Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 486 The Witch and the Donkey Hoof Family's Youngest Son
The camping site chosen by Yang Yuan and others is backed by a hillside, with the Xiaolin River on the left and an open area on the right.

Basically, if you camp here, it will be difficult to be attacked by surprise.

The camping site was chosen by Wanyan Hongkang.

In terms of knowledge and insight, he was not as good as Yang Yuan and Shangguan Luo, but marching and fighting seemed to be his instinct.

Along the way, Yang Yuan followed his arrangements in this regard, and also asked him in detail the reasons for these arrangements, which really benefited him a lot.

When the people on Yang Yuan's side heard the warning, they all stood up and prepared for battle.

Even Yingge and A'man picked up their bows and daggers respectively and stood beside their men vigilantly.

"Who's in front? Stop!"

There was still an arrow's distance away, but a soldier had already cupped his hands into a trumpet and was shouting towards the front.

The other side stopped advancing because they saw the fire.

The stove was dug underground as requested by Wanyan Hongkang, and it cannot be seen from a distance.

But it was night time and the other party was close enough for us to see a faint glow of fire.

Soon, a man came over alone.

There was only one person, which meant that there was no intention to engage in battle. The other party was probably just passing by and met them by chance, rather than deliberately targeting them.

This made Yang Yuan, Wanyan Hongkang and others breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing Ah Man hunched over slightly, looking very alert, Yang Yuan couldn't help but pat her shoulders and comforted her with a smile, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Ah Man immediately expressed her loyalty: "Master, I am not afraid. Even if I die, I will die before you."

"You'd better die under me."

Yang Yuan chuckled in her ear, held her wrist, pushed the knife towards her scabbard, and then looked up.

Although they couldn't see the people coming clearly in the darkness, their shadowy figures made it seem that their number was much larger than theirs.

The man stopped a few dozen steps away and shouted, "I am Zheng Xiaobu, a mouke under King Zhenzhu. Which tribe are you from?"

Wanyan Hongkang's expression changed, and he whispered to Yang Yuan, "Our enemy is here."

Yang Yuan knew that the opponent he was talking about was a strong competitor of "Du Bo Ji Lie".

However, once the two sides have determined the winner, they will work together to deal with Wanyan Liang.

Therefore, the two sides will not go to war as soon as they meet.

Although if the other party could be killed, a strong competitor would be eliminated.

But unless the party that takes action can ensure that all of the other party's people are killed and no one is allowed to escape.

Otherwise, the party that takes action will not only lose the qualification to compete, but will also become the target of public criticism.

As for Wanyan Yuanyun's death, his case was rather special.

The Shangguan siblings have not yet let him make public the news that he will be attending the Dubojilie Conference as a representative of Huanxiling.

Because according to the original plan, Wanyan Yuanyun had to at least conquer Huanxi Town first.

Moreover, it had to be that the important members of Wanyan Luti's own branch had not returned to Shangjing, otherwise his position would be a bit unjustified anyway.

His death was a purely family matter for the lineage of the King of Yue.

Yang Yuan whispered, "Have you seen him?"

Wanyan Hongkang shook his head and whispered, "No. Oh, by the way, in terms of seniority, he is my uncle."

The blood relationship between this uncle and nephew is not close. If you go back to the generation of Jin Jingzu Wanyan Wugunai, they had the same father.

By the time of Wanyan Hongkang's generation, he was already five generations away from the throne.

Yang Yuan nodded, took a few steps forward, raised his Dantian Qi, and said loudly: "Wanyan Hongkang, the crown prince of Yue, wants to attend the meeting at the Holy Mountain and is stationed here."

The other person was shouting, but Yang Yuan's words were spoken calmly. It was not possible to hear how hard he was shouting, but his voice was clear and far away, and even people within an arrow's range could hear it.

On a horse, Sheyema, who was in his fifties and had a white beard on his chest, raised his thick eyebrows slightly and said in surprise: "What a coincidence, it turns out to be the eldest son of the Donkey Ti family."

On a horse nearby, a woman in her thirties, dressed in a white robe, had a twinkle in her eyes and said with a low laugh, "My lord, they don't seem to have many people."

Sheyema heard her hidden meaning and shook his head, saying, "Udayou, this nephew and I are competitors, but not enemies."

Wudayou is not a person's name, it means "witch" in Jurchen.

This woman is a shaman.

