Chapter 76 Unexpected Development

Chapter 76 Unexpected Development

Chapter 76 Unexpected Development

After bidding farewell to 'Arisleng', Dibaonu looked gloomy, with unspeakable anger in his eyes.

He hurried back to the royal tent, reported to the guards, and saw Usar Khan with an angry face.

He sat at the top, holding a teacup in his hand, his face as dark as ink.
Even if the earth guardian came, he just glanced at him lightly:
"What's the matter?"

Dibaonu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice:
"Khan, the Oirat have already shown rebellious intentions.

The place where the Oirat was located was now firmly controlled by Yesudiel.
He has been fighting for grassland orthodoxy openly and covertly.
When I first heard that Wala was sending troops, I was very surprised, but now that I think about it carefully...
This is a trap that has dragged us here.”

The atmosphere in the king's tent suddenly became oppressive. A hint of admiration flashed in Usar Khan's eyes, and he slowly spoke:
“I’m glad you thought of this.

Fortunately, the Khan contacted the Tatars, and the Tatars agreed to send troops.

Otherwise, if the Wala soldiers disappear without a trace, the royal court will be in trouble."

Di Baonu's face was solemn, and he continued:

"Khan, the Oirat cannot be trusted, and neither can the Tatars.
Yesudel was ambitious and had been in contact with the Tatars.
Yesudier sold a lot of Ming people's grain and refined iron to the Tatars, and they will get involved sooner or later."

Dibaonu's voice slowly echoed, and Usarhan's expression became more and more serious:

"Yes, although we are of the same origin, our styles of doing things are very different.

The Tatars have a long history and had contact with the Tang Dynasty during the Turkic period.
If you know some etiquette, you will be able to follow certain rules when doing things.

But the Wala had been hiding in the ravines.

It was not until Genghis Khan summoned him to surrender that he escaped.

In just two hundred years, they behaved like the savages in the northern mountains, stubborn and ignorant of etiquette.

Now, in front of us, a centurion wants to kill the Tatar general. It's ridiculous! ! "

As Usar Khan spoke, he showed anger and slammed his palm on the table, making a loud noise.

After a long while, his expression gradually calmed down and he sighed:
"The rise and fall of the royal court cannot depend on others, but on ourselves.

When autumn comes, we will leave here.

Continue northward and make friends with the barbarians of the northern mountains."

Dibaonu suddenly raised his head, with shock in his eyes:
"Khan, so hasty? We have only been here for half a year.

The tribesmen have not yet rested and recuperated...this."

Usar Khan sighed again and waved his hand slowly:

"If I hadn't seen this Wala man, I would still have had a glimmer of hope in my heart.
Thinking that we are all people of the grassland, they will remember the old friendship.

But now.”

Usar Khan slowly raised his head and seemed to see the sun hidden in the clouds through the thick tent.

"The Wala people might reveal our whereabouts to the Ming people."

"Khan, this...is impossible." Dibaonu's face was filled with shock, and his pupils were shaking violently.

This act of treason is despicable.

"Nothing is impossible. The Oirat don't know etiquette, and Yesudel is even more barbaric.
You don't know that he has been sending me letters asking me to move the royal tent to the place he rules.

He will be the Khan of the royal court.
If the Ming people came to attack and the royal court was destroyed, he would be happy to see it happen."

"Then" Di Baonu's eyes widened, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes,
The decision to send letters to the Oirat and Tatar was made jointly by the Khan, the princess, him, Tianbaonu, and the Prime Minister.

Now it seems that it has caused great disaster.

Seeing him like this, Usar Khan gently waved his hand:

"You don't have to regret this. We overestimated the integrity of the Wala.

Although we are from the same grassland, they are not the same kind of people as us.”

Dibaonu's face looked a little strange. Zana was short, unlike Wang Ting who was tall.
He also has a violent personality and is not as polite as the people in the royal court.
He suddenly smiled and said frankly:

"Khan, no wonder the people from the smaller tribes were talking about this all the way.

They say the royal court is becoming more and more like the people of the Ming Dynasty, with many rules and many ways of speaking. "

Usar Khan was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha, is this true?"

