Looking at this brother who had no taboos except for the gods, the holy wolf, and the flower of the steppe who had passed away, Ashina Eliver divided five by two, and stripped naked.

He took a pill out of the box he had brought it, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it with a burst of chewing.

Jumping into the pool with a puff, grinning and enduring the invasion of the cold pool water, this is the white snow on the grassland, turned into ice water, cold and biting, Ashina Eliver doesn't quite understand why his brother has such a strange preference.

Of course, he felt that now Ashina really needed these ice water to lower the anger in his heart.

After a while, the potion dissipated, and Ashina Eliver finally felt comfortable, and like his brother, he narrowed his eyes next to the edge of the pool.

At the same time, Ashina opened his eyes slightly.

The eyes of the two finally met each other, and for a long time, an indescribable aura rippled in the pool.

They are brothers, all of whom have the blood of the incomparably noble Turkic royal family, and they are enemies, fighting for power, never caring about their blood relationship.

At the same time, they are allies, and many times they will communicate with each other, faintly resisting the oppression from the royal court.

"Brother, the eldest brother is about to be summoned by the gods to leave us...... What do you do after this? ”

Ashina Eliver was splashing with water, and suddenly said casually, with indifference, and very direct, but as if he was saying a very ordinary thing.

But this incident is absolutely unusual, if Shibi Khan is really seriously ill and dying, the replacement of the Khan will be a first-class event for the Turkic Khanate.

Ashina was not surprised, as if he had heard an ordinary piece of news, he sneered, "Is he really that sick?" What can I do? What do you want me to do? ”

"When Father Khan was there. And he said, "Thou art the most cunning of us......"

Speaking of this, Ashina laughed aggressively, his body trembling with laughter, and his heavy beard kept shaking.

Looking at Ashina Elivier, whose face was gradually becoming gloomy, he continued with a heavy irony: "Look. Later I realized that cunning people are cowardly, which is why my father Khan passed on the throne to the Gilles, didn't he? ”

These words pierced Ashina Elivo's heart like a knife, and for many years, except for the arrogant younger brother in front of him, no one dared to ridicule him like this.

Moreover, every word he says is still well-founded, indeed. When the Khan inherited the throne, the seriously ill Qimin Khan abandoned his son, who had a reputation for wisdom, and chose the slightly clumsy Dujishi, although the Dujishi had never been liked by their father Khan.

Ashina Eliver pressed the anger in his chest, stared into his brother's eyes and said, "Is Ashina old?" So willing to remember years ago? ”

At this point, a smile finally appeared on his face, "Okay. At a time like this, let's let go of those pointless disputes. You see, my dear brother, how well have we been doing all these years? ”

"How much credit have we made, but what have we gained? He keeps asking us to send faithful warriors to seize the land with no end in sight, and glory to the Khan. The spoils of war were distributed to the royal court, and a group of greedy men were raised. ”

"Did they send a caravan to the Western Regions to pay their respects to you? They went to the East to hunt, they wore furs from the Northeast, and they ate ginseng from the Northeast. All of them are obese like fat rabbits on the grassland. ”

"Don't you think it's unfair that our tolerant khan has turned a blind eye to this, that he has been blinded by flattering words, and that he is harsh on those of us who have done meritorious service to the Turks?"

Ashina lowered his eyelids aggressively, and said in his heart, it seems that Khan is seriously ill, otherwise, this timid guy in front of him would not have said so fiercely, and even had no scruples.

But he is different from the treacherous Ashina Elivo, although he is trapped in the royal court by his brother, he doesn't care too much about this, and he has another reason for his resentment towards his brother.

If it weren't for the fact that the incident had been piercing his heart like a thorn, he would definitely feel that the Turks under his brother's rule over the years were very good.

Because he clearly knew that his brother's merit was not in the victory in the war, but in the fact that he freed the Turks from the control of the Sui people and gradually became stronger.

In less than ten years, the Turkic people had the least amount of civil strife, the ordinary people had the best life, the Turks had never been so stable, and the Turkic territory was slowly but surely extending into the distance.

But none of this can make his resentment dissolve......

He looked at his brother who was showing some abnormal flushing on his face opposite, slowly stood up, and asked again, "Is he really going to die?" ”

"Yes, he's going to die, I need your help, if you can help me ascend to the throne, I'll immediately let you go back to the foot of the holy mountain, replace that damn waste, and become the real Khan of the West."

Eliver waved his thin arm a little frantically, "Brother, this is the opportunity given to us by the gods, I won't let the sweat fall into the hands of that little cub, I will never ......"

