Chapter 189 Universal VIP Card

Xiliang people are a nomadic people. Since the founding of Xiliang, generations of people have lived on the vast grasslands.

Li Tianao, the first hero on the grassland, known as the Snow Wolf King, began to unify more than 150 grassland tribes with an iron fist policy and raise the flag to be king. Up to now, the country has experienced more than 300 years of wind and frost. During this period, almost all the Khan kings are the descendants of Li Tianao.

In order to become the Khan king recognized by the grassland people, in addition to being tough and good at fighting, you must also have a pair of green wolf eyes inherited from the Snow Wolf King - which has become an unwritten rule known to everyone in the country.

But now there is an exception -

The current king of Xiliang and Utsg are not descendants of the Li family. He was originally a piece of cloth. Because he saved the life of the former king of Xiliang, and he was good at playing with power, he was quite favored. Only then did a small county official climb to the position of prime minister, and finally even rebellious the master to seize the dragon throne.

Of course, he definitely doesn't have those unique blue eyes.

His eyes are the minefield of Utzg, because his throne was forcibly seized by the previous king of Xiliang, and it has never been accepted by many tribes on the grassland. Therefore, no matter how graceful he is, he can't kill the criticism behind his back that he is not the voice of the true son of heaven.

In the past 18 years, although he rarely went out of the palace, he cursed him sooner or later by being rejected by the sun god. Rumors of death without burial place have repeatedly spread to his ears, forcing Uzzg, who was good at hiding himself, to become more and more bloodthirsty and cruel.

Over the years, he has only been stained with a lot of blood in his hands, but everyone who opposes him has only one word of killing without forgiveness, and even the infant baby has not been let go.

Under the tyranny, the people's grievances have been deep. Many people have thought of fighting against the tyrant, but they are forced to be supported by the martial arts masters behind him, and the cunning and tough Wanyan as the right arm of the left arm, and has not been able to do anything.

The night is getting thicker and darker. Located in the middle of the grassland, in the towering and magnificent Xiliang Palace, Uzig with a gloomy face is sitting in the hall, and his men keep pouring wine into their mouths.

Two maids in tulle kneeling next to him were gently helping him fan the wind. The gorgeous dancer in a big red navel costume in front twisted the waist of the water snake and threw a charming eye from behind the water sleeve from time to time in an attempt to please the king on the high seat.

If it were in normal times, Uzig might have announced on the spot that he would spoiled her tonight, but there was no news from the other side for a long time, which really made him irritable. No matter how the dancer showed her charm, he looked like he was not interested.

The closer he got to the day of marriage with Feifeng Kingdom, the more irritable he became. On the one hand, he wants to find Princess Yunbei, who escaped from heaven, to consolidate the imperial dynasty he has finally taken. On the other hand, he is also planning how to eradicate the grass without trace after success, so that the group of old ministers who still want to restore the country can return their hearts to themselves.

Unfortunately, two years later, although Wanyan has found the person suspected to be a princess, he has not been successful for a long time. He repeatedly sent detectives to answer, and all he got was a sentence: Don't be impatient.

If Wanyan is not his nephew, and if their uncle and nephew have always had a good relationship, he can't help doubting whether the general he gave him is also plotting to betray him.

It is said that people are not good-looking, and Uzig is such a person.

If you don't pay attention to his calculating cunning eyes, he is a middle-aged uncle who looks ordinary and kind, but who can think that such a seemingly kind-hearted person is an authentic villain, suspicious and fickle. First the traitor, then the usurpation of the throne, and even 18 years of bloody rule--

How can such an emperor make the people submit to love?

"At present, the king is not moved at all. I'm afraid she is still thinking about the princess, right?"

Sitting under Uzig's head, the short and fat old man with white hair but a rosy face like a young man said with a wine glass in his hand. A pair of eyes stared at the beautiful dancer in the center of the hall from beginning to end. Their eyes fell on the slender and white thighs, and the throat knot quickly slid several times.

"There is no one who knows me better than a national teacher." Uzig flattered, but there was a flash of disgust in his eyes. "There has been no news from General Wanyan's side. I have always been depressed in my heart. I don't know if the national teacher has a clever plan?"

