A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 782 Qiang Song Resurrection
When Wan Yuwu Yu said this, he suddenly turned his head and stared at her with his cold and cruel eyes.

"I promised my mother that I would fulfill her last wish. I promised to bring my people home, back to where they came from, to the vast world of freedom, instead of living under someone else's roof and becoming slaves!"

"I hate the Han people the most. They are all robbers pretending to be civilized and bullies claiming to be noble."

"What did the Han Chinese do to you? My mother is the only Han Chinese. It was the Xianbei Yuwen family who did so much evil to you. My mother's merits and demerits can be considered to be offset, right?"

"The Yuwen family and I have a deep hatred for each other. The Han people like to annex and assimilate. They capture all the surrounding tribes and keep those who can be integrated into the Han people as playthings. Those who are unwilling to submit will only become a thing of the past in the history books, just like the Rouran... It is true that those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will perish."

Yuan Wuyou was speechless for a moment, thinking that his words were too radical. He was afraid that arguing at this time would annoy him, so he just listened to him vent quietly.

The young Khan wearing rhinoceros armor also turned his head and looked at the sea of ​​poppies swaying in the wind in front of him, and spoke in a cold voice.

"I don't belong here. I should have been in the northern grasslands. It seems that we were born to go home, trek through the desert, cross the Tianshan Mountains... Go back to the grasslands or the endless snow and glaciers. I know my hometown is desolate, but I would rather go home..."

"Since it's deserted there, what's there for you to go back for?"

"I know that Rouran is not a good place, and there are many unsociable people in the Dangxiang tribe, but that's where we come from..."

He suddenly changed the subject!
"The Han people like to conquer the land and put other people's territory into their own territory, and call it a Chinese version to implement the Chinese version of those who surrender, and those who don't accept it will kill them! In fact, I have never admired the Han Dynasty. In my eyes, the Xianbei people deserve to be beaten, and the Han people should be beaten even more!"

Hearing this, the descendants of the Han Dynasty standing by were suddenly frightened.

"Eh? Isn't the impact too broad?"

The Dangxiang Khan in front of him did not even turn his head, but just said in a muffled voice,

"I hate them, not you. In my eyes, you are not an ordinary person. You are the only one who is different from the rest of the world."

"Then don't worry, I won't let you down, and don't do anything stupid. After all, your family members...am I not considered your family member?"

"But, I want to go home... Can I still go home?" Wan Yuwu suddenly turned around to look at her, two clear tears suddenly flowed from his deep blue eyes, and his voice choked.

Yuan Wuyou was immediately flustered, reaching out to wipe his tears, but he only held his face. "Don't cry... I'll help you go home. The Han Chinese believe in returning to one's roots. All wanderers in foreign lands will return home. If there is a chance, can I take you home?"

The boy turned his face away, avoiding her hand.

"Except for you, I have no attachment to the Central Plains. All this place has given me is only suffering and hatred."

He sobbed, held back the tears in his eyes, and tried to remain calm:

"Please go. I really can't... be selfish anymore."

Yuan Wuyou knew exactly what he meant by selfishness. She listened to his advice and thought it was good news that her bewitching was successful.

So she struck while the iron was hot, her eyes burning.

"I just feel sorry for you. You've never been able to control yourself, and it seems like you've never been carefree."

He whispered, "Yes."

"Ok?"

"It's just that we are no longer worried about anything after being protected by others. Even if Hua Xu dies, the burden you have to bear won't necessarily decrease."

There was a resolute coldness in Wan Yuwu's deep blue phoenix eyes. His tone was cold, yet it sounded like a sermon that was gentle and persuasive.

"You said...you didn't want to be my enemy anymore, and you didn't want to kill me, but if one day...you and I really come to that point, I hope you can give me a way out." "Don't be like that."

"It doesn't matter."

Yuan Wuyou was very upset when he heard this.

His next words made her even more upset:

"I am used to loneliness and endless waiting, but when I finally wait for you, I feel heartbroken every moment."

"Why are you so sad? We clearly——"

“—Don’t say it!”

He interrupted her harshly, then regained his composure and spoke word by word, "Young Master, please stop the loss in time. The free wind and the dawning sun should not shine for anyone alone. Stay."

"Hey?!"

Yuan Wuyou thought it sounded familiar, and then he remembered that he once begged her to "let the moon shine alone", but now she said that he shouldn't stop for anyone?

Wan Yuwuyu definitely has her in his heart, but he won't admit that he has a crush on her. However, he always can't help but favor her out of habit.

His feelings were gentle and cold, without any destructive power, and without any obvious presence, but they were deep and steady, and they were like the gradual progress of drizzling rain that moistened the earth, and they were simply eroding her heart step by step.

Let her be sure that he will always treat her well.

Then Yuan Wuyou realized that she cared too much about his thoughts about her. She no longer wanted to verify the success of her honey trap, but she didn't even realize that she was bewitched by him.

Apart from Gao Yanzong, Yuan Wuyou had never been so obsessed with a man. He was obviously not charming and not proactive. When she took a step forward, he would take a step back. But when she wanted to give up, he would reach out and pull her back.

Retreat to advance, and take every step carefully.

This guy is so weird...

Yuan Wuyou forgot how he left the tent, but the Dangxiang army behind him set out and rushed towards Yuyang occupied by the Zhou army.

She was unable to stop the Tangut army on her own, and was glad that he spared Xinye.

——At that time, on the slope of Xinye, next to the poppy field.

After the queen left, led by Khan "Tuoba Ningcong", the tribal chiefs and generals of each tribe each held a wine glass and walked forward one by one, pouring the wine in their hands on the tombstone of the former leader of the Tuoba tribe.

The line of people who were paying tribute to the former Dangxiang Khan was full.

Deputy General Mi Qin was standing by, holding a spirit-calling banner, shaking a prayer wheel, and chanting in Qiang language:

[The former Khan who will always accompany Mudusi, the human sacrifice has been made, the soul-calling song has been sung, the young Khan has poured wine in front of the battle line, and shot arrows to the east. May your soul follow us and return to our grassland homeland north of Kunlun and south of Tianshan.

The Tuoba tribe members who followed you into Chang'an were also called back. From now on, they will no longer be slaves trampled under the feet of the Xianbei emperor, but will follow the little Khan to take back our land and return to our hometown. There is no winter snow on the banks of the rivers, and there is no hunger or cold in the land of fish and rice. But we still miss our hometown where we can graze our horses on the grassland.

Among the relatives of the other seven tribes, the young and strong ones were taken in by the young Khan as his personal guards. If they had made meritorious contributions, the Khan would treat them as his brothers. The old, young, sick and weak ones were treated well by the young Khan and kept in the rear tents to live out their days.

The young Khan is leading the charge, has great foresight, and is the most courageous and top-notch martial artist among the Tanguts. The former Khan can rest assured now.

The soul is coming! ]
After singing the soul-calling song, the little Khan, who was kneeling on his knees in front of his mother's tombstone, suddenly turned his head to look at the dishevelled Tuoba tribesmen behind him, and waved to a child of a few years old behind him:
"My son, do you know the Tangut rules for treating enemies?"