Half a month ago, the Xiongnu royal court.

Winter is the most difficult time for the Xiongnu people, not only because of the severe cold weather, but also because of the freezing of the river surface and the withering of the grass.

The endless grassland turned into a snowfield. When the weather was clear, the snow would reflect the dazzling sunlight. The elderly taught the children not to play outside for a long time because they would suffer from snow blindness. Tents dotted the snowfield like stars, but there were no cattle and sheep running all over the ground in spring and autumn. The cattle and sheep were all collected in the fence, slowly eating the dry grass stored in autumn.

Tall women with cloth wrapped on their heads went to the river in groups of three or five to fetch water. Fetching water is a strenuous job. You have to use a sharp awl to break the thick river ice first, and then put the bucket down. But if you are lucky, you may be able to catch two fish.

In the tallest and most luxurious tent, Nazhu Chanyu sat in a wide chair covered with white tiger skin, wearing a headband inlaid with gemstones, with a stern and stern face.

He leaned forward and listened attentively to the report of the generals at the table. After listening for a long time, he asked in a deep voice: "You mean, Luan'er is unwilling to withdraw from Feng County, and wants to borrow troops from me to capture Feng County, Dai County and other five important towns of the Zhou Dynasty in one go?"

The general knelt on one knee on the ground and answered loudly.

Nazhu leaned back in his chair: "How many people does he want to borrow?"

"150,000."

"150,000?" Nazhu looked at him in surprise, then shook his head, "You have to know that the royal court only has 200,000 soldiers left. Moreover, the military expenditure for the winter expedition is huge, and our food reserves are not enough to support the long-distance march. Most importantly, I have signed an alliance with the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, and there will be no war within ten years. Chunyu Luan disobeyed my order and mobilized troops to attack Dai and Feng counties without authorization, which was considered a breach of contract. I have been unhappy for a long time, but I did not pursue it because he had devoted himself to the royal court. Now he does not repent, but wants to make it worse!"

Meng Jia stood beside Nazhu Chanyu, with his arms folded on his chest, looking coldly at the generals below, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The ambition of the old Chanyu may not be known to others, but he knows it after accompanying him for nearly twenty years. Nazhu has always been hypocritical and scheming. What he says, thinks and does are not the same thing. He has long coveted the nine towns in the northern part of the Saibei led by Pei Yuan, but Qiu Mingshan is too brave and fierce, and Pei Yuan is a rising star and also very powerful. Nazhu could not fight him, so he surrendered and asked for peace. But deep down, he wanted to take this vast land for himself immediately.

Although Chunyu Luan's wings have been sealed, it is impossible for him to transfer 200,000 troops without Nazhu's secret permission.

Nazhu wanted to use Chunyu Luan's knife to kill Qiu Mingshan and Pei Yuan. After achieving his goal, he would break the knife.

That's why he went to so much trouble to bring Wei Meng back.

It was not out of personal feelings. How could Nazhu have such a deep father-son relationship with a son who had been away from home for more than ten years and had always been against him, if he didn't hate him to the core, it would be mercy? Meng Jia had already guessed that he wanted to kill Chunyu Luan by Wei Meng's hand, and then get rid of Wei Meng as well. In this way, he could not only solve his internal troubles, but also make Pei Yuan, the external threat, lose a major arm, which could be said to kill two birds with one stone.

And what he said just now sounded like he was blaming Chunyu Luan for his rebelliousness, but in fact, he was just making up his lie about the alliance with Emperor Zhou.

But the young general sent by Chunyu Luan to borrow troops obviously didn't understand Nazhu's thoughts.

He raised his head in panic, really thinking that Nazhu was angry and wanted to punish him, and explained hurriedly: "Chanyu, Lord Zuoxian King is always thinking about his people and never dares to rebel! Judging from the current situation on the front line, sending more troops to attack the city is the best way. As long as we capture Fengxian, Daixian will naturally be in our pocket. Two-thirds of the northern part of the Great Wall will be in our pocket, so why bother about the alliance with the Zhou Emperor! Chanyu..." "

This matter is important. I can't give you an answer immediately. Let me think about it." Nazhu interrupted him and waved his hand to let him retreat. "You are tired after the long journey. Go down and rest."

The young general did not dare to disobey. He shut up and retreated reluctantly.

Listening to the footsteps outside fading away, there was silence in the big tent for a moment, and suddenly there was a burst of joyful laughter.

Nazhu looked at Mengjia, his eyes shining: "Mengjia, you see, we have finally waited for the opportunity!"

