Little Prince Muda's face suddenly turned ugly, and his guilty conscience turned into timidity.
It was indeed his own idea to come to make things difficult for these people and had nothing to do with King Khan. If King Khan found out, there would definitely be no good results.
Just as he was struggling to find an excuse to run away, he heard Zhan Qingyue say quietly: "Of course, I must be overthinking this. After all, the little prince Muda is a talented man, has a dignified appearance, is open-minded and aboveboard in his actions, and will definitely not do such a thing. Disgraceful things are coming.”
"In my opinion, little prince, you must have been taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives. Little prince, listen to the advice of the daughter of the people, those who understand the current affairs are heroes, but don't be carried away by the temporary joys, angers, sorrows and joys. Real wisdom lies in joy. Anger is invisible."
When Mu Da listened to Zhan Qingyue's remarks, some of the issues that had troubled him for a long time suddenly became clear.
No wonder he couldn't get King Khan to look at him even if he personally went to the battlefield. In his heart, he only wanted to be the eldest brother who succeeded King Khan!
After thinking about it, Mu Da showed a sincere smile on his face.
"You Central Plains people are really smart. Please come. Father Khan and Ahou Hou have been waiting for you for a long time."
With Mu Da leading the way, Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun quickly arrived at King Beihan's main tent.
As the saying goes, wine and meat in a wealthy family stink, and bones freeze to death on the road. This principle applies wherever you go.
From a long distance away, Zhan Qingyue heard people singing and dancing in the main tent, which was very unpleasant.
"Guests who have come from afar, please try our delicious bar in the grassland."
The King of Han, wearing a gold embroidered hat with a peaceful face, warmly invited Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun to drink.
Next to the King of Han sat a beautiful woman. A silver piece was hung on the woman's forehead to wipe her forehead. On her forehead, a goshawk was fluttering its wings.
Zhan Qingyue carefully observed everything in the main tent. After three rounds of drinking, the high-ranking King Khan and the Queen both vomited blood and fell on the table.
The entire main account suddenly became chaotic.
"broken!"
Zhan Qingyue murmured softly, her heart tightening.
Han Yiyun on the side quickly stretched out his hand to hold Zhan Qingyue down, preventing her from moving rashly.
At this time, a burly man sitting opposite Zhan Qingyue and the others slammed the table and shouted outside the tent: "Here comes someone! There are assassins. King Khan and Queen have been poisoned."
After he finished shouting, he strode to Zhan Qingyue's table with a sullen face.
As he got closer, Zhan Qingyue immediately smelled a pungent smell that penetrated his nostrils. There was a layer of black dirt on the tiger skin of the sturdy man in front of him, which was unsightly.
"Hmph!" The man puffed out hot air from his thick nostrils, pointed at Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun and said, "It was you two who poisoned me! You Central Plains people have bad hearts."
Zhan Qingyue raised her hands in the air: "Conscience of heaven and earth, we have never had close contact with the Khan and his wife since we entered the camp. You said we poisoned them, what evidence do you have?"
Han Yiyun pursed his lips and said seriously: "Right now, it's most important to save Prince Han and his wife, right?"
They delayed rescuing people and wanted to blame themselves and Yueyue. Such a clumsy method was full of flaws.
Han Yiyun and Zhan Qingyue looked at each other. Zhan Qingyue immediately understood what he meant. She stepped forward and rushed to the successor Khan: "Your Highness, I am a military doctor. Please let me take a look at the Khan and his wife!"
The prince's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly, and he was so troubled that he could not sit still.
"Brother, poisoning can be serious or minor. Make a decision quickly!" Mu Da urged.
"Okay, then please ask the doctor to diagnose and treat my sweaty skin and forehead as soon as possible."
Zhan Qingyue received the prince's permission and breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly walked to the King of Han, opened his eyelids and looked at him. Without saying a word, she swung down a few silver needles.
After sealing the movement of poison in the body, he took out an antidote pill from the space and fed it into it.
The queen was also treated in accordance with the law.
About half an hour later, the two of them woke up faintly, but their bodies were weak and they had to take care of themselves for a while.
From the moment the two men were poisoned, the whole main tent is not allowed in or out. If the people inside commit a crime, they will definitely not be able to escape.
Seeing that King Khan was in better spirits, Han Yiyun took the initiative to stand up and analyzed to everyone: "The wine vessels in the entire main tent are made of silver. Silver will change color when exposed to poison, so the poison was not put in the wine. The poison caused the disease." Speed is inseparable from wine."
King Han looked at the wine bottle on the desk with a sullen face and nodded in agreement.
Han Yiyun added: "The maid just brought this green square cake. This gentleman has been praising the deliciousness of the square cake, and the Khan King and his wife were poisoned not long after eating the square cake..."
He babbled some deductions, and the maid who had been serving the cake knelt down with a plop. There was a shining dagger under her tray.
King Khan's face was gloomy and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of outsiders, so he had to quickly ask someone to drag the maid away.
"Today is really unfortunate for our guests who have come from afar. This kind of thing happened and we haven't even said a word about our business. We can only discuss it another day. Please rest in the camp and rest before we talk."
When she returned to her tent, Zhan Qingyue's brows were so furrowed that they could kill a fly, her face was full of sorrow, her mouth was pursed tightly, and she was extremely annoyed.
"Brother Han, we have revealed our tricks now. They don't want to keep us, do they?"
Han Yiyun had already made plans for this. With a doting look on his face, he lifted up the hair that occupied Qingyue's forehead and gently tucked it behind his ears.
"Whether they stay or not, we have to leave. I'm worried that today I might have ruined some people's plans. I'm afraid our journey back to Yanbei will be in trouble."
The two of them reviewed today's events in their tents.
Sure enough, early the next morning, the King of Han invited Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun to stay in Beihan on generous terms.
One is a doctor with superb medical skills, and the other is a resourceful think tank. No matter who they are, they are rare talents for Beihan.
Especially doctors. Countless people die of illness in Beihan every year. If there are doctors with superb medical skills, how many people can survive if they carry forward their medical skills in Beihan.
"Dear King Khan, please forgive me for my difficulty in obeying my order."
After Zhan Qingyue rejected King Khan's invitation again, he hurriedly talked to Han Yiyun about the conditions for peace, and then left in a hurry.
"The Great Prince, you are the successor to King Khan. You must not be confused when the old King Khan is confused. Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun are rare talents. If you let them leave like this, wouldn't it be like letting the tiger return to the mountain? There will be endless troubles. How about..."
A middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face whispered into the eldest prince's ear. As he spoke, he made a motion of wiping his neck with his hand.
The eldest prince frowned and lowered his head and sighed: "They are rare talents. If they make a mistake, they will guess that we did it. The consequences will be endless. This cannot be violated."
The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and responded repeatedly.
Not wanting to occupy Qingyue and his team were about to reach Yan Valley, less than a hundred miles away from King Cheng's camp, but they encountered an ambush at this time.
