Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The candlelight swayed, the ancient Sudanese figure stayed still, the lines were cold and the eyes were cold, the black gloved hand was holding the long knife, the back of the hand was stretched, full of strength, and a long black shadow under the cage in front of the couch .

Yaoying looked into his eyes and found that his dark blue eyes were faintly tinged with different colors, which seemed to be radiant.

Like the shining galaxy in the boundless sky of the desert at night, overlooking the earth, deep, remote, vast, cold and unattainable.

Even the murderous aura surrounding him was cold and indifferent.

This kind of silence without sorrow, joy, desire and demand, Yaoying has seen in another person.

There was a strange feeling in her heart, she couldn't help but straighten up, leaned in front of Sultan Gu, and took a close look at his eyes.

Obviously two completely different people...

Sultan Gu was motionless, looking at Yaoying calmly, with a calm expression.

Yaoying hurriedly returned to her place and smiled at him. Instinctively, knowing that he would not be angry, her smile unconsciously showed a somewhat straightforward and coquettish mood.

Sultan Gu was really not angry, and there was no expression on his face. He looked down, "Every time Bei Rong annexes a tribe, the Khan will immediately divide the military system and appoint the chief. The young and middle-aged of the tribe can be the chief and private soldiers, and the rest are the chief servants. , You need to pay taxes to the chief. The chief not only leads the army, but also manages the general affairs of the various ministries, hundreds of households, thousands of households, and ten thousand heads of households. The ranks of officers come from the Beirong nobles. All the people under the noble names are soldiers and can be charged on horses during wartime. All civilians The government is divided into several levels and strictly managed. Ordinary people can only be promoted through military merit. Therefore, they are brave in combat and not afraid of death. The chief uses this to firmly control all areas."

Yaoying frowned slightly.

The countries in the North Rong and the Western Regions still retained the system of nobles keeping slaves, and the slaves’ cattle and sheep tents and property all belonged to the nobles. She thought that Bei Rong had been busy with conquests over the years and neglected the management of the occupied land. She only knew that civilians were taken captive for the nobles to drive. According to Sultan Gu, Bei Rong was indeed barbaric, but their arrogant management method was indeed simple and effective. Not only can it suppress the rebellion of the various ministries and make them unable to resist, but also allow the young and middle-aged ministries to fight for allegiance to the North Rong and open up territory for the North Rong.

In this way, the small tribe with a small number of people will completely die out in just one or two years, and the big tribe will soon fall apart.

Under such strict hierarchies, all the people are docile and docile. Everyone belongs to a certain chief or tribe. If you travel for dozens of miles, you have to inform the nobles. Under this circumstance, the people dared not take in and hide strangers, and even scrambled to inform them. It was easy for the guards at checkpoints in various places to distinguish whether they were the people under the rule of Beirong.

Sultan Gu continued: "The Northern Army has a complete range of troops, not only cavalry, but also a large number of infantry. The cavalry in the cavalry marches out and the light cavalry patrols. The light cavalry of the Northern Army comes from various tribes, is familiar with the terrain, speaks various languages, and has close contacts with the locals. As long as strangers pass by, the light cavalry will question their identities."

Bei Rong strictly forbids the people to go east, and passers-by who can't answer cross-examination, whether they are Hu or Han, will be killed.

Yaoying thought of the soldiers who had escorted her out and kissed her, her fingers quivered.

Can those loyal guards who died under the sword of the Beirong light cavalry return their souls to their hometowns?

"In addition, Bei Rong has also trained a scout force."

"The scout troops?"

Yaoying murmured.

By the way, Haidu Aling almost provoked a war among the Central Plains countries at the beginning because he was familiar with the national conditions of each country and had a set of intelligence networks all over the Central Plains.

It turns out that Bei Rong has a scout force that specializes in spying on the enemy and investigating the movements of various countries, and the scale is definitely beyond her imagination.

She sighed, feeling heavy.

Blocking things, hundreds of miles of uninhabited deserts, hunger and suffering, and sickness are nothing. The difficult thing is how to pass the blockade and interrogate.

Yaoying frowned slightly, sitting in thought.

Sultan Gu did not disturb her aloud, the room was quiet, and the needle dropped.

The candlelight trembled suddenly and the lights dimmed. Yaoying regained her consciousness suddenly. She didn't know how long she had been thinking about it. She stood up and said goodbye, "Thank you, General, for answering my questions.

Sultan Gu said nothing.

Yaoying stared at him for a while, wondering if it was her illusion. She felt that he was more indifferent than usual. Although he had always looked like this murderous body, she could feel the slight difference.

It was like a murderous knife re-opening its front, shimmering, cold and sharp.

Everything that originally belonged to him was erased.

I haven't seen him for a few hours, what happened to him? Why is there such a big change?

Yaoying was suspicious, went out of the house, rolled her eyes, and whispered to Yuanjue: "Who has the regent seen since he came back?"

Yuanjue asked vigilantly: "What does the princess ask this for?"

