sjar Chapter 444 Shaman
Chapter 444 Shaman
About two months later, the shaman from Mobei was escorted by the dark group to the vicinity of Chongzhou Pass.
It was also at this time that Mobei King Haibieji realized that there were people planted by Prince Zhenguo operating right under his nose.
For a moment she didn't know whether to be relieved or angry.
She was thankful that she had never thought of harming Jiang An; but she was angry that as a king, her every move and every decision were actually under the prying eyes of other people!
In the cold winter of November, Jiang An led a team of light cavalry and waited within the border.
The little girl was not wearing military uniform, but a sky-blue brocade skirt with dark embroidery patterns and a fox fur cloak. She looked like a blooming flower against the black and white world.
Behind him, eight hundred light cavalry stood solemnly.
Jiang An looked towards the Mobei territory, watching the team of people escorting the shaman, composed of the Mobei Army and the secret group guards, getting closer and closer in the wind and snow.
"I hope he has some real skills..."
Zhenglu and the others were standing behind the little girl and heard what she said clearly.
"The King of Mobei has personally guaranteed this, and our people have also checked it out. This shaman does have some skills."
"Jiang An!"
As the group of people approached, a man wearing a cloak and whose face could not be seen clearly on one of the war horses called out the little girl's name.
This familiar voice... this arrogant attitude...
Jiang An suddenly chuckled and said teasingly: "You are a good king. You sneaked to the border when you have nothing to do!"
Why, there is no business to deal with in the palace?
Haibieji reached out and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his stunning face.
She smiled slyly and blinked her amorous eyes at the little girl, "I heard that you came to greet me personally, so I came here specially to meet you."
She clapped her hands lightly, and the red gold chains on her hands swayed, dancing gracefully in the blazing sunlight.
Soon, several barefoot teenagers walked out from behind the team.
They knelt on one knee and performed the Mobei salute to Jiang An and Hai Beiji.
Haibieji pointed at them and said, "My new slaves, how are they? Are they good-looking?"
Look at these, strong bodies, pretty faces~
The little girl looked at each face and gave her a very pertinent answer, "Not bad."
So she came here just to show off these handsome men to me?
Behind her, Zheng Yan and others looked at each other in shock.
What is good?!
This can’t be bad!
Several people glared at the King of Mobei, "You are corrupting my young lady!"
Haibieji was totally unaware and laughed loudly on horseback, "I knew it!"
There is no ugly person around this little ancestor!
She waved her hand and said, "This is for you!"
"Eh?"
Jiang An was rarely confused.
Haibieji shrugged and said, "You will be coming of age in two years, so it's normal to send you a few people."
"It's both pleasing to the eyes and useful for moving bricks!"
How great it is to be able to be a Daji in literature and a handyman in martial arts!
When she was twelve years old, she had five or six slaves around her.
They took care of everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation. Those days~
The little girl opened her eyes slightly, a little surprised.
No wonder you could become a king. You must have known how to exploit your subordinates when you were a teenager!
Seeing that these slaves were about to cross the border line, Jiang An quickly spoke out to stop them.
"Wait a minute!"
The little girl said seriously, "If I bring them back to the palace today, I won't be the one to be chopped into pieces anyway."
Several slaves looked at each other blankly, then all looked at their king.
That pitiful look seemed to be saying: I'm so useful, and you're willing to let us be chopped into pieces?
Anyway, this is how Haibieji understood it~
What a waste of natural resources!
Really are…
Haibieji waved his hand, signaling them to come back.
She was like a child who failed to share good things. She rolled her eyes at the little girl and muttered, "You are such an unlucky little girl!"
She would never admit that she was deliberately taking revenge because Prince Zhenguo had planted spies under her nose.
That's right!
She never thought of leading the little girl astray!
"Okay, okay..."
Haibieji had a horse brought to Jiang An.
"Here, the shaman you wanted."
The old man sitting on the horse was wearing a wooden mask, colorful linen clothes, and holding a scepter in his hand. The top of the scepter was inlaid with a human skull.
His body was covered with ancient tattoos from head to toe. No one knew what the meaning of each pattern and symbol was, and it made people feel cautious when looking at them.
Jiang An looked at it carefully for a long time and asked Hai Bieji, "Can he speak Southern Business dialect?"
Haibieji slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot about this!"
"The shamans have been wandering in the grasslands of Mobei and Cangmo. They can't speak or understand the Southern Shang language."
The little girl's mouth twitched, and she pointed at the slaves beside her, "Do you still want to say that these slaves can speak Nanshang dialect?"
Haibieji leaned forward, not embarrassed that his plan had been discovered. Instead, he looked at Jiang An with admiration.
"How clever! You are worthy of being my friend!"
Jiang An was speechless. Thank you, my bad friend!
In the end, she had no choice but to return to Chongzhou City with the slaves and shamans.
"Old fox!"
"Where's the old fox?"
The little girl pushed open the door of the study and strode in with big strides, feeling the wind and snow on her body as she returned from a long journey.
Hu Yan, who was playing chess, did not turn around, but just said: "This little ancestor is here, I'm afraid this game of chess will never be finished!"
Jiang Jichen put down the black piece and said, "It's okay. I'll continue tomorrow after I finish diagnosing the disease."
Hu Yan raised his eyebrows, "Your Majesty, are you sure it's not because you're about to lose the game?"
The prince remained calm and stood up, "I am the prince..."
Can't you give me some face!
Speaking of which, Jiang Jichen was taught chess by Hu Yan. When he first started learning, this powerful prince regretted his moves many times.
Hu Yan also stood up, "Okay, you are the prince, you have the final say!"
"What are you two doing?"
The little girl approached, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Oh, forget about that!"
She pulled Hu Yan up and said, "I have picked up the shaman from Mobei. Go and have a look!"
In the Zhaixing Courtyard, Jiang Jichen had a dark face and pointed at the slave beside the shaman, "What is this?"
Borrow one, get one free?
He had worked so hard to grow these cabbages, but where did this damn wild boar come from?
Jiang An touched the tip of his nose and said, "What could this be? A human~"
"Haibieji knew that you deployed a secret group in Mobei, so he sent them here specifically for revenge."
The girl has been fighting with her for several years and is very experienced in dealing with this person's pettiness!
"This shaman only knows the Mobei tribal language, so we can use them as an interpreter."
Jiang An brought Hu Yan to the shaman and asked, "Can you cure him?"
The shaman's cloudy eyes fell on Hu Yan's cold face, and he stretched out his dry branch-like hand to touch his face.
Hu Yan instinctively wanted to hide. He really didn't like this kind of touch, especially from a stranger he had never met before.
The shaman said a lot of gibberish, and no one could understand what he was saying.
The slave beside him said, "The shaman told you not to resist. He just wants to help you."
"You're...dying."