Hanbei.

Liu Yinhuan, the prince of the king, sat in the golden tent of the prince of Hanbei. As an envoy, he was sent by Emperor Daqi to Hanbei to communicate with the barbarians, and he had been here for many days.

Hanbei Monarch Namonbo Chi Luolun sat on the throne due north, and his three sons and Liu Yinhuan sat on the left and right sides of the throne.

The throne is made of gold, which was a gift from the Han Dynasty to Hanbei in the early years. The seat is draped in leopard skin, and the armrests on each side are inlaid with two dragon teeth the size of a palm.

In the center of the Golden Horde is a dance floor, where a group of graceful and charming dancers take turns to perform a bewitching dance for the Grand Monarch of Hanbei and the distinguished guests present.

The Maharaja's eldest son, Gunnar, stared brightly at one after another coolly dressed and curvaceous dancers. Sitting next to him was his second son, Tuosha, who drank glass after glass of Qin'er Gu Brew, a spirit unique to Hanbei. Only Nambo's third son, Pavelon, silently stared at the wine glass in front of him, showing no interest in the amorous dancers and the strong, sweet wine.

Liu Yinhuan has no interest in exotic beauties, and some of them are women in a variety of shapes, not to mention that he, as a prince, has never seen any dance parties.

Maharaja Namonbo and Liu Yinhuan chatted while drinking.

It has been many days since Liu Yinhuan arrived in Hanbei, and there has long been no mutual respect and humility between the envoy and the king between him and the king, and it is simply a dialogue between two men at this moment.

"The barbarian wine, can it still suit the taste of Prince Liu?" Namonbo said proudly.

"The Maharaja is too modest, the spirits in the north are much stronger than those in the south, the entrance is extremely spicy, the intestines are warm, and the aftertaste is endless." Liu Yinhuan was polite and authentic.

"Hahahahaha......" Na Meng Bo laughed, "The eldest prince is really good at talking, aren't we people barbarians in the eyes of the southern people, how can the barbarian's wine be compared with the high-quality wine of the country?"

"The Maharaja is really bold, he dares to call his countrymen a barbarian, and he does have a transcendent pattern and an extraordinary mind." Liu Yinhuan said.

"Haha......" Namonbo gulped down a drink as he admired the maiko in front of him. Unlike the glasses made of ceramic like the ones in Hanbei – some even have delicate patterns, the cups are made of mammoth ivory or antlers of a giant snow deer, rough but bold.

"Maharaja......"

A call broke the atmosphere of relaxed pleasure in the Golden Tent.

A high-nosed and deep-eyed Hanbei man ran into the tent.

Namonbo stared coldly at the person who disturbed the atmosphere and said, "What's wrong?" ”

The Hanbei people knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to raise their heads.

"Ancient ...... Furutsuka ...... was opened......"

When Namonbo heard this, he got up, and he said angrily:

"You bunch of shit! Who's guarding? ”

"Yes...... It's Turnas...... He said...... It was the Maharaja's son who asked him to open the gate, and he did not dare to disobey ......"

"Bastard!"

Namonbo glanced coldly at his three sons present.

The eldest son, Gounal, looked at Namonbo with horror and confusion in his eyes. The second son, Tuosha, trembled and didn't dare to speak, and shook his head at the monarch again and again. Namon Bo looked at his third son, Paviren.

Pavelen said, "Let's just get the janitor and ask if it's okay." Opening the mound without permission is a capital offense. ”

Nambobo was silent for a moment, and then said to the Hanbei people who came in, "Go and get him for me." ”

"Yes...... Be! The Hanbei people agreed and quickly retreated.

"I'm sorry, Prince Liu, for disturbing your Yaxing." Namonbo said to Liu Yinhuan.

"Where, where...... Since the Maharaja has important matters to deal with, then I will retire first. Liu Yinhuan said, got up, and arched his hand.

Na Meng Bo said: "It's okay, Brother Liu, please." ”

Liu Yinhuan walked out of the golden tent.

The cold wind in Hanbei was blowing, and the weather here was like winter all day long, Liu Yinhuan was used to staying in Shenyang City, and it took a long time to adapt to the life in Hanbei.

He walked into his tent, sat down on the edge of the blanket bed, picked up a stack of letters by the pillow, which his sister Liu Mengjing had sent him, he looked at it, and then put it down again. These letters had been sent before, and he had already read them. In Hanbei, this is the only thing that can make him feel his hometown.

A guard suddenly came to Liu Yinhuan's tent, and he said, "Your Royal Highness, I have something important to tell you." ”

Liu Yinhuan said: "Come in." ”

The man dressed in black walked into the tent, he was the escort who came with Liu Yinhuan. He was covered in black armor with a sword tied around his waist.

His name is Chen Suyi, and he belongs to the Great Black Jinwei, an intelligence agency and secret service agency dedicated to the central service of the royal family, and his subordinates are all the elite of the elite. Chen Suyi is a relatively young executive officer in the Black Gold Guard, and he is also the escort who has followed Liu Yinhuan from the very beginning.

"Great Prince, we must leave Hanbei as soon as possible." Chen Suyi said.

"Oh? What's wrong? Liu Yinhuan said.

"If our intelligence is correct, a disaster is about to happen in Hanbei."

"Is it because of Furuzuka? You don't really believe in the myths of the Hanbei people, do you? Liu Yinhuan said.

"Not really." Chen Suyi said, "The prince of Hanbei is about to rebel, and there is likely to be a big turmoil here. ”

Liu Yinhuan was slightly surprised, and said, "Is it the prince who opened the ancient mound?" Do you already know who he is? ”

"That's right, he told me personally, he said you don't have to worry, after he ascended the throne, Da Qi is still an ally with Hanbei." Chen Suyi said, "But his subordinates think that this person is not credible, in case he wants to detain you as a hostage, you, as the prince of the Great Emperor, should not take this risk." ”

Liu Yinhuan nodded and said, "In that case, should you tell the truth to the Maharaja?" ”

"My subordinates think that we shouldn't take care of the affairs of the Hanbei people. Moreover...... Judging from the information held by his subordinates, the Maharaja ...... I am afraid that I will not be able to make enemies against his son. ”

Liu Yinhuan did not doubt Chen Suyi's ability and loyalty, he said: "Since this is the case, we should set off immediately." ”

"Yes."

Maharaja Nammonbo sat on the throne of the Golden Horde, and the guests and dancers in the tent had been dismissed. Now only the Maharaja and his three sons remain.

The Maharaja didn't speak, he was waiting for Furuzuka's guards to be caught, there was no need to ask his sons before that.

A short time later, someone came to the tent.

More than a dozen Hanbei warriors in leather armor walked into the tent in full armor. Walking at the back was an elderly man in a large robe.

"Sumar?" Namonbo saw the old man and said.

"Maharaja." An old man named Sumar said.

"Where's the janitor?" Namon Bodao.

"He's gone." Sumar said.

Namonbo said angrily, "Go? Where did it go? How do you know? ”

"Maharaja, you don't deserve to talk to me like that anymore." Sumar said calmly, "You are destined for such a day since you snatched what belonged to me forty years ago, and I have been waiting for it for a long, long time. ”

Namonbo's brows tightened, and he looked at the dozen or so Hanbei warriors in front of him, only hating that he was not wearing a weapon. He looked at his three sons and said, "Who?" ”

"Maharaja, you misunderstood...... Sumar said, "...... Your three sons...... They all have to die! ”