Become a feudal king from today

In the vast grassland, white tents stretch for dozens of miles. ReadМ

Countless cattle and sheep are looming in the grass.

Beidi people on horseback walked through the tall grass, driving cattle, sheep and horses.

Guo Tu's heart contracted with tension.

He knew that these Beidi people who were herding horses were soldiers with scimitars and bows and arrows.

This time, the Beidi army came to Yanguan.

Although they just asked for Kutu's release, he and Yuan Li still smelled something different from it.

The people of Beidi could mobilize troops and dignitaries like this.

Will the next attack on Yan Pass be far away?

What will the Yuan family do then?

Will the Yuan family really use up all the troops they have worked so hard to accumulate?

No matter whether they win or lose, when all the troops are gone, what status will the Yuan family still have in Dasong.

Instead of doing this, it is better to leave a way out for yourself.

"Go in." A general walked out of the white tent, breaking Guo Tu's meditation.

Showing a humble smile, Guo Tu nodded and lowered his body to enter the king's tent.

"Raise your head." A rough voice sounded.

Guo Tu raised his head and saw a muscular Beidi man in his thirties sitting on the sheepskin blanket in the middle.

Guo Tu said: "Guo Tu, a disciple of the Yuan family in Yanzhou, has met King Enke."

"Yuan family, hum, you still have the nerve to come to the grassland, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Enke stared at Guo Tu like a wild beast.

Guo Tu only felt his legs trembling a little, and he said: "Your Majesty, this is not the Yuan family's fault. Zhang Kang did not tell us his plan with the Black Iron King's tent. If Lord Yuan knew about this in advance, he would definitely do it this time. It is impossible to let King Yan live, and our Yuan family also wants King Yan to die. "

Enko's livid face softened a little.

During this autumn hunting, the Black Iron King lost his troops and even his own father was captured.

To him, this was a great shame.

He had made a promise in front of the Khan that he would use King Yan's head to wash away the shame.

It's just that winter comes too quickly, the Yanshan Road is narrow, and large siege equipment cannot be passed.

Even if he led the tribal cavalry to go south again, he could not ensure that he could capture King Yan.

Therefore, Khan and he set their sights on Yanguan.

This time the Khan dispatched troops from three royal accounts south to intimidate Emperor Dashong.

But there was no plan to attack the city.

The walls of Yanguan City are high and thick, so it is not easy to capture. You must concentrate all your strength to strike.

But due to the war in the far north, this will have to wait until at least the next year.

Thinking of this, he looked at Guo Tu again, "Tell me, what is your purpose here?"

"Master Yuan is willing to restore old friendship with the Black Iron King and establish a profound friendship." Guo Tu said in a low voice.

"Friendship?" Enke suddenly laughed.

After the laughter ended, he suddenly said angrily: "Who does the Yuan family in Yanzhou deserve to have my friendship in Beidi? When Yanguan is broken in the coming year, I will kill him first."

"Next year?" Guo Tu was surprised.

Secretly, Beidi is really going south? If this is the case, Beidi cannot be pleased and the Yuan family will be in danger.

Thinking of this, he was so anxious that he forgot to answer for a moment.

At this moment, Enke said again: "However, it's not impossible, but your Yuan family has to do something for us in Beidi."

"What's the matter?" Guo Tu was overjoyed.

"Mo Zhai's head!" Enke narrowed his eyes, "If you agree, I will say a good word to your Yuan family in front of the Khan. Even if Beidi enters the customs, your Yuan family will have a place in the future."

Guo Tu breathed a sigh of relief, "I should go back and discuss this matter with Master Yuan. Why doesn't the king want King Yan's head?"

"Hmph, I will personally cut off King Yan's head. It won't be your Yuan family's turn." Enke waved his hand, "Go away. When we see the sincerity of your Yuan family, we can talk about friendship."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Guo Tu bowed and slowly exited the camp.

After looking at the large tents in the Black Iron King's tent, he left with his guards.

…

Jinling.

The 800-mile express from Yanguan has arrived here.

When the news came out that Beidi troops were approaching Yan Pass, the whole capital was suddenly panicked.

"Father, my son said at the beginning that King Yan's capture of Kutu was not only useless, but also guilty. Now he has indeed angered the Beidi people."

In the court hall, the sixth prince Zhao Fang spoke harshly.

King Yan of Dayou is the state of great praise for the first harm.

"It's nonsense. Beidi is very ambitious. After embezzling Ningjin Dusi, it intends to go south. What does it have to do with King Yan's capture of Kutu? Dasong and Beidi will have this battle sooner or later." The eldest prince reprimanded angrily.

His mother had already told her about Concubine Mi.

In his heart, he regarded King Yan as one of his own, so he naturally defended him.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Zhao Heng had a faint look of worry in his eyes.

He didn't expect that a Kutu would cause such a thing.

If Mule Hongzhen is really angered, Beidi will attack with all his strength.

It is difficult to say whether Mo Zhai can hold Yan Pass.

If the Yanguan Forbidden Army is completely wiped out, even if the powerful army drives Beidi back, the royal family will no longer have a decent army to restrain the powerful people.

"A bunch of rats, have you forgotten the hundreds of thousands of dead souls in Ningjindusi? Beidi is a jackal. He has long had the ambition to devour Dasong. Sooner or later, there will be a battle. Since he has troops approaching Yan Pass, why not kill him Come to Kutu and show off my military power." An old man with pale beard and hair shouted loudly.

