Miyuki was stunned, she didn't believe it would be like this.

She carefully searched King Zuoxian's body, but still couldn't see the thirteen Ming Di.

Impossible, Miyuki thought.

Because it was what she had seen with her own eyes in the Foresight spell.

King Zuo Xian took off the Ming Di from his neck, installed the shaft of the arrow, and shot it at Liang Jun. Thirteen Ming Di, he only used six Liang troops to scatter the corpses.

You can't go wrong with spells. If you don't intervene, that will happen, it's an iron law that has been proven countless times.

But why didn't the chirping show up where it was supposed to be?

For the first time, Miyuki felt flustered. She took a deep breath and said to herself, "Calm down!" Fortunately, King Zuo Xian was already so drunk that he wouldn't wake up even if he threw him into the pigsty.

Miyuki gritted her teeth and stripped him naked, rummaging through each piece of clothing inch by inch. But the result is still the same, not even the shadow of Ming Di.

Miyuki's head began to spin rapidly: there were many other nobles in the golden-domed tent, which meant that the highest military power of the Huns would never hide there, it could only hide in the sleeping tent.

Miyuki started to search from the place where she could see again, and today she was digging three feet into the ground to find Mingdi. Under the carpet, in the brazier, in the futon, next to the bed. No, no, no...... Not to mention Mingdi, you can't even see an iron tool.

Miyuki bit her index finger - this was her movement as she thought with all her might.

She suddenly remembered the legend of Mao Dun Shan Yu. In order to audition for Mingdi, the last target was not his wife, but his BMW.

In the eyes of the Huns, horses were much more reliable than women. Women will lie to you, hurt you, and even murder you for the sake of your property, but horses never will.

It accompanied the Huns to charge into battle. Even if a well-trained war horse knows that there is an abyss in front of it, even if it knows that it will be crushed in the next second, it will still move forward without hesitation under the guidance of its owner.

So the Huns would not have the idea of fighting war horses even if they starved to death, because that was their most loyal companion.

If you think about it, many people can enter King Zuoxian's bedroom, such as a woman like her who has just met. So it's far from safe here. But if he hid Mingdi on his horse, wouldn't it be much safer and more convenient?

It was even possible for him to sew Ming Di into a piece of fur on his horse, so that no one could guess Ming Di's whereabouts.

Thinking of this, Miyuki perked up and immediately left the dormitory.

The guards at the door avoided her when they saw her, where did they dare to stop her?

Miyuki went straight to the stable, and she had already made up her mind: if the horse was disobedient, she would kill the horse and get the Mingdi.

Thinking of this, she pushed the door of the stable, only to see a sight that shocked her deeply.

This is not a stable, it is more appropriate to call it a horse farm.

Thousands of horses lay or lie under the moon, and there is no edge in sight. If you look for them one by one, you may not be able to find them all in a month.

Mei Xue suddenly felt frustrated, if King Zuo Xian really hid Ming Di on the horse, there was nothing he could do.

She returned to her tent with the last glimmer of hope, wanting to make one last effort. But unsurprisingly, disappointed again.

Miyuki leaned back on a cushion. If he can't steal Mingdi, tomorrow the Liang army will be defeated. At present, the only way to do this is to persuade Li Yan and Yan Xin to let them flee with their subordinates before making plans.

But with Li Yan's temper, will he run away......

Miyuki was distracted for a moment, but suddenly felt a feeling of discomfort in her back. She took the cushion and examined it carefully.

She had searched this cushion before, and there was no hard object in it, obviously it was not what she was looking for.

She was so anxious that all her thoughts were focused on Mingdi, and she had no time to care about anything else. At this moment, the whole person relaxed, and his mind became sharper.

The other cushions were comfortable, only this one was heavy and rough, but for some reason.

She gently peeled off the outer cloth, but pulled out two things: the first was a bearskin, concocted to the size of a garment, just enough to drape over her body. The second piece is a paper-wrapped oil paint, which looks like it is used for makeup.

What do these two things do? Does it have anything to do with the Ming Di you're looking for?

Miyuki fell into deep thought for a moment.

On the other hand, Li was driven by the Huns to a bonfire like a cattle. Dozens of people sat around the campfire, feasting. There were three whole sheep on the campfire, and it seemed that this was their kitchen.

From time to time, the two slaves turned the lamb to roast it evenly.

I saw the Huns at the head walk up to a slave, draw their sabers, and cut him down without saying a word. The rest of the crowd turned a blind eye, even the other slave as if he hadn't seen it.

Li said angrily: "Hey, what are you doing!"

Before the words fell, someone suddenly knocked him on the back of the head, and then a cold Xiongnu language, which was not difficult to hear as a curse.

Li Yan thought to himself: If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, see me survive today, how to clean you up tomorrow!

At this time, the Huns behind him untied the ropes for him, pushed him around the bonfire, and spoke a word in Xiongnu.

Li Yan understood that this was for him to show his skills.

