Zhao Shi looked at Buyan Xiban for a long time before saying, "I asked you before, what are your plans to return to the grassland? It seems that this is your plan?"

Buyan Xiban clenched his fists. He felt his hands and feet numb. He had already thought about the words he had discussed with others many times, and at this time he seemed to have forgotten them all.

Fear and anxiety were entangled, like trees and vines, unable to separate them. The courage disappeared like snow and sunlight under the not-so-severe gaze, so fast that it seemed that they all slipped away inadvertently.

He didn't dare to hesitate any more, he mustered up his last courage and raised his head, "Uncle, you promised my aunt..."

He didn't know that he looked like a child who was wronged and had to be scolded by his elders, with a little stubbornness, but the rest was probably only fear and uneasiness.

Zhao Shi held a smile on his lips and shook his head gently. He didn't feel disappointed. In his eyes, Buyan Xiban was indeed a child. He had never experienced enough storms, was blinded by hatred, and even had no ambitions. His personality was similar to his father, weak and lacked decision.

The so-called kings of the Tatars, the descendants of the holy wolf, and the so-called noble bloodline are not the fundamental basis for a person's success or failure, because this is a chaotic world, especially on the grassland, where wolves are wandering, tigers are spying on, and the jungle law that eliminates the weak and keeps the strong has never been as clear and harsh as it is now.

Although Buyan Xiban grew up on the grassland since childhood, to be honest, he did not experience enough blowing of the north wind on the grassland. If he was put on the grassland like this, he would definitely be torn to pieces in the near future. In fact, in his opinion, the Tatars needed a strong and powerful leader to restore their glory, just like the Genghis Khan who is soaring northeast now.

The young Buyan Xiban obviously could not bear this responsibility, but it also met his expectations. The Han Dynasty never needed a grassland tribe that was strong enough to threaten itself. Even if Buyan Xiban was his wife's nephew, it would not be possible, because he did not want to cut off the other party's head in the near future.

"Don't remind me, I'm not old enough to forget what I've said..."

Zhao Shi waved his hand and interrupted Buyan Xiban's words. He then said, "When you come back this time, you should bring back a lot of people..., right?"

Buyan Xiban nodded with a blushing face. In front of this uncle, his failure to advance and retreat was so obvious that he thought in humiliation that if one day, he could be strong enough...

As if he saw his thoughts, Zhao Shi narrowed his eyes and did not let his contempt show his contempt, but said, "Well, the tribes or slaves. That's what it should be called on the grassland. You already have some tribes, which is great, but how are they living? Are they all very... Thank you?"

"You didn't ask them how they got through these years?"

Buyan Xiban's palms were covered in sweat. He could not control his tension well. He could only answer according to Zhao Shi's words: "They have been very bad in recent years... They... heard that I am back. So they are willing to follow me. Many people want to follow me to build a powerful tribe..."

Zhao Shi smiled, Buyan Xiban clenched his fists, and finally looked directly at Zhao Shi and said, "Does my uncle doubt their loyalty? Or do you think Buyan Xiban can't build a powerful tribe at all?"

Zhao Shi did not avoid his gaze, but stared at his eyes and said, "So, you can be rude to me, hey, talk to me with the identity of King Khan, right?"

Buyan Xiban's face turned pale and his body shuddered. This was something he and Lao Tazan had not expected. It was just a manner, but it caused Zhao Shi to question so harshly, as if he had made a huge mistake. He was a little confused and didn't know where he was wrong.

Zhao Shi leaned back and then said, "You have never thought about what I said to you before you left. You are tired, so you should go back and think about it carefully... Tatars..."

Zhao Shi smiled and shook his head, "Maybe someone has told you something, what is the Jurchens, what is the Khitans, what is the Naiman tribe? How they treat you, so the Han people will be the same. So, in the future, we must be careful of the Han people and can no longer be obedient to the Jin people. Think about it yourself, isn't this ridiculous?"

Zhao Shi waved his hand and did not intend to continue talking, because he didn't know what was going on the grassland now and what was the situation of the Tatars, so this conversation was destined to have no clear result.

