After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

When Cen Xian woke up, it was already three days later. Due to the loss of blood, his body felt cold and his eyes were all black.

His body seemed to be covered with a bearskin quilt, but it was a pity that there was no warmth on his body, and the quilt couldn't warm him up, it was more like a cold iron was pressing on him.

Cen Xian pressed one hand on the soft bearskin, and his slender and well-defined knuckles showed a whiff of blue ash, and a calm female voice came from next to his ear: "Lord Cen."

The Turkic side can wait by his side, a woman with a calm temperament who can speak the Central Plains dialect——

Cen Xian's voice was hoarse: "Thank you Princess Jingning for saving me."

Although he didn't want to open these eyes again, it's just a pity, Cen Xian thought, he didn't die.

As he spoke, he opened his eyes and saw Princess Jingning's face under the firelight.

There are some wrinkles on the woman's face, and she is wearing a costume of a foreign race. The wolf teeth on the waist have aged a little and are slightly yellow.Maybe it's because of the strong wind and sand on Shuo Mo's side, she looks older than her elder sister, the eldest princess Wei Changle.

She had a cold smile on her face, the calculation in her eyes was no less than that of Wei Changle, but on the surface she still seemed much more kind and kind than Wei Changle.

Princess Jingning smiled and said, "Your Excellency Cen, you don't need to thank me, I just did it with a little effort."

Little effort?

He killed the King of Turkic Khan, and there are countless people outside the tent waiting to take his life. Princess Jingning not only cured him at this time, but even let him lie in the tent for three days, where It can be done with just a few words.

Princess Jingning looked peaceful, knowing that the person in front of her had already made up her mind.

"Princess Jingning saved me," Cen Xian said with his usual expression, "it probably wasn't because of kindness."

Princess Jingning covered her mouth and smiled softly: "The commander is smart, so I won't play tricks with the commander."

"The Turkic tribe is chaotic, and my daughter Zhaolan and I are naturally living under the jaws of a tiger," Princess Jingning said softly, "Naturally we have to find a way out for ourselves."

"It's just that we are a little bit stretched by ourselves, so we have the cheek to ask you to help us."

Cen Xian lowered his eyes, and as soon as he moved, a piercing pain came from his ribs. He bit his lip, stood up and leaned against the head of the bed to finish the job, there was no wave on his pale face: "I used to be a courtier of the Great Wei, but Now I'm nothing, I can't help the princess."

Princess Jingning smiled slightly.

She pondered for a while, then said softly: "Your Excellency is joking."

"You are still there." Princess Jingning still had a smile on her face, "It's nothing like this. It's okay to coax my daughter Zhaolan. Tell me, I won't believe it."

Cen Xian pulled out a pale smile.

In the big tent, Zhaolan tilted her head, with the boiled eagle hanging on her shoulder, biting the fruit in her mouth, watching her mother talk to the handsome Central Plains man in front of her.

"Since Princess Jingning doesn't believe it," Cen Xian spoke very slowly in order not to drag the wound, "I have nothing to say."

Princess Jingning played with the wolf teeth in her hand, and sighed slightly: "Don't you want to go back to Dawei to get back what belongs to you?"

"These people, it's fine if they don't win over you, but they married you to Shuo Mo, don't you hate it?"

When Zhaolan heard this, she thought that if she hated her to death, she wished she could go back to the capital of Wei to ask for an explanation.

But Cen Xian smiled and coughed for a while, then said softly, "I am the one who wants to come here."

Both Princess Jingning and Zhaolan were taken aback.

Zhaolan jumped three feet high, and the eagle flew down from her shoulders and flew to the side shelf. Zhaolan was shocked and said: "I heard something from my father Khan and those princes, you don't really In exchange for that skeleton...you voluntarily married to Shuomo!"

Cen Xian remained silent.

Princess Jingning waved Zhaolan to sit down.

Zhaolan sat down peacefully according to her movements, but what she said set off a shocking wave.

"Master Cen, you have been deceived!" Zhao Lan grabbed her braid, "That skeleton... that skeleton did not belong to your general! Huo Da ran away because of someone, and I heard that you could not rescue him." That general just killed a prisoner of the same age in order to establish the army's morale and prestige! That's not your general!"

Cen Xian's pupils tightened following Zhao Lan's words.

no……

That's really hopeful...where did it go? !

Is he still alive?

Seeing Cen Xian's anxious expression, Zhaolan couldn't bear it, she paused, and said softly, "But we haven't found that general either... He escaped from the Turkic army and disappeared."

Cen Xian's face turned gray instantly.

His fingers curled up, his chest felt tight, and the invisible colic that followed caused cold sweat to ooze from his forehead.

"It's not that... he's really dead." Zhaolan said dryly, and was glared at by Princess Jingning.

Zhaolan quickly raised her hand and shut her mouth.

The author says:

It's been a long time since I wrote Wushu Liao...

缓慢更新恢复更新中……感谢在2022-05-0223：20：52-2022-05-2022：08：00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!