blooms quietly in its leaves.

The next day, it was dawn. When you get out of the clear, you can see that the outside is green like embroidery, dotted with clusters of flowers, some of which bloom early in the morning. Dewdrops dotted the top. There is a cliff next to it. Xue Ling stumbled down. A long curtain that looks like a mountain ghost.

Yun Jian got up.

Li Che turned around and walked away. I was looking for a mountain stream to wash my face, but I saw that there was a wooden basin with water and it was placed by the wall. A clean hand towel hangs next to the wooden basin.

Wash well. Hearing Yun Jian also got up. She turned out of the way. Yun Jian said: "Okay, I used to use well water to bathe in the morning. ”

There are no wells here. The attendant took the mountain spring water and adjusted it to the temperature of the well water. In this season, that is, cooler than the air at noon, close to the air in the morning. Mountain spring water is usually too cold, just add a little hot water. So a little, like the flower essence transferred in by a bathing lady.

Cloud Sword untied the morning robe. The robe fell to the ground with an uproar. Li Che was stunned, staggered his gaze, and quickly moved back.

The fresh sunlight in the morning, the water splashed by the flying beads, and the strong and capable body.

Liche asked himself: Do you regret it later? The answer is no.

Yun Jian poured another scoop of water and asked her, "What are your plans for Xirong?" "The voice is concise and clean, like a white stone washed out of a morning spring.

Li Che stared at him: "Shouldn't it be what the Holy Lord has for Xirong?" ”

Yun Jian said: "Oh, okay, I'll just let you do what you planned." There was a slight smile in his tone.

"Wait a minute!" Li Che was a little angry: "How do you know I have a plan?" ”

"You're painting the city, sandwiched between Yilu and me, if you don't have a plan, I don't have to care about you." Yun Jian walked towards her drenched and stretched out his arms, "Hey, help me wipe it." ”

Li Che rolled his eyes angrily, and really picked up another unused hand towel and wiped it for him. Start with your back.

She used to wipe Dong Hoon's back like this. It's just the back. When she grew to an age where she was a little embarrassed to wipe her back, the matter was over.

At that time, it happened to be the year when Dongxun was bent by the Seventh Prince.

Maybe it was a long time ago, but she didn't hear about it until that year.

The main content of her days has changed from "brother, brother, you listen to me" to "Seventh prince, you scum, stop and don't run, I won't kill you!" ”

How long has it been? Her hand, and the handkerchief, were so joyful and skillful that she had not expected it. Wiped the water droplets on his back, and then down, there was no pants to cover it, the waistline, and the waistline.

Liche paused. She wanted to put down the handkerchief and turn around and leave.

Yun Jian grabbed her directly in front of him.

"I really want to assassinate you. Responsibilities. "Liche has never been weaker. She muttered.

"Yes. You've already killed once, and you're responsible. "Cloud Sword Dao.

“…… Yes. Li Che closed his eyes against his still damp skin, listened to his heartbeat, and replied. Her clothes were wet with the water from his body and stuck to her. She felt uncomfortable.

In this weather, no matter how fit you are, it is still easy to catch a cold if you let your body get wet for too long. Unless you do something.

They did something. In this way, neither of them is uncomfortable.

Later, many people felt that Yun Jian had ambushed Guo Liche overnight, which was simply a legend. It's just that no one is brave enough to ask Guo Liche in person: Why?

Nothing why. It's like the autumn sun basking on the green leaves of a tree, turning them bright as gold; The ice sparkles all the way to spring, and then it turns into water, leaving a puddle of crisp mud. The creator of this world has already determined these changes when they created them.

Yi Xuan didn't think there was anything special about it. It's just another proof that the Han people are messing around.

The Rong people were defeated and retreated, but because the Central Plains was too chaotic, the Rong people couldn't be governed. Yi Xuan has never learned any concepts such as "bad money drives out good money", but that's what he meant in his heart. They are good and Han are bad. The good ones are too bad to adapt to for a while, so they have to go back, and there are some. Now that he has returned to his own place, he is not afraid of the Han people coming to fight.

