Behind the truth is often the truth.

The rhizome of this flower is dead, but the color is still bright red, and when you look at it in the light, the lines on the root stem are still clear, and it is covered with hair-like things, which are very prickly to the touch. Yan Eighteen had never seen a bellflower, and he hadn't even heard of it, but since he saw it for the first time, his vest was numb for a while.

"Bellflower, is it really Bellflower?"

The light in the big tent was dim, and the wind and snow outside the tent hit the closed tent curtain, making a sound of 'Pu la Pu La'. There are only two people in the tent, one is Yan Eighteen, and the other is not Hu Li, but Yan Eighteen's teacher Che Jing, as for Hu Li, he was taken down to rest by Yan Eighteen.

The bamboo slips were placed on the table, the bamboo pieces were already yellow and black, and a thing like flowers and grass was drawn on it, which looked very hideous. Che Jing also put the rhizome on the table, and carefully recognized it for a long time with a bronze thin-mouth lamp, but he really couldn't see the similarities between the two.

"It has been extinct for thousands of years, and no one knows what it looks like when it turns down. However, it is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not. Flowers and plants are ruthless, but people are even more ruthless. Fortunately, the snow in the far north froze to death. ”

"Who does the teacher think it will be?"

"Anyone is possible."

Che Jing rolled up the bamboo slips, put them in the bamboo tube, took out a new bamboo tube from his arms, stuffed the rhizome into it, and then carried the lamp, carefully checked the tabletop, confirmed that there was no trace of hair missing on it, and said while looking for it: "Yan Kingdom, Dayong, Qi Kingdom, and even distant Southern Chu." When the world turns away from love, greed grows. ”

The old Mo family began to preach again, but Yan Eighteen fell into contemplation, the teacher was right, anyone is possible, and it seems that the most likely is Yan Guo, but Yan Eighteen knows that if it is really a bell grass, then it will definitely not be Yan Kingdom, and the bell grass can cut off the breeding of life, but it itself reproduces very quickly, and it will grow along the river, cross the glacier, and come to Yan Country, so that Yan Country is digging its own grave.

Since it's not Yan Guo, who will it be?

Dayong? Dayong borders the south of Yan State, the Beidi people make a comeback, Zhong Fuli led a large army to invade, one south and one north, the timing between the two is almost the same, almost making Yan Kingdom fall into a situation of life and death, there is no such coincidence in the world, obviously, this is a conspiracy. Moreover, the messenger also admitted it.

Just imagine, the Yan State and the Beidi people fell into a war to the death, if the Yan State could not end the war before the fifteenth day of the first month, then, Dayong could completely tear up the covenant, and in turn accuse the Yan State of betraying the covenant, betraying the Great Zhou Dynasty, and turning his back on the people of the world, and at that time, it was the disaster of the Yan State. Because Yan Eighteen was one of the initiators of this alliance of princes, he couldn't stay out of it like Song Boyao. Even if he can exterminate the Beidi people before the fifteenth day of the first month, he will still have this worry, the Yan country has just experienced a turmoil, and the national strength has also declined, and then there is a death battle with the Beidi people, the Beidi people are not scarecrows, killing a thousand enemies, and they will inevitably injure themselves by eight hundred. The messenger also said that the Beidi people are fighting for survival, and it is conceivable that this battle must be tragic and unfounded. When the Yan Kingdom destroys the Beidi people, I'm afraid that the next one will be their turn. Of course, it won't be before the war, it will have to be after the war.

In this way, Dayong is the most suspicious.

That seems to be the case.

It seems like it's just a seem, and it's not the final answer.

If the Yan State and the Beidi people fight to the death, Dayong is indeed the direct beneficiary, but the indirect beneficiaries will be more, for example, the Qi State. This reason is very simple, Yan Eighteen doesn't need to think about it at all, Dayong is stronger than the Beidi people, and stronger than the Yan Kingdom. Yan and Beidi people compete, Dayong profits, but if Yan and Dayong fight, who will benefit? You can think of it with your toes, and the one who benefits must be the Qi State that wants to replace Dayong and dominate the world, although they have just changed a prince, but the national strength has not decayed, which is likely to be the biggest opportunity they have been waiting for for decades.

Nanchu is also possible, and it is the greatest possibility. The princes of the northern land are in a mess, and the biggest beneficiary is actually Southern Chu, perhaps, the frantic Chu Marquis will achieve his wish, run to Chaoge City, snatch Jiuding, snatch it to the south of the river, and announce to the people of the world, the destiny of heaven is mine, and I am the only king.

The truth is often hidden behind the fog.

What is terrible is not the flowers and plants, but the unknowable and unpredictable human heart.

It doesn't matter whether it is Dayong, Qi State, or Southern Chu, the important thing is that Yan Eighteen must see this fog clearly, not be swallowed by it.

This is the world of great controversy.

Winter is really cold, when the old Mo family shrunk their necks and walked out of the big tent, a gust of cold wind rushed in from outside the curtain, blowing Yan Shibai up and down his heart. The light looked at him from the side, dragging his shadow to the ground, oblique and long, and his eyes were as bright as snow, brighter and brighter. From his point of view, he could see just outside the tent, where a large group of lords waited, all like howling wolves, their eyes were hot, their chests were hot, and even the sword at their waist was hot. Yan Eighteen knew that as long as they gave an order, they would roar towards the north and tear apart the last Beidi people hiding behind the frozen castle, which was the supreme glory and the long-cherished wish of the Yan people for thousands of years. But he couldn't do that.

