There was silence in the room for a while, and the leader of the black-clothed men who had often appeared before knelt on the ground, with a serious temperament and a cold face.

"The host ......"

"Say." The man put the letter in the brazier next to him, and was relieved to see that it was burned to ashes, and the leader of the men in black who did not look up at it just replied coldly.

"Speaking of the investigation, the Khan on the Xiongnu side seems to be dangerous, he was ill more than a month ago, and now the situation in the court is controlled by the Yan clan and the generals, and the other princes are suppressed and seem to be locked up."

There is no way to do things in the capital for the time being, and the man is not willing to let go of other places, whether it is a barbarian or a Xiongnu, he has sent someone to check.

Hearing this, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and almost invisible streamers flickered in them, obviously he didn't expect this matter.

His hand knocked indifferently on the arm of the chair, and suddenly it was very loud in the silent room, and the leader of the men in black was a little used to it, and knelt on one knee with a blank face.

"A few days ago, my subordinates contacted the Yan family, and the Yan family said that if we can send the third prince back to the barbarians, as long as we put forward reasonable conditions, she will agree."

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened them quickly: "This matter is not so easy to do, you go and send someone to talk to the Yan family, if you have enough weight, I can't let the third prince go back to the barbarians."

"Master, let the third prince return to China, this matter itself is not as simple as it seems on the surface, Your Majesty has made up your mind, the third prince has been in the capital for so long, he has not summoned him once, let alone others, if we act rashly, it will put us in danger."

After following the man for so many years, he didn't quite understand what the master was thinking, he was often disrupted in the past few years, and he thought that the master would make some moves, but he didn't expect the master to protect himself, but now, it is a frequent move.

The denial of his subordinates made the man's complexion change slightly, and the breath around him was obviously nervous, but he just glanced at his subordinates coldly and didn't say anything.

"I have my own measure in this matter, you immediately communicate this matter now, and then send someone to check on the saint to see what the saint has done to the barbarians."

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, if the Holy One had no other actions against the barbarians, no one would believe it, as long as he knew enough and had enough power in his hands, he would be able to do it.

“…… Be. ”

Even though the leader of the man in black thought about it a thousand times, but the master was unwilling, he didn't have any way, staying by the master's side for so many years, sometimes he had no way to know what the master was thinking.

The room was empty, and the silence made people feel as if breathing was a mistake, and the man took out a letter from the box next to him and slowly opened it, and what was written on it turned out to be related to King Sheng, who was side by side.

The man, on the other hand, watched carefully and carefully, as if he was unwilling to miss any subtle news.

The room was quiet, the window was quiet, and there was something strange in the quiet.

In the study, Mandu Latu sat straight, and the service he was wearing was obviously Dayi's brocade clothes, his contours were deep, the color of his pupils was as deep as the sea, and the color of his hair was a little dark chestnut, which looked a little nondescript.

The only owner of this mansion is only a Mandu Ratu. But half of them came to oversee him.

It's been so long since he came to Dayi, and it's the streets of the capital, and he hasn't been there a few times. The taste of being constrained everywhere is not pleasant at all.

At first, he was able to express his anger, but now, he is completely quiet, after all, this matter cannot be solved, and no matter how angry he is, he will only make himself uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, there is news from the Yan clan that Khan is seriously ill and now wants you to go back, she will send someone to Dayi to let you go back for this reason."

A guard pushed the door in, dressed in the rough costume of a barbarian, but spoke cautiously, lest he be heard.

After writing the last word in his hand, Mandu Ratu stopped, put the brush aside, and then spoke softly: "Did Father Khan say anything?"

"I don't know, there is no mention of this in the news that came, and my subordinates don't know very well, but the top priority is to let His Highness go back quickly, if it is delayed for too long, I am afraid that the situation will be unpredictable."

Although there are now the Yan clan and the general on the barbarian side, Mandu Ratu and his subordinates understand that this situation will not last long, because as long as the Khan is seriously ill for a long time, there will always be some people who will not be able to sit still and want to do something.

And in the end, when the situation was at its most critical, I was afraid that the matter would be even more serious than the civil strife in Dayi at the beginning.

The military orders here can still be concentrated in the hands of a few people, but the barbarians are not like this, a few generals control all the troops, and my mother can do this to this extent, which is nothing more than the support of my uncle behind the back.

But can my uncle really support him all the time?

This question is too cruel, even Mandu Latu doesn't dare to think about it carefully.

The deep blue eyes closed slightly, and the broad palm slowly closed, until the green tendons were exposed, and a trace of blood was left from the palm, which slowly stretched, and the sharp pain made Mandu Latu come to his senses slowly.

"Perhaps, we can look for someone's help."

