In Chang'an, in the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, Pei Jun paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. Cui Yuan continued to be harmless to him for the right, and he could also retain the position of Left Prime Minister. In this matter, he remained neutral, so when the Empress Dowager used the excuse of stabilizing the overall situation and postponed Cui Yuan's position of Right Prime Minister indefinitely, he was silent.

But he could not accept Li Miao as the crown prince. Li Miao was only three years old, and Cui Yuan would gradually deprive the power of the cabinet one by one by one by one and turn it into his own hands. This would be the case, and he would use the emperor to command the princes.

High! Pei Jun has to admire Cui Yuan's superb layout. He even suspects that the emperor was trapped in Xishoucheng and was also planning by Cui Yuan. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that the little ambition that the emperor had just shown was immediately strangled by Cui Yuan.

The Li clan's future was ruined, and the position of Right Prime Minister was extended, and the empress dowager was used to establish the crown prince. It was really a killing of three birds with one stone. He did not object to the extension of Right Prime Minister. After all, Cui had strong strength as a backing, but it was different to establish the crown prince. Pei Jun also had the opportunity.

Pei Jun slowly stopped and stared at a proposal on the table. This was a joint proposal by Pei Jun, Zhang Ruohao, Wei Yan and Chu Xingshui, proposing that Li Yao, the eldest grandson of Yongwang Li Mao, was the crown prince, and received the support of a group of old ministers such as Guo Ziyi, Chang Gun, Ji Guangchen, and Yan Zhenqing.

But Pei Jun still seemed worried. The role of the Empress Dowager in his right to speak on royal affairs was obvious. If she forcibly made Li Miao the crown prince, they would have no choice.

Pei Jun opened the window and turned his anxious eyes to the north. But what can I do to save the emperor?

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As night fell, the grassland gradually became darker, and a strong wind blew at the end of the sky. The strong wind blew up the dark clouds in the sky. It was cold and heavy, and many small clouds split out from its top, speeding in front of it, swallowing up the stars one by one.

Zhang Huan stood on a low hill, several miles away, at the foot of the dark Wude Mountain (now Hang Ai Mountain), the outline of the city wall was reflected in white under lightning, which was clearly visible. There was the pearl of the grassland, and the capital of the Uighurs, Hanerduobali, and now there are only five thousand defenders.

Zhang Huan stared at the dark clouds above the city, as if the black mountain peaks were pressing down. A dazzling lightning flashed by, and no thick dark clouds could be torn apart. The huge thunder rolled through the low clouds.

A young man with a thriving horse rushed to Zhang Huan. He jumped off the horse and saluted Zhang Huan with a firm look, "General, I'm going!"

He was the youngest officer promoted by Zhang Huan. He was named Helou Wuji. He was the grandson of Helou Yurun, a famous general in Anxi. He was only eighteen years old this year, but he had been in the army for three years. He was about to lead 300 warriors disguised as Uighur soldiers into the city to serve as internal support.

Zhang Huan nodded silently, He Lou Wuji turned over the horse, waved his hand, and the three hundred warriors saluted Zhang Huan together on the horse and rode the horse westward. They looked cold, and the cold light on their helmets disappeared into the thick night in a moment.

"Mr. Gao, I'll ask you for everything." Zhang Huan bowed deeply to the accompanying guide. Mr. Gao raised his head and smiled, and rushed to Han's ears eight miles away.

It was not until they all walked away that Zhang Huan turned his horse's head and ran northwest under the escort of several personal soldiers.

Big raindrops fell down one by one, and a bright lightning illuminated the entire sky. In an instant, everything was silent. A thunderbolt sounded above my head, and the pouring rain poured down, and the entire grassland was shrouded in endless *.

On the vast grassland, nearly three thousand Tang troops stood in the storm. There were not enough tents, so they simply did not rush to the end. Both officers and soldiers stood quietly in the rain, as if they were undergoing the test of heaven before the war.

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Hanerduo Bali means the city of emperors in Uighur language. It is located on the banks of the upper reaches of the Orhun River today. Since Guli Peiluo unified the nine tribes in the third year of Tianbao, and joined forces with Basimi, Geluo and other tribes to defeat the Turks, he established the Uighur Yaguan here. In the late Anshi Rebellion, the Uighur Empire began to grow, and Dingli Khan drove hundreds of thousands of slaves from various countries to build cities here.

This is the only city on the grassland, living in it is the Uighur nobles. The huge palace is covered with luxurious Persian carpets, jewelry from Samarkand and porcelain from the Tang Dynasty, and silk is filled with it.

The supreme ruler of the Uighurs, Denli Khan, personally led an army of 300,000 to besiege the Xishoujiang City. He left behind 20,000 troops to protect the city, but more than 10,000 people had been used to urge grain to protect the food. At this moment, there were still 5,000 troops in the city, and together with government affairs, the Prime Minister Lu Jumodagan was fully responsible for handling.

At this moment, he stood in front of the window with a melancholy eyes, staring at the heavy rain and fell into deep thought. Khan had led his army to siege Xishoujiang City for nearly twenty days, but he had been slow to take down the city. He knew that Khan wanted to use this to bargain with the Tang Dynasty and win the greatest benefit.