Yaoying looked at him, her eyes drifting.

Yuanjue straightened her chest, with an expression of no comment.

Yaoying smiled and said, "It's okay, I just ask. The regent hasn't rested so late, and even the iron beating people can't stand it. Please persuade him more."

Yuanjue's expression eased, and with a sound, the back who watched her turned away from the corridor, he kept thinking about her question just now, pacing back and forth.

After Sultan Gu came back, he stayed alone in the house. He didn't use food or order anything. He only said a few words to the princess, but he didn't dare to go in and disturb.

After a cup of tea, Yuan Jue gritted his teeth and pushed the door into the room. Just stepping into the room with his boots, he was immediately forced to take a step back by the fierce and murderous wind on his face.

He shook his heart and raised his head.

Sultan Gu sat in front of the couch, his eyes drooping slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, a faint blush floated, his muscles swelled and plump, his black robe was tight, almost torn apart, and his whole body was murderous. soaring.

Yuanjue's face changed drastically, and he wanted to step forward, but his legs couldn't move.

The room was filled with the meaning of killing, and the ancient eyebrows of the Sudan became more and more red.

The invisible pressure rushed towards Yuanjue, and the mighty pressure forced him to fall to the ground. He bit his tongue to stay awake, using his hands and feet together, struggling to crawl out of the house, his face pale and his clothes soaked with cold sweat. The cold night wind outside the house blew his face, he panted quickly, his throat was filled with sweetness, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

There were a few light footsteps in the quiet night.

Yuanjue immediately got up, wiped off the blood stains at the corners of his mouth, and shook his hand to the soldiers who came to check after hearing the sound, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

The soldiers retreated.

Yuanjue's heart beat wildly, turned around, and closed the door. He didn't dare to get too close. He knelt on the floor by the door, bent his head, his forehead pressed against the back of his hand, and said in a trembled voice: "Wang, you should take the medicine."

The coercion skyrocketed suddenly.

Yuanjue didn't dare to raise his head, shaking like chaff, sweating.

After a long while, the murderous aura gradually disappeared.

As if the clouds were blowing and raining, the ice and snow melted, so that Yuanjue's frightened killing intent disappeared.

He quietly wiped off his sweat and raised his head.

The lights were dim, and the sitting Sultan Gu seemed to be exhausted. He leaned back on the Pingji, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.

Yuanjue quickly got up, rushed to the couch, took out the medicine bottle, poured out a pill and fed him to take it.

Sultan Gu took the medicine, closed his eyes, folded his hands, brows flushed, and beads of sweat crawled on his forehead.

Yuanjue didn't dare to wait any longer, so he respectfully exited the house, closed the door, and let out a long breath.

They have to hurry back to the Wang Court.

Yuanjue thought for a while, called the soldiers who came to take care of the goshawk, and whispered a few words.

Half an hour later, the goshawk flew into the dark night sky with flapping wings.

…

Just before the royal guards released the goshawk, several soldiers in tight short uniforms left the courtyard and plunged into the darkness. Some of them were servants of Yang Qian, who knew the layout of the city and led others. People walked unimpeded in the dark, avoided the patrolling soldiers smoothly, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to a different courtyard of Yang Qian.

Yang Qian came into the house alone, waking up and sleeping, and said, "The princess has an order, and the plan is ahead."

Yang Qian woke up from his dream and was at a loss: "Why in advance?"

It was Xie Chong who came, and he explained: "The princess said that she must go back to the royal court immediately. There is no time to delay."

Yang Qian was courageous, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Whether it is in advance, I will tell the lord."

The two discussed a few words, Xie Chong wrote down the time and location, took the bronze talisman, and returned to the courtyard.

Yaoying nodded after hearing his report.

Xie Chong asked: "Princess, why do you want to advance the plan? Will it be too hasty?"

After the princess came back from Sultan Gu tonight, she suddenly said that the plan was changed and asked him to go to Yang Qian to spread the word. Yang Qian asked him the reason, but he was also at a loss.

Yaoying sat in front of the lampstand, tapped her slender fingers on the table, and said, "I have caused too much trouble to the Buddha, so it's better to return to the palace as soon as possible."

Sultan Gu is very weird, she can't tell what is weird, she only has a strong intuition that they should go back to the royal court.

…

The next evening, the palace.

Mrs. Ina is bold and generous, holding grand banquets every night, the palace is brightly lit, and there are bursts of music.

There was a burst of laughter in the corridor, and a few blonde and blue-eyed Hu women in long skirts walked out of Yuchi Dharma's felt tent and swaggered past a woman surrounded by luxurious decorations and rich slaves.

The woman is Princess Ina, the wife of the lord.

When the Hu women passed in front of her, they deliberately opened their clothes to reveal the snow.

Mrs. Ina's face was pale, and she asked the guards in front of the gallery: "Does the lord of the country meet with the ministers?"

