Chapter 830: The King of Wild Horses

There are three unfilial pieties, no queen is great, this is an ancient Chinese precept, in the Mongolian royal family that has been inherited for more than 800 years, it is also deep-rooted in the minds of the Mongolian royal family, the bloodline inheritance of a nation is very important, the middle-aged Khan King was a seed of infatuation when he was young, and he has not married since the death of his lover, but he did not expect to suffer the troubles caused by the bloodline inheritance now.

The middle-aged Khan King looked at the bust of the woman on the armrest with his eyes, his slightly emaciated face showed a sickly paleness, he was like a wounded lone eagle on the throne, facing the indescribable bitterness in his heart in the face of the aggressiveness of the two clan elders, if it was twenty years ago, he would definitely give up the throne without hesitation, but now he has carried too many things, and taking a step back is not the sea and the sky, but the cliffs.

"Elders, do you think that the vultures will do better than mine? My son is now grown up and one day he will come back. The middle-aged Khan King gently stroked the statue on the armrest with his fingers, and looked at the gate with a blank eye, as if the next moment his son who had been absent for many years would come to him with a smile.

Elder Liejian stood up, a scornful smile rising from the corner of his mouth, "Son? Do you mean the son you gave birth to to a Chinese woman eighteen years ago? I didn't expect that eighteen years later, you are still living in fantasy, it seems that your eldest brother Wushu is right, a cowardly person like you is not worthy of being the Khan King of the Chahara tribe at all. ”

A flush appeared on the pale face of the middle-aged Khan King, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't forget that Wushu was exiled before, and he came back just to dig up the treasures in the mausoleum, and I will never allow such a person who desecrates his ancestors to be the Khan King, unless I die." ”

Chahartai stood up, patted the dust on his knees, glanced at the angry Khan King, sighed, and said, "Ahig, if you can bring your son to the festival of Ao Bao in three days, then you are still the Chahara Khan." ”

Elder Liejian smiled coldly and said, "Yes, when the time comes, we will ask the Great Shaman Da Merlin to bless the new Khan King, so you can do it yourself!" ”

The two elders glanced at each other, turned around and strode out of the palace gate, a drop of cold sweat oozed from the pale face of the middle-aged Khan King, and suddenly covered his lips with his hands and let out a fierce cough, spreading his palms, a pool of red blood was particularly dazzling.

The sun over the Gobi seems to be extremely hot, and even the wind from the air conditioner seems to be hot when people sit in the car, and when they look out the window, the air is as turbulent as waves, this ghost weather is too hot.

Daleng didn't dare to drive the car too fast, because driving in the Gobi is the easiest to burst tires, the two spare tires have been changed all once, and then the tire burst can only walk, fortunately it is not far from the Chahara royal city, and you can get out of this roasted Gobi for about an hour.

Xu Qing lit a cigarette and smoked sullenly, I don't know why the closer he got to the royal city of Nalaoshzi, the more nervous he felt, smoking one after another, almost smoking the Daleng next to him into a piece of live bacon, and the carriage was full of smoke, choking to death.

"Xu Qing, please don't smoke this, okay? Use this! Daleng has now changed his name to Battle, he held a jade carved potbelly bottle in his hand and handed it to Xu Qing on the side, which was one of the three treasures of Mongolian men's snuff bottle.