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Chapter 950

Perhaps, Qianyang Zhenren's question is not that he needs to answer it himself, but just to ask himself this question to wake himself up.

Yes, if you want to talk about meritorious service, let alone yourself, even if it is the second brother Tukun, he can't beat the eldest brother Hassan. The eldest brother Hassan's temper is violent, which is his biggest shortcoming, and Rahan is very disdainful, thinking that he is so smart, but now he looks back and thinks about it.

The eldest brother Hassan does have shortcomings, but the problem is that in the Khu, the most meritorious nomadic circle, he is extremely respected, at least in the eyes of the hot-blooded young Khu, his eldest brother is the best successor to the Khan of Khu.

On the contrary, on his side, most of them are the old courtiers beside his father Khan, if the second brother Tukun really lost the qualification to inherit the Khan because of the evidence provided by Qianyang Zhenren, then at that time, what he has to face is this eldest brother who is extremely prestigious in the Khithu military and is also very authoritative among the younger generation of Khu.

Thinking of this, Rahan's brows couldn't help but lock tightly together, yes, every contender for the Khan position is not good at matching, whether it is the second brother who is good at intrigue and trickery, or the eldest brother who likes to fight each other, if he really wants to deal with anyone, it will not be easy.

If it weren't for the arrival of Qianyang Zhenren, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, I am afraid that at this moment, in addition to jumping every day, I can only watch my second brother Tukun get more and more trust and attention from his father Khan.

However, the words of Qianyang Zhenren made Rahan still fidget and pacing after returning to his royal tent after the banquet.

The news that leaked out of Qianyang Zhenren's mouth alone has at least proved that the fate of the second brother Tukun has been in his hands. But he also has a very strong opponent, that is, the eldest son of his father Khan, his eldest brother Hassan.

After the second brother Tukun will no longer be an obstacle to his own path to the position of Khan, the existence of the eldest brother Hassan seems so glaring and annoying, but after careful consideration, Rahan has to admit that the eldest brother Hassan is indeed the most powerful contender who can compete with himself for the position of Khan.

For the support of the Khu military, and in the minds of the young Khu, the heroic and cruel eldest brother Hassan is their hero. Compared with the eldest brother who has been on the battlefield for more than ten years, he has just turned twenty now, and because of his mother's doting and his father's favor, he has never been able to go to the battlefield in person, and he can almost be marked with a standard zero egg in this feat.

And now, although Father Khan's body has passed through Duan Shaojun's miracle doctor from the Tang Dynasty, the treatment of the current Yunzhou Thorn History has been able to save his life. But it's an undeniable fact that the body is getting worse.

Now, the eldest brother Hassanye, who had been fighting against the many barbarian tribes who were unwilling to submit to the rule of the Khuhu court in the northern frontier, had returned to the royal court, and with him tens of thousands of elite cavalry, and loyal to the eldest brother Hassan.

If there was any accident if Father Khan was during this time...... Thinking of the tens of thousands of elite cavalry under the command of his eldest brother Hassan, who had fought against the barbarians in the north for many years, Rahan became more and more restless.

His own strength is actually not strong, and it can even be said that he is the weakest among the three adult princes, because he is too close to the royal court, so he naturally can't have too strong strength.

Although many of the officials under Father Khan have quietly taken refuge in him, Father Khan has always firmly held the 100,000 elite iron horsemen hanging on the Golden Horde, which is the capital that Father Khan was able to dominate the grassland, so that the major clans of Qihu did not dare to make any changes.

And if his father Khan died suddenly, Rahan really didn't dare to guarantee that all of these 100,000 elite iron horsemen would serve him. Because, his brother's prestige in the military is too high.

Sitting in the king's tent with only himself, Rahan narrowed his eyes dangerously and muttered in a low voice. "Right now, or just an excellent opportunity, an extremely rare opportunity, can make the opponents in front of me fall one by one, and no longer pose a threat to this king......"

