Chapter Twenty-Three: Off the beaten path

A one-foot-long dagger plunges through the gap between the ribs and into the heart, and when the muscles are locked, it is difficult for blood to come out.

As long as the dagger is not removed, the little blood oozing from the edge of the wound is negligible.

He didn't say a word until the moment his life was gone, and the sharp knife pierced his heart, destroying his blood circulation in an instant, and making all his strength disappear in an instant.

And Kim Il-pan's chattering words made the other two completely relax their guard!

The Huns Yi Tu was ashamed of his shamelessness, and when he stood aside to look at the evil king, Huo Quai's slaughter of the clansmen was not pleasant.

Yang Wentong stood at the door of the hut with a folding fan, looking at the enthusiastic scene in front of him, he was full of emotion in his heart, the arrangement of the big shopkeeper was really reasonable, and only gave a glimmer of hope, so that the two enemies of life and death became friends who could be warmly embraced.

Yi Tu came to the two who were hugging, covered his face and knelt down, and was about to speak, when Jin Ilyan's long knife hit him the back of the head, his eyes turned black for a while, and then he fell to the ground softly.

Jin Riyan pushed away the corpse in disgust in Yang Wentong's surprised eyes, and spat on the corpse's face, and walked towards Yang Wentong with a knife.

Yang Wentong jumped into a tiger jump, immediately turned around and got into the thatched house, and shouted loudly: "I'm Han, you can't kill me!" ”

Kim Il-pan tied the door of the thatched hut from the outside, took out a fire fold, and shook it casually to ignite the thatch on the roof.

He didn't even bother to answer Yang Wentong's shouting.

As the fire gradually grew bigger, Yang Wentong finally began to feel that Jin Riyan was really going to kill him.

In the past two years, it was common for Han people to kill the Huns, and the incidents of the Huns hurting the Han people were rarely heard, and even if there were, the Huns would suffer extremely severe punishment from the Han Dynasty.

This has made many Han people forget that the Xiongnu were once the most tyrannical ethnic group in the world.

Seeing that the roof was on fire, Yang Wentong ran around the stone house like crazy, trying to find a place to escape.

Unfortunately, this stone house inherited the habit of building tents by the Xiongnu, and they did not have the habit of leaving windows.

If you want to get out, you have to go through the door.

People who can play folding fans, regardless of his level of knowledge, are all scholars in the end, as long as they are scholars, they are generally not good people, archery, fencing, horseback riding, and driving are all skills that must be known, and people who do not know these skills cannot call themselves scholars.

Yang Wentong saw that the flames on the roof were spreading, and he picked up a stone and smashed it heavily on the gate, although the gate was a little broken, Yang Wentong did not directly break through the gate and rush out, but picked up a big stone and smashed it on the door, and the gate was torn apart.

A white thing flew out of the hut, Jin Riyan's long knife slashed heavily on this white thing, the long knife just touched, Jin Riyan quickly dodged, turned into a sweep, only to hear a loud sound, the long knife swept on an iron sword, Yang Wentong, who was still sparkling in his hair, did not wait for Jin Riyan to stand firm, holding the long sword and crashing into Jin Riyan.

Jin Riyan turned sideways to let go of the iron sword, raised his elbow and hit Yang Wentong's nose hard, blood splashed, Yang Wentong screamed, fell to the ground, supported his body with his back, and supported Jin Riyan's stomach with both feet.

Kim avoided one foot, but the other kicked him in the crotch and had to take two steps back.

Yang Wentong stood up, didn't care about the collapsed nose, and hurriedly shouted: "I was sent by Gongzi Zhang." ”

Jin Riyan didn't seem to hear it, and pounced on Yang Wentong again, Yang Wentong yelled and turned around and ran.

An egg-sized stone roared from a distance, slamming into the crook of Yang Wentong's leg, and he fell to the ground with a pop, and before he could get up again, Jin Riyan's big foot was already on his neck.

A group of Hun women ran out from behind the mountain bag, and under the leadership of Hutu Wang Yan, they took the lead in tying up the Huns who were knocked unconscious by Jin Riyan, and the other part of the people kept pouring water on the thatched hut, and the flames on the thatched hut were quickly extinguished.

Yang Wentong was tied like a zongzi, closed his eyes in pain, he didn't care much about his life, and the first time he went out ended in failure, which made his heart full of frustration.

After the clothes on the corpse were stripped clean, they were thrown into a pit by the women, and they were buried in an instant.

