Chapter 167 Internal turmoil

Clear skies, where have you gone?

Rainbow after rain, where did you go?

Holy Snow Mountain, where did you go?

Where have you gone to the songs of the past?

O sleeping people,

Wake up!

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The Mongolians who drank the wine, each of them was a singer, and his sad and low Mongolian long tune made Sun Chuanting can't help but leave tears.

Sun Chuanting, who was in tears, poured more violent wine into the cup in front of Bad Erdeni.

"You're the heir of the Golden Family?"

Bart Erdeni nodded sadly and shamefully.

"What's there to be ashamed of?" People like Sun seem to be born to talk to these ambitious people.

"There is a legend in our Central Plains that there is a big bird in the Loess Mountain, which does not fly for three years, and does not call for three years. But when the opportunity came, the first time it chirped, everyone was amazed, and the first time it flew, it flew above the nine heavens. ”

Bart Erdeni had drunk a little too much, but his eyes were shining.

"I just hope it's still too late for this bird to fly."

Sun Chuanting laughed.

"It's in time, it's time to do it. As long as you are young, it will always be in time. But, dear Bart, we can't wait. I can't bear to deal with the Gasulun patriarch anymore, and I don't want to smell the decay of the dying man anymore, and I don't want to see his greedy old face again. ”

He threw the glass onto the table, causing the aromatic liquor to turn into a blue flame on the stove.

"You don't think I'm going to show up, I'd rather sit in the carriage than put up with the old guy of Patriarch Gasulun. Every time, I sneak the best goods back to my tent. By the way, I want to tell you that the silver head that the shopkeeper promised you to give to Miss Geril can only be next time. He accidentally let the Patriarch of Gasulun see the jewelry, and the old immortal said that he was of great use. ”

Sun Chuanting didn't look at Bart, he knew that his words had been inserted into the heart of this young man on the prairie like a knife.

Just as they began to plot the Duoyan tribe, the patriarch of Gasurun was sent to the tent of Geril by a glass of spring wine.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Barth's permeating laughter was like a wolf howling on the prairie, and his white teeth oozed a cyan glow.

"No, tell the king's treasurer that I, Bart, will never need to take a pair of silver again. Geril has been brought into his tent by the patriarch! ”

With a sound of winter, Bart slammed the hammer on the wine table.

"How is this possible!" Sun Chuanting jumped up in surprise, but mainly because he didn't want the food splashed on the table to stain his green shirt.

"Aren't you and Geril the next generation of Duoyan, a beautiful girl is not worthy of a heroic young man, how can the race grow? Doesn't the Duoyan tribe need hordes of children and a future anymore? ”

Bart doesn't know what the future of the race is, and he doesn't know what the future of Duoyan is. There was only a raging flame in his heart.

He also tried to control the flames, but every glass of wine entered his throat as if oil had been poured on a fire.

"I'm going to kill Gasuren! I'm going to kill Gasurun. ”

"Don't, according to the rules of the Mongols, if you want to kill the patriarch, you will be buried in the earth and trampled by hundreds of horses. I don't have any friends on the prairie, but you're one of the few. Without you, the prairie wouldn't be interesting to me. ”

After Sun Chuanting finished saying this, he secretly decided in his heart that he must ask His Majesty the Emperor for some compensation in the future.

"Even if we have no less than a thousand gold coins every time, but in the hearts of our Ming people, how can gold have friends and be valuable. To tell you the truth, if the same old thing is still there next year, I don't want a thousand gold coins on the ground. Look at it, look at it, what else does the Duoyan tribe have now? ”

"Less than thirty young adults, more than two hundred women and children, what else."

Yes, Sun Chuanting cheered up Bad Erdeni. It is the big tribes that have to enforce the laws of Mongolia, and who can enforce the laws of your small tribe. Who can bury you in the ground?

I just don't know if Bart Erdeni understands it.

"For the sake of Geril, I'm going to kill Gasurun."

Yes, Sun Chuanting felt that he had just said it in vain, and he also felt that he had not said it in vain.

"Drink, drink. The next time you go to Xuanfu, remember that you must come to the Four Seas Restaurant. Where do we have the prettiest girls, the sharpest knives, and the strongest wines? ”

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Bart Erdeni smiled.

"How can there be the most beautiful girl, the most beautiful girl can only be found on the grassland."

"Do you look down on me?"

Sun Chuanting pretended to be angry, pulled out a dagger in a leather sheath from behind him and threw it in front of Bart Erdeni. When Bart grasped it in his hand, he knew that it was a precious sword, more than twice as heavy as his best dagger.

