Chapter 225: A divided Turkic is a good Turkic!

"Big brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Little brother is dull and didn't quite understand..."

Yuwen Ze was stunned, confused, and looked at Chen Yan blankly.

What did he mean by ulterior motives?

Weren't they one more sincere than the other just now?

Moreover, his big brother's laugh was so strange!

"A Ze, let me ask you..."

Chen Yan let out a turbid breath, eased his emotions briefly, and said calmly: "Why do you think Moheduo was so eager to become sworn brothers with me?"

You must know that Moheduo is a Turkic Special Envoy, the son of the Great Khan. Although this Chen is now the Mirror Master, holding power...

But in terms of status, he is still quite a bit behind.

His move clearly belonged to lowering his status...

Especially for the Turks, who have a very heavy concept of hierarchy, there must be a demon if things are abnormal!

Yuwen Ze recalled Moheduo's previous words and asked tentatively: "Isn't it because he admires your courage and wisdom, big brother?"

"In the battle of Jingzhou, you beat him into submission..."

Only when he said the end, Yuwen Ze's voice became smaller and smaller, and his momentum became weaker and weaker...

Because thinking about it carefully, there were too many flaws in these words.

It couldn't be denied that his big brother's military tactics and personality charm were strong, but that was only one battle, and there was also the help of the southeast wind and the yellow sand falling from the sky...

According to normal logic, Moheduo should be unconvinced!

"You believe this ghost talk?"

Chen Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of depth, and said playfully: "He just wants to have an excuse to ask for more aid in the future..."

It looks like a sincere oath, but it's all calculation.

The purpose of his sworn brother wasn't just aid; Chen Yan just didn't continue to reveal it.

Of course, this Chen agreeing to become sworn brothers was also all calculation; it just depended on who could win in the end...

"Then why did you say just now that Moheduo must never be left alive in the future, big brother?" Yuwen Ze was lost in thought, seemed to have thought of something, and asked tentatively to confirm.

That sentence sounded like he had murderous intent. Yuwen Ze wanted to verify this judgment...

His big brother could never have made this decision for no reason!

Chen Yan, hearing this, smiled calmly, pulled Yuwen Ze toward the mansion, and asked while walking: "A Ze, don't you think this Turkic Special Envoy is very scary?"

He paused, then continued, "Indulging in women for so many days, yet still maintaining a clear mind, as well as accurate judgment and tricky calculations..."

"If such a character is allowed to sit firmly in the position of Turkic Great Khan, it will be a heart-and-belly trouble for our Great Zhou's northern border..."

"Moreover, it will be far more terrifying than Rouran!"

The twenty-eight-year-old beauty's body is like crisp, and the sword at the waist slashes the mortal.

Although no heads fall, secretly teaching the king's bone marrow to wither.

This poem by Lu Zu clearly explained what it meant for the word "lust" to be a knife on the head...

But that Moheduo didn't have any loss of ambition, and even had leisure to make plans, which was enough to see his resilience!

Such a character is too terrifying...

Once they join forces to destroy Rouran, they will turn around and become a formidable enemy!

Yuwen Ze realized the seriousness of it, took a deep breath, and asked immediately: "Then what do you plan to do, big brother?"

He knew his big brother; it was impossible for him to be someone who would raise a tiger to cause trouble...

Being able to know the danger so deeply, yet still choosing to become sworn brothers with Moheduo, he must have had a countermeasure!

Chen Yan's mouth curled into a ruthless arc, he looked up, smiled, and said: "After joining forces with the Turks to defeat Rouran, either find a way to poison him to death..."

"Or support his brother to take the throne, causing the Turks to split!"

Chen bit the two words heavily; it was to defeat, not to destroy...

What he wanted was for multiple forces to coexist on the northern border grasslands!

A half-dead Rouran is a good Rouran...

Similarly, a divided Turkic is a good Turkic!

Supplemented by the art of grassland balance, keeping the grasslands in a state of chaotic war, the northern border will be secure!

"But didn't you two swear to heaven to become brothers, big brother?"

Yuwen Ze, hearing the words "poison to death," couldn't help but think of the oath the two made when they became sworn brothers, and said very worriedly: "If you break it, what if it comes true..."

Heaven destroys and earth kills, die without a burial place!

Better safe than sorry.

Yuwen Ze didn't want to lose his big brother...

Chen Yan sized up his worried silly younger brother with great interest, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he laughed heartily: "First of all, your big brother doesn't believe in Heaven and Earth..."

"Secondly, I believe even less in the Eternal Blue Sky; they can't control me..."

As a young man of the new era born under the red flag and growing up in the spring breeze, Chen Yan was a firm atheist.

However, he didn't expect that one day he would also question the High King, understand the High King, and become the High King...

Swearing oaths is just like farting!

