The First Tyrant of Daxia

Day after day, it was still peaceful.

The entire southern part of Daxia seemed to have no intention of sending troops.

But only Yuan Gu knew that trouble was coming. The envoy he sent stayed in Youzhou City for five days and was not beheaded or killed. Instead, he was well fed and well accommodated.

Qin Yun was known as a tyrant and was famous for his lack of martial ethics towards his enemies. Wasn't the envoy beaten to death or chopped to death on the spot?

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong, and Yuan Gu knows it better than anyone else.

The capital of the Turkic kingdom in October was a withered yellow, the same color as the setting sun in the sky. It was very beautiful, but for the defeated Turkic country, it could also be said to be a setting sun and a bleak scene.

The palace of the King of the North Courtyard is not inlaid with a single piece of agate, which makes it look extremely plain and simple, which suits Yuan Gu very well.

At this moment, the goat milk in the stove had boiled three times, and Yuan Gu, who was dressed in black... actually had all his hair turned white!

After the battle of Youzhou, he became lame in one leg and seemed to have aged at least twenty years. Although he was less than fifty years old, his hair was covered with white hair, like an elderly man.

He was motionless in the dim room, and suddenly said, "Ping Rang Ling, haven't you seen the Emperor of Da Xia yet?"

The trusted sergeant kneeling on the ground shook his head with a grim expression.

"Daxia did not refuse the peace talks, nor did they agree to them. For five consecutive days, Gongsun Zhongmou was the one who negotiated with the emperor, and the emperor of Daxia did not show up at all."

"However, Pingrangling wrote to say that he is still working hard."

Yuan Gu smiled gently, with a hint of melancholy and open-mindedness, and raised his wrinkled cheeks: "Let him come back."

"There's no need to talk anymore. The Emperor of Daxia has probably already started mobilizing troops."

The confidant was surprised: "Grand Duke, this...?"

Yuan Gu stood up, limping, which made people sigh.

"I never thought of negotiating. That is impossible. I just wanted to buy some time."

"That's enough for now."

The confidant looked uncertain: "Grand Duke, but the Xia Dynasty's red cannon has not been found yet, let alone destroyed. Everyone who was sent out has died."

"If we don't negotiate, do we have to fight?"

Ashina Yuangu walked out of the yard slowly, his back hunched, but still captivating.

He said in a low voice: "When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?"

"The Jurchens have sent people and will arrive tonight. Go and inform the Khan and tell him to satisfy their people and agree to cooperate at all costs."

"The red cannons are invincible. Only by keeping the northern Jurchens and my Turkic Khanate in check from north to south can we have a chance to catch our breath."

The confidant was startled, and then said, "Grand Duke, you won't go to such an important occasion?"

Yuan Gu turned around, with a hint of bitterness and relief on his old face, and said calmly: "I was defeated, and half of my country was lost in the battle of Youzhou."

"I am a sinner and no longer a symbol of the grassland's invincibility. Some people are dissatisfied with me, but I cannot make it difficult for the Khan. Let them talk. I will just stand behind the scenes."

The confidant's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth in anger and said, "How could those tribes be like this? When the Duke was in power, they wanted to help you. Now that you have been defeated, they are making small moves behind your back. How hateful!!"

Yuan Gu was not angry when he heard this. He put his hands behind his back as if he knew everything. He said hoarsely, "This is state politics. That's it. You won't understand even if I tell you."

He turned and walked back into the dim room, muttering to himself.

"I like the culture of the Han people. The river flows eastward, the waves wash away the waves, and the sunset is red several times..."

"Haha, what I want is completely different from what they want. It's better to be harmonious at this time. As long as the Khanate doesn't fall, everything will be fine."

His hunched figure gradually moved away until it disappeared.

"Grand Duke, what if the Jurchens refuse to cooperate?" The confidant suddenly remembered something and asked loudly.

Yuan Gu's voice drifted from afar: "As long as I am here, the sky will not fall."

The confidant was shocked, and then he kowtowed three times on the ground with great respect before leaving, with red eyes.

In fact, the death of Akins and the annihilation of at least 300,000 wolf riders did not crush Yuan Gu, the grassland hero, but he just felt a little lonely.

This great hero who created the Turkic Khanate did not receive much forgiveness after his defeat, but was betrayed instead.

Yuan Gu could kill people, and he also had the ability to be a dictator, but he didn't. He chose to step down and guide the Khanate in secret.

In other words, not on the same level.

……

Youzhou.

Tonight is an extraordinary day. After careful consideration, Qin Yun secretly announced the order to attack the grassland the next day!

Because he was happy, he called many generals and had a good meal with them.

As it turned out, Mu Le and the others were all brave warriors on the battlefield, so their alcohol tolerance was naturally not a problem. After a few rounds, Qin Yun was drunk.

Mu Le and the others were frightened and quickly found someone to send Qin Yun back to the palace.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Queen's bedroom is not here..." Many maids and guards followed behind with torches in their hands.

Everyone looked anxious, but spoke in low voices for fear of angering His Majesty.

Qin Yun's mind was a little confused, firstly because he had drunk some wine, and secondly because he had been busy for too long, which made him tense. Now he was finally able to relax, so he let himself go a little.

I vomited and drank cool air all the way, and only then did I feel a little better.

"Your Majesty, this way, this way."

The palace maid wanted to help, but was pushed away by Qin Yun.

After passing through several more courtyards, the faces of all the palace maids and guards suddenly changed.

A palace maid looked defeated: "It's over... Your Majesty is heading towards the courtyard of the Huairou clan in the Western Regions!"

hum.

All the guards' faces changed, realizing that something was wrong. They said anxiously in a low voice, "Before leaving, Madam Murong repeatedly told you not to let Your Majesty go to her place."

"How to do?"

"Quick, chase after him!"

"Your Majesty, slow down, don't knock your head!"

"..."

The group of people were afraid and advised Qin Yun as if they were advising their ancestors, praying in their hearts a thousand times that His Majesty must not go to that yard.

But that's what happens when people are drunk. If you say something east in their ear, they will go west.

boom!

As Qin Yun kicked the door hard, everything seemed to be settled.

In that rather spacious room, candles and human figures immediately lit up, and Huairou shouted vigilantly, "Who?!"

The maids and guards outside the house were all dumbfounded, standing there like wooden chickens, not daring to follow in.

"It's over..."

The guards complained to each other, "Why didn't you stop His Majesty?"

"Why don't you stop them? Empress Murong has already left, who dares to restrict His Majesty? His Majesty obviously wants to favor Huairou because he sees that Empress Murong will return to the capital to take care of the little princess!"

"What should we do? What should we do? On the first day that the Queen left, His Majesty..." The guard had an ugly look on his face and was sweating profusely.

"Well, how about asking Miss Yue Nu to come over?" a maid suggested.

Everyone's eyes lit up and said it was feasible.

But the next second, they completely gave up, and Huairou Lanzhi's high-pitched, panicked, and angry voice rang out in the room: "Your Majesty, you are crazy, let go! !