The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 299 He is here (1)
Yeluqi glared at her angrily: "You are so brave!"

Bai Lijing looked at him without fear: "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world, I don't regret dying, the marshal can strangle me with one hand! I'm just not reconciled, my brothers and sisters died at the hands of barbarians like beasts, You only care about burning, killing and looting, never thinking about long-term peace, your tribe will always be barbaric and ignorant."

From the beginning to the end, Yeluqi's angry eagle eyes contained a kind of expectation, followed by growing disappointment. Instead of strangling Bailijing to death, he turned around, picked up the golden pot and poured himself a glass of wine, looking up. Head to drink.

"Hahaha, those who win the hearts of the people win the world... I have always thought about this saying of the Central Plains people, and I have always taught my soldiers not to trample on the homeland of the Dongxing people. If we want to survive in a place for a long time, the only way is to live with They coexist peacefully. However, peaceful coexistence takes time, and my generals also need time. They are used to being barbaric in the desert. Burning, killing and looting are normal. It is impossible for them to suddenly become gentle and take good care of Dongxing people. Yes. But after a long time, they will definitely get better." Yeluqi said in an idealistic tone, even a hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Recovery?" Bailijing poured cold water on him fiercely, "Maybe the marshal has never seen it with his own eyes, and the towns and villages that were ravaged by your generals will not recover even after ten or fifty years. , the rest are unarmed old people and children, rations were taken away, houses were burned down, women were raped, and such trauma has been passed down from generation to generation. Do you think they will forget it after a long time? Or is the marshal too naive, thinking that war and massacre are like scratching an itch, once it stops, it will be healed? No trace will be left? After all, people's hearts are fleshy..."

Bailijing recalled what she saw along the way, her eyes filled with tears, and unexpectedly found that Yeluqi was silent.

"Is the public's grievance already so serious?" Yelu Qi murmured.

Before continuing the conversation, there was a commotion outside the tent, and Yeluqi asked loudly, "Why are you panicking?"

"Back to the Marshal, Nan Khan is back. I heard that the guards of Bei Khan stabbed his beauty to death during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. They drew their swords to face each other, and the two fought, and the woman died under Nan Khan's sword." Someone outside reported.

Bailijing sat up in astonishment, looked at Yeluqi coldly and said, "Is this what the marshal expected? Another of my sisters died in vain, just because your Khan was jealous..."

There was deep hatred in her eyes, Yeluqi turned her head away, put down the golden cup in her hand, sighed and walked out of the big tent quickly: "Take me to see!"

The big tent became empty again, Baili Jing's breath was stuck in her heart all the time, she couldn't get up and down, if she was taken away by Beihan instead of entering Yeluqi's big tent, maybe she would be the one who died.Should she be glad that she is still alive at this time, or should she seek justice for the poor woman who is suffering together?
No, what she thought was that the Khans of the Turkic North and the South were so discordant that it had come to the surface. They were not just jealous, but simply because of a woman. As the leaders of the Turks, they represented them. Neither the subjects nor the army is willing to suffer and lose face.

Yeluqi was the only intermediary, and tried his best to bring together the northern and southern tribes.If there is any way to make both the northern and southern Khans lose their trust in Yeluqi, and the conflict between the two sides will intensify, then the Turkic tribe will disintegrate from within, and the scattered army will definitely be vulnerable...

"Damn southern barbarian woman!"

Bailijing was still thinking about it, and Princess Yinyue rushed in, lashing Bailijing's body with the soft whip in her hand.

Baili Jing trembled in pain, the whip was always the only one for her to whip others!

"It's all your fault for bewildering my royal father! It's all your fault for making brother Qi unhappy!" Yinyue hit harder and harder, Bai Lijing suddenly grabbed the whip and shouted: "Enough!"

Yinyue looked at the half of the whip in her hand in disbelief, and said, "How dare you resist? Damn Nanman woman! You are so brave!"

Bai Lijing stared at her and sneered, "Have you heard the cries of those women in the tent in the southeast corner? If one day you Turks suffer a crushing defeat, you and your sisters will suffer the same fate as them. Whipping is not a bad thing." Little one, how many filthy men have defiled your body, making you cry out for death! You are so vicious at such a young age, what do we owe you? Huh?!"

Yinyue was forced to take a step back by her questioning, regained her senses and pointed at her with a whip: "You don't owe me anything! But you are the barbarians! My father said that the barbarians should be killed! We We want to take away your sheep, horses, rice, silk, gold and silver, and even take away large tracts of land to serve as our pastures! Blessed by the Longevity God, the whole world should belong to Turkic people! Only Turkic people deserve to live in this world!"

What a Turkic talent deserves to live in this world.Bailijing could only laugh.

Seeing this, Yinyue raised her head triumphantly: "Nanman woman, don't try to scare me, I'll take you to the cell to see the Turkic prey right now!" As she spoke, she grabbed Bailijing's arm and dragged her. Followed her to go outside the big tent.

Bailijing was dragged by Yinyue all the way, and went straight to the northwest corner of the camp. Her heart was beating fast. She knew exactly what the so-called Turkic prey was... The Turkic tents were almost the same. Remember that the distribution here is more complicated than in the Daxing Palace...

Seeing her suddenly quiet down and not speaking, Yinyue turned her head and looked at her mockingly: "What? Are you scared? You're too scared to even speak? You'll be scared later!"

At this time, she had already arrived at a large tent, Yinyue opened the curtain and pushed Bailijing in, humming: "Look for yourself. This is what happens when you fight against the Turkic people."

This is a tent specially set up for the detention of prisoners.

Bai Lijing saw Situ He.

He was hung in a big tent with his hands bound, his feet barely able to touch the ground, his hair was disheveled and scattered over his face, covering half of his face, he was wearing a white shirt from the Central Plains, but the white was covered with blood. Covered with dirt, the blood on the welts is still fresh, and it is obvious that it has been abused not long ago.

Bailijing's nose soured violently, she opened her mouth, but suppressed her voice, calling out silently, Heh.

He didn't hear and didn't respond.In other words, he couldn't hear it because he lowered his head and was completely indifferent to their arrival. This is by no means a normal person's reaction, and Yinyue said that he would yell at her...

As if showing off, Yinyue walked up to Situ He, kicked him on the leg with her riding boots, and smiled at Bai Lijing: "I tell you, this is the general of your Dongxing country, his His temper is really tough, he was trapped in Dingxiang Pass, he was starving to death, and killed many of our Turkic warriors, I heard that he is the nephew of 'Blood Raksha' Situ Shan, the Turkic people wanted to peel off his body when they saw him. Pi. Then we caught him, gave him good food and drink, treated him like a guest, but he almost hurt my father. Later, he was locked up here, and people came to interrogate him every day , asked him to tell the secrets of the important military sites in Dongxing and Northwest, and draw a topographical map of the checkpoints, but he refused to cooperate. He was hung up and beaten for a full month, but he refused to reveal a word like a mute. We The Turkic people admire such warriors, but they also hate this kind of tough temper that doesn't know how to praise!"

(End of this chapter)