Chapter 16 Dark Picture

Although Feng Wuhen had accepted the map presented by Ketu Celing, it did not mean that everything had come naturally. With the continuous arrival of princes and princes of various tribes, all parties of the alliance finally gathered. However, another shocking news followed. The iron cavalry of the Junggar tribe once again flattened the Seph tribe in Mongolia in Moxi, and thousands of young and strong herders were captured. All the family assets accumulated by the entire tribe were wiped out, and even the royal tribe did not escape.

However, although the princes and princes participating in the alliance were angry, they had no choice. This time, except for the Junggar, the princes of the Moxi tribe went through hardships to the location of the Kurten tribe's Khan tent, and the rest either surrendered at the feet of Ketuceling or were still struggling on the verge of life and death. Although Ketuceling only brought 500 personal guards to the meeting this time, no one dared to ignore this man, just as no one could truly understand the background of the Junggar tribe.

The news came from a Han caravan. They had met a team of cavalrymen of Seph's troops who had escaped from birth on the way. For some ulterior motives, the caravan took in these aliens. After learning about the alliance, the caravan rushed to Kurten's troops again and handed over the survivors to Lai Shan's personal soldiers. Now, Lai Shan is meeting these warriors who have escaped the disaster in person.

The leader was a very young Mongolian man. He knelt down on one knee respectfully and said, "Sephh Hob, I have seen the prince, I hope that the glory of the golden tribe can cover the entire grassland." Although his clothes were neat, they still showed the scars all over his body. Obviously, the price he paid was really huge to survive under the hoof of the iron cavalry. However, it was a blessing that he could survive compared to those resting tribal warriors. "Please ask the prince to report to the crown prince and remove the Junggar people from the grassland!"

Lai Shan felt very comfortable when he heard the previous sentence. He also wanted to spread the glory of the tribe all over the grassland, but this was undoubtedly a luxury. Although the Kurten tribe was powerful, its strength was still too weak to compete with all tribes. However, the latter sentence of Hobu made him very annoyed. What does it mean to remove the Junggar people from the grassland? If the court really had such determination and military strength, there would be no such alliance at all, and Feng Wuhen would not have come here as the prince. However, it was indeed too difficult to let such a warrior use his brain.

"Hobu, I am very sympathetic to your tribe's experience. The Junggars will be punished sooner or later, but not now." Lai Shan's words immediately made the other party's expression extremely ugly. "The prince of the court came to join the alliance. He has no power and no troops to interfere in the affairs of the western Mo. Don't forget that Tegu once led his troops to fight with the soldiers in the Northwest Camp."

Hob lowered his head in disappointment. He did not reveal his true identity. He, Hob Aziger, is the youngest son of Prince Seph who had already died in battle and the last successor of the Seph tribe. He clenched his fists, but still lowered his head respectfully: "Thank you for your reminder and shelter, but as a warrior, I will definitely obtain what the tribe has lost. Please allow me to retreat first."

Lai Shan nodded and signaled him to leave. After the curtain of the camp was closed, he snorted heavily. The Junggars were indeed abominable. Their move was undoubtedly not taken seriously. Calculated the time, it should be a war that happened a month ago. However, while Ketu Celing's main force was still wandering on the southern mourning grassland, the troops of their left-behind tribes could easily destroy a small tribe, which was a terrible combat power. His fear in his heart increased a little bit. As a result, the power of the major tribes in the southern mourning on the grassland was being hit by an unprecedented impact.

"Those idiots, if I were the kind of person who would only wait passively, how could I ascend to the position of Khan?" Although Ketu Celing had never opposed the title of the prince, he still stubbornly believed that Khan was given to him. The title of the prince was given by the court, and Khan's position was indeed achieved by himself with one sword and one shot. He was not as humble as the Mongolian tribes in Monan. His strength and strength were the only ones that made him obey.

"Khan, this is a month ago. You can't forget it." Tegu reminded him without hesitation, "The Prince must be still thinking about the authenticity of the map and our intentions. What are you going to do next?" He stared at his master curiously, and only he knew that the seemingly ironic Mongolian, a prince had already surrendered to the Junggar side, otherwise the war would not be so easy?

"One word, wait." Ketu Celin chuckled, his face full of amazing brilliance, "Even if the alliance ends, there will be other chaos in the Central Plains. We have many opportunities, so there are no need to be anxious. Have you forgotten Lai Shan's two sons?"

Teguxin nodded with some understanding, and did not ask the master why he knew the situation of the Central Plains court. As a subordinate, he knew when he should remain silent.

