After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Cen Xian raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Lan, then quickly looked away.

Holding a bow and arrow wrapped in tiger skin, Zhao Lan saw Cen Xian bowed her head in silence, lifted her skirt, sat in front of Cen Xian, and said, "I'm not here to trouble you, my name is Zhao Lan, My aunt is also from the Central Plains, and the one you should know is Princess Jingning."

Unlike Huo Le and Huo Da, she speaks the Central Plains dialect bluntly and vaguely. On the contrary, she speaks extremely fluent Chinese, presumably the result of her mother Princess Jingning's teaching.

"My aunt asked me to come and see you." Zhao Lan casually took the kumiss on the table and took a sip. "She never thought that the royal family of Wei would marry a powerful official over here."

"Princess Jingning is okay now." Cen Xian asked calmly, avoiding Zhaolan's aggressive words.

"Eat well, drink well, live away from the world," Zhao Lan said with a smile, "Father loves the new and dislikes the old, she has long been used to it, and is happy to be at leisure."

"I'm cooking the eagle in my big tent right now," Zhao Lan licked off the wine stains on her mouth, "Zhao Lan would like to thank the commander for caring for A Niang, but the commander should worry more about himself, my father Khan and Those brothers are not easy to get along with..."

"Besides..." Zhao Lan said truthfully, "It was different when you and my aunt married. My aunt was a good friend and relative of the two countries, but you married here after asking for peace. You will not be treated kindly."

Although her mother didn't get kind treatment for long.

Zhaolan didn't say the rest, she looked at Cen Xian hesitantly for a while, and sighed that this person shouldn't be so good-looking, her brothers and her father are all hungry ghosts, probably... More bad luck than good luck.

"Thank you Princess Zhaolan for reminding me," Cen Xian said in a gentle voice, "I never thought of staying here forever."

"However, Princess Zhaolan doesn't seem to like her father and brother very much."

Zhaolan frowned, and when she was about to speak, the voices of the Turkic Khan and her brothers came from outside the big tent. She immediately jumped up from the chair and quickly got under the bed to hide.

After all, she came here privately at the order of her mother, and if she bumped into the Turkic Khan and the others, she would be in trouble.

Cen Xian sat on a chair padded with wolf fur, and clenched the dagger in his hand.

The curtain was lifted, and the Turkic king dismissed the Turkic soldiers guarding around in Turkic language, told them to have a drink, and then stepped into the brightly lit tent with his two sons.

The big tent of the Turkic king is very spacious, and a bed is big enough to accommodate seven or eight people. It is covered with soft bear fur, and the gray-black fur is smooth and shiny under the firelight.Hiding under the bed, Zhaolan saw the horseskin boots her father Khan and her two brothers were wearing, and heard them say some ugly things in Turkic.

They were also discussing how to spend the night together.

Zhaolan: "..."

She gritted her teeth, feeling that something was wrong!A Niang had asked the envoy of the Great Wei earlier, saying that this person has all martial arts skills, so wouldn't that mean that the meat on the chopping board was slaughtered... Plus she couldn't get out at this time, wouldn't she have to listen under the bed all night? of……

Little girl Zhaolan's face was completely green, and she cursed herself why she didn't come earlier!

Outside, the Turkic King and the others looked at Cen Xian as if they were sizing up an animal. Cen Xian didn't say anything, but just clenched the short dagger in his hand.

Naturally, the short dagger was not used to commit suicide.

It is used to kill people.

The Turkic Khan leaned over and picked up Cen Xian's white hair that had fallen around his neck. His greedy eyes met Cen Xian's calm gaze. Before he could react, a cold dagger pierced his abdomen.

The Turkic king's horrified eyes fell on Cen Xian's face, and he was shocked to find that he could not make a sound or have any strength—the dagger was poisoned!

Cen Xian hooked his neck with his hands, his movements were intimate, his expression was cold, and his raised eyes fell on Huo Da who was behind the Turkic king.He quickly took the dagger out of the Turkic king's belly, and the blood splashed, staining his white hair and half of his face.

Then the knife light stained with blood rushed straight towards Huo Da!

He had no internal strength, and the speed and strength of his moves were a bit off. Huo Da passed sideways, grabbed his arm, and threw him to the ground!

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The clash of weapons and the sound of fighting reached Zhao Lan's ears, and Huo Da's curse was very clear, and she saw blood slipping down the back of her pale hand in her wedding dress!

Suddenly, Zhao Lan didn't care that she was still hiding here and couldn't be found, so she rolled and flew out from under the bed, just in time to see a dagger stuck in Huo Da's neck, and another brother was about to fly out He even turned his head while running, and immediately yelled at Zhaolan when he saw Zhaolan!In order to prevent entanglement, Zhaolan gritted her teeth and grabbed the arrow she was carrying around her waist. She drew the bow neatly, and shot the unlucky guy through the back of the heart with one arrow!

Hearing a howl, the man who hadn't run out of the big tent fell to the ground.

Zhaolan breathed a sigh of relief, and heard a violent coughing sound from behind, she turned back quickly, and supported Cen Xian who was alone.

The elder brother Huo Da died in an extremely miserable state. The dagger was pierced through the side of the neck, and the tip of the knife had already protruded from the other side.

On the other side, Cen Xian coughed, and there were shocking red marks on his neck.