The soldier respectfully said: "Madam, the host only meets these days...I have received some beautiful singers, and Yang Jiashiro has been here several times to accompany the host to drink and play."

Mrs. Ina squinted her eyes.

The dude of the Yang family? A ranger who only knows how to fight with people all day long? Not to be afraid.

The soldier asked cautiously: "Madam, do you want to stop those singers?"

Mrs. Ina sneered: "What are you doing to stop them? The lord of the country is separated from the son, sad and upset. Those female slaves can help him to get rid of loneliness. It fits my heart. You don’t have to stop. If the lord wants to see some, let him see. Piece."

In the end, Yuchi Dharma was the Lord of Gaochang. She forcibly sent his child away and could not deceive others too much. In case he raised the flag of rebellion in anger, she would not be able to explain to Wakhan Khan.

Anyway, a pair of his children had been killed by her, and Gao Chang was destined to belong to her son in the future.

Does he think that pampering the singer will irritate her? She is Princess Bei Rong, and with her, these singers are just a bunch of lowly slaves.

Bitch! Actually dared to open his teeth and claws in front of her! Sooner or later they will be skinned...

Madam Ina pressed her anger and walked away.

The banquet laughed and made noise.

An hour later, a figure walked from the noisy hall.

The guards walked forward and looked at the other side a few times, and saw that the person was a woman with a head full of pearls, wearing a wide veil and a goddess mask, looked at each other, and returned to her original position.

The wife said that there is no need to stop, they don't need to be nosy.

The woman twisted her waist and stepped into the felt tent, her whole body suddenly changed, she took off the mask, revealing a handsome face, high nose and deep eyes, a pair of pale yellow eyes, and her eyes sharp like eagles.

"How did the country master think about it?"

Yuchi Dharma slumped on the couch, with red hair scattered, and his clothes wide open. He snorted coldly, and said: "Yina is a snake-hearted, imprisoned the king, kill my child, my Yuchi Dharma is not at odds with her!"

He said, sitting up excitedly, eyes gloomy.

"If the prince can help me get revenge and kill the poisonous woman of Ina, I Gao Chang would be loyal to the prince and help the prince win the position of profuse sweat!"

Haidu Aling smiled at the corners of her lips, and sat down cross-legged, without taking the words from Yuchi Bodhidharma, "The Lord's words are heavy, and I am in a difficult situation now, I just want to save my life."

Yuchi Dharma's pupils shrank.

Haidu Aling was too calm, and at this point, he would not say anything about replacing Wakhan Khan, and he would not fall into the hands of others.

He was calm, his eyes were red, and he said with deep pain: "The prince is the first warrior of the Northern Rong. The eagle should have struck the sky and was admired by thousands of people. Several princes are narrow-minded, jealous of the prince's vigor and bravery. Planning, I'm afraid it's just like me, the catastrophe is imminent!"

Haidu Aling smiled, "I came to see the Lord, just to plan for myself."

The light in the tent was dim, and the two looked at each other, measuring in their hearts.

At this time, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the tent, the figure in front of the tent shook, and countless soldiers with torches sprang out from the corner and rushed towards the tent.

The corridors that were still quiet just now were crowded with people, cries, shouts, and cries merged, and the roof tiles vibrated.

"There is an assassin! Catch him!"

"Madam has an order, don't keep alive, whoever cuts off the assassin's head, rewards one hundred gold!"

Haidu Aling's face changed, and he glared at Yuchi Dharma: "You set an ambush?"

Yuchi Dharma was also shocked, and hurriedly got up from the couch, trembling and saying: "I didn't! Did you reveal your whereabouts when you came?"

A few swishes, the chilling sound of breaking through the air, pierced through the air, like a large net, covering the tent.

Haidu Aling drew out the dagger hidden at his waist, rushed out of the felt tent, dodged from left to right, swung a few squares away, and scanned it calmly.

The corridors and halls were densely packed with guards. The guests at the banquet fled away with their heads on their heads. There were hands in ambushes on the four corners and roofs, and poisonous juice was smeared on them, and the cold light flickered.

The shouting outside the courtyard wall shook the sky, and more and more people came around.

Haidu Aling gritted his teeth.

How did Yina know that he is in Gaochang? Why set an ambush to kill him? Did she know that Jin Bo died in the hands of his men?

Yuchi Damo's face was pale, and he grabbed Haidu Aling's arm: "Prince, you can take me hostage! Yina dare not kill me!"

Haidu Aling raised the corner of his eyes, glanced at him, strangled his throat without hesitation, grabbed his shoulder, and rushed towards the guard.

No matter who told the secret, escape from the palace first.

…

On the promenade separated by a wall, Yaoying wearing a mask climbed onto the wall under the protection of Yang Qian, hiding in the shadows, and looking out at the courtyard below her feet.

Haidu Aling was surrounded by people, and the arrows were like a rain of locusts, woven a large airtight net, enclosing his tall body.

She held her breath.

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Haidu Aling will not die in the next chapter.

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