The Mobei Divine Camel is indeed very godly, although it is a camel, it was born in Mobei, as fast as a galloping horse, but this thing is useless in the land of the rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, just because General Gu said "I want to see the Mobei Divine Camel", and immediately asked for dozens of horses with a Wuling urgent letter, and also asked to put down the grain and grass, and give priority to rushing these camels across the river, just to show General Gu that way! In his memory, no one had ever sent an urgent letter to Wuling for such a thing.

Wan Yan Wushu smiled. He has always been mild-mannered, and unlike most of the golden people, who have angry tempers, he rarely gets angry. He believes that instead of shouting with his mouth, it is better to save his strength with a knife. So he always had a smile on his face, as if he had to smile every time he said a few words. But those who knew him well knew that if he suddenly stopped laughing, then someone would have to bleed.

Now, of course, he wouldn't let Zamuhe bleed because of such a small thing. He looked at his slender fingers, as if admiring a work of art, and said lightly: "In this case, let's kill a few." ”

"How many killed?" Zamuhe was overjoyed in his heart, although he also liked the Mobei Divine Camel, but now these things are too much of a space.

"Kill a hundred, leave a fraction."

"What?" Zamu was shocked. The total number of Mobei divine camels transported was only fifty, but the Khan King said that he would kill a hundred, did he miscalculate? "King Khan, only fifty heads have been shipped in total." Zamuhe reminded Yan Wushu.

Wan Yan Wushu still looked at his fingers, he seemed to see some dirt in his nails, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, but the smile on his face did not disappear, and he replied lightly: "Who told you to kill the god camel?" That's a sacred relic of the Solo tribe, you killed them, and you plan to make the Solo tribe rebel? ”

"That's what the king of the Khan said。。。。。。 I understand! Zhamuhe's words were only halfway through, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he bowed to Wanyan Wushu excitedly, turned around and walked out of the tent.

"Wait a minute," Wan Yan Wushu took out a small knife and began to pick his nails, his eyes were fixed on his fingers, but his mouth gave an order to Zamuhe: "Be strict, don't let General Gu know." ”

Zamuhe pouted secretly. It's General Gu again! How old is he? A captured Han general, just kill it, save the waste of Jin people's food. But he naturally couldn't refute the Khan's order, agreed, and turned out of the account.

Wan Yan Wushu finally raised his head. He suddenly slammed the knife to the ground.

He never gets angry, he never gets angry, he always smiles, but not when he's alone.

"You fool, fool, idiot!" Wan Yan Wushu's voice was low, almost whispering, but the words he said would make anyone who thought they knew him familiar with him shocked, "You know a fart!" The corners of Wanyan Wushu's mouth were foaming at the mouth, looking like a madman, twisting his fingers while scolding, his face was flushed with excitement, "Only I know what a real plan is when I finish Yan Wushu!" I don't care about that bullshit general, but you know who his father is? It is the great virtuous king of the Han people! One person under ten thousand people! I know, I know at a glance that this bullshit general is a noble son who has not been through the wind and waves! As long as I can conquer his heart, let him admire Dajin, stronger than a million male soldiers! You're full of shit in your head, you know a fart? Know a fart? ”

The more Wanyan Wushu spoke, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet again and again.

Behind Wan Yan Wushu, the door curtain of the inner tent opened a crack slightly, and a pair of eyes full of fear were secretly looking at Wan Yan Wushu. It was a beautiful woman, with long black hair and a slender figure, but her face was full of sadness.

She is the daughter of the great chief of the Solo tribe, Qimuge, who was favored by Wanyan Wushu and had to marry. Seeing Wan Yan Wushu's almost crazy performance, she knew that today, she was going to suffer again. Because every time after such an uncontrollable outburst as Yan Wushu, he always had to abuse her severely. But she could only endure it, and she didn't even dare to expose the mask of a man in front of a man and a ghost behind a person, otherwise, she would die, her father would also die, and her people would have to die. Who makes them a small tribe, the rule of survival on the steppe is, whoever is stronger, is the master!

In a few days, Wei Qing suddenly received an order: Gu Huairen, the secretary of the Ministry of War, personally ordered Wei Qing to be crowned as the commander of the capital, and to summon Wei Qing to personally commend him.

This order made Wei Qing very troubled.

Anyone with a normal IQ, or close to normal, understands that it is impossible for Gu Shangshu to love talent like this, if he loves "wealth", it is almost the same as if he can love it to such an extent, not to mention that his son is being captured by the Jin army, he is still in the mood to summon Wei Qing to give him a reward? But the truth is that the order has already been given, and he is to leave immediately. No matter how nerve-wracking he was, he couldn't help but go, so he had to hurriedly pack his bags and set off.

Bai Buxin and Zhao Yueru were sent to a few miles outside the camp.

