Of course there is a reason for what Humphrey said. He only informed the Xiongnu kings about the time of this hunting trip. However, he was assassinated on the day of the hunting trip. Someone is instructing!
He single-handedly promoted Dadanghu Dagu and Yi Jinhuo, so he ordered Dagu to investigate the case. But after a few days, Dagu searched for the source of the evidence and found nothing.
Zai Shi is indeed thoughtful in his work. The knives, bows and arrows used by Xiu Shen are all Han army standards. They are widely circulated in the black market and cannot be traced at all. And the two rare crossbows were bought with a lot of money in Hebei. What do you think? Go to Hebei for verification? We can only let it go.
Yu Fuluo was almost furious. He immediately summoned Liu Xuan and asked, "The weapons used in the stabbings have been found to be Han people's. Could it be that there was someone behind the scenes from Nanfeng?" Nanfeng refers to the imperial court.
Liu Xuan actually had this suspicion, but he didn't want to see the two sides fighting with each other, so he replied: "Now Master Chen has resigned and is living in seclusion, and General Liu has proposed troops to go out for annexation. Such a big event must be planned and directed by himself behind the scenes, and the south is He has the intention but is unable to do anything, my brother is too worried."
Yu Fuluo relaxed a little. He obviously agreed with this statement, so he thought about it again and concluded: "In this way, those who can do this are all in Yanmen. The other small tribes in Dingxiang are not worth mentioning, but Shangjun Tu The tribes of Tiefu are blocked by the white waves and are unable to do anything. I can catch every move of the kings of Meiji day and night, so there is nothing to worry about. Only Yanmen Mountain is high and the road is far away, so there may be some omissions."
The figures of Huchuquan and Yuledu appeared in front of his eyes, and the situation suddenly became clear. He turned to Liu Xuan and sneered: "Yuledu lost his army and generals a month ago. At this time, it is particularly useless to appease the people. I can only sit in Guangwu. It seems that the only one who can do this is Hu Chuquan."
Hearing this, Liu Xuan was restless. He only advised: "Brother, you can't make assumptions about life and death. You should have real evidence. It would be arbitrary to infer that the second brother's assassination was based on this. If you want to use this to prove the official punishment for killing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to serve." Everyone."
Yuvluo waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother, don't stick to Sinology. We and other Xiongnu men are born with swords, and our bodies are like bows and arrows. We go to the battlefield in person in one day. Only bloody battles can determine right and wrong. Now that Huchuquan has taken action , how can I just sit there and wait to die?"
The new Chanyu was true to his word, but he did not act immediately. He just acted like he was being assassinated every day. He stayed deep in the king's tent and was surrounded by hundreds of knights in military uniforms. Da Dang Hu Da Gu was making a big show in various ministries. His soldiers were chasing crossbows in the markets of various cities while extorting money. After the storm swept through, many tribesmen had no winter clothes left to keep out the cold.
Until the end of the year, the princes of various tribes set off from the tribe one after another. They wore wolf velvet hats, sable military uniforms, sacrificial silver knives on their waists, and rode eight-foot-tall brown horses. The saddles were engraved with patterns of wolves and deer chasing each other, making them look very majestic. The kings' entourage brought a calf weighing one hundred and fifty pounds. It was the first time that the calves were so far away from their cows, and they moaned and shed tears as big as soybeans on the road.
On the morning of the 29th, Liu Xuan tossed and turned in his room. Before the rooster crowed at three o'clock, he turned over and got out of bed. He sat down on the desk and was in a daze. His fingers unconsciously groped for the braided rope between the bamboo slips. It took him a long time to feel that there was something wrong with him. The clothes and quilt were thin, and the toes and fingers were red from the cold December wind.
Standing up, Liu Xuan couldn't help rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. He called his slaves to light the fire in the room to keep warm. The old slave brought firewood and thatch and struck it with flint several times. The flame finally burst into smoke, exhaling a smell of ashes and water vapor. Liu Xuan sat aside hurriedly, and suddenly saw a Liubo chessboard at his feet. With a thought, he took out the six gambling chopsticks, held them in his hands, closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart: "If you throw six points, today will be the day of the game." Nothing happened.”