However, if he wants to do this, the risk he takes is also extremely huge, and it is precisely for this reason that Rahan does not even dare to tell his henchmen about this idea, and only dares to quietly calculate the benefits and disadvantages of it, because this matter is too big.

If you are a little careless, or only someone accidentally leaks a little bit out, you will be known by your father Khan or your eldest brother Hassan, even if you will not die without a place to be buried, you will definitely no longer be able to enjoy the current power, I am afraid that when the time comes, your own fate may be even more miserable than the fate of those uncles who were exiled after failing to compete with your father Khan for the position of Khan.

However, he has clearly seen such a wonderful opportunity now, can he just watch him slip away, and wait until the future, after the death of his father Khan, the eldest brother Hassan will regret it when he ascends to the throne of Khan with the support of the military?

Rahan couldn't help but clench his fists viciously, he didn't want to, absolutely not want to see the stupid and irritable eldest brother Hassan, who had looked down on him since he was a child, ascend to the throne of Khan.

Thinking that he had a poor physique since he was a child, and he felt difficult to even get on the horse after wearing heavy armor, for this reason, I don't know how many times he was ridiculed and teased by his eldest brother Hassan, Rahan's eyes were about to drip blood.

"Hassan, this king will definitely not let you get your wish, this king is weak and sick, and you have been ridiculed for so many years, but in the future, you can only kneel at my feet, and you are not even qualified to kiss my boots, I want you to know that this king is the best successor of my father Khan, and you can't have any chance at all!" The angry and vicious roar of Rahan echoed through the king's tent, like the wail of a desperate hungry beast.

No one noticed that in a shadow on the top of the king's tent, a figure that was almost indistinguishable with the naked eye shook slightly, revealing an indistinguishable face, only the silver eyebrows, which looked so eye-catching.

With the flick of his arms, the whole person floated away like a night owl patrolling the dark night, and disappeared into the silent night without a trace. And a group of Qihu generals who happened to patrol near the king's tent sighed lightly, rubbed his eyes, and looked up, all he could see was the infinite darkness of the night, and the faint light of the camp tent in the distance.

It seems that he must be too nervous or too sensitive, the Khuhu general shook his head with a lost smile, and continued to move slowly with the mount under him, leading a long line of elite cavalry behind him to continue to patrol the surroundings of the king's tent, vigilantly examining all suspicious targets, and absolutely not allowing anyone to interfere with the rest of His Royal Highness Rahan.

And in a camp tent about two hundred steps away from Lahan's golden tent, Qianyang Zhenren was squinting his eyes, stroking three long wisps of beard, and his mouth was crooked, not knowing what Taoist scriptures were reciting, and when the corner of the camp tent swayed gently, as if it had been lightly blown by the breeze, there was a sudden figure in the tent lit by butter candles.

Qianyang Zhenren slowly opened his eyes consciously, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but show a faint smile on his face. "Uncle, you can count it back......"

Xuan Zhendao raised his eyebrows, and then sat down in front of the copper pot stove in the camp tent and baked his hands, complaining. "His Buddha's, why is the autumn on this grassland so cold, it's all about to freeze the Taoist master to death, I said Master Nephew, why don't you get me a pot of wine to warm up?"

The smile on Qianyang Zhenren's face froze directly on his face, and he smiled helplessly for a long time. "Uncle, you are also an outsider, it's better to have less meaty things, here's a pot of milk tea I just brewed, Uncle Shi, you can drink some to warm your body and bones......"

"Milk tea, alas, forget it, milk tea is milk tea, it's better than nothing to drink." Xuan Zhen Dao Chang took the teacup held by Qianyang Zhenren and took a big sip, slightly hot, but it was not so hot that people grinned, after entering the throat, he could feel a warm current down the throat and straight into the abdomen, which finally made Xuan Zhen Dao Chang feel better.

"That uncle, how did His Highness Lahan behave after returning to the account, did you find anything?" Seeing that Uncle Shi's expression finally seemed a little normal, Qianyang Zhenren asked.