Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 136 I Bet He Will Come Back Before Sunset

An hour later.

At the gate of the border town, a gorgeous carriage drove out slowly.

Meng Tian took several adjutants and generals straight to the outside of the city gate, and watched the carriage enter the depths of the grassland.

"General, the thirteenth son dared to go deep with only a few people, isn't that a bit too courageous?"

One of the adjutants frowned slightly, his face full of worry.

If the thirteenth son's trip is safe, then it's nothing.

If he is afraid, he will be in danger as soon as he enters the land of the Huns.

If the thirteenth son really died in this city, everyone would inevitably be implicated.

What's even more strange is that at the banquet just now, Meng Tian kept proposing to send elite cavalry to escort him, but the thirteenth son flatly refused.

I just want to ask if there are any beauty masters...

For a moment, everyone was confused, no matter what, they couldn't figure out why they had to enter the dangerous place alone?
"It must have something to do with that."

Meng Tian frowned slightly, then sneered and shook his head slowly.

Among the civil servants and military generals in Xianyang Palace, who doesn't know that the Thirteenth Prince is a top-notch waste.

But how could His Majesty send a trash to look for it?

Moreover.

The top masters I sent out have not found any clues about the young master Fusu so far.

Just rely on Ying Zige?
He sighed, and the sneer on his face was filled with deep contempt.

"Don't worry about him. He doesn't know how dangerous this land is. Maybe he will return in a day or two. And he's scared to death."

Meng Tian laughed out loud.

Those adjutants and generals also raised their heads and laughed loudly.

"Yes, he thought this was Xianyang? In Xianyang, everyone respects him as a son, so naturally no one dares to provoke them. This is a wild place, and he will soon know the danger here."

"Maybe, it won't be long before he will come here with a shit. I really want to see the expression on his face."

"I hope so. He didn't die here. Although this matter has nothing to do with us, His Majesty will definitely blame us for our lack of protection."

"Don't worry, do you really think he will go deep? He must just hang around for a while, and then he will return to Xianyang to do business."

There was a lot of discussion.

Then even put the hanging heart in the stomach.

Although the thirteenth son is a waste, he has been favored by His Majesty recently. It can be said that he is currently His Majesty's favorite son.

If he was really injured here, or died here, it is really difficult for everyone to explain.

But fortunately.

The thirteenth son has long been notorious.

Who doesn't know that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, lazy and delicious?
How could it be possible to really take risks on this grassland?
Maybe if you leave this morning, you will return before noon.

Listening to this, Meng Tian also smiled happily.

The hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

The young master Fusu disappeared here, and he has not been found so far, which has already made him a little devastated.

Now there is another thirteenth son.

Fortunately, the thirteenth son is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he will never allow himself to be in danger.

Maybe he will return soon after seeing some of the murderous traces of the Huns on the way.

As long as the thirteenth son is safe, then His Majesty has no reason to punish himself.

Having said this, he let out a light breath.

"Wang Qiang, Zhao Ben. The two of you bring people here, ready to welcome you. As soon as the thirteenth son comes back, let me know immediately."

Meng Tian pulled his horse back.

Leaving two confidantes waiting here.

He was confident that Ying Zige would soon appear here with an ashen face.

Wang Qiang and Zhao Ben stood guard at the gate of the border city with mocking expressions on their faces.

From time to time, their eyes would look over the long grass to the skyline, waiting for the appearance of the thirteen young masters.

Time flies.

Soon it was noon.

The two people who were originally in good spirits were all squatting on the edge of the city wall at this moment, their faces were tired, and they kept dozing off.

"The thirteenth son has not come back yet? This is a bit strange."

"I think he is afraid that he will lose face if he comes back earlier. Maybe he is hiding nearby and will not show up until dark?"

"Tmd! We have to wait until dark?!" Wang Qiang was suddenly angry.

The waste must be admitted, and the beating must stand at attention.

You want to save face, but we have to suffer.

"Be careful with your heads! Didn't I just say that they are probably around now, if you heard what you said just now, ten of your heads might be gone!"

Zhao Ben next to him stared and hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

"Huh?" Wang Qiang's complexion changed, and he nodded hastily and cautiously.

The two continued to wait.

soon.

It was evening.

The wind has been a little cool.

But the carriage they had been waiting for for a long time still did not appear.

The two looked at each other and frowned slightly.

Could it be that the thirteenth son has encountered an accident?

In other words, they were determined to go to the land of the Huns, and even the horrible situations on the way didn't stop them?
"I don't think they're coming back. Tell the general quickly."

Zhao Ben's face was particularly cautious, and then he led Wang Qiang into the city quickly.

now.

They have been waiting for the carriage for a day, have traveled more than 30 miles, and finally reached the land of the Huns.

……

It was dark.

In a small Hu tribe, a young man in white stood on a high hill with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Daqin.

Young Master Fusu frowned slightly, with a preoccupied look on his face.

Just after entering the land of the Huns, Su Tong placed him in this small tribe.

Every day, there is nothing else to do except eat and sleep.

It has been more than half a month since Su Tong left.

The so-called plan seems to have made no progress at all.

"If things go on like this, maybe my father will soon forget me. Even if I go back in the end, I'm afraid everything is irreparable."

The young master Fusu frowned more and more, and suddenly a mean smile appeared in his mind.

Ying Zige!
When mentioning the old thirteen, his pupils could not help shrinking for a while.

I am the eldest son of my father, and I should be the one who ultimately holds the power.

but.

Ever since Ying Zige became active, Father Huang seemed to have devoted all his attention to him.

And myself, gradually being left out in the cold.

If he continues to disappear, maybe it won't be long before everything becomes irreparable.

He sighed softly, but the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Son."

A slow voice sounded behind him.

Young Master Fusu turned around hastily, and then smiled.

After a moment.

Among the long grass.

The two sat opposite each other.

The white flock of sheep around them, like a piece of white snow, kept shaking beside them.

There was a gentle smile on Su Tong's face.

"Mr. Su, is there any news from Xianyang?"

Young Master Fusu asked in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)