Liu Xuan threw the chopsticks in his hands together and saw how many chopsticks had round faces. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. Unwilling to give in, he put away the chopsticks again, and then continued to throw dozens of them. The roosters outside the house were singing, and the figures inside the house were fading. Liu Xuan failed to throw six round noodles. The logs gradually turned red, the charcoal smoke rose, and the warmth finally made him drowsy. In the haze, Liu Xuan gradually fell asleep with disappointment.
When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight, and his servant reported that King Zuo Xian was waiting at the door on horseback and asked him when he would go out to participate in the ceremony of worshiping the heaven. He replied: Wait until I put on the sacrificial robes. He was still wearing Han people's regular clothes, a deep silk coat with a right gusset, and he looked like a Confucian scholar, but today was the Xiongnu's annual ceremony to worship the heavens, so he had to put on a three-layer silk moire inner robe and a tanned ankle-length robe. A fox fur and a pair of wolf skin boots.
When he took the horse and walked out of the door, he saw Liu Bao squatting in front of the door, watching several followers feeding his mount. He turned around and saw Liu Xuan rubbing the sleeves of his military uniform. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Uncle, aren't you used to military uniforms too?" ?" When Liu Xuan saw this clan nephew who was only two years younger than him, he remembered Yu Fuluo's words and sighed: "The towering green mountains and the green grass are the place where you and I were born and raised. How dare we not get used to it? "
So the two of them, together with the guards, rode towards the altar in the east of the city. On the way, Liu Bao said to Liu Xuan: "Third Uncle, I dreamed of a strange thing last night. I want to ask Third Uncle for advice." "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that the sky was blood red. I was walking by a river, and I saw two cyan eagles fighting for a white fish on the water's edge. One eagle fought for the fish, but its neck was scratched, and it looked like it was dead."
"Another eagle gets the white fish to go away?" When Liu Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but stand on his horse and look sideways, and asked Liu Bao.
But Liu Bao shook his head and refused, and continued: "The white fish slapped the eagle's beak with its tail. The green eagle couldn't bite it for a moment, so it let the fish jump into the water. The green eagle couldn't catch up with the fish, and was entangled in the bamboo claws by the water plants. It happened to be The heavy rain swelled the water, and the green eagle drowned by the water!"
Liu Xuan thought about it and said: "Two eagles fighting for fish is confusing, but blood is the main evil, and it is definitely not a good thing for two eagles to die together. You and I should pay more attention to it recently."
The two of them talked and walked all the way to the Temple of Heaven.
The Temple of Heaven is built of white stone, with a radius of ten feet, and is engraved with the sun disk, white deer, crouching tiger, floating clouds, and so on. The Xiongnu kings climbed up to the Temple of Heaven one by one and looked at the endless plains, the earth and the sky. At this time, the winter seemed to be covered by yellow jade veils in layers of clouds. The sky was desolate, filling the arms of the kings with mountains and mist, and the coldness came naturally.
Then three wizards who were over seventy years old jumped out. They all had disheveled hair, wore owl feather crowns with psychic powers, and had a horizontal line drawn with ox blood on their noses. One person holds a scarlet apricot wood staff, lights the sacrificial fire in the center of the altar, and then performs a whirling dance; one person holds ice water and sprinkles it on the faces of the kings, intending to express gratitude to heaven and earth; one person steps down from the Temple of Heaven and circles the altar. Pour in the eagle bone meal.
Then all the kings descended from the altar of heaven, slaughtered the calves they had brought with them with silver knives in front of the altar, cut off the tenderest piece of shoulder and neck meat, and offered it to the sacrificial fire. Shanyu walked in the front, and after offering the sacrifices, he stood on the side of the sacrificial fire, waiting for the kings to offer sacrifices.