"Don't worry about the king. The old man has found someone to calculate for General Wanyan. In a few days, he will be able to bring the princess to the king smoothly."

The white-haired old man laughed loudly and patted his round belly. As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the water sleeve thrown on the ground of the dancer in front of Uzig, the king of the sweat, and took a deep sniff in front of him, showing an intoxicated expression, "It's so fragrant."

Utzger turned a blind eye to his disrespectful actions. Because he relied on this person's strong support to become the king of Khan at the beginning, and he had seen his super-tall martial arts, so he had been tolerating it until he found a suitable opportunity to kill him.

Thinking of this, looking at the old man again, he only drooled. Uzig clenched his fist in his heart and endured it. He still pretended to be understanding and smiled, "Since the national teacher loves this woman so much, let's give her to the national teacher."

The light flashed in the old man's eyes, and everyone in the hall only felt a flower in front of him. When he came to his senses, the red dancer had been tightly held in the old man's arms.

"Thank you, Wang, the old minister will leave first. Wang Shang Wanfu."

After saying that, the old man showed an evil smile on his face, hugged the scared dancer's waist and ran out of the hall without looking back.

Utzig saw him leave, with unconcealed disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.

Looking at the maid of honor around him, he didn't have the desire to be spoiled. He held his painful forehead and went back to the bedroom.

At the same time, on the other side of the grassland, near the junction of brocade and Xiliang, under the cover of the night, nearly a hundred dark marching tents are next to the rocks at the gate, which is low-key and integrated with the surrounding scenery. Only the main account in the middle is conspicuous white.

"Report--!"

In the night, a fast horse rushed into the tent. The man on the horse rushed to the ground on his knees before being stopped by the soldiers of the vigil. He raised the secret letter rolled into a barrel in his hand and shouted, "Wang Er, the forward battalion, please see the general. If there is an urgent report!"

There was silence in the main account for a long time, and then a low magnetic voice ordered, "Let him in."

"Yes, General!"

The soldier outside the door got the order. With a brush, he withdrew the sharp blade in his hand into the scabbard, gave a passage to the people, and then stepped back two steps and looked straight ahead with an expressionless face and continued to guard the door.

Wang Er showed a happy expression on his face, and he didn't care about patting off the dust on his body. He hurriedly stood up and opened the curtain and walked in. He looked up and saw the majestic man in silver and white armor standing in front of the sand table. He immediately lowered his head, put his knees on the ground, and knelt down again.

"My subordinate Wang Er, see the general!"

"Get up."

The person standing in front of the map answered faintly and slowly turned around. The silver-white armor on his body reflected the firelight, making his face more handsome.

Take a closer look, in addition to the serious and indifferent expression, the general in Wang Er's mouth is the second brother of Qian Jing of the Shan Xiaowu family, Shan Baoqian, who has always been able to drill into the eyes of money!

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Your general will not kill people easily except that he loves money."

A joke came from the side. Wang Er's head was full of black lines. He subconsciously looked up and followed the sound, just like a pair of foxes. His slender eyes with curved eyes couldn't help shivering subconsciously.

Why does this man look more dangerous and scary than the general!

Seeing that Wang Er moved to the side without a trace, Shan Baoqian muttered twice in his heart. He had no choice but to cover most of his face with a fan to the side and smiled extraoroughly. Shan Jinlin rolled his eyes, "Brother, that's enough."

Every time someone comes, he pretends to be calculating. Does he want to scare away all the people who come to deliver the letter?

"General Shan's words are wrong," Shan Jinlin shook his head and said, took down the fan covering his face, and spread out his hands to pretend to be innocent. "The lower official didn't do anything. Why did the general say 'enough'?"

Shan Baoqian was too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned his head to Wang Er, and the indifference on his face remained unchanged. "What kind of important thing did you just say?"

Wang Er secretly wiped a cold sweat in his heart, and then raised the letter box in his hand. "General, the patriarch of the Limuqi tribe has been sincere - this is the return letter written by the patriarch himself. Please have a look."

