Beiyuan was not as imagined by the people of the Daduan Dynasty. They were all tents, horses, cattle and sheep, living in water and grass, without a fixed place.

In fact, after hundreds of years of rectification and efforts, this regime, which occupies the vast grasslands and mountains, has long been no longer much different from the south except for eating habits and specialty scenery.

Yuanhuang is the herdsmen, soldiers and farmers on the grassland, and he respectfully calls Emperor Beiyuan.

For the big city where Emperor Yuan lived, they are also respectfully called the City of Eternal Life. They hope that Emperor Yuan will live forever and protect the peace of the grassland.

In the past, some envoys from the Central Plains dynasty who sent envoys Beiyuan did not understand the sincere respect and support of Yuanhuang on the grassland, and believed that it was the ignorance of these Diyi.

In fact, if they knew that before the Xue family unified the grassland, the land now had a lot of blood and cruelty buried in peace and harmony, it would have been much easier to understand.

The Yuan Emperor who is in power is now named Xue Lu. The people of the grassland still admire him, but the high-ranking officials and nobles in Beiyuan secretly felt that he was just too lucky.

He has a good brother who is rare in a century and an outstanding shaman who is rare in a century.

My good brother is naturally Xue Zheng, who is at the peak of the Hedao Realm. He is standing side by side with Xun Yu of Shu and Qin Li of Qingyin Pavilion in the top three of his personal combat power in the world.

At the same time, he was familiar with military books and had excellent attainments in military formation strategies. He won the honorary title of "Military God" among the million string control men in Beiyuan.

These two things are enough to make a person a respectable person, but they cannot become a good brother of an emperor.

Xue Zheng had the third thing, which was his loyalty. He had no desire for the throne. Those strategists or confidants who dared to persuade him to usurp the throne were cut off one by one and sent to the deep palace of the City of Changsheng.

Although the current great shaman, Chile, is slightly worse than the military god, his cultivation level at the top of the Hedao Realm is enough to make him the most outstanding among the great shamans in Beiyuan for nearly a hundred years.

What makes people speechless is that he is devoted to Emperor Yuan and is loyal to him.

With such a good brother and a great shaman, can Xue Lu's throne be unstable?

Compared with the usual Yuanhuang who were riding a scimitar and riding a horse and suppressing the rebellion everywhere, Xue Lu lived a great life now.

He indulged in music and sex every day, was obsessed with all kinds of miscellaneous studies, and was not interested in political affairs. He turned a blind eye to his sons' struggle for power and profit, which made the Beiyuan political arena chaotic.

Look, the Fourth Prince really couldn't stand it, so he ran to Xiling Sword Sect.

But his brothers didn't let him go. It is said that they even joined forces to assassinate him more than a year ago!

Fortunately, the fourth prince is lucky and has a good appearance and is safe and sound.

Afterwards, the angry Lord of the Army taught the three princes one by one, but it didn't take long.

My nephew calls lanterns, as usual!

It’s still a fight between you and I, and several factions attack each other, which is ridiculous to people and things!

Who made Yuan Huang ignore his own advice?

Speaking of this, in a private room on the second floor of Green Willow Building, a middle-aged man in a blue gown sighed heavily, turned to look at an empty table on the first floor, why didn't the old man come yet?

Green Willow Tower is not the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Changsheng City, but it is one of the most unique restaurants.

Nothing else, just because it is unique here, there is the authentic scenery of the most prosperous Jiangnan area of ​​the Daduan Dynasty. Look at the carved beams and painted buildings, and look at the flying eaves and brackets. What is not something we don’t have here.

Let’s talk about the wine and dishes, this wine is pure Jiangnan yellow wine and Jiannanchun roast. All the seasonings of this dish are transported from the heart of the Daduan Dynasty.

Even the fruits and vegetables that are not easy to store and transport, the big boss of Green Willow Tower also found an oasis in this grassland and hired people to plant them.

Therefore, the consumption of Green Willow Tower is also very high. There is nothing in your pocket, so you dare not come in and sway easily.

But the middle-aged man in blue shirt and his two fellow travelers did not come here to experience the scenery of Jiangnan.

Green Willow Tower may be strange to others, but for them, it will be like that if they come too much.

The three of them came here this time, but they came to listen to the book.

A few days ago, an old storyteller came from the Green Willow Tower, sitting here telling the story of "The Great Khan of the Mongolian tribe established the Yuan Empire."

Although there has never been any Mongolian tribe in the world, and I have never heard of the Great Yuan Empire, Storyteller himself is a rare object in the City of Changsheng, so he turned his ears and listened a few words curiously.

Who knew that it would be fine if I didn't listen, but I couldn't stop when I heard it.

The Khan was originally the son of the leader of the tribe. He was skillful in bowing and horses, brave and powerful. Unfortunately, his powerful father died early. He finally struggled to survive, and his wife was snatched away by the enemy.

The audience was a grassland boy and a hero on the horse's back. How could he bear such humiliation? They all empathized with it and were filled with righteous indignation.

The next day, more people came to visit him, and the storyteller was not too happy and still spoke vividly.

After all, he wanted to become a man of Khan. He was not discouraged, but cheered up again and rose step by step. He finally defeated his mortal enemy and avenged his father. He was successfully elected as the leader of the Wang Khan coalition on the grassland.

On the third day, the money that could almost be paid for was poured into Green Willow Tower. A long queue was lined up outside the door. After the shopkeeper of Green Willow Tower begged, the storyteller repeated three remarks before he finished.

It is said that the Khan became the leader, and those who did not want him to rise also formed a coalition force. The leader of the coalition force was Dahan's life-and-death enemy, Zhan Muhe. He led his own coalition force to compete with the Khan on the grassland and decide the lord of the grassland.

