The hearts of the people are scattered.

Abruptly, I felt very powerless.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before there will be no Tatars in the entire desert.

Of course...... This is his last chance.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then he said coldly: "This time, it is a great opportunity, when we make an oath, it is the closest moment we have to the Ming Emperor, as long as we do it at this time, we will take down the Ming Emperor...... Then, the desert will return to our hands! ”

Seven or eight leaders had already made up their minds, and they all looked at the abruptness, and one of them said, "It's just ...... Even if we take the Ming Emperor, what can they do, they will set up another emperor, and then, we will be like the original Warat people, at the end of the road. ”

Suddenly snorted coldly: "Of course I know that even if we take the Ming Emperor, we can temporarily hold him hostage and escape to the depths of the desert, but soon, the Ming Dynasty will have a new son of heaven, and then, continue to wage war against the desert." But...... What we want to create is the discord between the desert and the Ming Dynasty, we have taken their Son of Heaven, is the Ming still willing to trust the Tatars? At that time, it is only feared that all the Tatars who have defected to the Han will also be expelled or even killed by the angry Han Chinese. The desert tribes, in order to deal with the revenge of the Han people, will unconsciously reunite, those shepherds who tried to defect to the Han people, will also obediently, return to our side, as long as we can unite, then, it is not the Han people can match, even if the Han people are powerful, but as long as they abandon the policy of Huairou, this desert is so vast, we can temporarily avoid its edge, like migrating north. ”

His eyes were like knives, he glanced at everyone, and said earnestly: "If the Han people are gentle, after I wait for ten years, there will be no difference between them and ordinary herdsmen." But if the Han people fight, even if we are defeated again and again, our children and grandchildren will be princes. ”

The chiefs fell silent.

That's the crux of the matter.

Daming Huairou is too powerful, the nobles can't take the herdsmen to eat well, but the Han can, and they can eat deliciously, how can the herdsmen still be willing to serve the nobles, willing to drive the nobles, and once, it seems that these old nobles have lost the respect of the herdsmen, and the herdsmen no longer follow the ancient traditions, and they are nothing.

Rather than this, it is better to simply take down the Ming Emperor, so that between the desert and the Ming Dynasty, attack and kill each other, no matter how tragic the war is, as long as the Tatar Department is still there, then ...... Abrupt and others still do not lose their dignity.

Desert...... Are you still afraid of fighting? Killing for ten years, killing for thirty years, and killing for a hundred years, even if it is defeated repeatedly and the blood of the herdsmen and Han people is shed, it is not necessarily a bad thing for Tuwu and others.

The leaders looked solemnly abrupt.

Abruptly opened a parchment scroll, a drawing of the altar, on which he pointed and began to arrange.

"I'm afraid I won't succeed." Some people can't help but worry.

"It's going to work." Abruptly swore an oath: "I am abrupt, I can bow a horse at the age of five, ten or eight men can not get close, the Ming Emperor, extremely weak, as long as I can get close to him, just one finger, I can take him down, and then you ......"

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The mighty men and horses have reached the altar.

Zhang Mao hurriedly took a few officials of the Ministry of Rites to Luan Jia.

He went under the carriage and bowed down: "The old minister has seen Your Majesty." ”

The 'Emperor' sat in the carriage and made no sound.

This made Zhang Mao a little strange.

Fang Jifan, who was on the side, came out slowly on a horse, he took off his sunglasses, looked left and right, and saw that this was a continuous Han army camp, and there was no end in sight.

The leaders of the tribes have already been prepared, and they each bring their own cronies and tribesmen to greet them under the Temple of Heaven.

Xie Qian, a cabinet scholar who accompanied them, and Zhang Shengren, a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, also showed excitement, and the endless wilderness outside the customs made them feel refreshed.

Fang Jifan sat on his horse and said: "British Duke, Your Majesty got up too early in the morning, I'm afraid that I am a little tired, you step aside first, Your Majesty has a will, this alliance will show that my Ming Dynasty treats all the grassland departments equally, and the people inside and outside the pass are all regarded as their own kindness by Your Majesty, Baiguan, there is no need to follow, just let me bring some guards, and Liu Jin and Liu Gonggong can accompany me." ”

Zhang Mao was suspicious.

It's not the same as the previous rehearsal.

But where did he dare to slack off, this is what His Majesty meant, what else can he say, said yes, and retreated with the accompanying officials.

It's not too late.

The 'Emperor' got out of the carriage.

When his boots hit the ground, there was already a blanket of great food under his feet on the grass, and this blanket stretched all the way to the Temple of Heaven.

Fang Jifan hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and Liu Jin, one left and one right, hugged the 'emperor'.

The emperor didn't say a word, he wore sunglasses, a crown on his head, and a crown robe, step by step, in the direction of the Temple of Heaven.

They walked more than a dozen steps, and the accompanying guards followed them in a mighty manner, and for a while, the banners were unfurled, and the crowd of black oppressors followed the 'emperor' to the altar.

Fang Jifan looked a little hesitant, looking at the stone steps, the guards had already stopped, and surrounded the altar.

The 'Emperor' is stepping up the ladder.

