On the southern bank of the upper Krulun River and the upper Turra River, under the natural barrier of Yanran Mountain, there is a vast land with abundant water and grass and picturesque scenery. This is the Chanyu Royal Court, known as the Dragon City.

Every autumn, the royal court held a trench conference. The nobles of the Shanyu surname, the prominent families of the Xiongnu surname, and the twenty-four tribes including Kunxie King, Loufan King, Xiutu King and other vassal states led their tribes to gather here. During the conference, in addition to reporting on the population to the Shanyu and tribute to livestock, they also held celebration parties. During this month, there were tens of thousands of yurts inside and outside the royal court, singing and dancing, and the bonfire was not extinguished all night.

The storm conference this year was when Zuoxian Wang Wuwei led 300,000 cavalry to raid south. According to previous estimates, Yuyang should be destroyed within half a month.

If the wish comes true, then this news will be the most boosting victory that the Huns have lost Hetao in the past twenty years.

Therefore, everyone, including Shanyu, was waiting for the arrival of the war report.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for more than half a month, the news came that the attack on Shanggu was blocked, Wei Shao returned to his army, Wu Wei was defeated, and finally, together with the surrendered, had lost nearly 100,000 troops in total.

One out of every three people is not allowed to return.

Shanyu was furious and stopped the banquet that he had originally set up in the king's tent every day. It is said that he privately denounced Wu Wei, who was trembling with fear.

The herdsman who learned the news was panicked and asked around about the whereabouts of the men who participated in the war at his home.

Although the Wandering Forest Conference continued, the atmosphere instantly dropped from the high point of celebration to the freezing point.

At night, Wei Yan was still drinking in the tent.

Several wine pots in front of him gradually became empty, and when he was half drunk, the door of the tent was suddenly lifted open and a shaking figure broke in.

It is Wu Wei, the Zuoxian King.

Wu Wei seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, her face flushed, and stopped in front of Wei Yan, staring at him with a pair of bloodshot eyes, gasping for a quick breath.

Wei Yan seemed to have not realized it and poured another glass of wine.

"Wei Yan! I have sent someone to investigate. During the days when I led the army south to attack the valley, you were not in the royal court! Shanyu did not send you out to do business. Where did you go in those days?"

Wei Yan still didn't move, and there seemed to be no such person in front of him.

Wu Wei sneered: "I know you won't admit it! I went south this time, planned carefully and advanced at full speed, and crossed the Sanggan River in two days! If someone hadn't informed the Han people in advance, how could the border town have responded in such a comprehensive manner in a short time! After thinking about it, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that you were the most suspicious! You were originally a Han people, and when you came to my royal court, you were the spies sent by the Wei family, but in fact, you were spies sent by the Wei family! If you hadn't told me this secretly, I missed the opportunity, why could my 300,000 cavalry conquered me? You thought I didn't know? When you came to the royal court, you were dissatisfied with me and incited the people of the Lan family Huyan family, not only opposed me, but even wanted to plot against the Shanyu! I killed you..."

He pulled out his waist knife and chopped it down at Wei Yan. He was so drunk that he was so drunk that he slashed his sword, and the blade was deeply embedded in the desk and could not be pulled out for a moment.

A golden dagger was suddenly added in Wei Yan's hand. Before he could see clearly, a snow blade swung past, and the dagger pierced into Wu Wei's heart. The whole piece of blade went in without a blade, leaving only a piece of dagger shank protruding outside.

Wu Wei's pupils suddenly shrank, but his eyes were open like copper rings. An unbelievable light emitted from his eyes. He looked at Wei Yan's gray-black cold eyes opposite him, which seemed to be without any emotion. His mouth opened weakly, and finally his body fell to Wei Yan's feet with a "thump".

Several Uwei's guards rushed in when they heard the sound, and were shocked to see this and drew their swords.

After Wei Yan sat back at the wine case, he looked at Wu Wei who was spasming on the ground with indifferent expression until he gradually stopped struggling.

He withdrew his gaze, raised his neck, drank the wine in his glass, as if nothing had happened.

The guards looked at each other with fear on their faces. They slowly retreated, arrived at the door of the tent, and quickly retreated out.

Outside the tent, the autumn wind from Yanran Mountain was blew, whimpering and whimpering through the yak roofs of one tent after another. In the distance, there was a faint sound of a night flute blowing by someone. The sobs were sobbing and melodious, as if full of longing, and there was nowhere to send it.

A strong wind suddenly rolled open the tent door, and the night wind rushed in, and a beautiful girl dressed in a noble woman rushed in from the swaying light and shadow of the candles in the tent.

She was wearing exquisite patterns, with bright green, red and purple vests with golden silk and polished edges, eight-petal silver engraved hats, a huge ruby ​​inlaid on the forehead, and pointed-toed scalp boots, and luxurious all over her body.

It was Wei Yan's former concubine Lan Yun.

