Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 215 Empty

Everyone who was inexplicably fed a mouthful of dog food: "..."

Gu Fengyun was heartbroken: "You guys are going too far!"

The others nodded. That’s right, this is too much. Isn’t this bullying them because their wives are not around?

Gu Fengyue has become thick-skinned during this period. He turned a blind eye to everyone's condemnation and rode his horse very fast, leaving the others far behind.

Song Chunlin poked his head out from Gu Fengyue's arms, took a look at the team behind, and then shrank back. The next second, a cup of grass jelly was in his arms, which was cool and filling.

While Song Chunlin was slurping the grass jelly, he did not forget to feed Gu Fengyue some fruit occasionally, either sliced watermelon or freshly picked cherry tomatoes, blueberries, and mulberries. In short, the two of them had never been idle during the entire journey. When they arrived at the designated resting place, Gu Fengyue actually felt his stomach was particularly full.

Touching his bloated belly, Gu Fengyue fell into deep thought.

Does Song Chunlin know that he has the habit of feeding the people he likes?

But it’s not a bad thing, Gu Fengyue thought happily.

This place was not far from the Turkic royal city, so everyone rested well here for a night and got up early the next morning, arriving at the Turkic royal city before noon.

The Turkic royal city is somewhat different from the Tatar one. The Tatar one is more magnificent, while the Turkic one has more desert style. The city walls are particularly thick and tall, and Song Chunlin couldn't help swallowing when seeing them.

My goodness, his city wall must be as thick as three layers of the Tatar wall. Song Chunlin silently calculated how long it would take him to dig the tunnel before he could reach the city.

Everyone stopped not far from the city wall. Gu Fengyun came over and said something to Song Chunlin. Song Chunlin was a little unhappy, but in the end he put on a bitter face and touched the big coffins one by one.

"You stay here and guard the coffin, we will go negotiate first."

The negotiation took place not in the city but outside. After all, they were only here to trade. There would be too many variables once they entered the city, and neither side was very happy about it.

The Turkic king looks stronger than the Tatar king, and his spirit is quite different from that of the Tatar king. The Tatar king indulged himself when he got old, and the bravery that once galloped across the grassland is long gone. Unlike the Turkic king, he looks ambitious.

Song Chunlin just took a glance and then looked away. His mental power was finally released and soon enveloped the entire Turkic royal city.

When he saw the structure of the Turkic Royal City, Song Chunlin realized where the gap between the Turks and the Tatars lay. The wall of the Turkic Royal City had three layers. The outermost layer was the thickest, and was estimated to be about eight meters wide. The second and third layers were similar, but also more than five meters wide. They actually built three layers of such a wide wall, and there were troops stationed in the gaps between each layer.

It’s no exaggeration. With this scale, if all of Dajing’s troops were used to attack the city, they would probably be able to enter the first level after a month or so of fighting.

Almost all the Turks are soldiers. No wonder they can mobilize so many troops to attack Dajing. Song Chunlin's eyes were heavy. No wonder he was given so much merit and golden light in the beginning. Judging from the number and quality of the army, if Song Chunlin did not kill the opponent's commander, the opponent would most likely really flatten the Central Plains.

Fortunately, Song Chunlin secretly rejoiced that he had killed their commander, and that the Gu family army was powerful and almost annihilated the enemy's army. Otherwise, if they were allowed to return to the Turks, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains and raising a tiger to cause trouble.

The Turkic palace was built in a simple and elegant style. Song Chunlin took a quick look and did not find the extravagant customs similar to those of the Tatars. Song Chunlin even saw a group of little kids practicing basic skills in the martial arts training ground.

This is really hardworking.

It seemed that Gu Fengyun had not reached an agreement on the deal. The three people who brought the translation services were shouting until their throats were about to smoke. The voices of both sides were getting louder and louder, and the faces of the Turkic King and Gu Fengyun were getting darker and darker.

Song Chunlin silently took a few steps back, fearing that they would be implicated.

In the distance, the Turkic king had already spotted him. Logically speaking, the entire team was composed of men, and there was no reason for them to bring a child on the road. Besides, he looked fair and clean, and did not look like a man, but more like a boy.

When Song Chunlin saw the Turkic king looking at him, he glared back at him.

