MTL - I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man-Chapter 185 Non-self

The temple called, Lin Jia could not delay too long, the two sides explained the secret code and method of contact, he immediately changed his clothes and went downstairs.

The crane was plain white and the clothes were fluttering. No wonder Tao Yunqing, who came to meet at the door, looked a little bit straight.

Lin Jia helped the horse personally, and Tao Yunqing turned to look at Qin Nuo's party who went downstairs. He greeted with a smile: "General Pang, I don't know how the little brother's condition is."

"He was severely injured and caused internal injuries. He could not be cured in a short time." Lin Jia shook his head and said, shaking his head.

Qin Nuo and his team cooperated with an expression of anxiety. This was a negotiation between the two parties before, and it was more convenient for many people to stay in bed secretly.

Tao Yunqing comforted two words with sympathy. He soon left with Lin Jia.

Qin Nuo and his party were walking on the way back. It was already dusk, and the sky was gloomy, and the night came early. Although the weather was not good, it did not affect the joy of the people in the city. Many people were busy in and out, packing up a few belongings.

They are about to move to live in the newly conquered Pan Luo City.

In recent years, the Xuelie people have been growing up. The new population is increasing day by day. The city has already been fully loaded. It can be moved to a more solid and spacious city, and the richer pastures are naturally happy.

Approaching the shrine, a celebration party is being held in the small square in front.

Being idle, Qin Nuo and his team stopped and admired the rare exotic atmosphere.

More than a dozen girls are dancing. Although the dance steps are uneven and the accompaniment of the accompaniment is not pleasant, it still has a vibrant flavor. Perhaps because no matter whether it is a dancer or a person who appreciates dancing, his face is With a smile of joy.

Qin Nuo noticed before that the majority of Xuelie people were young people, especially children, indicating that this tribe is growing rapidly in recent years.

Walking slowly, a call came in front: "Master, have you been here?"

Looking up, it was Su Luoer, holding things with the other four or five girls, walking across the road, seeing Qin Nuo's expression of surprise.

She said a few words to the girls around her and hurried over.

"Sir, do you want to attend the next dance?"

Qin Nuo laughed: "I want to see."

"It's going to be lively tonight, and there will be a singing and dancing troupe to perform later." Su Luoer laughed, then raised the things in his hand and sent them to Qin Nuo.

"Please accept this. It's honey wine. You can drink it while watching the show."

Qin Nuo refused her good intentions and accepted this bulging skin.

Suluor bent down to salute happily, and ran back.

A group of girls made a silver bell-like laughter. They stared at Qin Nuo and Pei Tuo and others behind them, shyly and timidly, talking softly.

Qin Nuoling's ears and eyes faintly captured several words.

"So handsome ..."

"The other ones ... the one on the left ..."

"... It's a pity to leave ..."

The girls were like a group of happy nightingales. They soon flew away, but still turned around from time to time, nostalgic for Qin Nuo and his party.

A few people from Yan Chang came together, facing the emperor, and didn't dare to make fun of it, but the expression of frowning made Qin Nuo understand what they wanted to say.

The dog couldn't vomit ivory, Qin Nuo didn't want to listen to those scumbags, and threw the wine pouch in his hand twice.

The eyes of several people were immediately attracted. Not only a few of them, but even the young people passing by couldn't help but look twice.

In this cold country, wine has more appeal than any treasure.

The desire to seduce Yan Chang's maggots couldn't stop, Qin Nuo then opened the stopper and drank.

It is really delicious to drink wine with this kind of envy, envy and hatred. At least more delicious than the drink in your mouth.

Maybe it is the habit of drinking wine in the inner government. The winemaking skills of the Xuelie people are really poor. Fortunately, there was some sweetness in the light taste of the drinks.

Recalling the boxes of drinks held by those girls just now, Qin Nuo suddenly found something wrong.

Beishuo is a barren place, especially during the high winter season. Grain is an extremely precious resource, and it is rarely used to make wine. Even people ca n’t eat enough. How can it be so luxurious?

Before, in the city of Panluo, at the banquet hosted by the city host, the drinks were limited to a few glasses, and even the soldiers who were arranged in the side hall did not drink at all.

If it is a booty, Qin Nuo can still understand, but what Su Luoer said just now is that they brewed it by themselves?

From the taste, should it be made recently?

The food of the Xuelie people is more abundant than expected. Think again about the equipment of these fighters that Tao Yunqing saw before. The revival of the Xuelie clan is just the effort of these years. How could they have accumulated so much?

