"Please rest assured that the prince will not be embarrassed about this matter, as long as you and I do it as planned, at a certain time, the prince will definitely return to you."

Of course, Xiao Tingsheng understands that the prince Zhao Min is an important magic weapon for the prince to contain Zhao Shijun.

So, he answered ambiguously.

"When Xiao came to Youzhou this time, he wanted to have a comprehensive understanding of the current situation of the entire Youzhou Army, so as to make a detailed plan and plan and submit it to the prince." Xiao Tingsheng continued to flicker.

"This is natural, you can watch it at any time in the jurisdiction of Youzhou, and I will issue you a special pass."

Zhao Shijun understands that the expedition outside the customs is a huge project, and all aspects are carried out on his own territory, which is of course very beneficial to himself.

He wished that the court would contribute money and people to make a ready-made profit.

That being the case, it is necessary to understand that the investigation is necessary.

I can't bear the child's wolf.

"It's a deal!"

Their hands clasped together again.

……

On the grassland in the hot summer, the sun is scorching.

Dali City, Golden Mountain.

The funeral of the Eastern Turk Great Khan Mosi is taking place tragically.

The sky is a leaden grey, signaling the heaviest day in the southeastern steppes.

There is a distinctive, meshy mix of prairie earth and the smell of decaying flesh in the air, which makes the whole scene smell of death.

The remains of the Great Khan of Mosi were housed in a large bronze tripod carved with an elaborate Turkic wolf totem.

The remains were covered in ornate Turkic costumes.

These costumes have accompanied him through countless moments of glory.

The bronze tripod is placed on a tower made of firewood at the top of the Golden Mountain, facing east.

This is the tradition of the Turkic peoples, who believe that only by facing the east can they welcome the beginning of a new life.

Surrounded by his tribal warriors, their faces filled with grief and loss.

The funeral began.

Groups of Turkic warriors, dressed in black leather armor and with sharp swords hanging from their waists, began to dance and sing around the copper tripod.

Their singing is bleak and mournful, as if telling of a great soul slowly leaving.

From time to time, among this group of warriors, there were people who wept with emotion, pointed their swords at the sky, chanted the name of the Great Khan, and expressed their admiration and remembrance for him.

At the end of the funeral, people circle the body three times and then release a flock of falcons into the sky.

This is a Turkic tradition that means letting the falcon take away the souls of the dead, but also symbolizes their courage and determination to face the future.

Finally, by the great shamans in the shamanic cathedral, the wooden tower was set on fire.

The fire was raging, and the body of the Great Khan gradually disappeared from people's sight.

At that moment, all the Turks on the top of the mountain, on the slopes and at the foot of the mountain, bowed their heads.

Their hearts were filled with respect and sorrow.

By the time the sun sets, the funeral ends.

The Turks silently returned to their tents.

The whole steppe fell silent, and only the strong wind blew through the steppe, as if whispering the name of Moxi Khan.

It is a sad scene and a deep tribute to life and death.

At the same time, they are also full of worries about the future.

The city of Dali is the seat of the Eastern Turkic royal court.

It is like a silent watchman, witnessing the vicissitudes of history.

When Yuan Zhi, the crown prince of the final Jin Empire, came to this city, he also attracted his attention for its unique charm.

This is the first time that Yuan Zhi has come to the Saiwai grassland, which is full of exoticism.

In the center of the city is a huge palace, which is the residence of the Turkic khans and the symbol of the overlord of the steppe.

The walls of the palace are inlaid with various gemstones, which are as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

At the top was a golden flag, fluttering in the wind, like a fire burning on the grassland.

The city of Great is very open and extremely tolerant.

There are merchants of all colors, camels and horses laden with goods, and the sounds of selling and laughter in various languages mingle to form a symphony of life in the steppe desert.

The streets and alleys are full of exotic handicraft shops, spice shops and pubs.

The walls of the city were tall and sturdy, like a dragon lying across the savannah.

Above the city walls, there are watchtowers at intervals, and the soldiers on the towers vigilantly monitor every corner of the steppe.

Within the city walls, the streets of the city are wide and clean, paved with stone paved roads, and the buildings on both sides of the roads are unique in style, full of Turkic cultural features.

In the southern part of the city of Dali, there is a mysterious temple, which is the spiritual sustenance of the Turks - the Shamanic Cathedral.

The exterior of the temple is carved with various motifs, ranging from totems that symbolize life to weapons of war.

The interior of the temple is filled with an atmosphere of mystery and solemnity, where the gods and ancestors of the Turkic people are enshrined.

To the north of the city of Dali is the vast grasslands and blue skies.

It was the horse farms and pastures of the Turkic people, and it was also their source of livelihood.

There, herds of horses and sheep run across the meadow like a vivid picture.

It was the day after the Great Khan's funeral.

The Royal Court.

Turkic Kedun Ashina Yuanhuan, wearing a gorgeous Turkic traditional robe, sits on the jade pill platform.

Elegant colors sparkle like a flower on the prairie.

Her face is serene and serene, like a lake in autumn, clear and deep.

Her eyes shone with wisdom, which was the light of wisdom that had been baptized by the years and experienced by ups and downs.

And between her eyebrows, she is full of firmness and determination, as if she can maintain a clear mind and firm belief no matter when and where.

Under the Dan stage, there was a group of mighty Turkic nobles.

They wore a variety of gorgeous robes, some as brave as tigers, some as cunning as foxes, and their faces were full of thirst for power and glory.

Ashina Yuan Ring is their center.

Their eyes were focused on her, as if she were their compass and their hope.

And so it is.

Dali City and even all parts of the Turkic territory are full of Jiangnan goods.

From grain to silk cloth, from tea and salt to annatto pollen.

There are also many high-quality ironware, as well as craftsmen who are scarce in the grasslands.

It is the beautiful princess Wencheng who has brought material enjoyment to this Saiwai wanderer.

She is the goddess of the Turks.

At this solemn meeting of the Turkic aristocracy, Yuan Huan used her calm and powerful language to tell the nobles about the thoughts and decisions of the new regime.

In front of Yuan Huan, there is a huge wolf skin, which is the totem of the Turks, symbolizing their courage and strength.

Yuanhuan stared at the wolf skin, as if to tell it about her wishes and determination.

At that moment, she was no longer the graceful and effeminate woman, but the majestic and resolute Turkic Kedun.