An Jiu was full of questions but didn't know which one to ask first.
It was obvious that he had been staying with His Majesty, but he had personally carried people out of Anshan. He didn't even realize that the new emperor Ye Xichen, who wanted to die, had such abilities.
Even he believed in these magical things, let alone the Mongolian people.
Qi Yuan glanced at An Jiu's expression, smiled, and spread his hands. There were a few brown pills in his palm.
"It's just a little trick."
Qi Yuan threw the pills into the carriage and leaned on it.
An Jiu recalled that the eagle had indeed been staring at Qi Yuan's hand, and felt a little calmer.
"Do you want to join General Lin?"
Qi Yuan was in a daze as he adjusted his sleeves. After a while, he opened his mouth and looked at An Jiu.
"Do you think my uncle is obsessed with Daxuan, or is he obsessed with a peaceful and prosperous age with his participation?"
Qi Yuan did not answer An Jiu's question but instead asked about Wang Jinyao's ideal pursuit.
An Jiu suddenly raised his head and looked at Qi Yuan. As a secret guard trained by the Wang family since childhood, An Jiu certainly knew the Wang family's paranoia about the prosperous age.
Each one of them wants to be the Wang Huairen he once was, guiding Mingjun to push Daxuan into a new prosperous era and seek peace for the people.
So of course An Jiu knew the answer to this question, and obviously the new emperor also knew it.
An Jiu was surprised that Qi Yuan suddenly mentioned Wang Jinyao. Since Anshan's suicide, the new emperor has never mentioned anyone in the court, and he has not said a word about the Wang family.
Although Qi Yuan still looked sick and sick, An Jiu felt the boredom of the world from his carelessness.
Qi Yuan took out the jade pendant around his neck, took it off and rubbed it.
"An Jiu, if the person you are closest to changes his appearance as soon as he opens his eyes, and has not seen the light of day for ten years. Do you still want to take care of the enemy's empire after seeing the killings under those powers?"
An Jiu stopped driving and looked at Qi Yuan in shock.
Everyone thought that the new emperor committed suicide because of fear, but they never thought that the once talented Crown Prince might have lost hope in the world.
For Ye Xichen, there may be nothing worth cherishing in this world, nor is it worth his trouble.
Ten years of imprisonment made everyone feel that the prince's talent was wasted, but it also made them all forget about the little prince who was called "no regrets" by the head of the Wang family.
In the past ten years, has the prince really been abandoned?
An Jiu thought of the books that the Wang family kept sending to the East Palace and the fluent Mongolian language. Maybe they were all wrong.
Prime Minister Wang would rather die than force the prince to live. Is it because he already knows the prince's disappointment in the world?
An Jiu's thoughts were shaken, and the carriage stopped on the road, not knowing where to go.
"Then your Majesty restored the country because of... Prime Minister Wang?"
Qi Yuan put it back on his neck and hid it in his collar.
"It's ridiculous, the last person I care about wants to die so that I can live for the sake of my enemy."
An Jiu was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Perhaps the Prime Minister just wants you to live."
After An Jiu finished speaking, he thought of the tasks Wang Jinyao had asked them to do, and raised his head to face Qi Yuan's chuckle.
“My uncle knew himself very well, but he didn’t know me well.
This world is very boring, but I have yet to see the peaceful age he pursues.
Will it be like in the book? "
An Jiu saw the light in Qi Yuan's eyes, and realized for the first time that the person in front of him was not only Daxuan's new emperor, but also a young man with nothing.
"I believe that Your Majesty will succeed, and the announcement will definitely please Your Majesty."
Qi Yuan smiled and did not answer.
"The troops stationed in Ulimu need only horses and no one."
Qi Yuan leaned on the carriage and spoke in a relaxed tone.
It seems that his acting skills have not deteriorated yet.
An Jiu whipped his whip and drove around behind the Urim army.
The tribes that were forcibly plundered by Ulimu were not really convinced.
At this time, there is a divine messenger guiding them. If they want them to rebel, they should be able to abduct some people.
The border war is tense, and there are informants from the Urim Army everywhere.
But now that there is a truce, Wulimu leads the army to plunder supplies from various tribes in the grassland. The people on the outermost edge of the army are cannon fodder for each tribe.
Their tribe was wiped out by the Ulimu, and after losing their homeland, they became the vanguard at the forefront of the war.
This is the kind of person Qi Yuan wants to abduct.
After seeing the smoke from the kitchen, Qi Yuan jumped out of the carriage with his baggage on his back, and approached the gathering place where the slaves were on foot with An Jiu.
"Alert! Someone is approaching."
The army immediately became alert, and a group of soldiers armed with spears surrounded Qi Yuan and the two men.
The soldiers stationed on guard looked at the two men in front of them with serious expressions.
"A spy from the Central Plains? Catch him and deal with him when the leader comes back."
The soldier glanced at Qi Yuan and then turned his attention to An Jiu.
After giving orders to the soldiers, they narrowed the siege and planned to capture Qi Yuan alive.
"The guidance of the Immortal Heaven saves believers who die in vain."
Qi Yuan wore a hood, and the familiar Mongolian language made the Mongolian soldiers among the soldiers a little stunned.
Immortality? ? People from the Central Plains?
Upon seeing this, the general knew that Qi Yuan could not continue talking.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's kill him if you confuse the crowd with your lies!"
On one side are orders, and on the other side are the weak Central Plains people who claim to be guided by Changshengtian.
The Mongolian soldiers hesitated for a moment and then attacked Qi Yuan under the order.
Before Qi Yuan could raise his hand, suddenly a bolt from the blue struck directly on the soldier who gave the order.
A bolt of thunder fell, leaving behind a black pit and soldiers who didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
Qi Yuan: Oh? ?
Anjiu: Destiny is your destiny! !
This thunder stunned all the soldiers. In fear, they dropped their weapons and fell to the ground.
"The God of Immortality bless you, the God of Immortality bless you!"
"God's punishment, God's punishment!"
"Under the guidance of Changshengtian, Wulimu launched a war against the will of Changshengtian, and the gods were angry!"
For a time, the sounds of begging and crying were mixed together, and the scene was very chaotic.
Qi Yuan looked at the situation in front of him and probably had an idea in his mind.
Sure enough, after a while, a golden eagle flew quickly from a distance, flapped its wings and landed on Qi Yuan's shoulder obediently and quietly.
The people who knelt on the ground became more and more excited after seeing the golden eagle.
Although I don’t know why Changshengtian chose a Central Plains person, as long as this person can lead them to get rid of Wulimu, they will not die quietly on the battlefield.
Then he is the messenger of God!
"The will of the Immortal God, we are willing to follow the divine envoy!"
A voice sounded, and everyone agreed.
Qi Yuan, who was in a good situation, kept his expression, tried his best to resist the urge to throw away the golden eagle that kept buzzing on his shoulder, and continued with his plan.
Qi Yuan nodded towards An Jiu, and soon a group of war horses appeared in front of everyone.
Qi Yuan and An Jiu got on their horses and looked down at the prostrate Mongolian soldiers on the ground.
"Pick up your weapons and follow me to follow the guidance of the gods!"
Qi Yuan raised his arms and shouted, and the golden eagle flew high into the sky to lead the way. Seeing this, the Mongolian soldiers picked up their weapons and mounted their horses neatly.
Under the guidance of the Golden Eagle, Qi Yuan led a group of brainwashed Mongolian soldiers towards Zaha's tribe.