This speculation was confirmed shortly after. The more people gathered in the small square, many of the soldiers and their families who returned from the battle ran to celebrate. After the performance of the song and dance troupe arrived, the atmosphere was even warmer. The cold weather did not diminish everyone's enthusiasm for celebration, and the entire small square became an ocean of singing and dancing.

Many soldiers held wine pouches and drank this honey wine. Let Qin Nuo think more and more.

In all fairness, singing and dancing is not exquisite, but it is full of exotic flavor, and the girls of Xuelie tribe are naturally white and beautiful.

Several people in Qin Nuo have enjoyed it.

There are also young girls coming up to invite them to play together.

Take a closer look. Many young people are paired.

The open customs of the Xuelie tribe, coupled with the natural and handsome men, and the beautiful and cheerful women, suddenly made Qin Nuo have a scene of the young people's friendship party.

Of course, all the Qin Nuo people rejected the invitation to come. Looking at the reluctant eyes of the girls, Qin Nuo was a bit of vanity, and he was the one who had received the most invitations.

But when I saw Lin Jia come over, this childish mentality disappeared immediately.

The government affairs in the temple have just been negotiated, and several main sacrifice came to enjoy the people while they were busy.

After a circle of entertainment, taking advantage of the unattended gap, Lin Jia quietly came to Qin Nuo.

The two had slipped onto the sloping field outside the small square, surrounded by trees and buildings, and they were silent all around.

"Is there anything important in the temple?"

"It was to discuss the migration to Panluo City. I deliberately proposed a plan to send troops to clean up the forces around it, and then slowly move it. Sure enough, he was led by the Duhe guy to deny it." Lin Jia smiled slightly, after Duhe targeted him His plans are always challenging in many ways.

"The high priest should be a wise man."

"Unfortunately, the high priest also supports the plan for immediate migration, because it is really impossible to live here," Lin Jia explained with a smile. In recent years, the population of the Xuelie tribe has multiplied too much, almost tripled. Today, the people living in the city are only part of the people, and part of them are on the other side of the mountain. This winter's blizzard is endless, and the humble city camp account will freeze to death.

Qin Nuo nodded, this is a real problem.

"And there have been visions in the city recently." Speaking of this incident, Lin Jia's expression was dignified.

"Vision?"

Lin Jia nodded. "Somehow, there are often roars and shocks in the ground below this snowy city."

Qin Nuo was immediately vigilant. The reason why the Xuelie tribe turned from prosperity to decline more than 20 years ago was because of natural disasters, which was a severe earthquake. According to historical records in Beishuo, Qin Nuo speculated that at least There are more than eight levels.

Once the numerous cities of the Xuelie clan were destroyed, the people were displaced, and the surrounding clans swarmed up and looted at the moment of crisis. Like a whale bitten by a group of sharks, this huge clan fell all the way down, and even almost destroyed the clan.

However, the core of the earthquake at that time was in the city north of Tianxing Mountain, a dozen days away.

However, it is certain that the site of the Xuelie people is located on an earthquake zone. After many years, the accumulation of underground tension has reached a critical point, and maybe it will be released from the land underneath.

An earthquake is a natural disaster that cannot be prevented by manpower. No wonder the Xuelie people can't wait to expand abroad. And the high priest hurriedly moved the people.

"If the son is allowed, please invite General Pei Xiao or Yan Chang tonight to send the letter to the Rising Sun." Lin Jiayan said briefly the follow-up plan.

It's not the first time Lin Jia has done such a thing. Collaborate with foreign enemies and calculate clans to improve your status. In particular, most of the victims this time were civilians.

Looking up at the young men and women singing and laughing in front of me, I remembered the elated women and children I saw on the road before, and the old man kneeling around Lin Jia's residence, praying prayerfully ... Comfortable. Didn't you think about all this when you made this plan? Maybe I thought, just do n’t have to face it in person, you can think of it as unknown.

Lin Jia keenly noticed, he suddenly whispered: "Does the emperor ... feel that this measure is too harsh and will involve innocent women and children?" His expression was solemn, and he even changed his name.

Qin Nuo did not answer.

Lin Jia went straight on, "Emperor, kindness is precious, but it cannot be abused. Today's Xuelie clan looks at the weak and oppressed, but the emperor knows that they used to be one of the five clans in Beishuo, right? They are still the most radical and resolute people. They tried to touch me several times in the past. "

Qin Nuo has also read these records, which happened decades ago. At that time, the control of the tribe in Beishuo's court was not as strong and powerful as the tribe, and they often fought independently.

