Hearing the bell, the troubles are light, the wisdom is long, Bodhi is born, leaving hell, out of the fire kang, willing to become a Buddha and save all sentient beings.

The monks on the bell tower in the front yard chanted in unison before ringing the morning bell.

Princess Yicheng slowly opened her eyes and straightened up on the futon.

"Dachen Wei Chengye, pay homage to the princess."

On the futon two steps away beside her, a young man dressed as a shepherd of earth and a thorn spoke loudly after the first bell rang.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

The bell rang more and more urgently, just like Princess Yicheng's indignant mood at the moment.

Her mother country, her relatives, married her far away from a foreign country and indirectly killed her husband.

Now she endures the humiliation of marrying her stepson, life is better than death, and these people come to visit in the name of their mother country, just want her to mediate with her stepson and rebuild the friendship between the two countries.

She gritted her teeth for a long time, and squeezed a question from between her teeth:

"I heard that the youngest son of King Lin became the emperor?"

"Yes, Your Majesty is heroic and heroic, and he has cried many times when he heard that his aunt has been alone outside the Cyprus for decades."

Cheng Ye saw the hatred on the other party's face, and tried his best to suppress the impetuousness that was spawned by the rapid bell.

The bell struck eighteen times in a hurry, and began to become extremely soothing, and the interval between the two bells made the air unusually quiet.

"Heh, he's not a mediocre talent, he knows that he relies on your uncle, and he came up with the idea of rebuilding a mutual market with Tu Xilu."

Princess Yicheng snorted coldly, but she easily told Cheng Ye's intention, which made Cheng Ye speechless for a while.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess is in the whirlpool, and she should know best that at present, the only thing you can rely on for you and your beloved son is still the mother country of Dachen. Dachen and the princess are the ones who depend on each other...... The relationship between glory and loss. ”

Cheng Ye instinctively lowered his voice and inadvertently swept over the Tu Xi servants behind him.

Uncle said that the sound of the bell would be an excellent way to cover up the secret words of the two, after all, for Princess Yicheng, it was extremely abnormal to speak Chinese with anyone in the Guanyin Temple in front of a foreign servant.

Seeing Princess Yicheng's silent expression on the side face, Cheng Ye sighed in his heart, and had to continue to recite these words:

"Tuxi Law and Dachen are friendly with each other at this time, and the princess and her son will be treated better in Tuxi Law."

He added, looking up again to check the other man's face.

Uncle said that although this is a cliché, it is also the most pertinent truth, which is much more useful than talking about family affection and the honor and disgrace of the royal family.

In the gentle bell, Princess Yicheng's voice was also soothed, but her face was even more gray and old.

"Go back and tell Lin Shifan that the old woman knows the stakes and will try her best."

The bell rang a little faster, and the sound of the "bell" pulsated in sync with the heartbeat in the human body, and both of them put away their impetuous or sad moods.

"Uncle said that although Moduo Khan has no great ambitions, he has the vision of the lord of success, and after weighing the pros and cons, he will definitely choose to exchange markets with Dachen and recuperate with the people."

Shifan's original words were that since King Lamulun was difficult to win, he had to say that King Tongtiele and Princess Yicheng supported the resumption of the mutual market.

In addition to these important figures, there is only the last King of Ulle left in the four major royal families of Tuxilu, who was originally the uncle of Moduo, who sealed the land in the bitter cold realm of the north, and was the tribe with the least sense of existence in Tuxilu, with only 20,000 soldiers under him.

And according to the righteous tip, the only son of King Lamulun has also been in close contact with King Ul.

It's hard to guess what these two can do.

"Your uncle is right, Modo is a kind child."

I don't know when the bell I heard in my ears had become more and more agitated again, and the corners of Princess Yicheng's lips curved slightly, and a bleak but sincere smile appeared on her face like dew in the grass, and disappeared suddenly.

On the fourth day of the lunar month, after lunch, gray snow particles fell in the sky, and Lin Shifan secretly sneaked with Wei Chengye to the largest horse market in Tuxilu, east of Quanshang City.

The two of them walked around a horse farm, admired the famous horses of various breeds, and after changing their mounts, they went around the horse market twice, and then came to a decadent courtyard under the guidance of the sentry posts that Jiang Yuyi had sown everywhere in advance.