Lai Shan's wedding to marry his stepmother was finally held during the alliance. Compared with Feng Fanke, who was over fifty years old, he was not quite commensurate. However, compared with the huge benefits Ling Yun and Kurten could get from the marriage, the marriage was inevitably sincerely blessed by both parties. However, except for the two princes of Sotu and the Sak tribe, the other princes were both envious and jealous.

After entering the yurt, the red veil on the bride's head was removed, but there was no relative who was older than Lai Shan, so the gift of worshiping the elders was spared. Feng Fanke's appearance looked particularly charming against the light, and even Korten's relatives were envious. It was a great blessing for the tribe to marry such a woman with outstanding talent and beauty.

However, Lai Shan's favorite concubine, Bot, was not happy. She had already given birth to an adult prince. Compared with a young and beautiful concubine, time alone was enough to make her lose all chances of victory. She did not want to expect that princess with a noble status to hate an old man. Even the Central Plains court must have taken care of her for a long time and would tie Kurten to the chariot of the court. Her son Bhutto once revealed her plans intentionally or unintentionally. Out of fear, Bot had never made any statement, but now it seems that he has to make a choice.

Feng Wuhen smiled and took on the role of blessing the newcomer. Even Yana was crowded in the crowd curiously, as if she didn't care that her father would marry another wife. She was still wearing her delicate braids, but her face was confused and curious, but her eyes moved from her father to Feng Wuhen from time to time, obviously comparing the advantages and disadvantages of the two.

The wedding was both simple and grand. No one wanted to continue to drag on it, either Kurten's tribe or Lingyun. The conflicts between tribes have never been as complicated as this time. The various divisions of powers and responsibilities that should have been smoothly also became difficult due to some emergencies. The three major departments in Monan have been completely alert. After this wedding, the two princes of Sotu and Sakh's tribe are also preparing to get married during this period. As long as these three weddings can be completed smoothly, the relationship between the court and the three major departments will be almost unbreakable.

Yana was still watching the young man. She had no idea what she was thinking. She had achieved a marriage at the moment. Even though the imperial decree had not yet arrived, she still received a positive answer from her father. She, a girl who was once bullied at will in her stepfather's tribe, is not only about to be named the princess, but can even marry such a noble person? Her eyes were already blurred, and maybe this was her true destiny.

"Congratulations to Prince Lai Shan, I'm afraid there are so many beautiful women in the Kurten tribe who can't compare to it, right?" Ketu Celebing went forward to congratulate, but the smile on his face seemed a bit strange, "Look, your daughter seems to be envious of your good luck!"

Lai Shan couldn't help but be stunned. Sure enough, he saw his daughter's dull eyes, and a trace of undetectable haze flashed in his eyes. "Oh, I'm all spoiling her. This is the place where men gather. Wouldn't she break the rules?" He glanced at Feng Fanke, who was calm and looked over there, and then smiled at Ketu Celing, "You don't need to tease me. Your Highness said, have you asked the court for a marriage?

Tegu laughed behind the master without any consciously for a while, not caring about the criticism that everyone threw on him. Even Lai Shan felt that this Junggar Khan was too relaxed. It was incredible that such a person who was not divided into superiors and subordinates could become the overlord of Moxi. However, Ketu Celing just turned around and glared at his subordinates and stopped pursuing him, "Haha, the prince is joking, how can I compare to you? Princess Qingning is extremely noble, I wish the prince can add a few more heroic princes." He bowed and turned back to the crowd.

Feng Wuhen also heard the words and couldn't help but scream in his heart. Sure enough, Kertai and Bhutto, who had just chatted with the guests with a smile, changed their faces. The two brothers looked at each other at the same time, and then immediately turned their heads away, but only a few thoughtful people saw this scene.

It seems that the dispute over the successors of Kurten's tribe is about to begin, and Feng Wuhen smiled helplessly. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him: "Your Highness, do you think the process of this alliance is too slow?" Although the person who came was not very loud, the princes beside Feng Wuhen still heard it clearly, and they all turned their heads, their faces full of anger.

Ketu Celing didn't feel that he had said anything too much, "The princes and princes of so many tribes all said something insignificant. If they continue to waste, it would be a waste of time. My clan has something to deal with every day. Your Highness, if this continues, I can only say goodbye with regret."

"You guy who ruined my tribe, don't talk sarcastically here!" A angrily shouted in the crowd. It turned out to be Hob of the Seph tribe. I don't know how he got in. This time he changed into a dress of a personal soldier of the Kurten tribe, rushed forward a few steps, and knelt down on one knee in front of Feng Wuhen, "Your Highness, it was this person who violated the previous covenant and caused my tribe to suffer a great disaster." He held up a shining golden seal with both hands and reported in a deep voice, "I, Hob Azig, the youngest son of Prince Seph, here to offer you the tokens given to the tribe by the court."
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