The most enthusiastic about the territory of Da Zhou is the Xuelie tribe. Perhaps because the territory of the Xuelie tribe in the heyday was greatly bordered by Da Zhou, they not only actively responded to the call of Wang Ting, but also often organized their own small and medium tribes. , Plunder south. It is a foreign enemy that makes the Northern Army headache.

"Because of their attacks, I have suffered countless people and soldiers in the north. The uncle's clan was killed in the hands of the Xuelie tribe more than 20 years ago. He used to be one of my Lin family. The most outstanding children in the past ten years have been placed in high hopes by the family, but they were killed at a young age. And as young as he died, North Xinjiang has been fighting for many years. "

"The emperor looked around. Today's Xuelie people are mostly black-haired and black-eyed. Most of them are mixed-blood offspring born in the early years with slaves from captives. Some are from other tribes, and some are ours. People. They were originally people who lived peacefully on the land in northern Xinjiang. They had their own family business, but in a blink of an eye they were captured here.

"In the early days when the Xuelie tribe went south to slaughter, why had they cared for my grandmother and daughter-in-law. Now that I have to wait for a knife to kill someone, what pity?"

"The emperor proposed a god-building plan, and selected the Xuelie tribe as a target. In fact, the subjects are very pleased. Maybe this is the chance."

"The minister did not regret the death of his elders. He wrote to serve the country. He had died for the sake of the country. He died for the great Zhou Jiangshan and the well-being of the people of the world. He just hoped that the emperor would understand that the young and weak beasts are also beasts. Its heart is different! "

"In the eyes of the minister, these Di Man generations are all beasts of wolves' ambitions. These young children will grow into wolves-like warriors in the future, and these women will give birth to more children. In the future, they will all be my grandsons. Hidden dangers of the week. "

"I am honored to carry out this plan. He has no guilt for killing his sons and daughters, such as slaughtering livestock."

Under the dark night, Lin Jia's voice was low, set off by the hustle and bustle of the distance, as cold as a ghost slang.

With a few words, he made his heart and position clear.

Qin Nuo understands that this kind of thought is actually not only one of Lin Jia, but also a scholar and officer in the North Koreans, especially the younger generation. This kind of thought is generally shared, anxiety and fear of Beishuo, and a sense of cultural superiority from the heart. .

In the early years of the Wei dynasty, the northern grassland peoples went south, which had brought unspeakable suffering to the Central Plains. It was the Emperor Wu who rose in the wind, expelled the captives, and set up a place in Jingping, before returning the people a stable and prosperous world. Only a hundred years ago, the former Shino Aihong was clearly recorded in the annals of history.

There is also a gap between civilizations, different civilization systems, and a natural sense of division. Although the Mu family has tried to imitate the Central Plains in recent years to strengthen centralization, it is still scorned by the Zhou people who consider themselves very high, plus the scars left by years of campaign and killing.

Qin Nuo nodded, "I know, this is the dispute between the clans."

In fact, there is no need to climb so far. Just to say that the Xuelie people will move tens of thousands of people into Panluo City. So what about the original people in Panluo City? The city of Beishuo is not as extensive as the Central Plains, with many houses. The structural layout of the city is very compact. I had lived in Panluo City for a few days before, and it was already seen that the city was overcrowded because of the snow disaster outside the city. Now to make room for tens of thousands of people, then ...

"The emperor is wise." Lin Jiasong breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, even if he did not secretly communicate with the enemy, these people like Zhong Yue had to organize an ambush to fight back, and secretly sent a letter, just to make them more efficient.

"You can't stay long, go back."

Lin Jia bowed down and retreated.

Qin Nuo continued to look down at the small square below the slope.

Around a large circle, Lin Jia appeared like a fairy on the lively square and immediately attracted a lot of attention. Tao Yunqing and several other young generals surrounded him, seemingly asking for something, with admiration on his face.

Lin Jia responded with a smile. Between raising his hands and throwing his feet, he naturally took a romantic and noble attitude, and even the girls around him couldn't help secretly watching, but because of his identity, he didn't dare to go up to invite.

Looking at that reverent glance, and thinking back to Lin Jia's justification, Qin Nuo was inexplicably heavy.

Before long, several figures came to the **** one after another, and it was Pei Tuo.

Under the darkness, the emperor seemed unhappy.

Chen Changan asked in a low voice, "My son?"

Qin Nuo quickly recovered from that little emotion, Shen said, "Everything comes as planned."