The social classes in the Jurchen Jin Dynasty were very chaotic.

In the Central Plains region, the original feudal dynasty system had been completely accepted.

The Meng'an Mouke system was basically implemented in the Liaodong region.

However, in Shangjing Huining Prefecture and even some more remote tribes, theocracy still has a great influence.

It seems that the "Wudayou" in front of us should be the controller of the divine power in the Sheyema tribe.

Their theocratic rulers were not above the royal power like the Western religions at that time, but they also had considerable influence.

Sheye looked around the terrain and nodded with satisfaction, saying, "The eldest son of the Donkey Ti family knows how to choose a place."

He slowly turned his eyes, looked around, and ordered, "Let's set up camp here."

Sheyema dismounted and shouted, "Tell them to let the eldest son of the Donkey Ti family come to see me."

The guard shouted loudly, and after hearing it, the people on the other side all looked at Yang Yuan.

After hearing this, Yang Yuan said to Wanyan Hongkang, "I'll go over there."

Ah Man said nervously: "Master, their intentions are unclear, will there be danger?"

Yang Yuan touched her little head and said with a smile: "My uncle is from the Zhizhi family, he shouldn't be that stupid."

Wanyan Sheyema was the son of Wanyan Zonghan, whose father was Wanyan Sagai, whose father was Wanyan Hezhe, and who was the elder brother of Wanyan Helibo, the father of Wanyan Aguda.

Wanyan Hezhe had a feminine character and was not strong enough, which obviously made him unqualified to be a king in an era when the Jurchens were fighting for the throne.

Therefore, he was deprived of his inheritance rights by his father, who instead supported the lineage of Wanyan Aguda.

However, Sheye Mazushang was not left out because of this.

Before Aguda unified the Jin Dynasty, his ancestors were the ones in charge of internal affairs management and strategic planning of the Wanyan tribe.

After Aguda established the Great Jin Dynasty, Sheyema's grandfather Wanyan Sagai became the "Guolun Bojilie" (Prime Minister) of the Jin Dynasty.

However, after Jin Xizong came to power, he abolished the Bojilie system. From then on, the throne was inherited only by the family, and Wanyan Sagai's descendants fell into decline.

Now it seems that Wanyan Sheyema obviously did not accept this decline calmly, and now that he has the opportunity, he has stood up.

Shangguan Luo smiled slightly and said, "Luo is a counselor, so he will naturally accompany the young prince."

Yingge was still worried, bit her lip, and said resolutely: "I am your woman, I will go with you too!"

If She Ye Ma really lost his mind and wanted to kill Yang Yuan, then having Ying Ge would be of no help and would only result in one more death.

But she still wanted to go with him, which made Yang Yuan feel warm in his heart. He looked at her deeply and smiled, "Okay!"

Wanyan Hongkang rolled his eyes and said boredly: "Then I will stay at home!"

Yang Yuan laughed, gave some more instructions to Wanyan Hongkang, and then walked forward with Shangguan Luo.

Yingge hung up the bow, adjusted her sword, and quickly followed.

When Ah Man saw this, he put his sword on his waist and followed without saying a word.

She was the maidservant of her own girl, so she had to go wherever the girl went.

Yang Yuan only brought Shangguan Luo and two women, and got closer and closer to the other party.

At this time he saw the approximate number of the other side, there should be more than three hundred people.

Following the order from the Pearl King Sheyema, his subordinates are setting up camp.

Yang Yuan noticed that in the middle of their team, there was actually a long-distance carriage with wheels higher than a person's shoulders.

The soldiers were unloading some items from the wagons and setting up tents.

Yang Yuan was speechless upon seeing this. This King of Pearls really knew how to enjoy himself. He was supposed to be on a light ride on horseback, but he actually brought a felt tent?
However, he soon realized that he had guessed wrong.

That big tent did not belong to Sheyema, but to "Udayou" of the Sheyema tribe.

There was a flat ground in front of the felt tent. The soldiers quickly flattened the weeds and lit a bonfire in the middle.

On both sides of the tent in front of the campfire, there was a felt blanket on the ground. A table was placed in front of the blankets and people sat on them.

Yang Yuan sat alone at a table, with Yingge and A'man beside him, and Shangguan Luo sat at another table below him.

Opposite him was the Pearl King Sheyema. Below Sheyema was also a separate table. That was the seat of Zhuzhu, the "Wudayou" of the tribe. However, she was not there at the moment. As soon as the tent was set up, she went back to take a bath.