Just in the wonderful moment, the storyteller said, "I know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown, which makes everyone feel like a cat is scratched."

Look, today the Green Willow Tower is already crowded early, and those who come late can only wait for the next game.

There were three people in this room, an old man in yellow, sitting in the middle, a middle-aged man in blue and a young man in white, sitting on both sides. The door was opened, and the three people could clearly see the old man's desk with their eyes.

The old man in yellow ignored the complaints of the middle-aged man in blue just now and silently poured himself a glass of clear wine. He first put it under his nose and smelled it before putting it to his mouth. His lips swelled. The wine first turned between his lips and teeth, and then a spicy feeling filled the entire mouth. He swallowed it slowly. He felt the hot feeling from his throat to his abdomen. Then the old man let out a satisfied sigh.

"Such good wine is much better than the horse milk wine on our grassland, but it's not easy to drink."

The middle-aged man in blue shirt nodded, "This is the rule of Green Willow Building. A table in the lobby is limited to one pot, and two pots in the private room are limited to one pot, which is really not enough for the prince to drink."

The young man in white said indifferently: "What's the problem? If the prince wants it, I will order people to find a few brewing masters from the big end to make him enough. It is said that the brewing method is simple, it's just some food, just buy it!"

His family background is rich and he can barely get some names throughout Beiyuan. This is really nothing.

The old man in yellow glanced at the young man in white and said with a smile: "Take it serious?"

The young man in white replied casually: "What's the difficulty? It's just some drinks."

The old man in yellow put down his wine glass, picked up the wine pot, and handed it to the middle-aged man in blue. The middle-aged man took it with a look of surprise.

The old man in yellow suddenly slapped the young man in white on the face, "It's just wine? This pot of pots and pots are all food! He has food for big time, and he is willing to make it. I don't have food in Beiyuan, and every grain of food must be saved. You can also make wine! Get out!"

After saying that, he still kicked the young man in white with confusion.

The young man in white kept rolling and crawling out, but was blocked by a pair of soapy green boots.

He looked up and looked frightened in an instant. He was about to exclaim when a hand suddenly stretched out behind the boots and tapped it on his neck, causing him to fall to the ground.

The owner of the boots didn't even look at the man in white. He first made a silent gesture to the other two in the private room, and then raised his foot and walked into the private room.

The old man in yellow quickly stood up and gave up his seat. The owner held him down in long boots wearing a wide green robe. "Just based on the words of Uncle Wu just now, it's worth sitting on his head."

The old man in yellow dared not, and he was sad, "I said your...what, if you really want to kill me, just kill me, don't do this trick."

For those who can make the prince of Beiyuan act like this, the identity of the owner of the green robe and long boots is obvious.

Xue Lu laughed, "Uncle Wu still likes to joke with me so much."

He was not pretentious and sat on the top of the old man in yellow.

His entourage sat in the position of the young man in white just now, and the old man in yellow sat in the position of the middle-aged man in blue.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt, who was sweating profusely, subconsciously wanted to sit down, and then woke up by the old man in yellow, with a gentle cough, and quickly stood beside him holding the wine pot.

Xue Lu smiled and said, "It's said that this storyteller is full of lotus flowers. The story is so legendary and passionate. I'll come here to see it. Unfortunately, I'm late and there's nowhere to squeeze with Uncle Wu. It won't disturb Uncle Wu's elegant pleasure, right?"

The old man in yellow pursed his lips, "I said yes, will you leave?"

Xue Lu shook his head, "No."

The old man in yellow was a little depressed, turned his head and glared at the middle-aged man in blue, "Why are you standing there? You're not annoying? You're pouring wine!"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt hurriedly found a few clean cups and poured them on a few cups.

Xue Luru took a cup of it like an old man in yellow just now, and she felt emotion on her face, "Xun You's plan is really cruel."

The old man in yellow nodded, "It really hit the lifeline."

The two looked at each other, and from the caution in each other's eyes, they remembered the tragic past of the book recordings that before the Xue family rose, they could take on dozens or hundreds of lives on the grassland for a truck of food. The grassland back then was too poor.

Xue Lu suddenly let out a long sigh, "Just just deal with the idea, don't disturb today's interest."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud cheer and shout suddenly broke out from outside. Looking in the sound, a storyteller in a white beard and dressed in a tunic slowly walked up to the table that was being watched by everyone.

He first bowed respectfully to the circle around, which attracted even greater cheers, and then sat down on a chair that had been arranged early.

Cleared his throat, slapped the awakened wood on the table, making a crisp sound, and the whole room was silent.

Xue Lu looked around and looked at the small world where he was the only one and he immediately understood the other person's identity and laughed silently, "If you want to see me, why should you spend so much time?"

The storyteller bowed his hands and bowed slightly, "I have seen Emperor Yuan."

Xue Lu was not resentful in his seemingly disrespectful behavior, just because the person standing opposite him was one of the four saints.

In their eyes, the Xue family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the Yang family, who has just ascended the throne, are nothing more than passers-by in this world.

Some people live longer, just like the Dalian Dynasty before and the Beiyuan Xue family now; some people come and go in a hurry, just like those short-lived dynasties in history, but they cannot change the fate of passers-by.

Only the four branches of their inheritance that have never been cut off for thousands of years and have been watching the mountains and rivers in the world, as if they are the real masters of the world.

Xue Lu also bowed slightly, "Xue Lu has met Mr."

Since he is here to meet him, he still has the airs he should have.

The storyteller smiled, "I guess Emperor Yuan has heard of the four of us?"

Xue Lu nodded without saying anything.

Although the Four Saints are not known to the public, as one of the only two two imperial palaces in the world, Xue Lu still learned about them in the palace secret files.
To be continued...