Hidden in the dusty and cobwebbed door frame is a remnant of a stone tablet with the words "national medicine" vaguely written in Chinese characters and Tuxi characters.

Feng Chay, dressed as a shepherd in the costume of a shepherd, walked out of the small courtyard, greeted the two of them and stood outside the door.

The courtyard was empty, that is, even the decayed grass was only a scattered ash left, presumably caused by the herdsmen and horse dealers who came and went to keep warm here.

The howling north wind swept up the gray snowflakes, and a man stood against the wind, his long black hair flying on his chest, and a pair of gray-green eyes were hidden in the hair, like a demon.

"Marshal Lin, long time no see."

Cheng Ye, who had just entered the tent, barely suppressed the horror in his heart, and stood beside Lin Shifan with a restrained voice.

"Alan, let's go see Modo Khan tomorrow."

As if asking for help from an old friend, Shifan went straight to the point and said his intentions.

Cheng Ye took a deep breath and once again concealed his surprise.

Ah Lan, born with green eyes and double eyes, is the chief witch doctor under the seat of the old Khan of Tuxilu.

Legend has it that six years ago, he died violently due to the failure to treat the old Khan, and was convicted by the king of Lamulun, claiming that he had murdered the khan by using witchcraft, exterminated 52 members of the Alan clan, and plundered his wife and daughter as slaves.

On the day of the annihilation, Ah Lan was saved from disaster by going to the mountains overnight to find medicine for the old khan.

After that, there was a large-scale search in the territory of Tuxilu, and even the pursuit documents were transmitted to the territory of Dachen, but Ah Lan and his people were not found.

"Of course, I had to hide in the Dachen army back then, and I endured humiliation and burdens for the sake of today."

Only when he looked at him closely, he could find that it was probably because of the great hatred that had been hidden in his heart for many years, Ah Lan looked very old, and his expression was gloomy, which made Cheng Ye think of the Fu system who was also in disharmony for no reason, and the two of them looked a little similar.

"In the past six years, Jinglin and I have assisted Yuyi in searching for the whereabouts of the rest of your clan in Tuxilu, only to know that you still have a daughter, who was sold to a team of Dachen's horse dealers by King Lamulun three years ago, and then disappeared."

Shi Fan took a deep breath, the news reported by Yu Yi back then still made him feel palpitations.

The daughter of Ah Lan was abused and mutilated by the son of Lamulun for many years, because of her strong temperament, she bit Yegai's throat after an insult.

The green-eyed demon woman licked the blood on her mouth and laughed wildly to the sky, and the Tuxi lawyer, who believed in the cause and effect of reincarnation, was frightened by this scene, so she hurriedly found a horse team of Dachen to sell this "man-eating witch", in a vain attempt to transfer the evil disaster to Dachen.

Since then, Tuxilu has talked about witch doctors all over the country, and everyone is afraid of witches like tigers.

"It's inconvenient for Ah Lan to go out to find her daughter's whereabouts, so I'm here to beg Marshal Lin to find her, Ah Lan has the only thing to do in his last life."

The tall body slowly knelt down, and Shi Fan took a few steps to help him up and agreed again and again.

After getting up, Ah Lan turned his back and looked silently at the few dilapidated houses in the depths of the courtyard that had not yet completely collapsed.

Shifan and Chengye saw that he had the intention of expelling guests, so they quietly turned around and left.

The cold wind behind him wrapped in ice particles and sighed deeply:

"The old khan has respected me and believed in me all his life, and now I am going to take people from foreign countries to kill his royal family—Lord Lin will also look down on people like Ah Lan who have no country and no king?"

Shi Fan turned his head and looked deeply at his Ling Feng's back, and it was difficult to hide the sadness on his face:

"Ah Lan is too obsessed - there are other people who have no country and no king!"

Walking outside the courtyard, Feng Zhuzhu whispered softly in Shifan's ear.

Shi Fan turned sideways in surprise, and asked with joy in his eyes:

"Really?"

Feng Zhu also smiled:

"Yes, just look at the eyes and bones, and it's the man."

"Don't make a noise yet, after rescuing the people, they will be properly settled, and I will deal with them when I return to Beijing."

"Yes."

Shifan put on his hood, beckoned to Cheng Ye and rode away.

At the street intersection behind him, in the crowd of people who returned to the tent one after another, a black dress flashed, and disappeared into the crowd.