The ministers went to the bottom of the stairs one after another.

Fang Jifan looked at the emperor who had ascended to the high platform alone.

Looking at Wang Shouren's back.

Originally...... Everything was planned.

Wang Shouren went up and made an alliance with the leaders.

Then, there is life and death, and wealth is in the sky.

But at this moment.

Fang Jifan hesitated.

Do you really let Wang Shouren go up?

What if it's dangerous?

The Tatars, but they are all powerful.

This is his own protégé.

Fang Jifan lowered his head, a little ashamed.

He silently thought in his heart, I still want to live, I want to live strongly, and I will succeed the vassal......

Fuck your uncle's Fang Jifan......

comforted himself in his heart, but in an instant, Fang Jifan raised his steps and went up a step, let's die, eighteen years later, he is still a man who can sing and cry, be loyal and kind, and be undeceitful.

Fang Jifan walked up the steps quickly and caught up with Wang Shouren.

The ceremonial officer behind him wanted to say something, and couldn't help but want to say, Qi Guogong ...... This...... In the charter, I didn't let you go up.

But they couldn't stop it after all, and they didn't dare to stop it.

Wang Shouren saw that his master had quickly climbed the steps, and behind him, he didn't look back, but his body trembled slightly.

Then, the master and apprentice tacitly climbed to the high platform.

Immediately afterwards, more than seventy leaders climbed the stone steps.

Fang Jifan sided with Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren glanced sideways at his mentor, and he said to Fang Jifan: "Mentor, you stand away a little." ”

"Why?" Fang Jifan was very nervous, he dared to pat his chest without saying that he was afraid of death. Those who keep saying that they are not afraid of death, nine times out of ten, are liars, life is too precious, so precious that people can sell their loved ones, their friends, and their conscience for it, except for Fang Jifan.

Wang Shouren wanted to say something, he was wearing sunglasses, and the eyes behind the sunglasses Fang Jifan couldn't see, but then, he was in the sun, and swallowed the words that he was about to blurt out into his stomach.

As a martial arts practitioner, he can feel the crazy beating heart of his mentor.

Wang Shouren waited calmly, and the leaders went up to the high platform one after another, and then, according to the etiquette, they were to bow to the 'emperor'.

Among the more than seventy, there were Jurchens, Tatars, Siberia, and the Mongol chiefs who had just been expelled from the Ural Mountains, and they all bowed down and spoke in unison, using the Chinese language they had learned from the courtiers: "Your Majesty meets the Supreme Great Khan!" ”

The supreme here, a sentence or the meaning of heaven, in the belief of the desert tribes, heaven is the supreme.

When the 'emperor' saw everyone kneeling, he finally spoke: "As the son of the Han Dynasty, do you still have to deal with the affairs of the ministries?" ”

This rhetorical question is unexpected.

In the corner of the altar, there was a ceremonial official, who began to take out the bamboo slips at this time and began to record.

The chiefs fell to the ground and bowed to the knees of the 'Emperor', and the chiefs did not know how to reply, but shouted: "Hurrah! ”

Under the sunglasses of the 'emperor', there was no joy or anger: "I have the four seas, for the parents of the world, you wait for the guests, it is the luck of the sky, I look down on the Han Yi, treat everyone equally, tell all the people outside the pass, let them recuperate, I am the son of the Han Dynasty, you have entered the title of the Supreme Khan, I deserve it, you wait for my peace of mind, and I should be treated preferentially." ”

When the kneeling leader heard this, his mind was extremely complicated.

Some feel lucky, and some are unwilling, but at this time, ...... They fell to the ground and continued to shout: "Hurray! ”

"The heavens are above today, and someone is coming...... Take the meat. ”

The 'Emperor' shouted.

After hearing this, the eunuchs at the foot of the stairs prepared the leg of mutton that had already been cooked and went to the altar.

The 'Emperor' tore off a slice of mutton from his plate and put it in his mouth. Then the meat was given to the princes.

Everything seems ...... It seems to be going well.

Could it be ...... There is no one who is trying to do wrong.

Fang Jifan, who was standing behind him, had a complicated mind.

But...... Watching Wang Shouren eat mutton, Fang Jifan realized that he was a little hungry.

In other words, this rule of giving meat, who came up with it, is very suitable for the situation, followed by the son of the Han Dynasty, if you have meat to eat, I will ask you if it is fragrant.

The leaders tore the mutton from their plates and feasted on it in their mouths.

The people ate the mutton given by the 'Emperor'.

The 'Emperor' said, "Sacrifice to the heavens." ”

His voice fell, and a leader said: "Your Majesty the Emperor, your subordinates are abrupt, and you want to offer a treasure to show your courtiers' sincerity to Your Majesty." ”

The ceremonial officer was stunned, obviously there was no such procedure.

The 'Emperor' was amused: "Oh, I don't know what kind of treasure it is, come, take a look at me." ”

Suddenly overjoyed, got up, stepped forward, took out a sheepskin bag from his arms, shook the sheepskin wrapped thing, opened it, and immediately ...... A sharp blade in hand!

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The third watch will be delivered immediately, asking for a monthly pass.