Ashina laughed aggressively, laughing a little crazy, "Okay, then let's give him one last ride......"

As soon as the words fell, a voice sounded not far away, "I think that if you don't want the grassland to turn into a sea of blood, I advise you to be patient, the gods will not favor those who kill his beloved son." ”

A woman, standing quietly in the shadows not far away, with a graceful posture, her eyes bright and firm, her voice calm and without a trace of waves.

Among the Turks, the three most powerful figures except for the Great Khan faced each other silently, as if the air had become solidified.

In the middle of the night, the woman snorted coldly and turned to leave.

The two naked men glanced at each other, and they both saw jealousy in each other's eyes, but Ashina Elivo's eyes contained a trace of greedy desire to plunder.

Ashina glanced at his brother in disgust, sat back in the water, and the appearance of the woman made the fanaticism ignited in his heart instantly subside.

After a long silence, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It seems that you need a lot of patience." ”

Ashina Eliver snorted, originally wanted to talk to this brother first, and then persuade this stubborn woman, of course, this premise is that that the woman does not intend to participate in the battle for the throne.

But now it seems...... Does that woman seem to have feelings for his dying brother? Thinking of this, for a moment, Ashina Elivier's heart was filled with jealousy.

In this way, he doesn't want to stay here any longer.

Turned around and climbed onto the edge of the pool, put on his clothes, did not forget to point to the box on the ground, and said with a smile: "Brother, this is my gift to you, the magic medicine refined by the Sui people seems to be called Wushisan, right?" Haha, after eating it, it really brings me closer to the gods. ”

"And it can also make you have more sons, haha...... Anyway, we need to wait a few more days, don't we? ”

He smiled ambiguously and walked away with his body like a bamboo pole, leaving a tinkling murmur all the way.

I don't know how long it took for Ashina to go up to the pool, looked at the box on the ground, kicked it into the pool without hesitation, and muttered with a sneer: "What the Sui people gave me, can you still eat it casually now?" This stupid guy ......"

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The news of Shibi Khan's serious illness touched the nerves of many people, not only the Turks.

In the majestic palace like clouds in Chang'an, Li Yuan also received a secret report, and it is not an exaggeration to describe his mood with great joy.

Because the enemies they were going to face were all related to the Turks, and if Shibi Khan had died at this time, they would have been easier to deal with.

It's just that he wasn't sure how sick Shibi Khan was.

Of course, the chaos of the Turks is what the people of Chang'an are most willing to see, and once this news spreads, everyone must be celebrating with each other.

It's just that what Li Yuan doesn't know is that the battle for the Khan of the Turks has begun, and the alliance between the Eastern Khan and the former Western Khan will make the succession of the Turks less chaotic.

In fact, this is the result of the countless efforts of the two khanates, Qimin Khan and Shibi Khan, to make the succession of the Turkic khans less bloody and violent.

It's just that between the old and the new, a temporary imbalance is inevitable.

The length of time depended on the smooth integration within the Turkic people, as well as the efficiency of their political system.

When Shibi Khan succeeded to the throne, it took about two years to stabilize the situation of the Turkic tribes and win the support of most nobles.

Now, it's hard to say how long this process will take.

What makes Li Yuan even more unpredictable is what kind of impact this will have on the nascent Chang'an regime.

Li Po, who is in Youzhou, is not too late to receive the news.

After all, the Turks were the most powerful enemy he faced today, and the efforts he had made before were gradually playing a role, with several caravans coming and going between the north and the south, constantly bringing news of the Turks to Li Po.

Of course, these news cannot be determined whether they are true or not, and he knew that the Turkic Shibi Khan fell ill in the Turkic royal court at the end of the snowy year, and it seemed that he was quite sick.

Because the Turkic nobles were gathering in the city of Dali.

Li Po is also very happy, which means that without the interference of the Turks, this year's immigration will be much smoother.

How to properly settle the immigrants in Youzhou, and finally a decent plan was discussed, Yanmen will undoubtedly become the center of gravity of the immigrants, and those abandoned cities in the Turkic attack will be repaired in the coming year.

And his Daizhou marching governor's mansion will inevitably move to Yanmen.

(A few are about the same.,It's okay to do it once or twice.,So many book friends.,Just a few of you come up with two disgusting sentences every day.,There's a lot of hegemony in the historical text.,Why spend it in a book?,I can't explain it to you clearly.,Again,Ah Cao's plot arrangement has long been thought out and won't change.,Next time Ah Cao will delete the post.。 (To be continued.) )