(It's my birthday, today, hehe, I have a feeling of disbelief.) Thank you for your company! ）

Xiongnu Post House.

Zhelan Hou Huaien hid in the room, looking at a picture of a lady in front of him with blank eyes, her expression was a little surprised and a little confused, the woman in the painting was not the tall Princess Loulan, but a Central Plains woman wearing a skirt and a gentle expression.

"Mother, you said, my father Weishenme must let me marry that Loulan princess, I don't like it at all, what I like is a gentle, lovely, good-tempered, and amiable Central Plains woman." Wynne sighed and muttered to himself, an abnormal flush on his fair face, which made his whole person look a little more charming.

Zhelan tribe.

It is one of the Xiongnu tribes who have just migrated from the south of the desert to the Yanzhi Mountains and Juyanhai, as the first tribe to support Maodun, the Zhelan Department was richly rewarded by the royal court after the father of Maodun Shi became the big single Yu, and the Hexi Corridor area was the newly occupied rich land of the Xiongnu, and then became the grazing land of the Zhelan tribe.

Unlike the bold and strong eldest brother, the second prince of the Right Xian King, Huai'en, was born to him and a Qin woman who came captively, perhaps because of this, Huai'en's personality is a little mother-like, some weak and sensual, and the women he likes are also biased towards the more maternal Central Plains women, rather than the fiery and straightforward Western Regions or Xiongnu women.

This time, Wynne was forced to come by King Youxian.

The importance of the location of the Loulan Kingdom, as well as the wealth accumulated by the kingdom itself for more than 100 years, made the Huns salivate. The marriage between Huaien and An Qinglan was the first step in the Xiongnu's attempt to annex Loulan.

First make it a vassal state of the Great Xiongnu, then take control of Loulan's army, and then launch a coup d'état to kill the prince who has dissenting intentions for the Huns, and then support an obedient one to come to power. After a few years of operation, the Huns were able to completely let the name Loulan disappear in the long river of history.

Wynne was feeling sorry for himself.

This sentimental Xiongnu Zhelanhou still doesn't know that an attack on him and the Xiongnu mission is in full swing.

――。

The entrance of the post house.

An Qinglan was furious, her pale blue eyes were full of anger, and in front of her, a nearly fifty-year-old, obese Hun envoy was looking at her in a daze.

"Hey, you old man, go and tell Prince Zhelan to come out. Just say, I, I have something to say to him. An Qinglan was stared at by the old man in front of her, and she almost raised her whip to whip someone.

"Princess, I'm afraid the prince is still taking a nap at this time, and there is no way to see you, if you are really in a hurry, it is better to wait in the post house first." The Xiongnu envoy was not angry, and approached An Qinglan's chest. They stared at the towering place as if they were measuring its height and latitude.

"You, who are you? Dare to call the shots for the prince? An Qinglan glanced at the old man of the Huns in disgust and asked.

"Hey, hey. Princess, you asked the right person, I am Zong Rida, the right supervisor of the Zhelan tribe, and I am mainly responsible for the marriage between the prince and the princess, and there are some things. If the husband is in a hurry, you might as well find an old man. The old man smiled lewdly and said.

"Zongrida. What kind of thing are you, go and report to His Royal Highness the Prince, just say that I, An Qinglan, want to see him, immediately, immediately. An Qinglan said angrily.

Zong Rida was unceremoniously scolded by the woman in front of him, the unnatural look on his face flashed, his eyes rolled, and he said: "The princess is going to be angry, this prince estimates that it is time to get up at this time, the old man will go to report back, you wait for a while." After that, the Hun warriors around Zong Rida made a look, that is, they quietly retreated.

An Qinglan didn't care about Zong Rida's small actions, although the post house was controlled by the Huns, but it was still in Loulan City, her safety should be no problem, unless the Huns jumped over the wall in a hurry and wanted to fall out with Loulan, judging from the current situation where the Huns want to marry, this possibility is basically not.

This kind of waiting, that is, from the west of the sun, until sunset, waiting in the post house for two hours, and did not see a shadow of Huai'en, An Qinglan's mood was extremely bad, several times she wanted to throw her sleeves away, but she was always blocked by the treacherous Zong Rida.

According to Zong Rida's explanation, Prince Huai'en was first grooming, then dressing, and then eating, and when An Qinglan ran away, Zong Rida smiled fiercely and ordered the Hun warriors to tie up the Loulan princess, and then prepare to escort Huai'en into the house.

Raw rice only gives off a sweet smell when it is cooked into rice.

Zong Rida is not a soft-hearted crime, with his old and sophisticated eyes, he can see early on that An Qinglan has no interest in Prince Huaien, and in the earlier competition scene, the eye interaction between An Qinglan and Li Zhongxiang, Zong Rida also saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

An Qinglan, this Loulan princess came to the door this time, it is very likely that she is looking for Huai En for a showdown, which is absolutely unacceptable to the Hun mission, in this case, Zong Rida decided not to do anything, preemptively, An Qinglan and Huai En were locked in one room, he didn't believe it, lonely men and widows together, nothing would happen.

