Luan Feng Lai Yi(8)

Yun Ji knelt alone at the door of the king's tent. There was a small red clay stove in front of her. On the stove was a beautiful clay pot. The pot made a gurgling sound and was steaming. Slowly, the smell of the medicine came out.

, anyone who smells it can't help but sniff hard, for fear of letting the smell escape.

This smell is a bit intoxicating.

Bagan, Almu, and the tribal leaders who followed them showed a little more greed in their eyes.

Chang Ning stood at the back of the women in the harem, covering his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief.

Knowing that Yun Ji wanted to keep Bilan Khan alive for a few more days, then this medicine must not be a good medicine.

But the Khan in the king's tent had the light in his eyes again, "Bring it in!"

This shout was very loud and loud.

At this point, there is no need to try this kind of medicine that makes people feel the pain is relieved just by smelling it. He took it in, spoonful by spoonful, Yun Lan fed it, and Khan drank it one sip after another.

After drinking it, slowly, I seemed to be energetic.

This frightened several princes, including Qingge, and a group of tribal leaders slowly shrank back, as if they were afraid that the Khan would see them.

Bilan Khan struggled to stand up, and Changning moved slightly to the corner, standing behind the crowd. At this time, Bilan Khan was a little crazy.

They saw him staggering up and taking down the big knife hanging on the side of the tent. Everyone stepped back in horror, including Yun Ji, who had always maintained a calm expression.

The medicine has gone off, but no one knows what it will look like after the medicine goes off.

Maybe it varies from person to person.

Some people danced and danced, but some people probably just danced with swords and guns.

Bilan Khan waved the big knife in his hand, and no one around him dared to step forward. Unexpectedly, the big knife swung towards his injured arm, and blood suddenly flowed out.

The whole room in the king's tent was filled with exclamations of surprise. Chang Ning's eyes widened, and the scene in front of her almost made her faint from excitement.

It wasn't over yet. He saw Bilan Khan reaching out to grab the tin pot hanging on the fire, pouring the hot water inside, and directly pressed the hot bottom of the pot against the broken arm. The pot was still attached

The bloody knife was also placed on the fire at this moment. When the temperature of the pot dropped, he took out the red-hot long knife and pressed it on the wound again.

There was a disgusting smell of fleshy hair being burned everywhere.

Bilan Khan stared at his sons and surrounding leaders.

They all stepped back involuntarily.

They smelled danger. It was the same as hunting. The more injured the prey, the more ferocious it became.

When encountering this kind of animal, there is no other way except to avoid it temporarily. It’s not that there is really no other way, no one would want to provoke it at such a time. That is not brave, that is seeking death.

The Khan's face was covered with his own blood, and the broken arm was burnt black. At his feet was a hand-painted arm cut off from the elbow, although it was already rotten and the bones were visible.

In the other hand, he still held a large sword with residual warmth. He shouted: "Who wants the king's staff... come and get it..."

The princes silently took a step back.

"Who wants the royal staff... come and get it..." He shouted again at the top of his lungs.

Several princes, together with the tribal leaders behind them, had already retreated outside the royal tent.

Chang Ning saw deep disappointment in Bi Lan's eyes.

She knew that the drugs might make him crazy, but the pain made him unusually awake.

His desire to inherit the royal staff is true!

I want to choose a successor who is courageous and unyielding...but among the several princes, none of them has such courage and insight.

He is disappointed!

"Get out!" He roared angrily, and everyone in the king's tent left one after another.

Khan pointed at Changning: "You... stay..."

Changning stopped: Yes! Jingguo's mission is in Beikang, so he has worries. Among so many people, he is the one who has the least reason to harm him. Not only can he not be harmed, but he must also be watched. During this period,

, and asked someone to harm him.

This is the best choice he can make,

Chang Ning stood still, and they were the only two people left in the king's tent.

Then Bi Lan fell backwards with a crash, and never let go of the big knife in his hand.

Chang Ning squatted beside him silently for a while, then called Lin Houzhi in: "Let's see... how it goes..."

Lin Houzhi stepped forward to check the injury. He was afraid that it would fall into the hands of his master and servant, so he had to say: "Old slave, help treat the wound...you still need to use medicine..."