"The Yan Kingdom is not strong enough, and the time is not yet yet."

There was a tiger skin on the ground, which was brought by the messenger, and it was said to be a gift from the king of Beidi to Yan Eighteen. Will the Beidi people give me gifts? No, the Beidi people only think about how to swallow me in their stomachs.

Yan Eighteen shrunk his feet on the tiger skin, he was not wearing shoes, his feet were very white, white and smooth like a woman's feet, and they were very slender. Rubbing the warm fur, the frozen toes felt something. He picked up an iron rod and bucketed the coals in the basin, and the crimson coals suddenly burst into flames, almost burning his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, the messenger has arrived."

Just then, the messenger came, and another gust of cold wind poured in.

Yan Shibai frowned, tightened the tie collar around his neck, the fox fur he was wearing was very thick and wide, wrapping his whole person in it, he was wrapped in a fox fur quilt, sitting cross-legged on the tiger skin, only one head was exposed, and he looked very funny. However, he didn't care at all, his father, the world-famous Swallowbeard, had taught him that as a powerful prince, he didn't have to care about his appearance at all, and he didn't have to care about other people's opinions at all. Now he had learned that he held in his hands a shuddering power, and power was the symbol of majesty, the only symbol.

"Sit."

Yan Shibai pointed to the opposite side of the tiger skin, and the moment he raised his hand, the flames on the case flickered.

Hu Li sat down opposite Yan Eighteen, pressed his knees, pressed his heels with his buttocks, held his chest up, but lowered his head slightly, he was the messenger of the King of Beidi, but he was not the King of Beidi after all, and when he looked at the King of Ten Thousand Vehicles, both his momentum and aura were insufficient.

"The Yan and the Beidi people are feuding, this hatred is stronger than blood, there are corpses of the Yan and Beidi people buried under every inch of land in the Yan country, and war is inevitable."

Yan Eighteen paused, he was looking at Hu Li, this messenger was a few years older than him, his eyebrows were very straight, there were a few fine sweats rolling on the sides of his nose, and his hand pressing his knees was also slightly curled, revealing the nervousness in his heart. Yan Shibai was very interested in Hu Li, not because of Hu Li's nervousness, but because of his eyes, even at this time, his eyes still carried that deep sadness. This is not like an emissary, but like a scholar, how could Zhong Fuli choose him to do such a thing? Well, maybe it is in this way that he can gain the trust of the Beidi people. Zhongfu is away, old fox.

"But it's not the time."

Huli is indeed very nervous, as we all know, the hatred between the Yan people and the Beidi people has been for a thousand years, it is not ten years, a hundred years, but a thousand years, countless blood and hatred are glued together, and even the glacier will be boiled by it.

'The glacier will never dry up, and the Beidi people will never perish. ’

Hu Li reminded himself in his heart, raised his hand, and gave Yan 18 a heavy salute: "Hatred comes from the land on which they live, and for the sake of the land, the Yan people and the Beidi people have formed a thousand-year-old grudge. Nowadays, although it is not for the land, it is for the survival of a deeper level than the land. A prince is the king of a country, and any one action will determine the life and death of thousands of people. ”

After speaking, Hu Li raised his head and looked directly into Yan Shibai's eyes, no longer dodging, and no longer nervous. Negotiation is a proposition of choice, no matter how fancy its means, the ultimate point will only be one, choice.

"Hate, or, survive."

This is really a difficult choice, Yan Shibai wrapped the fox fur on his body more tightly, but with a smile on his face: "When the spring flowers bloom, will the Beidi people withdraw from the frozen castle and retreat to the outside of the Wolf Tooth Valley?" ”

Huli shook his head and said, "No." In the eyes of the Beidi people, the land of the Yan people was taken from them, and the Beidi people would not abandon it. ”

Yan Shibai thought for a while, and then asked, "What kind of person is Ji Ji?" Why didn't he come? If I remember correctly, the Beidi clan is the surname of the White Wolf King. ”

Hu Li replied: "The king of Beidi is a Di man, but also a warrior, and a proud warrior is not a competent messenger. ”

"Aren't you afraid that I'm also a warrior? Will cut off your head and sacrifice the flag. ”

Yan Eighteen narrowed his eyes.

"Huli has already died once. Therefore, Huli is willing to gamble once, with one head to bet thousands of heads. Although Huli is not a businessman, let alone a gambler, he also knows that the bet is worth it. ”

The fox pulled his hands together, grabbed his plush sleeves, and slammed towards Yan Eighteen.

"Fox?"

Yan Shiba's eyes narrowed more and more, his eyes were very beautiful, even if they narrowed into a slit, they were still clear and bright: "You are not a cunning fox. Go back and tell Ji Ji that this is the land of Yan Kingdom, and I will only temporarily let his head continue to grow on his neck. And this time, even if it is to respect the benevolence of the White Wolf King. ”