"Come here, prepare a banquet. I want to entertain guests from afar and let Mu Huali come and accompany him..."

He turned his head to look at Buyan Xiban, who was a little lost, and said with a smile: "No matter what, go back and think about it carefully. I am your uncle. Will you still ruin you... Don't think about it, let me meet your subordinates later and see if they are as loyal as you said."

Buyan Xiban forced a smile and nodded. His mind was now in a mess and he really needed to sort out his thoughts.

But it is undeniable that this uncle is like a towering mountain, which makes him afraid at all times. He can't help but imitate the other person in many places, but even if it is imitation, it is a failed imitation. He never thought that if he could climb this mountain, he could only look up at the foot of the mountain, envy, jealousy, or admire, admire, and so on in his heart.

Now, for the first time he wanted to take a step and embark on the mountaineering road, he was poured on his head and felt a sense of sensation.

Soon, the banquet was held, and there was no change in the place. The main hall was big enough, and now there were fewer people reporting back and forth, and when the general met, no one would disturb him.

At a moment, the leaders of the Tatar tribes with different appearances were invited. Mu Huali's hair was still wet, obviously bathing, but he rushed over immediately. Seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and murderous aura flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he did not think that these dirty and humble guys were qualified to sit in front of the general and drink. That was the glory that only the Khan King would have...

Sitting there was really like a mountain, the Han general, and the luxurious halls and the fierce soldiers standing outside, everything made the Tatars feel sincerely awe.

The Tatars began to greet each other in chaos. Some were promising and expressed enough respect and respect, while others performed the standard etiquette of the Tatars meeting guests. This was a bit confident.

Zhao Shi sat upright with an expressionless face, as if he was seeing his ministers, majestic and not offensive. His deep eyes passed by the Tatars one by one, and everyone who was seen would involuntarily bend down to express his humility.

Mu Huali stared at these guys. He suddenly remembered that when he first went to Wanggu's tribe, in front of everyone, a Tatarist company had mocked the Mongols' dirty boots and stomped the Tatars' wool blankets. He couldn't help but think in his heart that these lowly guys were arrogant and rude, and they must find a chance to get out and slaughter the most rude guy, so that these guys knew how stupid and unforgivable it was to offend the majesty of the great commander...

Buyan Xiban introduced Zhao Shi one by one. The names of the Tatars are not easy to remember, and Zhao Shi does not need to remember so many names.

The embarrassing situation of the Tatars is already visible in their outfits. The people here are all leaders of tribes of all sizes, but they are dressed like beggars on the streets of Datong. They all have bald foreheads and braids on the back. Don’t imagine them as the Tatars of later generations. They are more like a group of savages, and most of them are made of strands from their loose hair and braided together.

"This is Erla, the son of the other station. Do you still remember the Grandmaster?"

Zhao Shi looked at the Tatar man lying on the ground in front of him, thought about it for a moment, and finally smiled, nodded and said, "How could you not remember, is it okay for your father to stop working? I remember you have a sister, right? If it weren't for you, I might have gone to see your god."

He spoke Mongolian, and all the Tatars looked at him in surprise. Will the powerful Han leader actually speak Mongolian?

Although the languages ​​of each tribe on the grassland are different, most of them come from the Turkic language family and there are not many changes. This Mongolian language from later generations can still be used. When Zhao Shi went to the grassland, he said this.

Most of the people were confused, but envy was natural. Most people thought to themselves that the gods were above, Erle was really blessed by the gods and saved the life of such a noble person. No wonder the descendants of the Holy Wolf were so kind and respectful to him, but... When did this happen? Has the noble and unimaginable person in front of him even been to the grassland?

At this time, Erla's eyes were red and he choked and said, "You still remember us... but my father and sister have already gone to the gods and will never come back. Otherwise, they will definitely kneel down in front of you and kiss your boots with joy..."

(I went to Jiangxue Bar and it was indeed incomparable to the book review area. There were so many people there. After that, I thought, no, brothers, all of them are watching pirated versions?)
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