Jun You Ji Fou

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In the ninth year of Yonghe, in the summer of Xiahe, everything was flourishing and the trees were dense at the beginning.

The vast spring hunting hurried to end, the emperor returned to Chang'an City. After a few days, the early dynasty reiterated the covenant with the Huns to sever the land, and the attitudes of all the ministers have changed significantly.

The entourage was not allowed to form an alliance. Even those who had previously supported Wei Song, they were afraid that they would be involved in the crime of treason. The blood contained in the jade order of the hunting palace has not been dispersed, so everyone is eloquent and firm in attitude. The attitude of the courtiers who stayed in the DPRK was also changed, either reprimanded the Huns, or kept silent.

No one dared to agree to the covenant.

The emperor set his sights on the right, and the doctor who returned to the palace salutes. The Tao is the desire of the Huns to be unreserved. With a faint word, the general trend is set.

The second lieutenant led his order, went to reject the Huns, sent a gift of boli to comfort the prince all the way, and then sent them away.

Yu Wen Falcon sat alone on the floor behind the tent, looking at the distance with fascination.

For the first time in more than two decades, he had the courage to enter the king's account for self-recommendation. He thought that his brother had the best Chinese dialect. After returning from Daxia, he would certainly be able to impress the tribe, but it would be such an embarrassing appearance. His father's reaction was not intense. He took a green jade mouth squirt gun and took a deep breath and ordered him to retreat. It seemed disgusting to take another look.

Perhaps his father had never placed too much hope on him. After all, the Han general was right. He was the most unloved and unusable prince.

Yu Wen Falcon looked away, the world was vast, the wind blowing grass and low cattle and sheep appeared, this is the unchanging scene of the grassland for thousands of years.

Since his childhood, his figure was thin among the Huns. He couldn't control the foal. It was also useless to shoot arrows. It was normal for his brothers to be cold-eyed and bullied.

At that time, he often hid behind the tent. The little one, unremarkable, thought that only one person had found him.

His elder brother Yu Wenxiao leaned over, "Who are you, why are you here alone?"

"Yuwen Hayabusa," he stood up panic, with tears on his face, "I'm your ninth brother, but I'm terrible...you should have no impression of me."

"I don't have an impression," Yu Wenxiao looked at him. "I didn't expect that the Huns could produce such aura."

Yuwen Falcon stared at him in a daze, wondering what he meant. Yu Wenxiao pulled him together and sat down again, "I just came back from the victory, and the family is happy, what are you crying for?"

He said in fifteen and ten, Yu Wenxiao smiled broadly, and after a while, said, "There is nothing, you look like it is not used to fight in the Han people. It will not take long, and the big summer in the south is all ours. By the way, you look very clever. You can’t ride a horse and simply learn some Chinese. How about cooking the group of Han Chinese for me?"

Of course good.

At that time, Yu Wenxiao's victory came back, and the tent spread all his achievements in capturing the twelve counties of the three states of Daxia in one fell swoop. He was magnificent and heroic. He was a hero of the grassland.

Yu Wenxiao rubbed the top of his head fiercely, "Then wipe the tears clean, our Xiongnu boys are all iron, cry and cry like what!"

This sentence was inscribed into the heart. Even though Yu Wenxiao fought to death in the battlefield five years later, Ma Ge was still shrouded in corpses. He did not cry, but swallowed with blood.

Yu Wen Falcon looked around among the weeping crowd, Yu Wen Xiao's body was wrapped tightly, and no trace of it was peeping. He wanted to step forward, and his father drove him away angrily, turned to a cremation, and let his ashes rise in the wind.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the gray dust wiped the gap between his fingers and was empty.

Eight years later, Yu Wen Falcon finally learned the truth from the strange Han population.

No wonder that the corpse was recovered like this. It turned out that his hero was covered with scars. It turned out that his hero was half-broken. It turned out that his hero was already hollow. It turned out that his hero was no longer human.

It turned out that his hero was so unbearable before his death. It turned out that his hero once betrayed. It turned out that his hero... was so tortured.

His hero.

"Why are you here alone?"

Yuwen Falcon swiftly returned to his head, turning his head to look, "Emperor..."

The man stood in front of him with a smile, with a gentle face from Han Chinese, "What's wrong with His Royal Highness?"

"It's nothing." Yu Wen falconed his expression and stood up. "I know you, you are a distinguished guest of my father."

The man smiled, "His Royal Highness is not in a bad mood because of the failure of peace talks with Da Xia?" He didn't wait for Yu Wen Fang to answer, Gu Zi continued: "I said earlier with Shan Yu, there are two people, Chu Ming Yun and Su Shi Yu. This peace talk is destined to fail. But unfortunately, if you refuse to listen to me, you will want to touch this nail, and it’s no wonder that your royal highness is yours."

"What do you mean?"

"Of course it was attacked."

Yuwen Falcon looked at him, "You are clearly a Han."