"You..." Zhaolan hesitated to speak, "I'll take you back to my aunt first!"

"When they came in, they sent back the Turkic soldiers around them. I know the way and I won't be found."

"Ahem——" Cen Xian covered his mouth with trembling hands, mottled blood stained his pale knuckles, "Princess Zhaolan, pull out your arrow."

Zhaolan was stunned for a moment, and then heard Cen Xian say: "Otherwise it will be found out that it is you—cough!"

Big flakes of dirty blood poured out of his mouth, Zhao Lan secretly thought that something was wrong, reached out to press Cen Xian's chest, and found that a piece of this man's chest had collapsed—presumably it had been broken by kicking.

"I just... shouted, the Turkic people... are going to... draw... draw arrows... hurry up!"

Zhao Lan immediately turned back to take the arrow, and then put the arrow back into the cloth bag on her body.

"When I came..." Cen Xian said to Zhaolan in a low voice, "I ordered someone to investigate you and Princess Jingning...Princess these years...cough the king of Turkic Khan is dead, I can be regarded as avenging the princess. "

Zhaolan knew what Cen Xian was talking about.

In the early years, various Turkic tribes rebelled. In order to survive and win over, the Turkic Khan at that time enshrined Princess Jingning for every tribe he exiled, and asked Princess Jingning to help him obtain information from various ministries under the threat of Zhaolan.

Later, the Turkic king unified the tribe, but abandoned Princess Jingning, so Princess Jingning lived alone in the same tent and brought up Zhaolan.

Zhao Lan pursed her lips tightly.Then something was suddenly stuffed in his hand.

When she took a closer look, it turned out to be the wolf bone that had been passed down from generation to generation on the Turkic king and symbolized the king's status!

"What do you mean? You... want me to be... the king?" Zhao Lan hesitated, she had heard of this man's reputation before, but she couldn't believe his methods, "There seems to be no such cheap thing in the world, right?" ?”

Cen Xian laughed twice: "Of course not. In exchange, if I die, I hope you can send my body back to Lingzhou. If I live..."

Before he finished speaking, a Turkic man suddenly shouted loudly, and then the flames burst into flames, rushing towards the two of them. Zhao Lan immediately took the short knife she was carrying with her, and after saying "offended", she took the short knife It stabbed hard into Cen Xian's abdomen!

Bleeding.

Zhaolan stood up with blood on her hands, looked at the Turkic soldiers approaching all around, and said in Turkic language with tears: "The man sent by the Great Wei killed my father Khan and my elder brother! I subdued him while he was injured. Hurry up!" Go ask the doctor to see Father Khan in the big tent."

The girl in front of her looked frightened, and she was crying like pear blossoms and rain. The Turkic people in charge were horrified when they heard the words, so they hurriedly took people in to have a look.

Then Zhaolan cried and directed the two of them, and took Cen Xian away who had passed out.

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Princess Jingning is boiling the eagle in her big tent.

She wore a foreign costume to reveal the elegance and luxury of the Central Plains royal family, and drank kumiss and read a book by herself.

Boiling an eagle requires stamina. Princess Jingning was tired of reading, so she took a moment to look up at the captured eagle. It was standing on the shelf with its head drooping, but it still couldn't fall asleep.

This eagle was brought back by Zhao Lan in the wilderness of Shuomo as a birthday present for Princess Jingning.

Originally, I wanted to cook it before sending it off, but Princess Jingning wanted to do it herself.

Daughter Zhaolan's voice sounded behind her: "Mother!"

Princess Jingning turned to look at Zhaolan, seeing Zhaolan's hands covered in blood, she couldn't help frowning: "How did you do this?"

Zhaolan told her mother everything about today's events, and Princess Jingning sighed and said, "Your father Khan is really getting older and can't see the situation clearly. How many people in the Turkic royal family are opposed to marrying this man?" Come back, he just won't listen."

"It's really a peony flower to die now," Princess Jingning said with cold eyes, "it's so romantic to be a ghost."

"I have asked the doctor to save the commander of Weilai," Zhaolan scratched her head, "I wanted to persuade him to help us according to Aniang's wishes, after all... Although he is married, he has power and power It must still be there, but I don't want him to directly..."

Kill the Turkic Khan and her two unlucky brothers directly on the wedding night.

Although there is one that she did by herself.

Zhaolan stuck out her tongue.

"Now he has killed King Khan," Zhaolan frowned, "I'm afraid that the Turks and the Great Wei will have trouble again, but... what I'm afraid of is not the war between the two sides, but that these tribes will take the opportunity to rebel... When the time comes, the Great Wei will make an excuse Send troops, we are afraid that we will be wiped out."

"That's why we have to show our favor to this person, Zhaolan," Princess Jingning said softly, "This person has the military power of the Great Wei, and the marriage of the three armies is not groundless. As long as we have enough bargaining chips, we can let him Let him stand by our side during the tribal rebellion, and the Wei frontier army stationed in Shuomo will turn a blind eye to us."

Zhaolan pondered for a while: "Then what can we give him?"

Princess Jingning stroked Zhaolan's long braided hair affectionately: "That is of course evidence that my good sister smuggled with Turks."

"The infighting in the Wei court is not inferior to the rebellion of the Turkic tribes."