(Ahem, embarrassed, I didn't pay attention to setting the wrong time, sorry, sorry.) ）

Xiangguo Mansion.

There was a heavy snowfall just a few days ago, and traces of snow cover can still be seen in Xiangguo's mansion.

In the dark corner, a little snow is like a decoration, embellishing a little freshness for Xiangguo's mansion.

Li Hao walked into the courtyard, and a beautiful young woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and slightly powdered immediately greeted her with a happy face, it was the former Cai Wenji little Lori.

A year ago, the two got married at the urging of Lu Bu.

After more than a year of nourishment by Li Hao, Cai Wenji has become more and more beautiful, like a fairy descending to earth. Although Cai Wenji now has less of the youth and elegance of little Lori, she has a little more tenderness and charm of a young woman.

Li Hao responded with a smile: "There is Lao Yan'er." ”

Cai Wenji looked a little excited, stepped forward to take off her cloak for Li Hao, and said with concern: "Husband, are you okay for the past two months?" ”

Li Hao thought of this trip to the Moon Palace to accompany Chu Nangong, and his mood was still a little calm.

He smiled and said, "Good, it's not just good, it's just great." ”

Li Hao said, wrapped his arms around Cai Wenji's slender willow waist, took her delicate body with a fragrant fragrance into his arms, and said with a smile: "Where did you go for your husband this time?" ”

Cai Wenji saw that Li Hao was in a good mood and became interested.

She frowned slightly, and pondered: "There is still ice and snow on Lang Jun's body, and the snow has stopped in Luoyang for two days, so Lang Jun should be from the north, or from the northwest." ”

Li Hao hugged the sexy and seductive body of the beauty, looked at her serious and delicate face, and couldn't help but move his index finger in his heart.

He leaned over and kissed Cai Wenji's serious face, and laughed: "Haha, Lang Jun didn't go to the West, but to the heavens and to the Moon Palace. ”

Cai Wenji was stunned and said, "Moon Palace? ”

Seeing her stunned cute appearance, Li Hao couldn't help but smile and said, "Let's go, wait until you get to the room, and give your husband a good explanation for you." ”

When Cai Wenji heard this, her pretty face immediately turned red.

She didn't know Li Hao's plans, but Cai Wenji was an ordinary woman who had never practiced, how could she be Li Hao's opponent. In the faint resistance and coquettishness, Cai Wenji was half-pushed and half-hugged into the room in the backyard by Li Hao.

Not to mention that Li Hao's house is full of spring breeze, and the voice of the yellow bird is shy and moving, but at this time, the northern Xiongnu royal court has ushered in different guests.

Since the Southern Xiongnu were attached to the Han Dynasty, they have been gradually sinicized.

Although they still maintain relative independence, they still have to act according to the faces of the Han people many times, and even the abolition of the Xiongnu king has to obey the arrangements of the imperial court.

Of course, that was when the Han dynasty was strong and there was no civil strife.

Since the frequent civil strife in the Han Dynasty and the initiative of the Kwantung princes to lead the Xiongnu into the customs, the Southern Xiongnu gradually broke away from the control of the imperial court, and even plagued the border with other tribes and ransacked all parts of the border passes. At the same time, the Kwantung princes also clashed with the Xiongnu tribes and other tribes from time to time.

And if you want to say the biggest force in the north, the Southern Xiongnu is undoubtedly one of them.

However, since four years ago, 100,000 people of the Southern Xiongnu rebelled and killed Shan Yu Qiangqu, because he was worried that Shan Yu's son Yu Fuluo would retaliate against the people after inheriting the throne, so he set up the Marquis of Xubu Bone as Shan Yu.

It's just that the Marquis of Xubu Gudu died of illness in the second year of inheriting Shan Yu, and the power of the Southern Xiongnu was subsequently attributed to the old king. Because of this incident, although the Southern Xiongnu still seem to have no change on the surface, in fact, they have been separated from each other, and their strength has weakened a lot.

Now, the Southern Xiongnu royal court has welcomed a special guest.

The huge tent is richly decorated, mostly decorated with gold and silver, and the end is magnificent. The ground is covered with thick fur, and it is as comfortable as stepping on the clouds.

Lao Wang's beard is white, his face is full of time scales, and deep wrinkles seem to describe his complicated life. He sat upright, and although he was old, he was in good spirits. At least for ordinary Huns, Lao Wang's age of approaching seventy is already a super old birthday star among the Huns.

In the middle of the tent was a stout young man dressed in a sleeveless hide.

Although it was cold, he was thinly dressed, and his muscular arms were exposed to the air, as if he could not feel the biting cold of the outside world.

The young man put his right arm on his chest, bowed down and said, "The Tagu tribe's Zuoxian King Zamuhe has seen the old king. ”

"The Tagu tribe." Lao Wang's eyes condensed slightly, and he repeated slowly.

They knew much more about the Tagu tribe, much more than Li Hao knew. At least in the eyes of Li Hao and others, it is still a rumor that is true or false, but Lao Wang already knows its truth or falsehood.

It was precisely because he understood the horror of the Tagu tribe that Lao Wang hurriedly asked the Han for help.

Because he understood, very well understood, that with the current Southern Xiongnu alone, it was impossible and impossible to resist the attack of the Tagu tribe.

At this time, when he heard that the other party was actually King Zuo Xian of the Tagu tribe, even the old king couldn't help but be shocked.

King Zuoxian was an extremely noble title among the Xiongnu and was often used as a crown prince.

Lao Wang looked at the young man in front of him, his face was not handsome or ugly, but simple and full of masculinity. Its bronzed skin shimmered strangely in the light, like a metal forged and full of power.

Lao Wang was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "King Zuo Xian is really brave and courageous, so he is not afraid that he will not be able to leave my royal court." ”

When King Zuo Xian heard this, he fell silent.

The atmosphere in the tent also became extremely heavy.

The surrounding guards and royal nobles all looked sideways, as if they wanted to see the appearance of Zuoxian King Zamuhe begging for mercy in fear. It's just that to their disappointment, Zamuhe didn't have a look of fear, but at the same time, he didn't look angry.

He behaved very calmly, calm like an ancient well, making people unable to figure out the depths.

After a short silence, Zuo Xian Wang Zhamuhe squinted at everyone indifferently and said indifferently: "I alone is enough to level your royal court!" ”

It was quiet, and there was a dead silence in the tent.

Everyone looked at Zamuhe, who looked calm, as if they wanted to see if he was crazy or crazy.

Alone, stepping on the royal court!?

Although the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu did not gather all the tribal soldiers, there were also forty or fifty thousand elite warriors. And because the Southern Xiongnu were a horse people, most of their tribes were cavalry, so tens of thousands of soldiers were enough to fight against hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of ordinary foot soldiers.

At this time, hearing the words of Zuoxian King Zha Muhe, everyone was not even angry, some were just funny and mocking.

"Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous. A boy who doesn't have any hair dares to say that he steps on a flat ..... alone" A Southern Hun nobleman smiled and leaned back.

But before he could finish speaking, the Zamuhe in the center of the tent suddenly disappeared.

Blood flew and skulls rolled off.

Before everyone could react, the laughing Southern Xiongnu nobles had already fallen to the ground and died.

And Zamuhe, standing behind him, still had that indifferent look on his face.