The deputy who was waiting next to Shan Baoqian gave a winking, and the latter walked forward and took the letter from Wang's second hand and handed it to him.

Just after removing the bamboo tube outside, the curtain of the big tent was opened again, and Ben Lei and Zhan Yue came in side by side. Seeing that there were other people in it, I couldn't help but look at it in surprise.

Shan Jinlin's little angel, who was so idle that he just wanted to hit the flies, saw this and quickly explained for them "This is Captain Wang sent by the forward camp to send the surrender letter."

Zhan Yue took the lead in reacting, and immediately raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is it from Li Muqi?"

Shan Jinlin nodded, "That's right."

"Are you coming? The speed is quite fast," Ben Lei slapped the almost non-existent dust on his body. He sat down under Shan Baoqian, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his legs and trembled. "It's much faster than I expected. It's good."

Wang Er's eyes are about to fall off. Where did this naughty scoundrel come from? How dare you do this in front of General Shan! It's really...

The eyes quickly turned around the account and saw that everyone else looked strange. Wang Er thought that this person must have a good ability. Maybe he is a senior official who doesn't like to wear military uniforms - thinking of this, he quickly lowered his head and swallowed the word 'presumptuous' into his stomach.

"Is the news reliable?"

Zhan Yue just took the big bow in his hand and handed it to the deputy general, and he also picked up a seat close to Shan Jinlin and sat down.

Shan Baoqian nodded and did not answer him directly. Instead, he turned to Wang Er first, and his voice eased a lot. "Thank you for your hard work. Go down and have a rest first."

Wang Er has been in the army for so long. Of course, he knows what Shan Baoqian is going to say next about the secrets. He is not qualified to know at this level. He didn't dare to stay for a long time. After thanking him, he retreated.

Before leaving, he turned his head slightly without a trace and looked at Shan Baoqian with the afterglow of the corners of his eyes. He happened to see his clear and cold blue eyes shining under the firelight.

At that moment, he was excited, and an uncontrollable expression of joy appeared on his face.

The battalion commander is right. The general is really the queen of the snow wolf. His eyes are really green as beautiful as grass - just like the snow wolf they have seen!

Feeling that he had seen a big shot, Wang Er thought excitedly that when he returned to the front line, he must show off with the group of little bastards.

The main account was brightly lit, and Wang Er's movements and expressions naturally could not escape the eyes of several people in the account.

As soon as he left, Ben Lei put his chin in his hand, looked up and down at Shan Baoqian with playful eyes, and joked, "No wonder those barbarians of the tribe automatically came to surrender as soon as they saw the second uncle. It turned out that your blue eyes played a big role."

The symbolic significance of the blue wolf's eye on the grassland is much greater than they estimate.

Shan Baoqian deliberately stopped the medicine to show his real eyes, just to prepare for this day - they walked all the way, relying on his unique eyes alone saved a lot of trouble and strength.

Strictly speaking, Shan Baoqian's pair of blue eyes are the same as the modern universal VIP card. It is smooth and smooth all the way!

Even where they walked, as long as there is someone, there will be many beautiful girls chasing him all the way with worshipful eyes, so that Benlei, who is still a bachelor, accidentally secretly envied and hates him several times.

Which man doesn't like being handsome?

"I have a recipe on my side that can change the color of my eyes in a short time--" Shan Baoqian glanced at Ben Lei, handed the surrender book to Zhan Yue to see, and then returned to sit back in the chair and looked at him with a smile. "If you want, I can help you turn your eyes into another color. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, you can choose whatever you want.

Ben Lei's eyes lit up, "Real really?"

If you can change the color of your eyes, who will recognize him after changing his face?

"That's natural. I can still lie to you." A light flashed in Shan Baoqian's eyes, and he smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to him, "Take it."

"What?" Ben Lei stared at Shan Baoqian's open palm with a blank face and didn't understand what he was going to do.

"Three hundred taels, one medicine." Shan Baoqian smiled and raised a finger and shook it in front of him. When it came to his beloved silver, his whole body seemed to begin to shine, "How many do you want?"

"...I don't want half of it!"