The Lan family was originally a nobleman of the opposite sex of the Xiongnu and was one of the twenty-four tribes. In the past, this one was convicted and exiled by the Shanyu. In the past few years, the Lan family rose again due to their military achievements. Lan Yun's brother was renamed the King of Lan, and Lan Yun was also named the second princess. Because of her extraordinary beauty, she won the reputation of the pearl of the grassland. There were countless suitors in the twenty-four tribes, but she refused them all.

Lan Yunjuji fell in love with King Hutukun, and this was already well known in the royal court.

Lan Yun hurriedly broke in and saw Wu Wei, who was dead with a dagger in his chest, whose face changed drastically. He rushed to Wei Yan and said in a trembling voice: "Did you really kill him? You actually killed him?"

Wei Yan seemed to have not heard of it, and poured another glass of wine on his own.

Lan Yun grabbed his wrist holding a wine glass and said in an anxious tone: "My brother learned that Wu Wei was drunk and came to find you, so he followed him. He had intercepted and killed several guards from Wu Wei who went to report the news! While Shanyu didn't know yet, you go quickly!"

Wei Yan pulled back the wrist that she had caught, but his eyes still did not turn to her, and said lightly: "It is better for Juci to return to the Lan tribe as soon as possible. I don't need your concern."

Lan Yun stared at him in a daze, with a sad look in his eyes, and slowly knelt down beside him: "I know you are in pain. At that time, King Rizhu had been waiting for your return, so he sent me to your side, serving you and waiting for an opportunity to act. I used the matter of Qiao Nu to make you unable to face the people of the Wei family, and finally made you return to the Xiongnu. Now in the royal court, although everyone calls you to Tukun, I know that you have never been able to get rid of the Han people in your heart.

Imprint...I'm sorry for you. I'm just a slut. I was so mean to be a little bitch. I knew I was not qualified to stay by your side to serve again, and I had no face to bother you again. But now, Wu Wei was slandering in front of Shanyu, saying that you reported the news to the Han people. The Han people were wary of him and failed to go south. Shanyu probably had suspicious of you, let alone you kill Wu Wei like this again! I beg you, go quickly..."

"roll."

Wei Yan's eyes were covered with red blood, and the smell of alcohol squirted out a word from the cracks of his teeth.

"Please... That girl Qiao is your inner demon. Please don't torture yourself because of her! Don't you know that even if you were not forced back to the Huns, you will never be able to get her in your life-"

"Get out!"

Wei Yan suddenly felt furious and slapped Lan Yun hard. The table in front of him was kicked over by him, and the golden cup and silver cup fell to the ground.

His strength was so strong that Lan Yun broke his wrist.

Lan Yun's face was pale and fell into the corner of the tent. He gritted his teeth and slowly climbed up, and said with tears in his eyes: "Even if you killed me, I will say it! You are not a Han man Wei Yan! You are Hutukun, a Hutukun! Hutukun's name is now in the royal court, and his reputation is increasing day by day. Please, from now on, we will break with your past and be a good Hun..."

Wei Yan suddenly pulled out a gold-wrapped dagger from his waist, stepped forward quickly, bent down and grabbed Lan Yun's collar, gritted his teeth and said, "You say another word, I will kill you!"

Lan Yun stared at his red eyes and looked ferocious, and smiled sadly: "I thought I was happy for years before, but now I think about it. If you want to kill me, I will do it. My life was left by you back then."

She closed her eyes.

Wei Yan stared at her tightly, gasping violently, and his eyelids kept beating.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps outside the tent, and a nearby servant's voice came in: "Master, the king's tent comes, Shanyu tells the master to go quickly!"

Lan Yun suddenly opened his eyes: "Don't go! Although the news that Wu Wei died at your hands was temporarily intercepted, the Shanyu suddenly spread to you late at night must be against you! My brother, Huyan tribe and Qiulin clan are all supporting your father! No one is willing to fight endlessly with the Han people! Go quickly and discuss with them..."

Wei Yan stood up straight, and his angry expression gradually recovered. He pushed Lan Yun away, turned around and opened the tent door, bent out.

Several of his guards wanted to follow him, but were stopped by the people from the tent.

"Master!" The guard looked at him.

Wei Yan said: "You stay, there is no need to follow me."

Lan Yun climbed up from the ground and chased after him and called out, but Wei Yan didn't look back. Under the support of a series of guards of the royal tent, he quickly walked towards the huge royal tent that looked like a mountain bag in the distance.

The figure soon disappeared into the dark night.

Lan Yun knelt on the ground powerlessly and murmured: "...he's crazy... he doesn't want to live anymore..."

She was frightened by the idea that came out of her mind. She seemed to have a needle pricked her and jumped up from the ground, pushed away the maid who was chasing her, turned over and left quickly.

...

In the middle of the tent, there is a huge fire pit, with blazing flames illuminating the four walls.