After he finished speaking, eight generals immediately came out and said, "Your Majesty, we are willing to fight Beidi."

"Old General Yang, what kind of battle can you fight? Do you still want to suffer a disastrous defeat at Ningjin Dusi? By then, the country will have no country." A civil servant almost cried.

"coward!"

"This is for the sake of all people in the world."

"Those soldiers who died will die with their eyes open."

"..."

In the court, ministers and generals with different political views quarreled.

Zhao Heng rubbed his brow in pain.

He looked at Dou Wei, who had never spoken, and said, "What do you think, Prime Minister?"

"In the battle of Ningjin Dusi, I have not recovered my strength yet, so I think we should not start the battle lightly."

"I second the proposal." A purple-robed official came out. He was the Minister of War, Han Zheng.

Another purple-robed official also stood up at this time, "I second my opinion."

He is the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, Xie Duan, and the uncle of the current dynasty.

"The last general seconded the proposal." A general came out, it was Xiao Cheng, the general of the country.

"I second the proposal." Fan Xinglun, the Minister of Rites, said loudly.

"I second the proposal." Wang Zi'an, Minister of the Ministry of War, stood up.

"..."

When Zhao Heng saw this, he already had a plan in mind.

Most of the eight powerful clans disapproved of the use of troops.

The Liang family and the Ma family did not agree, but they did not object either.

Those who fought fiercely were generals and officials who had experienced that war.

"In that case, escort Kutu and the others to Yanguan immediately." Zhao Heng said loudly.

In his heart, he didn't want to fight just like the powerful people.

He was not confident enough to defeat the Beidi people.

Instead of doing this, it is better to hand over Kutu and continue to praise the peace and prosperity of the country and the people.

…

Heavenly prison.

Kutu tensed as the jailer opened the prison door.

But when he saw an official coming with a smile and the jailer behind him holding brand-new clothes, he suddenly let out a breath.

"What do you want to do?" Charha asked with wide eyes.

The official was not angry, but looked respectful, "King Kutu, you can go back to the grassland."

Kutu was shocked, and he said excitedly: "What did you say?"

"You can return to the grassland. The Forbidden Army will escort you to Yanguan." The official repeated.

After confirming the news, Kutu looked at Charha and Tam, with smiles on their faces.

"Why?" The long-term depression on Kutu's face disappeared.

The official did not directly say that the Beidi army was approaching the city, but said: "This is your Khan's request. The emperor is kind and cannot bear to destroy the friendship between Da Song and Beidi, so he will let you go back."

"Khan..." Kutu muttered, his face full of shame.

Then his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said to Charha and Tam: "Put on your clothes, we have to go back to the grassland to apologize to the Khan."

Charha and Tam nodded.

Putting on their clothes, the three of them pushed past the soldiers and walked out of the prison.

I saw three horses already prepared outside the prison.

Hundreds of Dasong Imperial Guards were waiting nearby.

The three of them got on their horses and followed the imperial army into the main street of Jinling City.

"Your Majesty, look." Charha pointed to the beautiful woman buying rouge on the roadside, with primitive ambition in her eyes.

Kutu had been to Jinling ten years ago, so he was no stranger to this place.

But it seems to be more prosperous than it was ten years ago.

"This is why I have been admonishing Khan to go south and seize the country of Dasong, so that every Beidi person can sleep on a bed made of silver." Kutu said.

"When the time comes, I will ask a hundred Dasong women to give birth to my children, hahaha." Char laughed.

Tam said: "You are so good at this. If it were me, I would let the Khan divide the people into four classes. The Beidi people will be the first class, the other tribes on the grassland will be the second class, and the servant countries like Goryeo will be the third class. People, Dasung people are the lowest fourth class of people, and they will be our slaves and maids for life after life.”

"Hahaha..." Kutu laughed.

They were talking about this without any scruples, regardless of the imperial guards around them.

Some of the Imperial Guard soldiers clenched their fists, feeling deeply ashamed.

But this is the emperor's order and they cannot disobey it.

"Is that Kutu?" on the third floor of a restaurant facing the street.

There were nine young men in rich attire sitting by the window.

At this time, they looked at the passing team, and a young man in white robe asked.

"Well, that's him. He went back and a war was avoided." The young man in blue robe said.

"You Yuan family are probably so scared that you peed your pants." The young man in black robe opposite the young man in blue sneered.

The officials dispersed the court, and the news of Kutu's return spread like the wind throughout Jinling.

People in the imperial city are naturally sensitive to politics.

What's more, the identities of these nine people are extremely respected.

According to the sarcastic saying among the people, someone who is not a prince is better than a prince.

"Nonsense, who did my Yuan family fear in Yanzhou? In the court, which of your families took the lead in the battle again?"

The person who was ridiculed by the young man in black robe was none other than Yuan Li's eldest son, Yuan Ce.

He had been studying in the Imperial College. He said he was studying, but in fact he was just dawdling around.

After staying for three years and passing the palace examination, he will be able to enter the court as an official.

After he finished speaking, the originally lively building suddenly became quiet.

A woman's clear voice sounded faintly, "The King of Yan led his troops in a bloody battle, finally captured Kutu, and praised his power. If he knew that Kutu had returned to the grassland, he would be heartbroken. In comparison, there is no one in Jinling City." One is a man.”

When the nine people heard this, they all looked embarrassed.

However, they were surprisingly afraid to say a word.

This is the princess of Changle who is famous in Jinling and is favored by thousands of people.