Although her son's approach was far from the wishes of Hutu Wang Yan, after Jin Riyan made the matter, she chose to help her son destroy the body as soon as possible.

When Yi Tu woke up, he saw Yang Wentong's bloodstained face at first sight, instinctively struggled twice, and when he saw Jin Riyan's gloomy face, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

Yang Wentong still refused to give up, and looked up at Jin Riyan with great effort and said: "Zhang Gongzi has already arranged everything, as long as you stop now, we can still help you kill the Evil King, as long as you kill the Evil King, Zhang Gongzi promised to share half of his belongings with you!"

In this way, your people will be able to live a good life.

Think about it, how difficult it is to live a good life in Dahan, as long as you agree, it is nothing to die and be a fool. ”

Jin Riyan took the water bowl from Yaya's hand, took a sip of water and asked in a low voice, "Did Zhang Anshi send you, or did General Wei send you?" ”

Yang Wentong was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Is there a difference?" ”

Jin Riyan nodded and said, "There is a difference, if the prince sent you, it means that I have no choice at all."

If Zhang Anshi sent you, this matter becomes very interesting. “

Yang Wentong stared at Jin Riyan's face for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Zhang Gongzi sent me." ”

Jin Riyan said with a smile: "I guess it's the same, the prince will not do such a bad thing, only Zhang Anshi, a guy who has long become a businessman, will force me to do things regardless of my reputation." ”

Yang Wentong twitched his numb face and said ill-willedly: "How do you know that the prince doesn't know about this matter?" ”

Jin Riyan raised his head and thought for a while: "If you get rid of this little thing of the evil king, the prince and the prince will go out in person, how can my Great Hun fall into such a situation?" ”

Yang Wentong tried to squeeze out a smile and said: "This kind of thing is really not worthy of letting the prince come out, but don't you really want to kill the evil king?" ”

Jin Riyan sneered: "There are countless ways for Zhang Anshi to kill the Evil King, so you didn't ask him why he had to borrow my hand to kill the Evil King?" ”

Yang Wendao: "You will not cause a riot if you kill the Evil King." ”

Jin Riyan laughed and said: "You see, this is the reason, in order to protect himself, the evil king of Hun now begins to regard himself as a saint of the Huns, he pays to buy Hun slaves, and he pays to buy the land palace Huns to live in."

He even dedicated half of his family property to His Majesty, to win His Majesty's favor, and he even preached the good of the Han among the Xiongnu, and actively promoted the process of integrating the Xiongnu into the Han State.

It can be said that in order to protect himself, he will do everything he can.

At this time, the Hun Evil King was still of great use to His Majesty, and a group of Ziqian families led by Zhang Anshi had a black hand against the Hun Evil King because of a little financial loss.

The most shameless thing is that they don't dare to do it themselves, for fear that they will be held accountable by His Majesty after killing the evil king, so they will push me out as a scapegoat, and when the time comes, it will be nothing more than the Huns killing the Huns.

Zhang Anshi is not bad to me, after I kill the evil king, there is about a forty percent chance that he will not be executed by His Majesty, after all, the Huns who stayed in Chang'an still need a nominal king to control.

I give too much and get too little. “

Yang Wentong originally listened to Jin Riyan's speech, but when he heard the last sentence, he came to his senses, and hurriedly said: "Divide half of you, you must not feel less, half of the wealth is what you should take, and others will not have opinions." If there are too many, it will definitely hurt you, you should understand this. ”

Jin Riyan nodded and said, "It makes sense, you are an identity in the Yun Clan?" ”

Yang Wendao: "A certain family is Zhang Gongzi's staff, not a retainer of the Yun family. I just hope that one day I can run for the prince. ”

Jin Riyan used a knife to pick open the rope on Yang Wentong's body and said: "You go, tell Zhang Anshi, this is the last time I will be polite to him, and one more time, I will personally kill the money village and die with him!" ”

Yang Wentong slowly stood up and saluted Jin Riyan: "You might as well ......"

"Get out!"

Before Yang Wentong finished speaking, Jin Riyan's long knife was inserted into the open space between Yang Wentong's legs.

Yang Wentong stepped over from the long knife, and when he walked to the door, he raised his miserable face and smiled: "If I were you, I would really gamble." ”

After saying that, he quickly left, he didn't want to stay in this place for a moment, he thought that things that were nine out of ten would become like this, which was really frustrating.