Talk?
Li Mingda talked to herself, and Concubine Yang couldn't help but frown. She knew that there was probably nothing good going on in talking to her, and she must have found out something else.
Whether it's about myself or Li Ke, it's not good news.
Although she had handed over the remaining power of the Spirit Snake Guard in her hand, there were still some secrets she had not revealed, which were the basis for the future comeback of the Yang family and Li Ke's heirs.
Li Ke saw that his mother's expression was a little unnatural. Knowing that his mother must have done something behind her back, Li Ke stretched out his hand to support his mother, and then asked in a low voice: "Mom, are you doing this behind your back?" What arrangements have been made?”
Concubine Yang raised her head and glanced at her concerned son, then reached out and patted his hand: "The Taiji Palace was so tightly guarded, and the Spirit Snake Guard handed it over again, what was arranged there!"
Li Ke: "Then, mother, what are you worried about?"
Concubine Yang sighed and said to Li Ke: "There are some things you don't know. Don't ask or inquire. It's good for you."
Listening to his mother's words, Li Ke knew that it seemed that his mother still had some power in her hands. Li Mingda caught the little tail of the good things that she didn't say out loud. However, according to his understanding of her from being in contact with Li Mingda for so many years, unless she provoked If you don't reach the other party, they won't pay attention to you.
Li Ke was still worried about what his mother had done, but as a son, it would be inconvenient for him to continue questioning if his mother didn't tell her.
He stayed in the imperial study room, greeted Li Lingjun who was on duty, and rubbed the little fat face of his little white child who was lying under the quilt.
"Hate"
Murong Xue turned over and continued to sleep
Li Mingda lay on the recliner and clicked on his system. He found that Tuyuhun had not yet entered into the topic, so he lay down helplessly and took a nap.
Outside the gathering of Tuyuhun Murong's sad tribe, the sound of hoofbeats and the roar of war horses continued.
Nearly 100,000 Xianbei cavalry came here one after another. They were wearing various armors, holding scimitars and long-haired bows and arrows in their hands. Under the leadership of their clan leader, they arrived at the designated positions in an orderly manner.
Directly in front of their foothold, a large high platform has been built. Murong Yanyi and Murong Youchou are communicating with a group of Murong family members and chiefs of other Xianbei tribes.
They have old friends they haven't seen for many years, and they also disliked each other many years ago. At this moment, they have seemingly put aside all the conflicts they had in the past and gathered together to prepare for something they had planned for a long time.
Overthrow the rule of the Tang Dynasty~!
In the eyes of discerning people, this kind of thing is nothing more than a dream. Even if Tubo is not destroyed, they have no chance, let alone now that Tubo is destroyed.
After the people arrived one after another, Murong Youchou communicated with several key personnel involved in the rebellion, and then announced that "the troops have begun to offer sacrifices."
A group of old priests from the Xianbei tribe came out
Watching the bongos tinkling and clanking around the campfire
While singing and dancing, he occasionally made bursts of noises on the corners.
He held a cow bone in his hand and threw it into the fire, waiting for the bone to crack when it was burned and then taking it out.
Then he looked at the cracks in the bones and continued to mutter something.
The leaders of a group of tribes stared at the bone nervously. The different lines on the bone represented the success or failure of the war after they raised their troops.
In order to prevent any discordant voices from appearing, Murong Youchou had already communicated with the conservative priests of his tribe before he started the army. No matter what the bone cracks were, he only said "We must win" and that was it. That's for them later.
The priest also knows that Mingzun Holy Cult has severely eroded tribal beliefs. There are fewer and fewer members of the conservative faith faction. His previously lofty status has now become extremely embarrassing. Sometimes he can always do some violations for his own people. Things about one’s own original beliefs.
Murong Angui asked his priest: "How is it? What hint did the god give us?"
The priest jumped up and down a few times, and then shouted: "The gods have sent down the oracle, this battle will be won, those who betray their faith will be punished, and the grassland will return to our hands in the future, aoligan"
Although he didn't know the meaning of the last voice of his sacrifice, Murong Youchou still shouted after him.
The next step was for Murong Youchou to hold the bones up to the high platform and give an impassioned speech to a circle of tribal leaders, which made Murong Yanyi burst into tears.
The army is about to start. The note in my hand has not been sent out yet. How can I get away with it after being defeated by the Tang cavalry later?
Heaven and earth, Ming Zun, help me~!
"Uncle, are you excited?"
A younger member of the Murong family looked at the expressive Murong Yanyi beside him.
Murong Yanyi nodded: "Yes, I am very excited."
He's almost crying, do you know?
well
_(:з ∠)_
dong dong dong
After the ceremony of raising troops was over, Murong Youchou then pulled Murong Yanyi out and walked to the stage
"People, this is our royal family, Mr. Murong Yanyi. Under the leadership of Mr. Murong Yanyi, we will resist the brutal rule of the Tang Dynasty, take back our grassland, and return to our glory and life. God bless us."
Murong Yanyi looked at the echoes from the audience with a dark face, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: You don't have much support from the people in your hands, yet you dare to raise an army to fight against the Tang Dynasty, even if you risk death Such.
Murong Youchou also had an embarrassed look on his face. He turned back and stared at the leaders of the tribes behind him: "What is going on with you?"
All the tribal leaders who had the same idea as Murong Anyouchou also pointed angrily at the leaders of the tribes around them who were not very responsive.
"What's going on with you?"
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Explain it to us?"
The leaders of some tribes defended themselves in embarrassment.
"The Mingzun Holy Cult has many followers within the tribe, it would be great if we could recruit these."
"Nowadays, many tribesmen feel that life is better now than before, so it would be nice if they could be fooled."
"I didn't even tell them what happened when I brought them here, otherwise I might have been arrested by the tribe and sent to the government."
"Brother, be satisfied. After all, we have brought someone here. I heard that a big brother was kidnapped by his own family immediately after he told the truth. I thought he was crazy, and they fed him horse manure and potions. You don’t know how miserable it is”
Murong Youchou understood the meaning of the words of those tribal leaders. Except for you stupid people, most of the Xianbei people are very satisfied with their current life and do not want to make trouble with you. Many of these 100,000 people were deceived. Yes, there is no telling whether it will work.
Murong Anyou looked at the 100,000 cavalry in front of him angrily, but he knew that as long as they followed him to attack the Tang Dynasty, they would have no choice but to do so in the future.
He raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted loudly,
Murong Youchou heard the sound of hoofbeats from a large group of cavalry in the distance.
To be continued
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