Late at night, the Chanyu had not yet stopped, and sat in a golden chair with white tiger skin inlaid with gems, narrowing his eyes slightly, staring at Wei Yan.

The Shanyu is in his twilight years. The former priest lord of the grassland who was young by killing his father to ascend to the throne of Shanyu. Now he cannot escape the baptism of time and becomes old. Especially after the news of the defeat in the Battle of Shanggu, Shanyu's mental state is even more depressed.

The twenty-four kings who came to attend the conference have not seen him for several days and are secretly suspicious.

But even so, at this moment, the Shanyu's eyes at Wei Yan still had an extremely attractive power.

"Where did you go during the days when Wu Wei led his army south?"

Shanyu asked coldly.

Wei Yan looked at the Chanyu on the seat and knelt slowly at him: "I will be in the upper valley."

Shanyu's eyes flashed, and the palm that grabbed the throne's ring suddenly retracted, and his voice was singular: "Wuwei said that you informed the Han people, which made him frustrated when he went south?"

"Indeed." Wei Yan said calmly.

"Not only that, just now, Wu Wei came to my tent to kill me, but I killed him. His body should be still in my tent at this moment."

Shanyu suddenly stood up from the throne, his eyes wide open, his fingers pointed at Wei Yan, and his breathing was rapid. Suddenly, he pulled out the sword from his waist and quickly walked down towards Wei Yan.

"You have returned to the Huns. I ask myself that you are not bad, and you have not distinguished you because you are good at the Wei family! I also know that Wu Wei is incompetent. Once I die, I may not be able to suppress the twenty-four tribes. Therefore, it is not that I have considered abolishing his position as crown prince. Why did you repay kindness and reciprocate the Han people first, and kill my son again today?"

Shanyu questioned sternly, and the knife was pressed to the side of his neck with a heavy knife and pressed it down violently.

The sharp blade was scattered, and immediately cut open the skin, causing a stream of bright red blood, which rust down along the neck, instantly dyeing the collar of the clothes red.

Wei Yan seemed to have not yet noticed it, his eyes fixed on a cluster of flames jumping in the fire pit. He was ecstatic for a moment and said, "I was born in this world, and I have not only let down the Wei family's grace of giving birth, but also let down the Shanyu's grace of knowing and meeting. It is worse than a pig or a dog. It is natural for Shanyu to kill me."

After he said that, his knees bent, he knelt slowly, closed his eyes, and looked calm.

Shanyu glared at him, his eyes gradually became ferocious. At this moment, Wu Zhuque, who was disheveled from the king's tent, rushed in from the untidy clothes, and walked quickly to the front of Shanyu, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed, "Brother Wang! Everything is my entourage! It is because I don't want to sit there and watch Wu Wei take credit, so I ordered him to report the news! It is also because I can't bear to have Wu Wei always provoked me, so I asked him to find an opportunity to get rid of Wu Wei! Brother Wang wants to kill me, and I have nothing to do with him!"

Shanyu stared at Wu Zhuqu and sneered: "He committed such a crime. He should have dismembered the five horses. In order to get rid of him, you have promised it. Well, since he is also a descendant of my family, I will spare him the punishment of dismembering the five horses and leave him a whole body."

He shouted loudly to the warriors into the room.

With a burst of footsteps, the door of the king's tent was suddenly opened, and a whistle came towards the Chanyu's lightning-like wind. With a puff, it penetrated into the Chanyu's eyebrows and shot through his bones and shot out.

Shanyu's eyes widened and his body stood stiff. After a moment, the sword in his palm fell to the ground and fell straight backwards.

Hu Yanlie and Lanti had already killed all the Shanyu confidants outside the king's tent, and led the guards in from outside to swarm, killing all the guards inside the king's tent, then stepped forward and helped Wu Zhuqu up.

Wu Zhuqu looked at his brother who was still full of eyes even though he died. He closed his eyes and looked at Wei Yan, who was covered in blood on his clothes, stepped forward and said in a trembling voice: "My son, are you okay?"

Wei Yan opened his eyes, watched Shanyu's body nearby for a moment, got up, and left the crowd.

That night, Wu Wei was punished by Shanyu for being defeated, so he killed Shanyu, and the news that he was attacked by the guards quickly spread in the royal court.

The twenty-four noble vassal kings in their sleep heard about the incident and rushed from their respective tents one after another. After a chaotic discussion, at the suggestion of King Huyan, King Qiu Lin and others, everyone unanimously recommended Wu Zhuqu Deng Shanyu to the position of Shanyu, and no one objected.

At dawn in the east, the autumn dew is still deep, drop by drop, like a diamond condensed on the tip of the grass leaves, and the morning mist is misty in the distance, like a white floating gauze, floating on the boundless field.

Wei Yan rode his horse, crossed a bunch of bonfires that had not yet been extinguished last night, and galloped forward alone.
To be continued...