The Bank of China said that he was very familiar with the internal affairs of the Han Dynasty and was very talented and very happy to Junchen Shanyu. Whenever he encountered difficult things, he had to listen to his suggestions. When Junchen Shanyu asked about it at this time, he must have something important to discuss with him.

The Bank of China said that it would send a letter to Zhou Yang to faint. It was embarrassing to say this and it was difficult to talk about it. The ministers remained silent.

"What's wrong with him?" Junchen Shanyu asked again.

"Reporting to the Great Shanyu, Zhongzhang said he was sick." King Yi Zhixie of Zuo Guli had no choice but to answer.

"He is sick? What disease did he have?" Junchen Shanyu was very surprised.

"The Great Shanyu didn't know anything. His letter to Zhou Yang was so scared that he fell ill. He still couldn't afford to get sick. He made his heart hurt all day!" Yi Zhixie replied again.

"Ha ha!"

The performance of Junchen Shanyu was beyond anyone's expectations. The ministers thought he would definitely scold him, but they did not expect that he laughed loudly, making the ministers look like two in the vajra, and they were confused.

"You all heard it! The Han people have only such courage, and they are worthy of being slaves!" Junchen Shanyu laughed and said something that surprised the ministers even more.

Of course, there were timid people among the Han people, but there were also bold ones. For example, Zhou Yang, who could make the Junchen Shanyu vomit blood with a letter, which scared the Zhongxing to say that he could not afford to get sick, which shocked the ministers.

Of course, this can only be thought about in my heart and cannot be said.

Just as the ministers were complaining, the military minister Shanyu had already gone far away and followed him hurriedly.

Junchen Shanyu did not go anywhere else, but went to the tabernacle mentioned by the Bank of China. The tabernacle mentioned by the Bank of China was next to the king's tent, which was to facilitate Junchen Shanyu to ask him to discuss matters.

It was soon arrived, and Junchen Shanyu plunged in, and saw Zhongxingshang's face pale without a trace of blood, as if he had been buried in the soil. He shrank into a ball, covered his chest with his hands tightly, and kept moaning, as if a knife was cutting through his heart.

"Zhongxing said!" Junchen Shanyu shouted loudly.

"Big Chanyu!" Zhongxing said that it seemed like it was burning its butt. It jumped up, its hands drooped, and hurriedly bowed: "My servant Zhongxing said that he had seen the Big Chanyu!"

Junchen Shanyu waved his hand and asked, "You sent Zhou Yang a letter to you so scared that you were sick and your heart hurts, right?"

"The Great Shanyu's clarification!" When I think of this, the Zhongxing said it was not a good thing. It was obvious that the letter was written to Shanyu, but when he looked at the handwriting on it, it turned into a sharp sword, and my heart hurt from then on.

As for the whole story, the Bank of China is really not clear. After thinking about it, maybe he was a Han Chinese, and he was willing to be a slave to the Shanyu, so he was uneasy!

After all, he was born in Han.

In addition to this statement, the Bank of China said that it is really impossible to find the cause of heartache.

"You are heartbroken! You are a Han Chinese. When you suddenly see letters from Han Chinese, you are scared!" Junchen Shanyu looked like a shrewd doctor, and his tiger eyes swept around the middle school: "If your illness cannot be cured, my Shanyu will treat you."

"How should the Great Shanyu be treated?" Zhongxing said that he was a little familiar with medical skills, but he tried it himself, but it was useless. He covered his heart and gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

"This is easy to cure!" Junchen Shanyu's golden scepter smashed down heavily and hit Zhongxing's back.

The Bank of China said that it was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground. He looked at Junchen Shanyu in shock, and was extremely puzzled: "Da Shanyu, why do you want to beat a slave?"

"Does it still hurt?" Junchen Shanyu asked.

"It hurts! The back hurts." Zhongxing said, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, trying to speak as smoothly as possible.

"I Shanyu asked if your heart still hurts?" Junchen Shanyu turned the golden scepter in his hand and asked with some malicious intentions.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!" Zhongxing said that he finally understood. If he said it didn't hurt, Junchen Shanyu would definitely beat him, so he had to say something ignorant and lie.

"It's good if it doesn't hurt." Junchen Shanyu was very satisfied and nodded slightly: "Ben Shanyu has made up his mind and immediately raises troops south to attack the Han Dynasty. This time, Ben Shanyu mobilized 500,000 troops and must flatten the Han Dynasty! You, Ben Shanyu's loyal slave, give me a good idea!"

"I, I... hurts so much!" Zhonghang stuttered for a few words, covered his chest, and slowly fell to the ground, his face pale and twitched.

From then on, the Bank of China said that it had a problem of heartache. No matter whether it was sunny or rainy or strong winds and thunder, it would hurt, and there would be no better day.

The Bank of China, who had enough torture, said that "the traitor cannot be deemed to be punished by God."

The Bank of China said that the originator of traitors only started with him!
Chapter completed!