The subordinates behind him hesitated a little: "Your Highness is talking about the person who came to the door some time ago?"

"Of course it's not him, that person seems to want to make Dayi mess up, but the master behind him is unwilling to show up, which means that they don't have enough strength yet. And what I want is foolproof. ”

As the only descendant, Mandu Ratu has understood a truth since he was born, the position of Khan can only be his own.

"Your Highness, ...... what you said?"

took out an invitation from the secret compartment on the side, and handed it to the guards behind him: "You will secretly send this to the palace side by side."

The subordinate respectfully accepted the invitation, and his face became more and more entangled: "Your Highness thinks that His Royal Highness will help us?"

"Because the only thing we can rely on is him, even if we need to pay a huge price because of this matter, but I can control everything like this, and I am willing to pay more."

Mandu Ratu understands Zhan Ge, he was also a person who fought with Zhan Ge on the battlefield back then, with this person, Dayi will not be able to move for at least a few decades.

Since he can't move, then he seeks cooperation, as long as there is a common interest, he believes. Zhan Ge would definitely agree.

"Yes, I'll send it."

After his subordinates went out, Mandu Ratu looked at the table in front of him, and the paper on the table was full of written pages, but there was only one word: forbearance.

Only by being able to endure what others cannot endure can we achieve great things.

What happened inside the Huns, the palace naturally received the news quickly, and the saint looked at the note in his hand, and his expression was a little indescribable for a while.

"Your Majesty, what's so difficult about it?" Father-in-law Wei has now completely taken over the affairs of Father-in-law Lian, and as for Father-in-law Lian, he is responsible for some of the affairs of His Majesty's bedroom, and by the way, he is pensioning.

Although the mind of the young son of heaven is not as elusive as that of the first emperor, it is also difficult to guess, after all, this one son of heaven is taught by several big foxes.

Sheng Shang took the tea and took a few sips, and then he felt that the whole person was calm.

"The barbarians are really interesting, how long did I stay in the capital for Mandu Ratu, and now, the Khan is seriously ill, remember, when Brother Zhan went to see it last time, the Khan was still healthy, and I don't know if the Khan's serious illness is deliberate or unintentional?"

In a good mood, the saint said a few more words, after staying in this palace for so many years, it is really rare to see such an interesting thing.

It is really excellent that there are no concubines in the harem, Brother Zhan and Uncle Huang and others are really wise, thinking back then, even if the father and emperor were not good women, the women in the harem did a lot of tricks and feet for the father.

How many brothers and sisters died in vain, this palace is a huge cage, and he just saw through it without saying anything, and survived peacefully.

"Your Majesty, if this matter involves the back space, it is not clear. I all know that these three princes are the only sons-in-law, and they have always been cultivated as the next khan, but they were suddenly left in the capital, and they didn't say anything in a short time, but it was always not good after a long time. ”

After staying by His Majesty's side for so long, there are some things that Gonggong Wei has also seen very thoroughly.

The saint was not angry, but agreed with this point of view: "What you said is also true, but if you want the third prince to go back, then you have to see if this benefit is enough?"

As he was talking, there was a eunuch outside the door to report that the king was coming.

"Please, go and prepare tea, Brother Zhan likes to be with Junshan Silver Needle, don't be mistaken." As soon as the saint heard this, his face became active, commanding Gonggong Wei, and commanding the outside.

"Your Majesty doesn't have to be so polite, the minister is here to report an important matter, and Your Majesty must know about this matter." Although he was stopped by His Majesty, Zhan Ge still gave up the salute.

The way of the monarch and the minister, he has always been very clear.

"What Brother Zhan said, but it's a barbarian thing?"

Zhan Ge handed the cloak to the little eunuch who came respectfully, and signaled to Gonggong Wei to thank him, and waited until Gonggong Wei led people to retreat before he spoke.

"Exactly, the minister went to King Sheng's Mansion first, and the prince asked the minister and His Majesty to discuss first, and then talk to him when the final result is out."

Since having a son, His Royal Highness King Sheng has also lived in a simple place, and after the saint has become more and more proficient in political affairs, he is even more happy to see it, which everyone is used to.

"Of course, this Mandu Ratu can't stay in the capital for too long, but this is to let him go back safely, and that won't work, and the officials of the court and China will definitely argue about it."

Therefore, His Majesty did not intend to discuss this matter at the court from the beginning.

"Your Majesty is also right to consider it this way, the minister believes that as long as a reasonable treaty can be obtained, it is not impossible to let Mandu Latu go back, the key is to grasp this degree, and this matter still needs the help of the Prime Minister."

If it's a war, there's no problem with fighting, but if it's this kind of thing, it naturally needs someone who is proficient in it.

There is a specialization in the art industry.