When Feng Yishan heard this, he suddenly thought of something, "You said that you can't advance or retreat?" But your grassland has just been hit by a disaster, and it is when there is a shortage of grain and grass, why do you say this?"

Shaharu glanced contemptuously at Feng Yi Mountain, "What is this little loss, only there are cattle and sheep here, this spring breeze blows and pastures everywhere, the little people who died, the untouchables like mustard, what is the pity, I think Father Khan is making a big fuss." In what year, it is not a large group of people who pop up all over the mountains and fields, and they can't be killed. ”

Hearing Shaharu's words, there were many people who despised it, and even the peasant children in the Central Plains should also know the truth from the storyteller that the king is light on the people, but this cowardly prince Xue called his family a mustard, how not to make them laugh. There is a prince like this, why worry about the immortality of the Northern Yuan.

But Ye Chengkong, Feng Yishan and a few other people frowned, thinking to themselves, what kind of play are you kid playing for me! A cowardly prince of the grassland, who is famous in the Central Plains, has seen this, which makes people laugh out of their big teeth. If this is the case, why should the countries of the Central Plains stare at the Northern Yuan Empire like tigers and wolves. If this is the case, how can there be waves of personal guards around him. If this is the case, where is the need to go to great lengths to take a hundred thousand troops just to buy his life?

There was a sense of vigilance in everyone's hearts, and their eyes looked coldly at Shaharu, the shadow of the famous tree of the people, the figure who could dominate the steppe, there were still more or less two brushes, even if he was largely in the shadow of his father.

"His Royal Highness Prince Xue, don't you feel that your old eyes are dizzy, and your brain is not bright, and you will be gullible if you talk nonsense at will!" Ye Chengkong's tone of voice became a little cold, and some of his previous views also changed.

Guan Xiong next to him appeared beside Shaharu, and the long sword was unsheathed and rested on Shaharu's neck, "Be smart, if you know each other, otherwise you will suffer and no one will intercede for you!"

"Shaharu, you don't really think that if we want to exchange you, we won't kill you! But if you don't have a choice, you might as well choose this strategy. ”

"What's the solution?"

"Kill you, hand over your head to the court, in exchange for a reward, and then someone will have to worry about that trouble. You're hanging on the head of the city, basking in the sun. Maybe one day someone will remember you and dig you a pit for you to bury. Maybe there won't be that day at all. Your head is worth a lot of money! Foreskin deboning, and then sucking flesh, there should be many people who like to use it as a drinking vessel, well, maybe a night pot. When someone remembers it one day, they don't know what the year of the monkey is. What do you think of that?"

Shaharu's body trembled, and he knew that since he was captured, the best outcome would be to die headbutt. Because there is no room for a tainted leader on the grassland. Nor would his father choose a captive man to succeed him.

But he didn't want to, he was unwilling, and he was afraid of death. He misses the yurt that belongs to him, and he can't bear to let go of the few women who are boneless.

He knew that he couldn't go back, but he also knew that he had to go back, only when he went back, he could enjoy those again, and only when he went back, he could have a chance to make a comeback, so he could endure, he could rebel, and he could abandon everything, provided that everything here could not be known.

"Hehe! This old man is really good at laughing, I, where did I make up nonsense? There is still a saying that the people are pigs and dogs in the Central Plains, let alone on the prairie. ”

"Hehe, you continue to make up!" Ye Chengkong said with a smile, Guan Xiong's sword had already slid down, and suddenly Shaharu felt a chill in his chest, and a stream of hot blood came out.