“I dare not deceive the Khan. It was I who drank with them, and after they got drunk, they spoke the truth.” Dibaonu smiled slightly.

"So do you think this is good or bad?" asked Usar Khan.

"It is naturally a good thing to know etiquette and follow rules." The land security slave bowed slightly.

"Hahaha, great! You're great!"

Usar Khan laughed loudly, and the gloom in his heart was swept away, and he felt very happy.
His eyes gradually became empty, as if he was lost in deep memories.
"Since I ascended the throne,

I understand more and more why our ancestors have devoted themselves to learning from the Han people.
Successive Khans, including Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the early years,

They all advocate Chinese studies, wear Chinese clothes, and practice Chinese rituals.
If we follow the Han people's rules, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and filial piety will be everywhere.

Even the positions in the imperial court were learned from the Han people."

After a pause, he saw Di Baonu leaning forward, eager to learn.
Usar Khan smiled and continued:

"Later, I read Mencius and finally understood. The book says,
Without rules, there can be no square or circle.

Without the six tones, the five notes cannot be corrected.

Without benevolent governance, the world cannot be governed peacefully.

The Han people have history books to learn from, so they know the rules.

We grassland people don’t have history books, we can only pass on the knowledge orally, so there is no way to talk about the rules.”

Di Baonu looked solemn, frowning in deep thought.
Usar Khan added:
"Only by following the rules can the dynasty maintain long-term stability.

Even if it declines temporarily, there is still a chance for revival.

If we, the people of the grassland, act as we do, even the most powerful dynasties will be destroyed.
They act recklessly and regard the lives of their people as worthless, just like barbarians."

A trace of self-mockery appeared on his face, and he stared at Di Baonu blankly:
"The old emperor of Ming was able to gain control of the country because we had lost the support of the people.

He waved his hand lightly, and the people rose up and killed us grassland people without caring about our lives.

After Benhan understood this principle, he gradually came to his senses.

If you want to make the royal court stronger, you must promote Chinese studies and let the people know the rules.
In this way, all departments can unite and overcome difficulties together.

You did a good job, better than Tianbaonu."

Dibaonu was originally immersed in deep thought, but was suddenly startled when he heard this.
Then he quickly lowered his head, trying to hide the irrepressible joy in his eyes.

He could even hear his heart pounding, unable to control himself.

Then, Dibaonu's excited voice sounded:

"I only wish that the royal court will last for thousands of years, and that the people of the clan will always have enough food and clothing."

Usar Khan smiled softly:
"Take it one step at a time. Don't rush.
You have to wait. Be prepared and bide your time.
Wait for the old emperor of Ming to die, wait."

Usar Khan's face was profound, and he sighed softly, "Is Zana dead?"

The look in the Dibaonu's eyes suddenly became complicated. He paused and said softly:
"Khan, Arsleng is extremely powerful.

He was also a close friend of General Borchu, so he was a little too harsh in a hurry.
Zana is already dead, please understand his eagerness to save people and forgive his sins, Khan."

Usar Khan nodded slightly, with an inexplicable expression:
"What crime did Arsleng commit? Zana died at the hands of the Ming people.

You need to send troops out to explore and find the traces of the Ming people.

If they find out where the royal court is, we won't have much time left."

The servant bowed slightly and said respectfully:

"Yes, Khan."

"Go down, I am tired. Deal with the people of the Oirat tribe."

"Yes, I obey my orders."

The guard slave who left the king's tent had a stern face and exuded a murderous intent.
He waved his hand gently, and Ortai, who was standing on the side waiting, came over.

"Your Highness..."

The land security slave thought for a moment and ordered:

"Bring three hundred trusted followers and follow me."

"Yes!" Half an hour later, in the northwest corner of the camp,
This is where the wounded were originally placed.

But when the Wala people came, they started to cry out and feel pain all over their bodies.
In desperation, they were arranged here.

At this moment, three hundred soldiers in armor and armed with sharp weapons rushed in recklessly.
Holding bows, crossbows, long swords and spears, they surrounded the tents tightly.