What are you looking at? If you look any further, I’ll dig out your eyes.

The Turkic king was so angry that he laughed. In his territory, this child dared to be so arrogant. Could he be a child of their Dajing royal family?

Gu Fengyue walked up to Song Chunlin with a bad look on his face, blocking the other party's line of sight. The Turkic king was slightly stunned when he looked at Gu Fengyue's face, and said to someone beside him:

"Is his last name also Gu?"

Standing next to him happened to be an old Turkic prince. Upon hearing what he said, he glanced at Gu Fengyue and indeed, there was a bit of the shadow of an old acquaintance on his face.

"It should be. The child surnamed Gu has grown so big. Wasn't he said to be dying?"

The attendants around them reminded them quietly: "My king, the one who is dying is the Lord Gu holding the scepter. This person should be the second son of the Gu family."

"Gu Er..." The Turkic king looked at the heroic young man and thought he saw an old rival.

The two sides argued for a little longer than Song Chunlin had imagined. He had scanned the royal city back and forth several times. After this group of people had finished arguing, the people over there hypocritically invited them to visit the city. Gu Fengyun was in a good mood because he had agreed on the terms, so he smiled and refused.

Seeing Gu Fengyun's ungrateful behavior, the Turks were so angry that they fumed, but the body of their descendant was still in their hands, and they could only accept it as it was not in their hands yet.

At night, everyone camped outside the city. Seven or eight large coffins were gathered in the middle, and a group of people sat around the coffins. This time they only brought a total of a hundred people, and their military strength was a little weak, so they could only be extremely alert and guard the coffins.

In the evening, everyone still ate compressed biscuits and drank milk tea. The Turks did send people to deliver food, which Gu Fengyun accepted, but everyone was not very interested in the food. Song Chunlin tasted a few bites and his face was filled with fishy expressions.

"Oh my god, they just boiled the mutton in water without adding anything else?"

The translators all laughed and said, "This is how people here eat mutton. If you're not used to it, just skewer it and grill it. Didn't you bring your own barbecue seasoning? Sprinkle some on it and it will taste better."

Song Chunlin declined the offer: "No, no, I think even the secret barbecue ingredients can't get rid of the fishy smell of this thing. I can't get used to it. You guys eat it."

As a result, other people were not very used to it, so Gu Fengyun could only instruct Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue to take it and deal with it. In fact, they just put it directly into the space, out of sight, out of mind.

Tonight was destined to be a difficult night. Inside the Turkic palace, a group of ministers were arguing fiercely.

"Da Jing is so abominable. They actually want one thousand cattle and sheep, two hundred horses, and an additional 100,000 taels of silver from us. Where are we going to raise so many things in such a short time?"

An old prince was breathing rapidly, obviously very angry. He gasped and cursed: "Despicable and shameless people from the Central Plains, I don't know what dirty tricks they used to kill so many of our good men. Cough cough cough, Your Majesty, please don't agree to them, cough cough cough..."

The Turkic king sneered: "If you don't agree, your son's body will not be returned."

The old prince's breath was choked, and he almost couldn't breathe. When he recovered, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't come back, then don't come back. I think he can understand our difficulties."

Everyone else was complaining in their hearts: Aren’t you just saying in a disguised way that the king doesn’t know how to sympathize with his subordinates?

The Turkic king was silent. In his heart, he agreed to spend money to exchange his son back. That was his favorite son, and he was planning to train him to be his heir. Now he was gone. How could he not feel heartbroken?

In the other side of the palace, the queen looked at the concubines who kept wiping their tears and said impatiently: "Alright, now that things have come to this, what's the point of crying? Who was it that wanted to send her son to the battlefield? Why do you regret it now?"

The concubine paused while wiping her tears, and hatred suddenly shone in her eyes: "It's all because of those despicable Central Plains people. My son is young, and he was only supposed to go to the battlefield to see the world, but who would have thought..."

"You never thought you would lose your life like this, did you?" The queen said disdainfully, "If you weren't so greedy, how could you have lost your life for nothing?"