Pulled out of the leather scabbard, the entire blade surface glows with a metallic luster and dark pattern.

"This is not a thing from the Central Plains, it came from a city called Damascus in the Western Regions, and this kind of steel with patterns is called Damascus steel, and the people who use it are either emperors or princes."

Bart Erdeni waved lightly, then stabbed backhand, and the dagger silently plunged into the thick trunk pillar next to it.

"Good knives!"

He reluctantly returned the dagger to Sun Chuanting, but Sun Chuanting smiled and did not take it.

"If you pick up a pen and write, you will definitely not be as good as me, but when it comes to playing with knives, I will definitely be inferior to you. This knife fell into my hands, just like those who have great ambitions and talents fall into the hands of the king of a tribe with no future, and can only live their lives with grievances. Why bother? ”

"Treasure sword for heroes! Please! ”

Looking at Sun Chuanting, who was already dazed, Bad Erdeni didn't care about the beautiful woman who only had him in his eyes, and walked out of the tent in high spirits.

He plunged headlong into the river Lele, and then shook his head full of water droplets, and then walked back to his tent step by step.

Sun Chuanting sat up with a bone, and drank a large bowl of canned tea under the service of the king's shopkeeper.

"Where's Gasurun?"

"I've already started drinking with the patriarchs who arrived earlier. Gerrile was serving at the side, and we felt that there were too few women in the tent, and he had already summoned the fiancées of a few young men who had a good relationship with Bart into the tent. ”

"Enough wine. You old dog, don't go wrong at this time. ”

"Do you say that all the Mongols are like this?"

Sun Chuanting lowered his head and continued to look at the map, repeatedly comparing the Mongolian king's tent, the location of the Duoyan tribe and the Naturalization City.

"That's how they are! They are more like children than people like us. When I am happy, anything is possible. When you're angry, you can do anything. You go and tell General Yuan that it may be launched at any time. ”

The Mongols are efficient, especially when urged by alcohol.

When the whip of the Patriarch of Gasulun fell on the young man who had gone to find his fiancée, Bad Erdeni set it off.

He lifted the young man up, and then let him out of the chief's tent, and then helped Gasurun out of the tent.

Just as he was staggering with Geril, who had come up to greet Gasulun, a dagger stabbed the poor woman with the silver hairpin in the chest. Then he closed her eyes with his hand and placed her on the ground.

The stupid Bad Erdeni chose to perform on his own, ignoring the experience of the old Gasulen. Although he was thin, Gasulen did not stop at all when he saw this scene, turned around and ran out of the tent.

Bad Erdeni raised his hand and shot his dagger at Kasurun's back as if he wanted to throw a stone to drive the sheep.

Kasurun staggered, and the dagger plunged into his body accurately, but it didn't stop him in the first place. He mounted his horse and ran out of the tribe like a gust of wind.

He was followed by Bad Erdeni, covered in blood, whose blood stained his front and hands, and whose eyes were red, who stepped on a white horse at random and pursued after Kasurun.

Except for a few sturdy lads who followed on horseback, the whole tribe did not react at all. The women and children just looked blankly, and then lowered their heads and went about their business.

Sun Chuanting glanced at his guards, and saw that the man in black in the distance also rode a horse to follow, and then walked to Yuan Chonghuan's side.

"Dark Cloud Qimugmerin needs a place, and I think Kasurun's daughter is good."

Yuan Chonghuan looked at him irritably.

"I want to go first with the team."

Too many intrigues and tricks are a bit overwhelming for Yuan Chonghuan now. In his current heart, the thirty people of Jinyiwei are much more important than the Duoyan tribe.

Sun Chuanting seemed to understand him a little.

"There is a city next to the Mongolian king's tent, it was built and destroyed, and Your Majesty wants us to restore this city that is extremely important to the Ming Dynasty, the Naturalization City."

Yuan Chonghuan let out a rough breath. He knows all this, and he also knows that with the current strength of Da Ming, he really can't defend this lonely city in the grassland.

He grabbed the dandelion on the ground and crumpled it, the green juice staining his hand. Sun Chuanting didn't speak, just sat down not far from Yuan Chonghuan.

took out a small box made of iron sheet from the pocket of his clothes and shook it at Yuan Chonghuan.

"Your Majesty sent it, saying that if Yuan Chonghuan can't stay in the grassland, I can open it and take a look when I feel uneasy. There was also a stinky eunuch accompanying him when he sent it, do you want to open it? ”

Yuan Chonghuan was finally attracted by Sun Chengzong.