Yang Yuan is now impersonating Wanyan Hongkang. Fortunately, Wanyan Hongkang and Sheyema have never met, so there is no need to worry about being exposed.

Sheyema's followers quickly dug a stove, boiled tea and brought it to them. Yang Yuan chatted with Sheyema while drinking tea.

Sheyema looked at the two beautiful girls on Yang Yuan's left and right, stroked his beard and smiled, "Haha, it's true that young men are so romantic. My nephew actually brought two beautiful maids with him when he went to the Holy Mountain."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "They are not my nephew's maids, but my women."

Yang Yuan gestured to Yingge and said, "This is Yingge, the beloved daughter of Master Temuerlun, the hereditary ruler of Sabashan."

Perhaps some forces in Liaodong had heard about Li Taigong giving Ugurun Yingge to Yang Xue Shi of the Song Dynasty, but the tribal leaders in Shangjing were not so well-informed.

Even if they knew, it wouldn't matter. In order to save his life, Yang Xueshi of the Song Dynasty gave the beauty to the young prince Wanyan. Wasn't that right?

Yingge stood up and bowed to Sheyema Yingying, saying softly, "Ugulun Yingge greets the Zhenzhu King."

As expected, Sheyema was unaware that Ugun Yingge had been captured.

His expression suddenly changed, and he leaned forward slightly, and said in a deep voice: "My dear nephew, have you brought the Uguluan family here?"

Yang Yuan shook his head and said nonchalantly: "The Wugulun family is following the Liaoyang Ge King wholeheartedly."

He put his arm around Yingge's shoulders and said with a smile, "She is my trophy."

Yingge's pretty face turned red and she glared at Yang Yuan in reproach.

Sheyema was stunned at first, then he raised his big beard and laughed loudly: "You dare to treat the daughter of the Ugulu family as a slave. Incredible, incredulous, a hero emerges from youth!"

"What's up? Why are you laughing so happily?" The curtain was lifted, and Wu Dayou walked out of the tent. She changed into her normal clothes, still in white, with a white silk short jacket and a light blue silk cotton skirt.

She should be around thirty years old, with a bright smile on her face, a beauty like a red rose.

Perhaps because she is a witch, her wild charm is also tempered with a bit of restraint and dignity.

She had just finished a shower and her hair was still wet, hanging loosely on her shoulders.

Yang Yuan had just heard Sheyema's introduction and knew that she was the shaman of the Sheyema tribe.

Yingge also whispered a few words to him. Yang Yuan already knew that this shaman had a great influence in the Sheyema tribe.

The fact that she is qualified to accompany Sheyema to attend the Holy Mountain Conference also shows that he should be an important figure among the top few in the Sheyema tribe.

Therefore, Yang Yuan immediately stood up and greeted her again.

"You're welcome, young prince." Wu Dayou was stunned when he saw Yang Yuan stand up to greet him.

The overall situation of shamans is not good now. Not only are they suppressed by imperial power and royal power, but they also face competition from many sects such as Buddhism and Taoism. Their influence among the Jurchens is gradually weakening.

The reason why Zhuzhu still has such a great influence in the Sheyema tribe is not because of her identity as "Wudayou", but because of her power and means.

Wuda was particularly happy to see the young Wanyan prince treat her with such courtesy.

Therefore, the look she gave Yang Yuan became much friendlier and more cordial.

Looking at Wudayou, who had just finished bathing and was as bright and beautiful as a pearl just out of water, Yingge could not help but reveal envy.

They didn't bring any tents during the march, so it wasn't a big deal that sleeping was a bit difficult, but the most important thing was that the weather was cold and the women couldn't go into the water to bathe at will.

For women, taking a hot bath at this time would be a luxury.

Sheyema's men lit several bonfires, and the camp was set up in a simple manner.

They only needed to set up a tent for Wudayou, make some simple defenses outside the camp, and arrange guard posts outside.

The mutton rolling in the big pot gradually exudes a rich meaty aroma.

Soon, plates of steaming mutton were delivered to their table.

The fatty mutton, dipped in salt, tastes incredibly delicious without any other seasoning.

She Ye Ma asked someone to bring a few bags of good wine, and he drank and ate meat with Yang Yuan and others.

