"Please kill me!"

Zhai Zhe pounced under Omubuhan's feet, his head tightly against the floral cashmere carpet, and a mutton smell came from his mouth and nose. It was not the smell he liked.

Omubuhan looked at it for a long time and finally said, "Get up!"

"Yes!" Zhai Zhe stood up and stood beside him.

"I don't want you to take your own actions next time." Dahan said in a stern tone.

"Abide by the order!"

Omubuhan frowned, and the Han man became more and more restless, but he could only tolerate it.

After calming down, he certainly knew that Yue Tuo was provoking the relationship between the Han tribe and the Tumotes, but Zhai Zhe's behavior had already touched his bottom line. Even if his tongue bloomed, it could not conceal his ambition to monopolize the naturalized business path for personal gain.

The Han tribe already has 5,000 cavalry, which is 30% of the power of the Tumot tribe, and is equipped with better equipment. The Tumot people in the dilemma of Shixiang in the past few years have also won the respect of many tribes. Zhai Zhe has made Omubuhan feel like he is too big to get rid of his tail. If he breaks up now, the Tumot tribe may be in chaos immediately.

Forgiveness is the only option, the reason is to give excuses that both parties need.

Of course, Zhai Zhe knew that forcing Omubuhan to choose to stay away from the Jurchens would make him uncomfortable, but he had no choice. The world would not lose pie. Tumot accepted his help, which was the sweet poison.

"Are you going to expel the Zhangjiakou business in Guihua City?" Omubuhan was also worried that his secret contact with Mobei Mongolia would be leaked to the Jurchens.

Dahan made a choice, and Zhai Zhe breathed lightly and said, "There is no need for Dahan to come forward for this matter. Guihua City welcomes all the businesses. I have a way to prevent Zhangjiakou from reaching the naturalization."

Omubuhan nodded, that's exactly what he meant.

The caravan in Zhangjiakou is the minions of the Jurchens, so of course he cannot expel them.

Zhai Zhe took a small step forward and lowered his voice and said, "The Khan not only does not have to expel the caravan, but also takes advantage of the situation and publicly rebuke the Han Ministry, publicly publicize the conflict between the Han Ministry and the Khan, and use An Yue's heart to trust."

"A good plan." Omubuhan's eyes lit up, and the Han people were indeed cunning.

"Some of the Tumotes are very close to the Jurchens!" Zhai Zhe took the opportunity to give a brief explanation.

"I have my own sense of responsibility, you just need to take care of yourself."

Seeing Zhai Zhe leave, Omubu Khan only felt tired. Both the Han and Jurchens had their own intentions, and only he, the great knight, became more and more depressed.

One day later, the news that Omubuhan angrily scolded Zhai Zhe, a thousand-householder of the Han tribe, spread throughout the Tumot tribe. Someone saw Zhai angrily leaving the Khan tent cavalry camp.

Rumors followed, some said that the Han tribe wanted to monopolize the grassland trade and occupy the interests of the business road, exploit the Mongolians, and some said that the Tumotes wanted to kill donkeys and suppress the Han tribe.

In a few days, rumors spread throughout Mongolia in southern deserts and the situation was in turmoil.

On the west side of Liangcheng, a cavalry rushed to the natural world, and the head of the jujube horse was immediately a pretty figure.

The Han tribe had a feud with the Khan, and the person who was most anxious was Princess Ulan. Now the Tumotes and the Han tribe were in harmony, and if they were divided, they were injured. She was anxious to naturalize because she wanted to mediate. The cold wind was blowing and the whip was waving in the air. Although she was anxious, Ulan couldn't bear to whip her beloved foal.

In winter, the city of Guihua is quiet and quiet, and the red horse is rushing straight to the Khan's mansion, and Mao Han greets him with a smile on his face.

Neither Omubu Khan nor Zhai Zhe would hide anything from Ulan. She was the bridge between the Han tribe and Tumot. After listening to the Khan's story, Ulan was skeptical and rushed to the Han tribe's military camp.

After working hard all the way, I couldn't feel at ease for several days. Wulan, who arrived at the Han army camp, looked haggard.

Zhai Zhe felt a little distressed, and Wen Yan explained: "I just played a play for the Jurchens to show. Dahan didn't lie to you, but he didn't expect that he would release those rumors and make a big deal.