The leader of the Huns on the side stood with his sword, and if the taste did not suit him, he would immediately send the new cook to the king of Hades.

Li Yan moved his wrist, glared at him, and turned to look at the mutton.

If this lamb roast can be summed up in four words, it will be miserable.

On the one hand, the fire is too violent, and the outer layer has been burned, but the inside is raw. Second, the mutton has not been tasted in advance, and it must be weak when roasted, no wonder the Huns are angry.

But at this point, it is impossible to redo it, only remedy.

Li Yan picked up the knife that the dead slave threw on the ground, gently scraped off the charred part of the surface of the mutton, and made a few cuts on it, only to see the juice burst out with a snort.

Li Yan shook his head and sighed, this mutton is the best, it's a pity to make it like this.

He suddenly developed a sense of responsibility as a chef and began to cook seriously.

He mashes the salt and spreads it evenly over the lamb. Then he suddenly stood up and walked outside.

The Hun soldier drew his sword with a shout, but the leader waved his hand to signal him not to get excited.

Li Yan searched around on the ground, and suddenly let out a cheer, pulling out a few weeds with small purple flowers.

He returned to the campfire and chopped up half of the weeds and sprinkled them on the roast, while the other half squeezed out the juice and coated it all.

Suddenly, the fat of the mutton and the grass juice were burned by the fire, and a strong aroma erupted, and the Huns suddenly felt that the food in their hands was not fragrant, and they looked directly at Li Remnant one by one.

Li Yan fiddled for a moment, pushed the mutton outward, and said, "It's roasted." ”

I saw that the leader rushed over in three or two steps, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he directly tore off a large piece of meat from the lamb's ribs and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

When he had finished eating this piece, he did not say a word, and then he ate two more pieces in a row, and suddenly shouted, "Hasenda!

The meaning of praise is overflowing. Everyone looked at each other, nodded their heads, and rushed up to share the roast sheep. And whatever food was eaten, it was left behind.

At this time, the leader waved his hand, and someone brought over two stripped fat sheep and put them in front of Li Yan.

This time it was an ingredient that had not yet been processed, and Li Yan came to his senses when he saw it, pickling, seasoning, and roasting, and everyone was stunned.

He was originally a famous chef in the northwest, especially good at cooking meat, and the dishes he made were praised by many dignitaries, not to mention these Huns.

In a moment they had eaten only half of the two sheep, and the leader suddenly raised his hand and said something, and no one went to cut the meat any more.

Li Yan always paid attention to the leader's expression and guessed what he said.

He called a few of his men, pointed to the mutton, and then to a strangely decorated tent in the distance.

Li Yan suddenly realized that the people in the tent had not yet eaten, and the remaining half of the sheep was left for them.

But I saw that those hands were embarrassed, and they shook their heads one after another, as if they meant to excuse themselves. The leader lowered his face and reprimanded a few words, but his subordinates bowed their heads and said nothing.

Li Yan guessed again: Could it be that the person in the tent was so hot-tempered that no one dared to send him food?

The leader asked a few people in succession, but when he saw that no one dared to agree, he suddenly set his eyes on Li Yan.

Li Yan thought to himself: It's okay to let me send food, just find a chance to get out. So he pretended to be stupid and looked at the chief.

The leader rolled his eyes, walked over with a smile, personally cut the remaining half of the sheep, put it on a plate, patted Li Yan's back, and pointed to the tent.

Li Yan deliberately asked, "Let me send it over?"

The leader understood what he meant, nodded, and suddenly shoved a piece of meat into his mouth in appreciation.

A wave of anger suddenly surged in Li Chui's chest, these Huns regarded the Han people as pigs and dogs, no different from the way they treated animals, and they were naturally not soft when they were killed.

The murderous intent in his heart gradually rose, and he stared coldly at the leader. The chieftain was a little suspicious when he saw that he was not moving, and looked at him with inquiring eyes.

Li Yan suppressed his anger and thought: I have a heavy responsibility tonight, and my actions are related to the life and death of tens of thousands of troops, and we must not lose a big one because of a small thing.

So he pretended to smile, held up the wooden plate and said, "Isn't it just to deliver a meal?" up"

Listening to the leader whispering to others behind his back, Li Yan didn't bother to guess anymore, and strode to the door of the strange tent.

This tent was unlike all the other tents of the Huns.

Other tents, no matter how big or small, are decorated with animal skins and ribbons, and although the degree of luxury is different, the form is the same. That is: cylindrical at the bottom and tapered at the top.

But the tent is triangular in shape, and even the most shabby of ordinary tents is a little rudimentary. The surface of the pillars is decorated with red, white and brown from top to bottom, and the top of the tent is tied with colorful feathers, swaying with the night wind.

The most out of place was the smell coming out of this tent.

In the Hun camp, the smell of the fish is extremely heavy, and ordinary people will cover their noses and frown when they smell it. However, the smell was less than one-tenth of what emanated from the tent. Standing at the door, Li Zhan almost couldn't help but be smoky.

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Chapter 164: Han-Hungarian War (5)