The concubine wanted to argue a little, but was frightened by the queen's cold gaze. She realized later that her only promising child was gone, and she only had a little girl, which meant that she didn't have any bargaining chips in her hand. Now she dared to come to the queen to cry and complain, purely because she was used to bullying and taking advantage of the king's past friendship. She wanted to control the queen and give herself some compensation so that she could raise the two princesses.

But he misjudged his own value. The only son who could please the king was dead, and now the king had to spend a huge amount of gold and silver to buy back his corpse. His crying was like adding fuel to the fire.

The concubine figured out the key point, and as if she had been hit by a slap in the face, she left with a gloomy face.

As soon as he left, the eldest prince, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came in impatiently.

"Mother, he's gone."

The queen rubbed her brows tiredly, and the eldest prince walked over obediently and massaged her shoulders.

"Mother, the seventh child is gone, so we..."

The queen pinched her brows and paused, "Don't act rashly. These years, they have always suppressed us. Now that their son has just died, you can't wait to jump out. If others see you, they will think you are looking forward to your father's death."

The eldest prince curled his lips and said, "How dare I? I just think that the death of the seventh prince was more pleasant."

"Forget about a thousand cattle and sheep, but two hundred horses, are those Turks really willing to give them up?" Song Chunlin had no idea about this number, but he also felt that the number of horses was a bit too much.

The people in the Central Plains do not have the conditions and talent to train horses, so the horses of the nomadic peoples on the grassland are the most popular in the army. Even for the nomadic peoples, taming horses is not an easy task. Gu Fengyun asked for two hundred horses at once. Song Chunlin took a rough look at the horse farms and found that this was almost one-third of the current horses of the Turks.

If such a large number were really handed over, it would take the Turks several years to recover. Are they really willing to pay such a high price in exchange for these useless corpses?

Gu Fengyun was confident about this: "Just wait, they will regret it again tomorrow."

Song Chunlin's eyes widened: "Can you still regret it?"

Gu Fengyun said as a matter of course: "Of course, from what I saw just now, he seems to be willing, but his subordinates are not willing. However, the Turkic king likes the prince who is now dead. If we argue again, it will probably be enough."

The more Song Chunlin watched, the more he doubted whether they had learned their bargaining skills from the aunties in the vegetable market.

Gu Fengyue came over and touched Song Chunlin's head: "Go to sleep quickly, the second half of the night may be very busy."

Song Chunlin nodded, without asking what they were busy with, leaned on Gu Fengyue's shoulder, closed his eyes, and went into the space to farm.

Just as Gu Fengyue said, the second half of the night was indeed very busy. Three waves of people came to attack and tried to snatch the body in the coffin. However, Gu Fengyun did not let everyone fight to the death. Instead, when the third wave of people came, he asked Gu Fengyue to open the coffin lid. Wow, there was nothing inside.

The people who came to steal the corpse were stunned. No, you brought an empty coffin here, isn't that blackmailing me?

In the end, these people were too lazy to even fight, and returned to the city even faster than when they came, without even noticing Song Chunlin's smile that reflected his great achievement and fame.

That’s right, all the coffins are now empty, without a single corpse inside, because he has stored all the corpses into the space.

Gu Fengyun had long guessed that these people would not surrender, so he simply asked Song Chunlin to hide the bodies in advance. At first, Song Chunlin was a little unhappy, thinking that his space would be polluted by these bodies, but now after seeing the frustrated expressions of these people, Song Chunlin felt that Gu Fengyun's trick was really mean. When he put the bodies back tomorrow, the faces of those Turks would probably look better.

As for their own people, just pretend you don’t know and don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask.

The attackers had already rushed back to report to their masters. One of them was the old prince. When he heard his subordinates say that the coffin was empty, he was so angry that he smashed several teacups.

"The cunning people from the Central Plains actually dared to play tricks on us!" The old prince was no longer out of breath, his chest was no longer stuffy, his eyes were flashing with anger, and he went all the way to the palace in a rage, intending to complain to the king.

The king had received the news a long time ago and was very surprised about it. He repeatedly asked his subordinates. After the old prince arrived, he repeatedly asked the old prince's subordinates.

"So, you said you only saw one of the coffins was empty?"

"Yes, my king. Gu Fengyue opened the coffin himself. We saw that there was nothing inside. The Central Plains man pulled an empty coffin over."