After three days, Bilan Khan woke up after sleeping for three days.

The high fever has also subsided, and there are no complications except for the severe pain from the wound.

His thinking was unusually clear and he called Yun Ji: "Donate your medicine..."

Yun Ji meekly responded: "Profusely sweating, you have to use strong medicine for the first time. After that, please reduce the dosage as appropriate..."

The words spoken are earnest.

He woke up, not to mention Yun Ji, even Chang Ning was kicked out of the king's tent.

He began to summon the leaders of the tribes, drink wine and eat meat with them, without any strange look on his face.

Such a man and such a khan are truly supported by the leaders.

This is the strong one.

Qingge was almost furious: "Mother, what on earth do you mean?"

what do you mean?

Yun Ji gritted her teeth: "I thought he would go crazy and fall asleep...but I never expected..."

This was not going according to his intended trajectory.

Qingge smiled bitterly: "Things are dead, but people are alive. Besides, a hero like Father Khan...his ambition and perseverance cannot be compared with ordinary people..."

Yun Ji sneered: "Don't be impatient. I can make him live, and I can also make him die. Don't interfere in these things, I have my own rules!"

On the sixth day, Bilan Khan even walked out of the royal tent and inspected his guard camp.

Many people in the city were singing and dancing, because the leaders of each tribe left only the guard camp, and the other troops were gradually withdrawing. The originally explosive situation has eased. There is no war, and their cattle and sheep slaves

They can still be preserved, especially since they and their relatives are also here. No matter where they are, no matter what era, what ordinary people pray for is nothing more than peace.

Have a peaceful life.

Such a loud movement would naturally be heard by the envoys. Even if they did not leave the camp, they could still hear the increasingly relaxed environment outside.

Shangguan Chun couldn't sit still and wanted to go out. He said to Yin Chengzhi: "The situation has gradually become clearer... It seems that Bilan Khan has turned the corner. At this time, can I just sit here and wait. At least I have to go to the hospital."

A congratulatory note to express my congratulations."

Chai Tong had a mission arranged by Lin Yutong, so he immediately responded: "I don't know, I thought Lord Shangguan was a minister of Beikang... I am submitting a congratulatory form... What does it say on the congratulatory form? Do you know what the situation is now?

What?" He said and looked at Yin Chengzhi, "Master Yin, if Master Shangguan insists, please ask him to do this in his own name. This official is firmly opposed to such a rash move..."

Shangguan Chun turned his face and looked at Chai Tong with a gloomy look. This feeling of being targeted was obvious.

Chai Tong is not a high-ranking person, but he is Professor Donggong.

To completely fall out with such a person is to completely fall out with the East Palace. The Shangguan family can favor King Wu'an, but they must not fall out with the prince. Otherwise, the first person who cannot tolerate the Shangguan family may be the queen.

He snorted coldly and walked away.

Chai Tong stared at his back with a sneer on his face. He then looked towards Chen Yunhe's tent, but it was always quiet there. Only the occasional attendant came in and out with water and food, which proved that the man was well there.

Woolen cloth.

The Chen family is much more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than the Shangguan family.

When no one was around, Chai Tong asked Yin Chengzhi: "Master Yin, does your highness have something to say?"

Yin Chengzhi shook his head: "No!"

Chai Tong frowned: "What does this mean? Is it inconvenient for Your Highness, or..."

"What do you mean?" Yin Chengzhi turned back to the tent: "Stabilized. Didn't say anything, that is to say... nothing changed."

Chai Tong looked outside the camp and could feel from the tremors of the earth that a large number of soldiers and horses were evacuating the royal city.

With such a big change, why do we say it hasn’t changed yet?

Lin Yutong was sitting in the tent, with a small piece of lambskin spread on the couch. On the smooth side of the leather, there were densely drawn route maps. Which tribe went in which direction and which day the route was taken, were all marked.

She had to find a way through it that she could take home.

While he was busy, Lin Liang came in, "Your Highness, I just received news from Mei Niang. Last night, the city gate of Liangzhou was opened for half an hour after midnight..."

Half an hour?

This time is not short.

Even Mei Niang can get the news. How can those spies who monitor Liangzhou day and night not get the news?
To be continued...