"Let me go, you Hun bandits, brutes, and scoundrels." While struggling, An Qinglan shouted and scolded Zong Rida and other Huns. It's just that her scolding doesn't have any effect at all for those indifferent Huns.

The upper room of the post house.

Huai En looked at An Qinglan who was pushed into the room in surprise, and in addition to recognizing her as Princess Loulan, Huai En nodded coldly at the brocade couch behind the desk, and then continued to look at the picture of the lady hanging on the wall in a daze.

"Who is she?" An Qinglan asked curiously. Women are always born with the psychology of gossip, just now being treated roughly by the Huns, An Qinglan was still a little afraid in her heart, and now she saw that Huai En was soft and weak, like a shy teenager, and immediately her courage became strong again.

"She, she is my mother, a native of Qin, she can play the flute, beat the chime, and compose music." Huaien excitedly said that in the Xiongnu tribe, no one would listen to his story, for the Huns, a forcibly captured woman is just a tool to vent sexual desire, there is no need to talk about it at all.

"And where is she?" An Qinglan was a little confused by Huai'en's words, she never expected that the prince of the Xiongnu Zhelan tribe would be such a weak and deceitful appearance.

"She died, when I was seven years old." Wynne's good-looking eyes darkened, and he said. He still remembers how his biological mother died, this weak and beautiful woman was captured in a battle between the Zhelan tribe and another powerful tribe in the steppe, and then committed suicide unwilling to accept the humiliation. Perhaps it is precisely for this reason that Huaien has a good impression of the woman in the Central Plains.

An Qinglan didn't expect that the second prince of the Xiongnu Zhelan tribe had such a sentimental appearance and temperament, which made her nervous heart relax.

Such a man is a teenager who has not yet grown up.

"Wynne, can you let me out?" An Qinglan lowered her voice and asked. The plump body leaned diagonally towards Wynne, but it startled Wynn and retreated.

"The right warden watches closely, even I can only walk back and forth in the post house at noon for a while, and if I want to go out, there are warriors guarding the door." Wynne shook his head and replied.

"Then you can't help my sister think of a solution?" An Qinglan sighed lightly towards Huai En and said.

"This, there's really nothing I can do about this, I'll even go to the bathroom." Wynne blushed and replied in embarrassment.

"Phew, what kind of man are you, you don't even have freedom, and you still want to marry me An Qinglan, don't even think about it?" An Qinglan was so angry by Huai'en's cowardice that she couldn't do it, and said angrily.

"Princess, I really didn't want to, really, I didn't want to marry you." Huai En hurriedly argued, An Qing Lan Shicai's fierceness made him a little unbearable, most of the women on the grassland are this kind of straightforward and loving personality, Huai En may have seen too much, but there is no sympathy in his heart.

An Qinglan was so angry that Huai En was very "honest", although she could guess Huai En's thoughts, but being clearly rejected in person still made An Qinglan, who was the princess of Loulan Kingdom, feel upset and depressed for a while.

"Li Zhongxiang, if you don't come tonight, I won't forgive you if I die." An Qinglan, who was depressed, was so angry with Huai Enmu that she couldn't do it, and then she had to hate the imaginary person in her heart.

――。

The twentieth day of the first month.

The moonlight hid into the depths of the thick clouds early, and such a night was an extremely rare good weather for the people in the Loulan area.

There's nothing wrong with that.

The gathering of clouds means that God is about to bestow a rain, which is a great day to celebrate for the country of Loulan, which is located on the edge of the desert and can only rely on the torrent of the Peacock River in the rainy season.

Bai Guangji and Li Zhongxiang led thirty-eight envoys of the Qin State to mingle with the crowd of singing and dancing, and slowly approached the post house in the east of the city.

"Zhong Xiang, you take ten people around the edge of the Peacock River. Then find a secluded place to hide, and when the shouts of killing sound on my side, you will rush into the backyard and shoot the prince of the Huns. Bai Guangji pressed the sword in his shirt and ordered Li Zhongxiang in a low voice.

"Lao Bai, I only need three people, and the rest will follow you. At the main gate, the Huns must be heavily guarded, and you are short of manpower. Li Zhongxiang shook his head and refused.

Assassinate.

This kind of jishu work is not something that can be done with a lot of people, on the contrary, once there are more people, it is very likely that the target will be exposed, and once it is besieged, then nothing jihua can be achieved.

"Okay, Zhong Xiang, for the sake of Daqin, let's do our best, drain every drop of blood in our bodies, and go!" Bai Guangji shouted hoarsely, led the team of dead soldiers under his command into the crowd, and went straight towards the Xiongnu Post House. (To be continued......)