Mengjia pretended not to understand and asked: "What do you mean by this, Chanyu?"

"I have been sending people to inquire about the battle reports from the front line. How could I not know Chunyu Luan's plans? It's just that he is young and hot-tempered. He thought I was old and not afraid of me, so I just went with the flow and did as he wished. Fengxian has been besieged for more than a month, and their food and supplies have not been delivered for three or four months. They also burned down a granary. It is expected that the soldiers and civilians in the city should have been distracted and hungry. At this time Attacking is the best opportunity!" Nazhu said with a blazing look, "If he wants to borrow troops, I will lend them, but the price is his head!"

Nazhu continued: "Before that, Meng'er and I promised not to fight against the Zhou Dynasty. The troops will be called up tomorrow, and the army will set out the day after tomorrow. You and Meng'er will go together. Along the way, you tricked him into believing that our alliance with the Emperor of Zhou was firm, and this trip was only to confuse and kill Chunyu Luan. , wait for Chunyu Luan to die, and then bring the army back immediately. Although Meng'er has surrendered to me, he is still half a Han Chinese, and he hates Luan'er to the core. If you ask him to kill Luan'er, he will definitely not refuse. Then you can send everyone away, and only the three of you will be left in the camp..." Meng

Jia grinned, he already understood what Nazhu meant: "Wait for King Zuoxian to be beheaded, I will kill King Dulu immediately, and then After that, he shouted loudly to attract the crowd, and put all the blame for stabbing Zuo Xian Wang on Dulu Wang, saying that he was still loyal to the Han Dynasty and had colluded with the enemy before the war. After that, I took the seal of the commander, and under the pretext of avenging Zuo Xian Wang, I took advantage of the high morale of the soldiers and attacked the city. I was sure to win the battle! "

Nazhu slapped the golden tiger head on the armrest with his big hand and laughed, "In this way, my biggest worry can be solved!"

...

Meng Jia returned to his tent in a happy mood and ordered people to send wine and beautiful girls. After thinking for a while, he said, "Bring the Princess of Jibei here secretly."

Ever since the princess was sent to the royal court, people have been laughing at her, mocking her for not being able to see the beauty of a Han woman. She looks tall and strong, even more beautiful than a man. It is unknown whether the King of Jibei is blind or has a strange taste, but he is so partial to her. But

Meng Jia didn't think so. He was very interested in this princess and had long wanted to have sex with her.

What's good about those women who are like fragile little birds? He just likes women like wild horses and fierce dogs, who don't cry, are difficult to tame, but are also charming.

The most important thing is that he has always liked men's love, but he also doesn't reject women. The Princess of Jibei perfectly neutralizes his common fantasy of men and women.

The situation was not yet determined. Although Meng Jia was ready to make a move, he did not dare to get close to the enemy's wife. But he had just made a big plan with the Chanyu. He no longer regarded Pei Yuan as an opponent. She was just an ant that was doomed to die. Once the King of Jibei died, what was the difference between this princess and an ordinary woman? In his territory, he could only take whatever he wanted.

Chen Jia was sent to Meng Jia's tent by several Xiongnu soldiers who were almost as tall as him. He cursed in a low voice all the way. Those Xiongnu soldiers grew up on the grassland and had never learned Chinese. They didn't know what Chen Jia said and stared at him strangely.

Chen Jia glared and said, "Stupid pig, are you looking at your father?"

The Xiongnu soldier thought that Chen Jia was shy because he was summoned by Meng Jia, and was flirting with him, so he smiled back at him ambiguously.

Chen Jia's anger grew even stronger.

When he reached the door of the tent, he adjusted the heavy hairpin on his hair, waved away those stupid Xiongnu people, and strode into the tent.

Meng Jia sat at the low table, with a large piece of roasted lamb on the plate in front of her and a crystal glass filled with light green wine. She smiled and waved at him, saying, "Come and sit down."

Chen Jia walked over without any hesitation.

He was not used to wearing those clothes and skirts, and when he sat down, the silk thread almost broke, and he subconsciously covered his crotch.

Meng Jia looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "You are so funny."

Chen Jia rolled his eyes and said: "Your mother is funny."

Meng Jia didn't hear clearly and asked: "What did you say?"

Chen Jia shut up.

Since being captured, Chen Jia hardly spoke loudly for fear of being discovered that he was a man. But when he arrived at the royal court, he found that he was worrying too much. Most of the women here, except for the princesses of noble families, were no different from men. They all had broad and powerful shoulders, voices like bells, and faces like bronze. No wonder the Huns didn't recognize him at first sight.