However, the Uighurs' finances are becoming increasingly difficult. Last year, a drought took away nearly 70% of the Uighurs' livestock. Now it is the time when cattle and sheep give birth to cubs, but almost all the young and strong are taken away. Once the season is missed, this year will be another disaster year.

Lu Jumodagan advocated the reconstruction of the Silk Road and earning profits from transit trade to make up for the losses of last year's drought. His views were supported by pro-business Sogdians, but were firmly opposed by the Uighur nobles and Manichaeists in traditional animal husbandry.

Lu Jumodagan sighed, and his thoughts returned to raising military rations. The 50,000 cattle and sheep that he had just raised had been transported to the Khan in ten batches, but the 50,000 cattle and sheep were still in a bucket of money to the 300,000 army. Lu Jumodagan was very anxious. He had sent his army to various countries in the Western Regions to ask for cattle and sheep, but he didn't know when the news would be heard?

At this time, heavy footsteps came from outside the door, interrupting his thoughts. Then a soldier reported outside, "The Prime Minister, there was news from outside the city that someone found a suspicious army twenty miles away from the northeast!"

"What?" Lu Jumodagan turned around suddenly and said in surprise: "How many people are there?"

"I heard that there are more than a thousand people, dressed like Tang army."

"More than a thousand people!" Lu Jumo Dagan felt slightly relieved. The number of people was not large. It was probably the Tang army's roaming post, and the army in his city was enough to deal with it.

Suddenly, when he remembered something, his face turned pale. The eldest prince Lemoqian and a group of noble children went out to hunt three days ago. It was counting that he would be back in the past two days, but he would never meet them.

Lu Jumodagan could no longer sit still, so he jumped up and said, "Send people out of the city to find it quickly and stop them from returning to the city!"

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The rain fell all night and day, and when the third day approached dawn, the tyrannical rain finally got tired, took back its unbridled indulgence, and returned to its gentle side, becoming thinner and dense, and the clouds in the sky became thinner and fainter, presenting a gray blue smoke.

In a highland about three miles north of Hanerduobali City, hundreds of white tents were densely packed with dense white tents. Some Uighur soldiers were untiing the ropes and preparing to pick them up and return to the city. A few beautiful women stood in front of the curtains and looked up at the sky with a sharp change in the sky and clapping their hands and laughing. The atmosphere was calm and peaceful, full of the vitality unique to the morning.

However, just a few miles away, an army full of murderous aura was coming silently, like a sharp horizontal sword unsheathed.

The horse's hooves trampled across the water-stacked depression, splashing white and bright water. After experiencing the baptism of the storm, the eyes of the Tang soldiers became colder. The sword had been unsheathed, the bow had been skeletoned, and the long spear was held horizontally, as if a group of evil wolves on the grassland rushed towards the flock of sheep two miles away.

As the white tent was getting closer, it was already faintly visible in the rain. Zhang Huan wiped the rain on his face and pointed his long sword to the left and right. More than 2,000 cavalry immediately divided into three teams and surrounded hundreds of tents.

"Kill!" The roar shattered the tranquility of the morning. The shouts of thousands of people penetrated the rain and fog, and it was heard several miles away, alarming the defenders on the city. Some soldiers rolled and crawled to report.

Lu Jumodagan's face turned green. Lemoza was Khan's first heir. If he had any problems, how could he explain to Khan? "Send 3,000 people out of the city to respond quickly, and you must rescue the eldest prince!" Lu Jumodagan shouted repeatedly, but he was still worried and rushed to the city wall to watch the battle himself.

But it was too late, and the ruthless killing was coming to an end. The tent had been trampled by the horse, no longer white, but red, and people were cut down everywhere. The Uighur soldiers wearing armor were in time, the gorgeously dressed noble son, the young woman in the sky was empty, the head, broken arms, and the bloody limbs were covered with pungent fishy smell. The bright red blood soaked the tent, gathering into sticky blood streams, and bubbles continued to rise, slowly flowing towards the grass.

"General, this person claims to be the eldest prince of Hu Chief." Several soldiers pushed a young nobleman in his twenties to stumble in front of Zhang Huanma.

Zhang Huan looked at him and saw that he was short and strong, with small eyes and round face like Zhang Bing, but the clothes he was wearing were very exquisite, and it was actually sewn with Shu brocade. He was not dressed in order at this time and looked very embarrassed, with half a gold medal in his arms.

Zhang Huan used the tip of his knife to pick out the gold medal in his arms. Both sides of the gold medal were engraved with words, one was Turkish and the other was Chinese. It seemed that his official name and name were actually Prince Ye Hu.

"Your name is Lemofeng?"

The young nobleman raised his head proudly and ignored him. Zhang Huan smiled faintly. He didn't care about the other party's attitude. What's important is that he had already obtained the first piece of chips. He immediately turned his head and ordered: "Light!"

A stream of black smoke soared into the sky in the rain and fog. This was the Tang army burning bodies to attract the army in the city, but it seemed that this was no longer necessary. A mile away, a group of three thousand Uighur cavalry was rushing in line.

The 2,500 cavalry Tang army quickly formed a team. They were about to face the most severe test. To take them down, Han'er Duo Bali City was the one in their pocket.

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Chapter completed!