"Yes, I'm a Han." The man smiled, "I want to come to Shan Yu to discuss a business, but unfortunately Shan Yu dragged on for so long, and sent your prince to negotiate, as if she did not intend to promise me."

"Are you...treasonable?" Yu Wen Falcon asked.

"Can't say that," the man laughed. "Some means to achieve the goal. It's just a little exchange, it's good for each other. Why not do it?"

"You also said that my father didn't intend to promise you," Yu Wen Falcon had no intention of talking anymore. "You think about it."

"Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu," the man said suddenly, "Have your prince seen these two in Daxia?"

Yuwen Falcon paused and looked up at him.

"It seems that you don't like these two people very much," the man smiled. "It's quite difficult to deal with, isn't it?"

"I don't feel much about the doctor, the gentle gentle gentleman seems to have any real skills," Yuwen Hayato said. "And that Chu Mingyun..." He gritted his teeth slightly and did not continue.

The man lowered his voice, "Don't you want to kill him?"

Yuwen Falcon stunned, a wildfire burned in his chest, an uncontrollable pain, a word of hatred, "think."

Think, want to kill him.

The man paid the price, avenged himself for his insult, and avenged his hero.

"Then kill him."

Yuwen Falcon took a deep breath, barely calming down a bit, "You don't have to convince me that my father won't care what I say."

The man smiled lowly, "Single old, without ambition and naturally do not want to fight," he paused, staring at Yuwen Falcon: "But you are different, His Royal Highness, you are still young."

Captain Fuzhong.

Chu Mingyun put down his chopsticks, carried a cup of tea in his hand, and glanced at the person who was eating on the side of the head.

"Du Yue," Chu Mingyun rarely called his name. "How do you think Su Shiyu treated me?"

"My cousin is very good to everyone." Du Yue stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs without thinking.

"Which asked others, I asked it to me."

"Are you sorry to ask?" Du Yue intended to sneer, but after he caught Chu Mingyun's line of sight, he turned a soft bend, and he rubbed his nose, his voice said dumbly: "I'm wondering my watch Why didn't you kill you while there were few people."

"..."

Is this what his pharmacist should say?

"How to say?" Chu Mingyun asked.

"Your personality is too bad. My cousin hasn't worked with you for so long. It seems that his cultivation is really high."

Chu Mingyun frowned slightly and did not answer.

Du Yue thought he didn't believe it and seriously emphasized to him, "Don't you really feel that you are particularly illicit? I told you that if I can't beat you, I have thought many times..."

Chu Mingyun glanced at him, "What do you want?"

Du Yue's words suddenly stuck in his throat. He glanced at Qin Zhao's empty seat beside his eyes, and immediately coughed to change the subject. "Nothing, nothing. Um... that... ah, right, how did you ask this?" "

Chu Mingyun flexed his fingers against his jaw, Wen Yan slowly aroused a smile, "Because he is my sweetheart."

Du Yue dropped the teacup on the ground by mistake.

The maid in Tsing Yi hurried forward to clean up and turned back.

Du Yue froze for a while, suddenly realized, and pointed directly at him, "I know, do you want me to call you cousin! Your surname is Chu! You can be so sad and mad to take advantage of me! You can't let me die..."

Chu Mingyun looked at him, his eyes quiet.

Du Yue slowly lowered his hand, "You... aren't you..."

Chu Mingyun smiled very softly, "Why can't it be?"

Du Yue was in a trance, and finally calmed down, hesitantly said: "I'm serious, I think...it's better not to like my cousin..."

Chu Mingyun laughed slowly, "Why don't you care if I'm afraid I robbed him?"

"No." Du Yue stared at him seriously. "You are useless if you like him."

Du Yue laboriously organized the wording, "It's not like how you are, it's my cousin. He doesn't seem to be the kind of person who would like something. Since I was little, I haven't seen him show what he likes very much. There is nothing, just like he is proficient in temperament, but that is also because my aunt likes piano, not my cousin himself." After he was silent for a while, he raised his eyebrows reluctantly: "Just like he seems quite I like how I look, but only because he and I are blood relatives, if not, he will not treat me as special..."

The so-called unintentional desire.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Chu Mingyun interrupted him.

"... He wouldn't like you," Du Yue said. "Just saying that you threw the jade pen, it should be reasonable not to even go to the door of the Su family, but my cousin still seems to take you It’s good to be a friend. Really, that’s enough. You still have to die early, otherwise you will be sad."

"Done?" Chu Mingyun said casually.

"Huh." Du Yue nodded.

"Continue to eat when you are finished."

"Hello—?" Du Yue was stunned. "What kind of reaction are you, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Chu Mingyun slightly tilted his head and looked at the blue tea to reflect his eyes, and suddenly chuckled, "Will there be me in his heart and whether there is him in my heart, it is a different matter."

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The Xiongnu people don't care about whitewashing or the like, they have different positions, and just complete the character.

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