Following Shanyu in offering sacrifices were the four-cornered kings, namely Liu Bao, the Xian king of the left, Huchuquan, the Xian king of the right, Mo Yue, the king of Guli on the left, and Outuoquan, the king of Guli on the right. The six-cornered king follows the four-cornered king and waits for the four-cornered king to complete the sacrifice ceremony.
Liu Xuan held the cut piece of meat in his hand, feeling quite terrified. He could clearly feel the piece of meat squirming in his hand and bleeding with fresh blood. He could only raise his head and look towards the center of the altar, trying not to think about the touch in his hands.
He saw that Liu Bao had just finished offering sacrifices and it was his second brother's turn to call Chu Chuquan. Huchuquan had not yet performed the sacrifice, and the Shanyu on one side tried in vain. He pushed Huchuquan into the sacrificial fire with his right hand. When he exhaled a white breath, he took out the silver knife for slaughtering the calf from his waist with his left hand and stabbed it. Into between brother's collarbones.
King Youxian tried his best to make a knife-like gesture, but Shan Yu kicked him away. Shanyu pulled out the red sacrificial knife and stepped on his brother's head hard. The skin, flesh and hair were crushed into the flames, and an unpleasant smell of burning came out of the scene. Liu Xuan only saw his second brother struggling violently like a fish on the shore for a moment under the altar, and then he died completely.
Shanyu took his brother's body out of the fire, publicly announced King Youxian's plot to assassinate Shanyu, and presented evidence, which was a pile of Chinese-style knives, bows and arrows circulating from unknown sources, and He ordered the kings to be questioned: Many of the kings have failed to pay their tributes. Are they disobedient? Anyone who disobeys Shanyu's edict will be punished like Huchuquan.
All the kings at the scene were shocked and fell to their knees one after another. They took off their robes and exposed their flesh to apologize to the Shanyu, promising that they would make up for the tribute in the coming year. Yufuluo waved his hand to forgive his sin, and ordered Dadanghu Dagu to chop the body of Youxian King Yufuluo into several pieces in public, and throw the remains into the fire.
The red flames in the sacrificial fire turned into cold, bone-white flames, and emitted a disgusting burnt smell. This scene was deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. Many people talked privately: Brothers killing each other was a vulgar custom two hundred years ago. Now that the Chanyu kills King Youxian, even God can't bear to look at it, so he sent down white flames as a warning.
Chen Chong still doesn't know this. One year old is coming soon, but he lives in seclusion in a foreign land. No matter how much he thinks he doesn't miss his hometown, he can't help but feel homesick.
When he was young, his uncle Chen Ji took his family members to travel among the various tribes in Yingchuan, sending rice and greetings to each other. His grandfather Chen Shi took him north along the Xun River to the Zichan Temple in Xingshan. At the beginning of the year, the villagers worshiped his son in front of the temple. The wooden sill of the temple door is as polished as a pillar, and the temple seems to be full of people coming and going.
Seeing this scene, Chen Chong couldn't help but curiously asked Chen Shi: "When did Zichan come from? Can he make the people feel so nostalgic?" Chen Chong was only four years old at the time. Chen Shi smiled and said: "Zichan was the Prime Minister of Zheng during the Spring and Autumn Period, and he was the top official. A remarkable figure, Confucius regarded him as a 'legacy from ancient times'."
After hearing this, Chen Chong said: "I heard that he is not as good as Guan Zhong." This means that he is definitely not as good as Guan Zhong. Chen Shi laughed when he heard this, and then patted the top of Chen Chong's hair. A layer of sacred light appeared on his face. He said: "Nature is not like a tube, but everyone has his destiny, and God has his own time. Ting Jian, you just need to remember Zichan There is a saying: The road to heaven is far away, but the road to humanity is short and out of reach."
Recalling this, Chen Chong suddenly became interested and asked Guan Yu to invite him: "Yun Chang, you have some free time at the end of the year. How about traveling far away with me?"