He was simply too lazy to pay attention to Meng Jia now, and just sat there with his head down. But

this scene was not the case in Meng Jia's eyes.

He smiled lightly, raised the wine glass and put it to Chen Jia's mouth: "Why, are you shy?"

Chen Jia frowned and turned away.

Meng Jia simply stood up and walked to his side, knelt on one knee, and flirted with him: "We have met many times, but you haven't told me your name yet, what is your name?"

Chen Jia felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He felt that Meng Jia's body smelled like a mixture of sweat and horse feces, which was extremely unpleasant. He couldn't help holding his breath.

Meng Jia looked at him quietly. After a while, he put the wine glass back on the table and lowered his eyes and said: "I know what you are thinking. You Han women are chaste, and this is also good."

Chen Jia had a blank expression on her face and was too lazy to even look at him.

"But, chastity is not as important as life." Meng Jia smiled, raised his hand to hook Chen Jia's chin, and exhaled softly, "Your man is going to die, and you will soon become a widow. I will give you two choices now. Either have fun with me tonight, and I will forgive you and treat you well in the future. Or I will send you on your way, and you take your chastity with you to the underground to be his wife."

Chen Jia's hair fluttered at his breath, and she wondered why this old man was so hateful and difficult to deal with... But after understanding what he said, she was suddenly shocked.

Meng Jia followed Nazhu when he was a teenager, and he had come all the way through blood and rain. He was not an ordinary person, and he would not speak wildly casually.

Therefore, he must have a plan to deal with Pei Yuan.

Chen Jia looked at him for a moment and whispered, "Are you going to kill him?"

Meng Jia laughed, "You finally spoke up."

Chen Jia asked tentatively, "What did you mean just now?"

"Drink with me." Meng Jia raised his glass again, "It makes me happy, I can tell you."

Chen Jia's eyelids twitched a few times, gritted his teeth, and picked up the glass. He smiled coquettishly and leaned towards Meng Jia. Even without looking in the mirror, Chen Jia could imagine how disgusting his expression must be at this moment, but Meng Jia was not only not annoyed, but also looked intoxicated.

Chen Jia hardened his heart and simply sat on Meng Jia's thighs, and personally put the wine glass to his lips: "Sir, drink it."

Meng Jia stared at him, his Adam's apple moved, and he obediently drank a glass of wine.

Chen Jia wanted to pour more, but Meng Jia stopped him and said: "You have to drink too."

Chen Jia smiled and smiled, and drank with him. He deliberately used a smaller cup, drank half and poured half. Meng Jia thought that he was a woman, so there was no need to care about whose cup was bigger, so she didn't care. In this way, they pushed the cups and soon drank two bottles of wine. Chen Jia's face turned red, and Meng Jia was even drunk.

He stood up, swaying left and right, pointing his finger at Chen Jia's nose: "You, you can drink quite well, I like it."

Chen Jia asked: "I've been drinking with you, you should tell me what you want to do to my husband?"

"You are loyal to him, but what's the use of me telling you?" Meng Jia laughed, "You are surrounded by my people, even if you have wings you can't fly out of this grassland, don't even think about saving him. Just take off your clothes..." Meng Jia walked over, put his hand on Chen Jia's shoulder, and said in surprise, "Huh? You are quite tall."

He quickly came back to his senses from the problem of Chen Jia's height, and continued: "Just take off your clothes and spend a good night with me! From now on, forget about that man in the past, I will give you glory and wealth, no worse than him!"

"Want to sleep with me?" Chen Jia pushed his hand away and said in a pretentious manner, "You tell me first, and I'll take it off later."

"Stubborn, stubborn!" Meng Jia grabbed Chen Jia's cheek and whispered in his ear with a smile, "Then I'll tell you..."

Meng Jia's fierce and brave side is also extremely confident. He firmly believes that Chen Jia can't escape from his palm. Even if he knows more secrets, he can only keep them to himself. In addition, he is drunk and has almost no secrets. He even has a bit of a show-off attitude. He answers whatever Chen Jia asks.

Chen Jia's face becomes heavier.

Meng Jia was unhappy: "I didn't want to tell you, but you insisted on asking. Now that you know, are you going to break your promise? Take off your clothes quickly, or I'll use force!"

Chen Jia forced a smile: "General, I'll change your clothes first. Turn your back."