Yuwen Ze, hearing this, was stunned, never expecting that it could be played like this, and asked again: "What about big brother's mother's jade pendant?"

"My mother's relic, how could I carry it with me?"

Chen Yan shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly: "That seems to be a jade pendant raided from some house; Mingyue thought it looked good, so she made it an accessory for me..."

My mother's relic, can it be given to Moheduo?

That is this Chen's retreat...

If he commits any major mistake in the future, he still has to learn from Ulanara Yisou to count his sister's relics...

"A Ze has been taught!"

Yuwen Ze was like being enlightened, bowed to Chen Yan.

His big brother's operations were endless...

He had too many things to learn!

Three days later.

The black curtains hung down from the vermilion lacquer door lintel, wrapping the former carved beams and painted buildings of the Marquis Mansion into a plain white coffin.

The green stone steps were covered with coarse hemp paper money, which was rolled by the wind and hit the gilded copper nails, making a rustling sound.

White banners fluttered in the central courtyard, thirty-six plain candles flickered in the corridor, the candle tears condensed into frost, winding down the chiseled flower candlesticks, accumulating into pale scabs on the green bricks.

Servants in hemp clothes bowed their heads and came and went, the copper bells at their waists swaying lightly with their footsteps, startling the crows guarding the spirit at the eaves.

Deep in the mourning hall, the nanmu coffin was covered with gold-woven python satin, a jade pillow was pressed under the seven-layered brocade quilt, and the soul-guiding banner hanging at the eaves fluttered with the hall-piercing wind.

The sound of the xun came from the corridor, mixed with the curling green smoke from the incense burner, soaking the entire courtyard in sticky sorrow.

"A Gong!"

"My child!"

"Why did you leave your mother and go!"

"Which damned bastard harmed you!"

"Mother and Father will definitely avenge you!"

Yang Gong's biological mother, Lady Yang, leaned against the coffin and wept, heartbroken.

She had given birth to three eldest sons for Yang Qin, but the second and third died early, leaving only the eldest...

Now, the eldest son had also left her...

"Brother Yang, restrain your grief!"

Marquis of Pingyang Tao Zhui led his heir Tao Yunshi in, cupped his hands to Yang Qin, who was standing on the side feeling dejected.

"Hmm."

Yang Qin nodded in response.

"Have you found out the murderer who poisoned the nephew?" Tao Zhui sent Tao Yunshi to offer incense to Yang Gong, lowered his voice, and asked.

"Not yet..."

Yang Qin sighed, shook his head, and said, "That villain's methods are too brilliant!"

"Jingzhao Prefecture has made no progress..."

As he spoke, his peripheral vision glanced at Liu Bingzhong and others who had come to mourn in the mourning hall.

Not only Jingzhao Prefecture, Yang Qin had mobilized all the resources he could mobilize, but it was still the same, nothing gained.

It really was as if it were the work of ghosts and gods.

But he firmly believed that it must be a human disaster...

Just then, a report came from outside the mourning hall:

"Mirror Master Chen of the Mirror Department has arrived!"

"The Jin Prince Heir has arrived!"

Immediately after, two young men in black appeared in everyone's sight.

"Why did Chen Yan come too?" Gao Jiong on the side stared intently and whispered, "He wouldn't be here to kick us while we're down, would he?"

His eyes were full of hostility.

"Brother Chen actually came too?"

"He has a friendship with Yang Gong?"

Tao Yunshi, hearing this, looked back at Chen Yan, muttered in his heart, and guessed: "Could it be that he came to watch the show?"

He didn't remember that the two had any private friendship...

Especially since the camps of both sides were opposed.

"A Jiong, do not speak nonsense!"

Dugu Zhang's reaction was very quick, and he immediately interrupted Gao Jiong, saying sternly: "You must not have another conflict with him..."

"General Yang, restrain your grief!"

"A Ze and I have come to send Young Master Yang on his final journey!"

"General Yang, do not be overly sorrowful, you must take care of your health!"

Chen Yan came to Yang Qin and said.

Yuwen Ze followed on the side, also nodding and cupping his hands.

"You two have hearts!"

Yang Qin returned the salute, "Yang thanks you on behalf of A Gong!"

After some pleasantries, Chen Yan came to the coffin alone, swept over the woman leaning on it with red eyes, and finally his gaze fell on the corpse, muttering in his heart: "Yang Gong, reincarnate into a good family in your next life..."

"Never be surnamed Yang again, and never marry a Dugu girl..."

"Go well!"

Chen Yan had no guilt, only the relief of the boulder in his heart finally falling.

Regardless of whether it was the same person or the same dynasty, he had to die!

Chen Yan would not leave any hidden dangers for his future...

Steward Yang of the Marquis Mansion stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mirror Master Chen, my Grand General invites you and the Heir to the inner hall for a talk!" ===== CHAPTER 226 =====