Hearing this, the military advisor behind Empress Dowager Yelu took a breath of cold air.

The Xiongnu are powerful here. They will not pursue who hurt whom, nor pursue hatred. They can only see the strong in their eyes, and they will take the strong as their own and use it for themselves.

So Empress Dowager Yelu was eager to make Su Qingyi the prince. Unexpectedly, she was still disturbed by the Huns.

What a temptation it is to have the right-wing army of the Xiongnu and be the prince of the Xiongnu tribe.

Queen Mother Yelu looked at Su Qingyi, with a struggle that no one else could understand in her eyes.

If you want to keep her, you have to offer a bigger weight than the Huns.

To stay or not to stay?

…

Outside the tent, it's late at night, the fireball of the campfire is gradually shrinking, and the dead wood is crackling.

Xiao Hong's dark face turned dark red. He held the empty wine can and fell to the ground, drunk and unconscious.

There was a stack of wine bowls next to Yingjie. His face was slightly red, but he was not drunk at all.

Junjie sneered and glanced at Xiao Hong, "Don't overestimate your capabilities."

Yingjie took out a box from his sleeve and handed it to Junjie, saying: "There are two left, leave them to the master."

Inside the box was Junjie's carefully prepared hangover pills. If Yingjie hadn't taken two pills while no one was paying attention, how could he have resisted these ten bowls of strong liquor? But the liquor in the grassland is really the strongest liquor in the world, even if

I'm still a little tipsy after taking anti-alcohol pills.

Junjie took the box, sat next to Yingjie, glanced at the big tent not far away, and worried: "The master has been in there for so long and hasn't come out yet. Is there any danger?"

Yingjie smiled slightly and said: "No, the Turks are the most kind and righteous. The master saved their king, how can they harm the master?"

"Are you so convinced of the character of the Turks? You have to know that we have heard many things, such as the relationship between the Turks and the Huns. Didn't we think they were sworn enemies before? Now look at it

Come on, they look like a family. Just now, the Hun prince walked in arrogantly, and no one stopped him," Junjie said angrily.

Yingjie smiled and said: "But who said that the Turks and the Huns are sworn enemies? It is true that the Turks and the Huns have had grievances for decades, and it is true that they suffered heavy casualties in the war with each other. But the so-called sworn enemies,

It’s just our understanding. In our understanding, if there is such grudges, they will definitely regard each other as their enemies."

As he spoke, Yingjie took the water bag, took a sip of water, and said: "But in their eyes, that is not the case. In their eyes, death does not mean dying in the hands of the enemy, but dying in defense of one's homeland. Such

What is there to hate about death? In the prairie, the strong has always been king. Those who lose have no right to hate the strong. All glory should be owned by the strong. This is a matter of course for them. There is nothing worthy of hatred.

place”

Junjie frowned, "These people are just reckless barbarians. What's the difference between living and wild beasts?!"

Yingjie's smile deepened, "Reckless barbarians? It should be said that they are the purest, but our lives are too complicated. Wouldn't it be nice if everything was as simple and straightforward as theirs?!"

As he spoke, Yingjie lay in a comfortable position in the ice and snow, looked at the sea of ​​stars and the bright moon in the sky, and said lightly: "They are very suitable to be comrades-in-arms. They are the most willing to bleed for their brothers on the battlefield, and they are also the most willing to fight for their brothers."
Chapter completed!