Meng Jia was happy again, nodded and praised: "Not bad, you Central Plains women are really considerate and gentle..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Jia slashed his neck with a knife, Meng Jia's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the ground in an instant.

Chen Jia pulled his feet and pulled him to the bed, covered him with a quilt, then blew out the lights and left in a hurry.

Afraid that people would know that he was secretly in contact with the Princess of Jibei, Meng Jia did not dare to leave anyone outside the tent to wait, and it was already dark, so Chen Jia walked all the way unimpeded.

Wei Meng had been waiting for him in the darkness not far away.

When he first heard that the princess was kidnapped, Wei Meng was startled and hurried over to see, and he saw Chen Jia's face. He felt mixed emotions at the time, shocked and amused, but he immediately understood and confirmed Chen Jia's identity as the princess in front of Nazhu and Meng Jia, dispelling their last doubts. Later, he had no chance to contact Chen Jia again, and did not dare to approach, for fear of being caught by someone with ulterior motives.

It was not until the evening that Wei Meng heard a rumor that Meng Jia had called Chen Jia over to accompany him for drinking.

He could not sit still any longer, and pretended to patrol around Meng Jia's big tent, until the moon was high in the sky, and finally he saw the light in the tent go out. After a while, Chen Jia came out. Her steps were graceful and elegant, and for a moment, Wei Meng almost thought it was a woman.

They met.

Without time to greet, Chen Jia pulled Wei Meng's sleeve, ignoring Wei Meng's surprised and slightly shy expression, and whispered everything Meng Jia said to him in his ear.

After saying the last sentence, Chen Jia whispered, "Do you understand?"

Wei Meng said seriously, "I understand."

Chen Jia nodded, he looked around, did not dare to stay, and immediately prepared to go back to Meng Jia's tent, but he was stopped by Wei Meng after taking two steps.

Chen Jia turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Be careful." Wei Meng looked at him for a long time, and then uttered, "Also, you have to remember that you are a man!"

It took Chen Jia a while to understand what he meant. His face turned pale, and finally he snorted and left with his sleeves waving.

Wei Meng thought to himself: It's over, how can I explain this to the real princess in the future?

...

When Meng Jia woke up the next day, he felt sore in his shoulders, and the back of his neck was as painful as if he was hit by a heavy object.

But when he tilted his head, he saw that the princess he had been thinking about was sleeping next to him. Meng Jia's doubts disappeared in an instant. He was very drunk last night and lost his memory, but this situation has happened before, so Meng Jia didn't think much about it. He looked at Chen Jia with satisfaction for a while, got up, dressed, and prepared to go to the battle.

In addition to counting the troops, they also had to take care of the carriages and supplies. The time was very tight and there was no time to delay.

Before leaving, Meng Jia also ordered people to guard the tent and not allow anyone to enter or leave.

...

The next morning, Meng Jia had no time to say goodbye to Chen Jiadao. He led 150,000 troops and horses, and went south with the Lone Deer King Chunyu Meng.

Half a month later, they arrived at Chunyu Luan's camp under Fengxian City.

Chunyu Luan's confidant Chaergua had been waiting for a long time. He was excited when he heard the news of the reinforcements, but his face turned cold when he saw Wei Meng.

"What does the Chanyu mean?" Chaergua glared at Mengjia, "Don't tell me you don't know who this villain is! He has held an important position beside the King of Jinbei for many years, and the blood of countless people in his tribe has been stained on his blade. What's going on now? He has become our leader!"

"You'd better be more respectful." Mengjia sat astride the horse and raised his eyebrows. "This is the Chanyu's own son, Chunyu Meng, the King of Dulu."

Chaergua stepped forward angrily and wanted to say something else, but was glanced at by Mengjia and could only shut up sadly.

He couldn't use force against the Chanyu's trusted generals, so he immediately went to the main account to report to Chunyu Luan. A moment later, Chunyu Luan's voice came from inside: "Let them in."

Mengjia and Wei Meng dismounted one after another, and were led by someone to lift the curtain and go in.

Chunyu Luan sat in the main seat, with a silver mask covering the upper part of his face, leaving only his lips and chin exposed, and his eagle eyes stared straight at Wei Meng.

Meng Jia knelt on one knee to salute Chunyu Luan, but Wei Meng did not move, instead he said with a smile: "Based on seniority, you should call me cousin, it is not reasonable for an elder brother to kneel before a younger brother, don't you think?"

Chunyu Luan stood up and asked in a hoarse voice: "General Wei, what are you doing here?"