Wu Dayou listened to the rambling conversation between the "uncle and nephew", but never got to the point. Suddenly, he interrupted with a smile and said, "The young prince went to the Holy Mountain on behalf of your father, but it was to compete for the position of 'Du Bo Ji Lie'."

"What Wu Dayou said was not accurate enough. I went to the Holy Mountain not to compete, but to confirm."

Yang Yuan put down the piece of fat mutton stuck on the tip of the knife, grabbed a towel and wiped his mouth, then smiled and said:

"I will confirm the King of Yue's status as the leader of the alliance with all the tribes, and we will swear an oath to the Holy Mountain together and stand together from now on."

Wu Dayou raised his eyebrows slightly with a wild and charming look, and asked back: "You go to confirm? What do you mean?"

Yang Yuan said: "It was the King of Yue who first raised the banner of rebellion against tyranny; it was the King of Yue who stationed troops in Dading to resist the imperial court; and among all the tribes resisting the tyrant, the King of Yue is the one with the closest royal bloodline.

I went to the Holy Mountain to confirm the King of Yue's status as the leader of the alliance. Is there anyone else who is qualified to compete with the King of Yue?"

Sheyema and Wudayou both thought that Yang Yuan, despite being the crown prince of the King of Yue, kept calling him the King of Yue in order to emphasize his identity as the King of Yue, so they did not doubt him.

After hearing Yang Yuan's reason, Sheyema couldn't help but blush.

He was forced to leave the mountains by several large tribes.

To be honest, he also felt that no matter from which perspective, he had no right to compete with the donkey.

Including Wanyan Darui, he is not worthy.

At the beginning, he made Wanyan Luti take on the tough task of going to Dading Prefecture to fight against the imperial army that was sent to suppress the rebellion.

Wanyan Luti actually held on, which caused his reputation to skyrocket.

Although Wanyan Darui had mobilized a large number of people and expanded his troops during this period, his troops were obviously inferior to Wanyan Luti's in terms of eliteness, and even more so in terms of reputation.

Moreover, in terms of the closeness of royal blood relationship, Wanyan Dari and Sheye Ma are not as close as Wanyan Luti.

Their closest blood relatives are the descendants of the Aguda brothers, so how can they compare with others?

However, hearing Wanyan Hongkang say it so confidently, Sheyema was still quite displeased.

He snorted coldly and said, "Although what my nephew said makes sense.

But who the tribes support is the key to whether this alliance can be established. Nephew, you are a little arrogant. "

Yang Yuan said proudly: "Only the arrogant can become a hero in troubled times. The King of Yue is like this, and so is this prince.

Assessing the situation, being patient, weighing the pros and cons... perhaps when the world is at peace, that is the mentality that an emperor should have.

But when it comes to breaking the old and establishing the new and calling on the world, being crazy is the capital to achieve hegemony. What do you think, uncle?"

Sheyema suddenly thought of his great-grandfather Wanyan Hezhe. It was because Wanyan Hezhe was not outspoken enough, had a more feminine temperament, and always liked to plan things behind the scenes that he missed the position of leader of the alliance as his elder brother and let Aguda take the position.

Thinking of this, Sheyema couldn't help but waver. Could it be that... one has to be like Wanyan Luti to be a hero in troubled times?
Wu Dayou looked at Yang Yuan happily. She felt that what the young prince said was right.

If a man wants to achieve hegemony, he should have this kind of domineering spirit.

She looked at Yang Yuan with her watery eyes and felt a burning sensation in her heart.

It must have been because of the strong heat from the bonfire that even her chest felt a little swollen.

Shangguan Luo also looked at Yang Yuan with joy, and he also fully agreed with Yang Yuan's words.

This is the demeanor of a hero!
As for planning strategies, isn’t it enough to have a counselor?

Are Zhang Liang and Xiao He just decorations?

I want to be the Zhang Liang and Xiao He of the Crown Prince.

Yang Yuan seemed to sense Shangguan Luo's eager gaze, but his gaze did not shift. He smiled again and said, "Besides, we also have the famous scholar Shangguan from the Great Jin Dynasty."

Shangguan Luo hurriedly bowed to Wanyan Sheyema and Wudayou.

Yang Yuan said: "It is enough to have such a great talent to plan the strategy. Uncle, do you think that our Great Jin Taizu was the best in the world in terms of civil and military strategy?
No, no, no, those are the heroes enshrined in the Shengwu Hall of Yanqing Palace. As a ruler, you just need to be good at commanding your generals."