The people in the nearby royal court widened their eyes upon seeing this, not knowing what to do for a moment.

At this time, the land security slave came over with his hands behind his back, looking solemn. The people of the royal court saluted one after another.
The land security guard simply waved his hand and ordered:

"Get out of here."

The people fled in all directions as if they had seen a swarm of locusts, and soon disappeared without a trace.

For a moment, the place became quiet, and only the laughter of the Wala soldiers in the military tent could be heard faintly.

The ground slave snorted coldly, shook his head slowly, waved his hand gently, and ordered in a cold voice:

"Leave no one behind."

Three hundred soldiers quickly divided into several teams and surrounded more than ten military tents.

Then, soldiers armed with longbows and crossbows came forward.

The next moment, the crossbow arrow shot out.

The arrow pierced through the linen of the military tent and stabbed the body of the Wala soldier.
In an instant, wailing and shouting rang out, and the air was filled with a bloody smell.

The curtain of the military tent was roughly opened, and the Wala soldiers rushed out with long swords in their hands.

But what greeted them were spears thrusting, swords slashing, and wailing again.
The ground guard standing on the side frowned slightly.
He stopped looking at the miserable scene before him and started wandering around the camp.

Soon, hearing the wailing sounds beside him, he came to a tent, frowning slightly.
There were also wailing sounds, but they were suppressed and low.
The servant gently drew out his long knife and carefully opened the tent curtain. The scene inside the tent instantly came into view.
This made Di Baonu stunned and his brows furrowed.

In the spacious tent, more than twenty soldiers were lying on the ground in a disorderly manner.
Despite the cold weather outside, the soldiers were naked.
Just lying on the bed and wailing,
Some of them had turned blue in the face and were silent.

What shocked Di Baonu even more was that most of these soldiers' legs were covered with dark purple bruises.

The dark purple blood vessels spread out like twisted vines, looking particularly terrifying.

There were also some soldiers whose chests and backs were all blue and their faces were pale.

He stared blankly at the ceiling with eyes wide open, apparently unable to hold on any longer.

At this time, Dibaonu seemed to realize something, and quickly stepped forward, carefully examining everyone's face.

When he looked up, his face was filled with unspeakable horror.
These soldiers were the ones who had fought with Arsleng before.
He was safe and sound when he left the training ground, but now he has ended up in this situation.

There were more than 20 people in the military tent, but only six or seven of them could wail.
Others either died early or fell into a coma.

"What's going on?" Di Baonu's eyes narrowed instantly.

The first thing he suspected was that Tianbaonu deliberately harmed these soldiers and put the blame on others.

But he quickly denied this idea. He shook his head slightly and gave up this speculation.

Slowly, the wailing and shouting outside the military tent gradually subsided, and a glimmer of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.

"When these people left the training ground, they were already in great pain and could not help groaning.
I think he was seriously injured at that time.
So this was done by Arisleng?"

Dibaonu was shocked, but soon he thought of the scene when he saw Arsleng in the wild that day.
He was leading his soldiers to attack the Tianbao Nu tribe, and some of them died.

At that time, the hatred between the two had already been formed.
The more I thought about Dibaonu, the weirder it seemed.

Arsleng looked like a gentleman, behaved politely, and was very popular with the ladies in the royal court.

But I didn't expect him to be such a cruel person.
But on second thought, if you are not a ruthless person, you will not snatch your brother's seal.
Di Baonu glanced at the wailing soldiers, smiled softly, and turned away.
When he walked out of the tent, the smell of blood made him frown slightly. He saw a pool of blood in front of him.
More than a hundred Wala soldiers lay on the ground in a mess, blood gushing out.

Ortai ran over and said respectfully:
"Your Highness, it has been resolved."

"Well done, tell someone to clean it up."

"Yes!"

Inside the military tent where Wu Fuliu was, many imperial doctors were busy coming in and out.
The bloodstained towels were taken out one by one.
This made Lu Yunyi frown.

But, Wu Fuliu stabbed the dagger himself, so he should have some control over it.

But these basins of blood are too exaggerated.

