After so many days of communication with Tang Yifu, Zhang Qian had already learned some of the Huns' words, and only then did he explain in a hurry.

Unfortunately, after long-term experience in the frontier, the Huns had already had the vision to identify the authenticity of merchants. These languages ​​and fleet arrangements with errors were not enough to make them feel wary.

What's more, in their eyes, the Han people were like enemies. They were used to being arrogant and prosperous in the Western Regions. They would think that the Han people would resist and set up traps to wait for them to come, causing them to suffer serious losses in the process of invading the Han border.

As long as the Han team is targeted by them, no matter what the purpose is, whether it is trade or envoys, they will be taken back to serve as slaves to the Huns. So even if they believe Zhang Qian's words, this group of people will not be able to escape the end of being arrested.

The conflict between the Huns and the Han people was long-standing and had reached the point of targeting each other. What's more, King Xiu Tu was once one of the masters of Hexi, and he hated the Han people from Hexi even more.

It was also the time. Zhang Qian wanted to wait for a good opportunity, but he didn't expect that this happened to King Xiu Tu to come to inspect the military situation. He was in a long-term isolation and lived in a corner. He didn't know much about the situation of the Han Dynasty. Although this accidental gain was as expected by him, his origin was somewhat extraordinary.

After meeting more than 100 people who claimed to be the Han delegation, there was a lot of newness in surprise. He walked forward slowly. He watched the Han Festival for a long time before raising his head to stare at Zhang Qian who was tied with a rope, and his eyes showed cunning. "Are you really a Han delegation?"

Zhang Qian looked angry and said hatefully: "I am a great envoy of the Han Dynasty, why should I hide my whereabouts? But the King Fu Tu did not understand etiquette and was like an envoy seeking trade!"

After being ridiculed, King Xiu Tu became more angry and became more angry when he was embarrassed. He turned to anger and said angrily: "It will fall into our hands like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger. The lamb dares to act wildly in front of wild wolves. Are you, an envoy of the Han Dynasty, afraid of death?"

With a sneer, Zhang Qian snorted: "As far as I know, your king Yizhixie Shanyu once surrendered to my emperor and had a flock of tens of thousands of horses and sheep intimately. It doesn't matter if I kill my emperor now, but if this causes the war between the two countries to recur, and the Shanyu pursues it, you may be blamed, right?"

"What did you say?"

Seeing this, Tang Yifu explained in a low voice: "The envoy means that we are envoys of the Han Dynasty. If you kill us and Shanyu blame us, can you bear it?"

"This..." Zhang Qian's words surprised King Xiu Tu. He really had to give Shanyu's face, but he felt that he was majestic and lost.

Then he asked again, "Since he is a Han envoy, he should hold the customs clearance documents. Why did I see only the Han Dynasty but not the documents?"

"Dare you ask if the King Xiu Tu, is the ruler of the Huns Shanyu, or is the King Xiu Tu? " Zhang Qian laughed and said softly.

"This is still a question, of course it's Shanyu."

"Will your Shanyu give me a Han Dynasty envoy? Is it a joke to call King Xiu Tu!" Zhang Qian continued.

"Hmph, then I won't care. Anyway, Shanyu won't blame me for killing first and then reporting. I can only blame you for being unlucky. By chance, I met me.

If other Hun kings would report Shanyu, but I don’t know. Don’t worry, you will be slaves for the rest of your life!” King Xiu Tu said with a cruel smile.

The tip that Your Majesty gave him is useless yet! How can you give up and be willing to be a slave to the Huns! Zhang Qian shouted: "Why don't you, I have a letter in the tip. This is what our Majesty gave to Yizhixie Shanyu. There is a very important thing. You must hand it over to the Shanyu. The tip is in my sleeve now, pull it out quickly."

"Oh? Is that right?" King Xiu Tu stretched out his right hand and took out a tip from Zhang Qian's cuff.

But he didn't open it, but put it in his arms.

With a mission in mind, how could he waste time shepherding the Huns on this prairie? Seeing that King Xiu Tu was about to leave, Zhang Qian didn't care about so many and shouted directly: "How can I despise my token of the Emperor of Han at will? If Yi Zhixie Shanyu is here, he will also respect me Zhang Qian. You King Xiu Tu was playing with fire and burning yourself!"

King Xiu Tu turned his head and glanced at Zhang Qian, twitched his face, turned around and jumped onto the horse, leaving the world.

His hands were fists in shape and he was clenched with anger. Zhang Qian really wanted to hold the sword and fight the Huns to the death, but when he turned his head and looked at the more than a hundred people behind him, he was silent. He began to think about how to escape under the eyes of the Huns.

Not far away, in a short tent, an old man who looked like a piece of rotten wood sat aside, drinking fresh milk from the soldiers, calm and kind.

Not long after, there was an extra guest here. He came without warning and pushed the door open, "High Priest, I have already got the treasure bag. Zhang Qian has indeed the token of the Emperor of Han!"

The old man took the tip of his wrinkled hand and laughed dryly, "Don't kill the king, it's not in vain that I saved your life. You still respect me, the old man. Hahaha, with this token, I don't have to worry about the trouble that Ge'er will cause in the future!"

"High Priest, is it worth it for you to do this?" King Xiu Tu did not understand this kind of love between grandparents. In his opinion, it was incomprehensible to abandon his life for his descendants!

"Worth it! Compared with my granddaughter, everything in the world has become unimportant. Everything can be sacrificed, but it is Ge'er, she must live well!" The high priest roared excitedly with red eyes.

Just to change the destiny, King Xiu Tu sighed and said, "My good brother died like this, your son, at that time, was also dead. High Priest, have you forgotten?"

"This... is this the fate of my high priest's lineage?" The high priest's eyes filled with bloodshot tears and he murmured with a wry smile.

"What should Zhang Qian do? Do you want to hold him?" King Xiu Tu felt uncomfortable when he saw the high priest's appearance. Then he thought about it and asked.

A pot of fresh milk on the table was drank by the high priest, and he wiped the stains on his mouth and face with a cloth, and sighed helplessly: "That kid is just a trouble. You can find an opportunity to create some negligence and let him slip away. Anyway, he can't complete his mission, and it will not pose a threat to us for the time being!"

"He humiliated me. I have to teach him a lesson before letting him go, otherwise I can't swallow this!"

The high priest frowned, "Don't go too far!"

"Don't worry, I know the importance!"

Liu Che, who was in Chang'an City, naturally didn't know what Zhang Qian had experienced. He was busy recruiting envoys to win over the next king of Nanyue. When he was paralyzed from Nanyue and then raised his troops to attack, it would definitely have miraculous results. This is Liu Che's idea at this moment.
Chapter completed!