Shangguan Luo saw Yang Yuan comparing him to the Yanqing meritorious official who was enshrined in the Shengwu Hall, and he quickly stood up and thanked him, saying, "I am overwhelmed with fear, and I am willing to sacrifice my life for you, Your Highness!"

Sheyema was speechless after hearing Yang Yuan's words. His ancestor was enshrined in the Shengwu Hall, and was ranked second. How could he refute it?

Sheyema thought that he also had the support of many large tribes, and the King of Yue was not here. His son, a junior, might not be qualified to compete with him.

He smiled slightly and said, "I think that those who have the appearance of an emperor will not be good at talking.

Nephew, it is a good thing that you have this confidence. Let's see what the heroes on the Holy Mountain will choose."

Yang Yuan smiled slightly, raised his glass and said, "That's right. We'll know the answer to this matter when we get to the Holy Mountain. Uncle, please!"

Sheyema raised the cup and drank it all, then grabbed the knife and started cutting the meat.

Wu Dayou had those bright and wild big eyes. She glanced at Sheyema, then at Yang Yuan, smiled, picked up the cup, and gently took a sip of the wine with her plump, red lips.

When Yang Yuan put down the cup and looked up, he saw Wu Dayou's beautiful eyes, her lips slightly parted, and the charm on the tip of her tongue just passing across her red lips.

Yingge immediately put her arm around his arm, and her elbow felt soft.

Ah Man on the other side picked up a piece of fragrant lamb shoulder, put it to his lips, and said sweetly: "Master, you eat meat."

The dinner changed the topic and no longer mentioned the meeting on the Holy Mountain.

Both of them are the strongest contenders for the position of leader of the Holy Mountain Association. Everything will depend on who can get more support on the Holy Mountain. Naturally, there is no need for verbal disputes at this time.

They just need to test the waters a little and understand the other party's determination to win.

After the banquet, Sheyema wiped the oil stains from his lips and said to Yang Yuan, "I am lucky to meet you today. How about we go together tomorrow?"

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "I will obey your command."

Sheyema nodded and stood up.

He drank a little too much, and as soon as he stood up, his body began to shake.

Two guards came over immediately and helped him leave.

Just as Yang Yuan was about to say goodbye to Wudayou, Yingge suddenly tugged at his clothes and said to the female shaman with a smile, "I am exhausted from the journey. It is rare that Wudayou has a tent. I wonder if you could lend it to me so that I can take a bath."

Women like to be clean, especially when traveling with their loved ones, but if she doesn't take a shower one day, she dare not get too close to Yang Yuan.

Wu Dayou smiled and said, "Of course it's okay."

She turned her beautiful eyes and said to Yang Yuan with a smile: "It is indeed not suitable for outdoor bathing at this time of year. My Lord, would you like to use my felt tent to bathe first?"

Ah Man immediately said, "Yes, yes, I will help you bathe."

Yang Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Isn't that too much of a bother?"

Wu Dayou glanced at him coquettishly, and then ordered his followers, "Go and boil some hot water."

Shangguan Luo saw this and said to Yang Yuan, "Student, please go back first, so as not to make General Xunfeng anxious."

Shangguan Luo bowed to Wu Dayou again, then stood up and left.

Yang Yuan, waited upon by Yingge and A'man, entered the tent and took a bath.

During this period, Ah Man even went back specially to bring back a new set of clothes for Yang Yuan.

This bath took a full hour.

Wu Dayou was just sitting outside making tea.

There are fewer mosquitoes at this time of year, and there is a faint smell of smoke from the lemongrass and mugwort collected nearby, so it is quite pleasant.

Finally, the curtain was lifted, and Yang Yuan, dressed in a moon-white robe, walked out.

Wu Dayou saw his graceful demeanor after bathing, and her beautiful eyes lit up. She immediately moved forward and invited him with a smile, "Little Prince, come and sit down."

Over there, guards brought water to the tent for Yingge and A'man to take in and use.

At this time, there was only one table on the ground and only one felt carpet behind the table, so Yang Yuan sat down with ease.

In addition to tea, there was also a plate of snacks on the table.

Wu Dayou poured Yang Yuan a cup of tea, picked up a piece of dessert with two fingers and handed it to Yang Yuan's mouth.

She gently licked her plump and sexy lips, and said with a smile: "Young Prince, please try my sachima. How does it taste?"

(End of this chapter)