"Brother Xian, be more careful, the land of right and wrong in the capital, try not to stay for a long time." Bai Buxin didn't say anything all the way, and he didn't say such a sentence until Wei Qing was leaving.

Wei Qing nodded heavily.

He would not miss a single word of Bai Buxin's words, let alone fail to remember. Because Bai does not believe that words are like gold, his words are more precious than gold.

Zhao Yueru led the horse to Wei Qing's side, reached out and sorted out Wei Qing's collar, and said to Wei Qing: "Brother Wei, I put a sweat towel in your pocket, remember to change it." Also," she naughtily reached out and touched Wei Qing's chin, "remember to shave your face." ”

Bai Buxin lightly knocked the horse's pedal, and the horse slowly turned around. On the surface, Bai Buxin didn't move at all, as if the horse had turned around casually.

With the sound of hooves, Wei Qing is on the road. Behind him, the sun is rising,

At the same time, Gu Huairen was sitting in the study, his face was pale, and he was holding a letter in his right hand, but his hand was shaking so badly that he had to hold his right hand with his left hand, otherwise he couldn't see what was written on the letter at all.

This is Gu Weidong's second letter to his father.

In the previous letter, he told Gu Huairen that he was living well in the "Northland", well-fed, warmly dressed, and there were several female slaves waiting. The Jin army did not intend to kill him, not only did they not intend to kill him, but they also planned to give him a large sum of money and send troops to send him back. But there are two conditions: first, a batch of grain and grass; Second, I want Wei Qing's head!

Gu Huairen did not hesitate at all, and immediately replied to agree. He doesn't care about grain and grass, no matter how much grain and grass he has, it can't compare to a single hair of his son, as for Wei Qing's head, can it be compared to his son's head? In fact, he not only wanted Wei Qing's head, but also Wu Ming's head, if it weren't for Wu Ming, could his son be captured by Jin Jun? He had already written the paperwork, and when the war stopped for a while, he immediately promoted his son to General Dingyuan, but now, no matter how you say it, you can't promote a captured General Chang, right? So he had to kill Wu Ming, otherwise it would be difficult for him to get this tone right. Only, of course, it can't be now. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all knew that his son had been captured, and if he killed Wu Ming now, no matter what reason he found, he would definitely not be able to justify it. So he has to deal with Wei Qing first, and as for Wu Ming, well, he has already issued a commendation document.

In this letter, his son told him that Jin Jun respected him very much, and just for him, he brought fifty sacred camels from Mobei for him to see, and every day they brought up big fish, big meat, and delicacies from the mountains and seas. Not long ago, King Zuo Xian of the Jin Army personally gave him a mink coat. Gu Huairen frowned, he didn't want to see this, what he wanted to see was what kind of attitude the other party had towards his last reply. He hurriedly looked at the end of the letter, let out a long breath, and his face was finally normal.

Jin Jun agreed with his approach. Moreover, Wanyan Wushu also promised to send his son back first.

Gu Huairen didn't think that this was Jin Jun's integrity, he knew very well in his heart that his handwritten letter to Jin Jun was in their hands, and it was more threatening than his son, so Jin Jun didn't care about letting go of this hostage, if he didn't do what he promised, this letter would be his lifeline.

He sighed, scolded Wu Ming again in his heart, and then wrote a letter to the grain official An Ran, secretly ordering him to pack a batch of grain and grass, and only send a small number of guards to walk around the Nanhe River. As for Wei Qing, he has already issued an order to summon him to Beijing, and now Wei Qing should have already hit the road.

Wei Qing is indeed on the road. He had no intention of looking at the scenery around him, and his ears seemed to be ringing the drums of war from time to time. He hoped that he would go and come back quickly, at least, Gu Shangshu would never make him feel so cordial that he wanted to stay for a few more days.

Approaching the capital, there are more people on the road, and many people look at the capital's magnates wearing civilian clothes and going out of Beijing to enjoy the mountains and rivers. Although the clothes looked ordinary, the bunch of entourage, the proud look on his face had already revealed his identity and status.

At present, the war is tight, and it is naturally not good for high-ranking officials to travel with great fanfare, but not to travel, of course, is not good for the physical and mental health of adults, so a group of high-ranking officials almost unanimously chose the way of traveling in civilian clothes, wearing civilian clothes, leaving the capital to play in the suburbs of Beijing, which is much more low-key.

Wei Qing carefully took the horse to prevent a conflict with these people. These people may seem normal, but if you do accidentally run into them, your next experience will be unusual.

There seemed to be something on the side of the road not far ahead, and people passing by walked around it.

Wei Qing pulled the reins of the horse again. He didn't want anything to go wrong on the road.

When he was close, Wei Qing realized that there was actually a person lying there.

There was only one tattered piece of clothing on his body, and underneath the clothes was a body covered with sword wounds. One of his legs was rotten, one of his hands had long since been broken, and his dusty face had taken on a bloodless pale. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and it looked like he wouldn't have much to live.