They counted the proceeds of the war, and there was a surplus, which was faster than trading, and they were very happy. It's just that some people feel that this is killing chickens and taking eggs, and they have cut off the way for Rong merchants to do business in the future.

This opinion is guarded by the blue-eyed minister.

Yi Xuan was already very willing to listen to the blue-eyed minister's words, but in this matter, he felt that the Central Plains would not be able to recover after ten or eight years, and he would not have to be busy with business for the time being. As long as you do business with Western countries, Hu people, and so on. If the Central Plains really prospered again, without the approval of the Han emperor, their own Han people would secretly come to do business with the Rong people, like the smugglers before them.

He also specially asked Yun Ke: "Isn't that right?" ”

Yun Ke and Qing Qiao are together, and they are desperately on the side of the Rong people, and they can't go back to the Central Plains. After Yun Jian became the emperor, not only did they not go to the imperial family, but they did not dare to go back. They also gave themselves the names of the Rong people. Yun Ke's name is Wood, and Qingqiao's name is Ge Lin.

Yi Xuan was not ashamed to ask, and Yun Ke quickly replied: "The king is right! ”

The blue-eyed minister fell in anger. Yun Ke fell into the well and suggested that only he should guard the border is appropriate. Yi Yu agreed. The blue-eyed minister did not resolutely object, but only proposed one point: after he went, let Xiao Ninghou make up for it.

Xiao Ninghou once studied with the blue-eyed minister. Not only did he learn all kinds of knowledge from Xirong, but he also dabbled in Sinology. It's just that the blue-eyed minister really learned some Chinese and Chinese characters, but Xiao Ninghou just listened to people tell Han stories in Rong language.

The teacher who taught them was called Mi Zhi. This name is the name of Rong. Looking at him, there are also many people who are biased. But his ancestors were really Han Chinese. When he came to him, he could still speak Chinese, learn Chinese characters, and read Chinese books. Many people in Xirong have obtained their knowledge of sinology from him.

He once told Xiao Ninghou the story of Jing Ke. Speaking of Jing Ke going to assassinate the King of Qin, he asked Fan Yuzhi's head, and Fan Yuqi really committed suicide. The blue-eyed minister sighed with emotion: "I can't imagine that the Han people used to have such strong bones!" If only they had such courage now. What else do the Rong people have for the Han realm? "It's terrifying. Xiao Ninghou laughed and said, "What a fool! I don't know if the assassination will be successful, so I give my head to others? When children play around with each other? ”

Speaking of the back, King Yan and a group of people all gave Jing Ke Dai filial piety in advance, and a piece of white flowers gave Jing Ke Yishui a farewell, and the blue-eyed minister nodded and said, "Strong man." I burst into tears. Xiao Ninghou laughed even more: "I know that I can't come back, and I have to let him go." There's no other way? This group of people is really getting stupid. ”

Later, Jing Ke's assassination failed, Ji sat down and scolded, took the bag of King Qin and hit it with a sword. The blue-eyed minister sobbed: "You can't do anything, you still have to do the last step." The duty is to get to this point. Even if he didn't succeed in assassination, presumably King Qin would not dare to take Yan Guo lightly anymore. If all the Yan people were such hard bones, where would the King of Qin dare to attack the Yan Kingdom? Xiao Ninghou still shook his head and smiled contemptuously: "Failure is failure!" When people fled, they didn't catch up and assassinate successfully, so what was the use of insulting them? ”

He wanted to say more, but when he heard a "snort", the blue-eyed minister had already cut off the leather mat they were sitting on.

"Hey! What are you doing! Xiao Ninghou said angrily.

"I don't want to sit on a mat with you and read!" The young blue-eyed minister is colored.

"You have the ability to kick me out of the classroom." Xiao Ning waited to provoke him.

"When I have the ability." The young blue-eyed minister replied solemnly.

He does what he says. When he ascends the throne, King Ning's life will not be easy. The blue-eyed minister pointed to his nose and said that he was not right-minded and wanted to mess up political affairs. (To be continued......)