"The Khan thought the rumors were released by you." Ulan was surprised.

Looking at each other, the two suddenly realized that the Jurchen wolf's ambition was obvious.

Ulan sighed and said, "The Jurchens are sinister and use swords that kill people without blood. The Bichahars are extremely terrible. As long as you and your brother have a rift, they will sooner or later fall into their net."

"With you in there, we will not have any conflicts." Zhai Zhe comforted softly.

Ulan's tone was faint, "I can't be with you next year."

Zhai Zhe suddenly felt a little heartbroken, and those who admired the third lady's girl were as flawless as her predecessors.

The two have never talked about that news on the same page. Is this the sadness of being born in the imperial family?

Zhai Zhe blurted out and said, "If you don't want to, you can not marry Mobei."

Ulan's star-like eyes shone in front of Zhai Zhe's eyes and asked, "Is that OK?"

"If I don't marry Mobei, can you take me to see the world of the Chinese people as you promised?"

She finally couldn't help but reveal her heart. Although she used such a gentle way, speaking it made her much more relaxed, and even the breath in her chest became smoother.

The eyebrows are like the first moon, and the eyes are like the stars.

Zhai Zhe felt panic in his heart and avoided his eyes.

Ulan's words hit his heart like a heavy hammer. Did he never have such thoughts about the girl in front of him? But how could he marry the princess of Tumot? The beauty under the moon before the flowers will eventually surrender to the reality of life and death.

Even if he could not say anything to deceive himself, Ulan was disappointed and smiled sadly, saying, "I am Tumote's princess, Mobei is my destination."

Zhai Zhe turned his face and said seriously: "I already have a wife in the Han area."

"I'm very happy to be able to recognize a Han man like you!" Wulan's eyes turned bright and she smiled like a forsythia.

The cold winter has arrived, the north wind is blowing, and finally heavy snow falls.

This is the first winter that the Han people who went out of the border spent on the grassland. Although they were only separated by a city wall, they felt that the world was different.

Dorgon's army galloped across the southwestern part of Shanxi and broke another county town. The Jurchens' invasion of the Ming Dynasty was beyond everyone's expectations. Although there was no news inside the city, the Jurchens now did not hesitate to offend the Tumotes so much and also stranded the army in the Ming territory. Even Zhai vaguely guessed their intentions. Zhai Zhe's ambitions impressed Zhai Zhe. The two white flag troops entered the Ming Dynasty for four months, and the soldiers had already thought of returning home, and they could not catch up with the consumption. Such seemingly stupid behavior would have come from the hands of Tiancong Khan, who was famous for his wiseness.

Yue Tuo personally urged him until hundreds of bags of food were loaded onto a truck and transported to Senei. It was all the sweat and blood of the Han people who went out to the Continental. It was said that it was borrowing, but it was no different from robbers. How could the robbers vomit it out again after eating it? Do the Tumotes dare to go to Liaodong to seek repayment?

Tokbo escorts the food truck into the pass.

Gu Luge still failed to get what he wanted, but he no longer cared.

After the grain truck entered the barrier, Yue Tobele did not rush to leave the southern desert grassland, but remained in his tribe in secret.

November 25th is the Mongolian Lantern Festival. When night falls, every family lit butter lamps to show celebration.

There were many Tumote people around Guihua City, and the atmosphere of celebration was the strongest. Zhai Zhe, as a thousand households of the Han tribe, was also invited to go there. The cold winter could not stop the enthusiasm of the Mongolians. From day to night, he walked through many Tumote tribes and drank the horse milk wine of countless herders.

Most people welcome the Han tribe, and a few people look at them with cold eyes and hatred.

After attending the grand dance in Guihua City, the ignited bonfire gradually faded, and the herdsmen scattered after the celebration.

It was already dark, and Meng Kang, Che Feng and others were also drunk.

The Han cavalry set up a circle of tents on the outskirts of Guihua City, and Bao Guang arranged on duty and prepared to stay on the spot for one night.

Zhai Zhema also drank a lot of milk wine, and was so excited that he couldn't sleep in the tent. After midnight, someone outside asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zhai, are you asleep?"

Only Fengqin would call him like this. Zhai Zhe shouted and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Someone is visiting!"
Chapter completed!