The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 523 Open the coffin

In front of her eyes was a delicate face with a sweet smile.

Without her, with ascension to the throne, his heart might really lose the remaining softness, and eventually he would lose himself and indulge in conquest.

Then at the beginning, Hou Liang would no longer be surnamed Ji, and as for Xiao Yang, he had to seize the opportunity at any cost.

His eyes were deep, with a gentle arc.

But she didn't want the people to suffer from the war, and she didn't want the world to be displaced.

I hope that as she expected, we can use palliative means to advance the resolution.

Seven days later, in the mourning of all ethnic groups, the heavy coffin was buried with thick soil, and the ceremony was completed.

Gegen scooped up a handful of soil mixed with green grass and sprinkled it as farewell.

"Let's go back to Sunday with me." A pair of brocade boots embroidered with gold thread appeared in sight.

Ge Gen stood up and faced Temur suspiciously.

"As the king elected by the tribe, I have the obligation to take care of you for Zhebu, and help you to become a talent as soon as possible."

Feeling inexplicable: "No need."

"Don't rush to refuse." Xiaoyang Wang said in a deep voice, "I have found out something about the assassination."

His whole body shivered, and he couldn't wait to ask:

"who is it?"

When Huangfu Yue approached, the cheerful young man in the past was leaning against the boulder alone, staring at the fine iron arrowhead in his hand with a gloomy expression.

"Dulan, do you know the country of Daqi?"

He was startled, his expression was vague.

Seeing this, Ge Gen shook his head: "Don't worry, even though you have half the blood of the Central Plains, I will not take my anger out at will. There are grievances and debtors."

As the wind and sand blew past, he brushed off the dust on his robe, and smiled silently: "Temuer told you that the one who assassinated them was a Daqi man?"

"That's right." Fingertips caressed the sharp edge, "A triangular pyramid arrow, only Daqi has this craftsmanship and material, I have sent someone to verify it."

He snorted noncommittally.

Ge Gen regarded him as a friend, and said sadly: "With my own strength, there is really no way to avenge this revenge. King Xiaoyang suggested that I go to Yaori and plan together."

The tone was mixed with distress. If the strength is strong enough, no one would bow down and become a vassal. Natmur is not a kind person.

Entering someone else's territory, one has to be more or less on guard, hypocrisy and obedience.

Hearing this, a strange color flashed in his black eyes, he looked at the tombs standing on the top of the hill, and said quietly: "Since Temur half-baited and half-forced you to go to our clan, there are some doubts, I have to raise them."

"Doubtful?"

"We need to invite an expert similar to Zhongyuan Wuzuo to open the coffin for an autopsy."

As if stung by a poisonous snake, Ge Gen jumped up and stared at the deserted man in disbelief.

That face was calm, as if he didn't know what to say, so deviant.

Compared with the Central Plains, the Xiaoyang people are more taboo to disturb relatives buried in the earth, such things as opening coffins almost never happen.

With a straight face, he scolded angrily: "For the sake of being a foreigner, don't care about it, and don't speak nonsense anymore!"

He didn't care about the other party's scolding, he raised his foot and walked forward, signaling to follow.

Even though they got along for a short time, Gegen also knew that Dulan was by no means joking.

Puzzled, he came to an open space in the wilderness, and saw an archery target not far away.

He handed over a hard bow: "This place is about [-] meters away from the target. You shoot an arrow first, then go halfway, and shoot another arrow with all your strength."

After all, he stepped back to the side, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Ge Gen was stunned for a moment, and could not help but follow his words.

Stitching the strings and opening the bow, I can't wait to use the red heart as the head of the enemy.

Two arrows, one in front and one in the back, pierced through the air and sank deeply into the straw target. The wooden post shook with such force.

(End of this chapter)