Liu Yuan looked up at the sky, his arms outstretched, as if he was embracing the whole heaven and earth. Bathed in the sun, the whole body is golden, which looks sacred and mighty, which makes the people of the grassland present worship.

"The plough is lonely! Hold the plow alone! Feeling something, the surrounding nobles suddenly shouted in unison. As if a powder keg had been detonated, the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens had completely entered the climax stage, and the hundreds of thousands of people present gradually chanted along with it, and the momentum was overwhelming, and the heavy sound almost tore the sky.

The son of heaven, supporting the plough and being lonely, is the best interpretation of Liu Yuan at this moment. After sinking for so many years, the brothers can finally praise and shout their Shan Yu with confidence for "supporting the plow and being lonely".

Liu Yuan's face was calm and serious, and he didn't seem to be happy with the support of the people below, but the corners of his mouth hung up involuntarily, and his slightly confused gaze proved that his heart was not as calm as his face. Liu Yuan still enjoyed the hoarse chanting of hundreds of thousands of fans.

Lan Zhi, an old man, is a lot older, and he can't help himself excitedly at this time, raising his arms and shouting, no worse than the middle-aged and young generals around him.

Liu Yuan's eyes turned around his body a few times, and it was Lan Zhi who took the lead in shouting, and Liu Yuan paid special attention to his performance of "intoxicated". This old fox is about to become a refinement, and he can always guess a few points about his own thoughts!

The most direct impact of the Dragon City sacrifice to the sky is that the voices of many Xiongnu nobles and tribesmen are hoarse. It's rare to be crazy, and "supporting the plough and being alone" completely roared out the hearts of the Huns. After this, the centripetal force and cohesion of the "Xiongnu" were unprecedentedly improved, and many of the previous vanities were eliminated.

The rest of the forces who came to watch the ceremony had a clear understanding of Liu Yuan and the Xiongnu, the new king of the grassland, a generation of male lords, millions of people, tens of thousands of iron-blooded elites, and all the strength shown by the Xiongnu made them frightened. Everyone realized that another Xianbei was born, or that the "original Huns" had returned.

As soon as you stay in Longcheng, it is the near moon, and you can enjoy the scenery of Mobei. Cross the Xiongnu River in the west, climb Yanran Mountain, travel to the wolf in the east to live in Xu Mountain, and "pay respects" to the place where the champion Hou sacrifices to the heavens.

"Da Danyu, Longcheng has been my Xiongnu royal court since ancient times, you see, should we move the royal court from Meiji to the north!" In the huge and empty royal tent, Lan Zhi lowered his head slightly and asked Liu Yuan with a little temptation.

Liu Yuan was holding a volume of "Zuo Chuan" in his hand and reading vigorously, which was a richly packaged paper book with thick paper. It has been nearly a decade since the whim of craftsmen was recruited to improve papermaking. Originally, what was not difficult in Liu Yuan's opinion, it has not been realized after trying for so long.

Of course, so much time and energy have been invested, and a lot of "new paper" has also been created, such as "Zuo Chuan" in Liu Yuan's hand, but there is still a distance from the durability and large-scale popularization that Liu Yuan wants.

However, the process of making paper from bamboo is constantly improving, and it is not much longer than a breakthrough. After ten years of waiting, it is not bad for the next year or two, Liu Yuan is quite tolerant of this, and he does not criticize the craftsmen too much.

Putting away the books, Liu Yuan carefully looked at Lan Zhi who was standing in the tent, bowing slightly. This old guy is really old and strong, from Yiling's corpse to Shan Yu, Tu Te, Hu Zheng, all the way to Liu Yuan, and he is also an old minister who has really experienced the "Four Dynasties".

How many of his contemporaries of the old qualifications of the Hun nobles have turned into a handful of loess, not long ago, the Marquis of the Xubu clan also died of illness, only Lan Zhi, the older he gets, the more tough his body is.

Now, Liu Yuan is almost in his prime, and Lan Zhi's beard is also gray. Seeing that he was standing hard, he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Sit!" ”

"Thank you for the great plough alone!"

Listening to Lan Zhi's title, Liu Yuanzhi felt a little weird, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. These days, many people subconsciously use this honorific title for him.

Staring at Lan Zhi with his head turned his head, he was extremely uncomfortable, and after swallowing Xianbei, Liu Yuan's power became more and more impressive, and his every move could always put pressure on people.

Liu Yuan seemed to want to see through his thoughts, and moved the royal court back to Longcheng, a bitter cold place in the north of the desert. The overlord of the grassland is by no means the end of Liu Yuan's ambitions, Lan Zhi will not be unclear about his own thoughts, but now he asks this.

Tapping his fingers on the table when thinking has become a habit for Liu Yuan, and this time is no exception. One sound, one sound, sounded rhythmically in Lan Zhi's ears, Liu Yuan didn't speak, and cold sweat began to break out on Lan Zhi's forehead, and he suddenly realized that he was a little self-conscious.

After a long time, Liu Yuan suddenly laughed and asked Lan Zhi, "How is the expansion of Meiji City?" ”

"Got it!" Hearing Liu Yuan's question, Lan Zhi naturally responded with "acquaintance". Meiji expanded again, and Liu Yuan's intention to continue to regard it as a royal city was obvious.

The sky was bright, and the nobles and ministers who went north to Longcheng with Liu Yuan were summoned to the big tent, and as soon as Liu Yuan opened his mouth, many people's hearts tightened.

"In recent days, I have heard from time to time that many people in the entire Huns have a lot of ideas. Here today, I want to listen to it with my own ears, you may as well speak freely! ”

As soon as Liu Yuan said it with a smile on his face, the atmosphere in the tent became "weird", and the nobles were of different shapes and looked at each other, but no one answered Liu Yuan's words.

During these days, the Xiongnu can be described as "turbulent dark tide". Some of the manchurian remarks against Liu Yuan's arrangement of the Xianbei people were very loud, and the soldiers died in a hundred battles, but the rewards they received were not enough.

The great Xianbei has been swallowed up, and in the eyes of many noble generals, it is time to reward meritorious deeds. The difference is that it is no longer enough to reward them with gold and silver, slaves, cattle and sheep as before.

They want more slaves, more cattle and sheep, higher status, more power, and they want to be subordinate to their tribesmen.

Liu Yuan was strong and prestigious, and he did not dare to directly "ask for help" from Liu Yuan, so some people began to incite the generals and subordinates in a vain attempt to persecute Liu Yuan with public power.

There are many people in the Xianbei tribe who have conquered, and they are rewarded with some profits and nobles and meritorious soldiers, so that Da Dan can control and rule the Xianbei people. Such an argument is very marketable in the Xiongnu, and with the promotion of well-intentioned people, it has spread rapidly and has been supported by more and more people.

Some people have even considered for Liu Yuan how many military merits should be rewarded, how many households, how many slaves, how much pasture, and these details have been considered for Liu Yuan.

For these, Liu Yuan is self-aware of the fire, and he knows it in his heart, and he sits and watches it jump up and down, just to see who dances the most.

The purpose of convening the ministers this time is to temporarily knock on the "voice" from the lower levels, Liu Yuan attaches great importance to it, and he also has a headache. He knew that this time it would not be possible to do the same as before, and that he needed to pay some tangible benefits.

"Wan Qianjin, with the many merits you have made in following Ben Dan Yu in the past ten years, how many tribes do you think Ben Dan Yu should reward you? Is 10,000 households enough? No one in the tent spoke, Liu Yuan suddenly spoke, and his voice coldly reached Wan Qianjian's ears, making him tremble.