Soon, the imperial physician walked out slowly, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He came to Tian Baonu and showed respect:
"Report to Taiji, General Borshu is fine now. He just needs to rest and wait for his wounds to heal."

Tianbaonu was relieved and said softly, "You did a good job, please leave."

He waved his hand gently, and after the imperial physician left,
He glanced at Lu Yunyi, snorted, and walked straight into the military tent.

Lu Yunyi blinked his eyes and did not go in. He just waited quietly outside the camp.

About a quarter of an hour later, Tianbao Nu came out with a smile on his face. Seeing Lu Yunyi, he paused slightly and said with a smile:
"Arsleng, I think we may have had some misunderstandings before."

Lu Yunyi glanced at him and snorted coldly:
"Arsleng is a lost dog, I dare not have any misunderstanding with Taiji."

Tianbaonu narrowed his eyes, exuding a chill.

The smile faded little by little, he snorted coldly, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves!

Lu Yunyi watched him leave, the coldness on his face dissipated, and he regained his elegant demeanor.

He stepped forward and went straight into the tent.

The smell of blood inside became stronger, causing him to frown slightly. He turned around and hung the curtain to one side.

At this time, a pretty girl felt the cold wind and ran over quickly.

Seeing that it was 'Arisleng', he looked reserved and spoke hesitantly:
"Your Highness Arsleng, General Borshu is injured and cannot see the wind."

Lu Yunyi shrugged his nose, noticing that the bloody smell in the room had dissipated a little, then he pulled down the curtain and said:

"He is injured. The tent needs to be ventilated frequently, otherwise he will get suffocated."

Lu Yunyi did not try to explain to her that without ventilation, bacteria would breed.

Instead, he quickly walked into the back tent and saw the pale-faced Wu Fuliu.

"How did it become like this?" Lu Yunyi was a little suspicious.
Wu Fuliu glanced at the woman who followed him and ordered:
"Go prepare some food for me. I want porridge."

"Yes"

After the woman left, Wu Fuliu let out a long sigh, his face showing bitterness:
"It's hard to describe this doctor in the royal court. If he's not stabbed to death by the dagger, he'll be bled to death by them!"

Lu Yunyi looked strange, he didn't expect that this kind of treatment method still exists, so he comforted him:

"They were afraid that there might be dirt on the dagger, so they bled the wound to clean it."

Wu Fuliu just lifted the sackcloth, revealing the wound, and a shallow bloody hole appeared.

Lu Yunyi stood on tiptoe to take a look and nodded slightly:
"He is indeed a quack. If he had treated the patient more slowly, the wound would have healed."

Wu Fuliu sighed, covered the wound, and showed curiosity:

"Sir, what exactly happened? I don't understand it for a moment."

"That's right if you don't understand."

Lu Yunyi then told Wu Fuliu what the local security guard had told him. Wu Fuliu looked strange when he heard it.

"How can this Wala person be so ignorant of etiquette?"

Lu Yunyi nodded:
"They were originally wild people from the mountains, and were brought out by Emperor Genghis.
Their conduct is crude and crude, not as good as that of most people on the grassland.

But it’s fortunate that Zana did this, otherwise we would have to spend a lot of time explaining it.”

"What about him..." Wu Fuliu asked with a questioning look.

Lu Yunyi smiled comfortingly: "Don't worry, the person is not dead, but he will never wake up again.
A serious injury to the back of the head will cause a person to fall into a coma, and a serious injury to the back of the neck will cause the whole body to be paralyzed.

He was beaten by my punches and palms, and has become a cripple.

With what he did, Yuan Ting will make him die as soon as possible."

It was only at this moment that Wu Fuliu finally felt relieved. A huge weight lifted off his chest and he couldn't help but smile:
"That's great. Are we safe now?"

Lu Yunyi nodded:

"That's natural, but we can't take it lightly and must be cautious at all times."

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the military tent. It was Ortai.

"Your Highness Arsleng, are you here?"

Lu Yunyi showed a strange expression and ordered Wu Fuliu:
"You take good care of your injuries. I'll go take a look."

"Okay, sir, go ahead."

(End of this chapter)