Yang Chuan's heart tightened, and he said secretly: 'Zhang Qian? Or cousin's father? ’

His first reaction was to kill the old thief in front of him, and then ...... It is estimated that he will be slapped and put down.

Old Cui Touer is definitely a master, there is no doubt about it.

"The situation is compelling, just survive and save your life," Yang Chuan sighed and sandwiched a few pieces of mutton for Lao Cui Tou'er, "Originally, the kid still wanted to continue to hide, and when he grew up, he would try to escape back to Dahan."

It's a pity that the world is unpredictable, the Han envoy Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father and others were captured by the Huns, and they were about to be killed, so the kid had to take the risk, and he could only say that the kid couldn't help himself. ”

As he spoke, Yang Chuan suddenly became a little annoyed.

What are you doing here? rescued Zhang Qian's life twice, and returned to Han wholeheartedly, but ended up like this, it was simply ......

"Pretending to be a messenger of the Great Snow Mountain, what is the matter with giving the Huns the Khan of the day?"

Speaking of which, Cui Jiu no longer pretended, instantly regained the prestige of the Great Changmen, flicked the smoke and dust on the armor, sat upright, and said: "Those things you did in the land of Mobei, how can you have the meaning of a Hun nobleman?"

Why, what a certain family said is not right?

Build Luding City, establish their own Hun tribe, and give the world's famous mountains and rivers the name, but it is really a man of great talent and pride in the world. ”

Cui Jiu chuckled, like a night owl hissing.

The three beacons who were watching the excitement on the side were already dumbfounded, and roughly guessed the identity of "Old Cui Touer", which must be the mysterious and terrifying embroidered messenger, and several people had already let the cold sweat wet their armor, where did they dare to squeak!

It was Yang Chuan, but his mood gradually calmed down.

What else can be said about this matter?

The uncle of his cousin who he has always trusted, may be the embroidered messenger or the eyes and ears left by Zhang Qian? Or, this old thief has his hands and eyes all over the sky, and he has already mixed sand among the Huns?

The truth of this kind of thing has long been meaningless.

He only needs to know that he has been living under the surveillance and shadow of others for more than a year, and that is enough.

It's still not mature enough.

Yang Chuan smiled bitterly and said: "A kid who has been a slave for six years, after suddenly getting out of trouble, it is inevitable that he will act a little rebelliously, and now that I think about it, I am really ashamed." ”

"Rebellious?" Cui Jiu stared at Yang Chuan with faint eyes, "Really don't you have bad intentions?" ”

Yang Chuan shook his head.

"That is to say, you want to do everything you can to gain Zhang Qian's trust, and you desperately want to return to Han, but you really don't have the planning and support of the Xiongnu royal court?" Cui Jiu slowly soaked his flesh and said coldly: "How can I prove that you are not a secret agent of the Huns?" ”

Yang Chuan raised his head, stared at the old thief's eyes very carefully, shook his head and said, "What do you think?" ”

Cui Jiu chuckled: "A certain family thinks that there is a chance that you will be a secret agent of the Huns." ”

Yang Chuan also chuckled.

It's a dog.

He threw away the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the old Cui Tou'er's eyes, slowly stood up, and began to ...... Undress.

Throwing away the armor, throwing away the torn sheepskin jacket, throwing away the last few fig leafs on his body, he stood there naked, stretched comfortably, and laughed: "Okay, since you are so sure, let's check it." ”

The four people in front of him widened their eyes and looked directly at Yang Chuan...... The scars.

There are whips, there are hot mutton fat burns, and there are knives cut out, dense, red, purple, and purple, which can only be described as "incomplete".

Every scar, twisted like a poisonous snake, stretched its teeth and claws on the young man's thin body, and seemed to be constantly gnawing.

Old wounds and new marks are shocking!

"Come, look at me, a secret agent of the Huns," Yang Chuan looked down at the scars on his body, and was depressed, "Look at the good things that those beasts have done, look, you are all nobles, you are all big people, you are a special mother and a good hand at whipping, right?"

Let's see, what method is used to whip these scars?

By the way, look at the scar on the back, it is the masterpiece of the three sons and one daughter of the head of the Qiang tribe, those four little beasts like to listen to the screams and wails of the Han slaves, because Lao Tzu does not like to beg for mercy, so they beat me to death.

Pinch with my fingernails, whip with a whip, and drip hot mutton fat on my wounds, just to hear Lao Tzu's wailing and begging for mercy.

Day thief mother!

Lao Tzu would rather die than let Lao Tzu kneel and beg for mercy! ”

Gradually, Yang Chuan's face began to become hideous, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Cui Jiu deadly: "You say, I am a secret agent of the Huns?" What other crimes, your special mother will weave a few pieces for Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will admit them all.

The Huns, the Qiang, they whipped me, I was not willing to obey or be unwilling, and in the end I killed all their people.

As for you, or you, come.

Lao Tzu doesn't blame you, who made me a despicable slave?

Hahaha, come on, you thief's ......"

Yang Chuan laughed a few times, his voice was like crying, but his face became expressionless.

He Shi Shiran sat down, slowly sliced a few pieces of fat mutton and put them in his mouth, and sighed: "Made, the mutton of the big man is really fucking delicious!" ”

Cui Jiu's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

As for the other three beacons, they had already listened to it stupidly.

Unexpectedly, this handsome young man has so many scars on his body, I don't know how he survived?

"Today's shabu-shabu tastes very good, but I don't know if a few uncles have eaten it?" Yang Chuan took a few large mouthfuls of meat, drank a small sip of mutton soup, looked up at Cui Jiu, and said, "You, what's your name?" ”

"Cui Jiu."

"Good name," Yang Chuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Do you know Zhang Qian?" ”

Cui Jiu nodded.

Yang Chuan sneered, pointed in the direction of Yunzhong County and said: "When you see Zhang Qian in the future, you must tell him, just say that he owes me 300 horses, 700 cattle, more than 1,000 sheep, and more than 30 Lele carts."

By the way, he still owes me a great favor, let him pay it back to me in the next life, not a single cent, otherwise, I will laugh at him with a leather swallow. ”

When it comes to Zhang Qian, Yang Chuan is inexplicably angry, and he wants to scold a few words.

If that guy hadn't used his means to overshadow him, why wouldn't he have taken a few trips to Mobei to pick up his Hun wife!

"Okay, I'll definitely bring your words," Cui Jiu said suddenly: "However, if you want to return your belongings, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

"Why?" Yang Chuan asked.

"If you want others to repay your property and favors, you have to live first," Cui Jiu said coldly: "The dead have no right to collect debts. ”

Yang Chuan sneered: "He owes me, don't think about it, the Qiang people who got me at the beginning, now I have killed all the people who are left." ”

Cui Jiu looked at Yang Chuan for a long time, and said, "A certain family also told me this." ”

"However, you have not yet cleared the charge of being a secret agent of the Huns, and you cannot prove whether what you did in the land of Mobei is whether you have different intentions."

"So, you have to do one thing first."

Yang Chuan asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Cui Jiu said indifferently: "Be your beacon in this stone barrier, and prove your innocence with military achievements." ”

Yang Chuan was silent for a few breaths, and asked astringently, "How much military merit?" ”

Cui Jiu's eyes were gloomy, and he said indifferently: "The bigger the better, the best kind that can save you from dying once." ”