Chapter Five Hundred and Eleven The Ambassador from Dongzhou
In December of the ninth year of Jian'an, in the palace of Yamatai, Dongzhou.
The extreme cold in the past few years has frozen to death countless people under Yamatai's rule, and they are also facing the threat of the Dog Slave Kingdom next door. It is really difficult to survive in the country due to internal and external troubles.
In the main hall, many civil and military officials from Yamatai were gathered, there were almost forty in total.
Sitting at the top of the hall is a woman. She has a graceful figure and wears a scarf. Although her cheeks cannot be seen, her beautiful eyes alone attract the attention of men from the island country.
The woman's name is Himihu, and she is the king of Yamatai Kingdom.
The hall seemed a bit depressing, and the situation they had recently faced had deteriorated quite quickly.
Seeing that no one spoke, Nan Shengmi was the first to speak: "Queen, the Dog Slave Kingdom came to invade our border again while we were hiding from the severe cold. Now many towns in the south are crumbling, and I'm afraid they won't be able to survive for long."
"Humph! Two villains working together to deal with me." Himihu's voice was cold, but with a hint of helplessness.
"If the situation continues to deteriorate like this, we may have to lose a large area of land."
"Then tell me, what should we do?"
Nan Shengmi thought for a moment, and then said what she had been thinking about for a long time: "Back to Your Majesty, this summer, some fishermen said they saw a huge fleet in the sea."
"Fleet?" Hemihu was stunned when he heard this, then leaned forward slightly and asked: "Which fleet is it?"
"The fisherman said they were written by Han Chinese, but he didn't know the meaning of those words."
Beimihu frowned slightly and said: "I heard earlier that the Han Dynasty was caught in civil strife and might fall apart. How can we organize a huge fleet?" However, no matter how chaotic the land is, these countries in the island country will never
I dare not have any thoughts about it. The gap between them and the princes of the Central Plains is really too big now.
"This is what I want to say." Nan Shengmi bowed respectfully and then continued: "If such a huge fleet really appears, it means that the big man has either recovered as before, or another one has been born.
A powerful government!"
Himihu almost understood it, and she asked: "You mean, go to the Han to seek their help?"
"Exactly!"
"But will they help us?"
"The Han Dynasty has always been willing to help the weak. If we sincerely ask for help, they should help us, right?"
Although it feels like there is little hope, there is really no better way now.
After thinking for a moment, Himihu looked at Nanshengmi and said, "Then who do you think is better to go to Dahan?"
Nan Shengmi bowed respectfully and saluted again: "Since I proposed it, I will naturally go there! If you can't invite a big man to help, I will kill myself to thank Your Majesty!"
Yamatai is originally composed of more than thirty small countries or villages, and the interior is not monolithic.
If the defeat continues like this, it is inevitable that some unsteady villages will seek refuge in the Dog Slave Kingdom.
But Himihu is still a little worried: "A celestial country like the Han Dynasty is really willing to help a small country like us?"
Nan Shengmi replied: "Your Majesty, the situation is critical right now. Only by taking dangerous measures can we find a glimmer of hope! At that time, we can offer some slaves, treasures, and tablecloths. I think it should be able to express our sincerity and invite the big man.
Thank you for your help."
Nan Shengmi persuaded her earnestly, but at the same time, she also felt in her heart, "We have all given out our most precious things. The people of the Han Dynasty will definitely like it very much!"
Himihu frowned and looked around at the ministers below.
No one of them stood up to object or put forward other opinions. It seemed that they had already reached a consensus secretly.
"That's all, let's just follow your opinion." Himihu had no better way to get out of the current predicament, so she could only follow Nan Shengmi's suggestion and said: "Go and choose five male slaves and ten female slaves.
"People, take two pieces of cloth, two feet long, and send them to the Han Dynasty."
When Himihu said this, there was an obvious expression of pain on his face.
She was still a little worried, fearing that these "heavy treasures" would be lost or robbed along the way, so she repeatedly warned: "The journey to the Han Dynasty from the west is difficult and full of difficulties. I am not worried about you going alone, so I will let the city Niu Li follow.
Together, you take care of each other!"
Nan Shengmi knew that the queen was afraid that he would be involved in the "heavy treasure" and run away, but he believed that he was dedicated to the country and was magnanimous, so he accepted it calmly: "Let the queen arrange it!"
The tenth year of Jian'an, the end of February.
Ups and downs in the sea, difficult to get rice through many life and death tests, Urban Niu Li and his group of more than 20 people, after losing one male slave and three female slaves, finally set foot on the land of Guangling County, Qingzhou.
As soon as they set foot on Nanshengmi, Du Shi Niu Li and others in Guangling County, they were caught by the county soldiers.
They tried their best to reveal their identities and intentions, and then the county soldiers escorted them to Guangling County.
Outside Guangling County, looking at the majestic and majestic Guangling City not far away, which is four to five feet high, it's hard to raise rice. The group of refugees in the city Niu Li were stunned.
Although they had tried their best to imagine the power and prosperity of Han Dynasty, the county in front of them still far exceeded their imagination.
Urban Niu Li asked softly in Nan Shengmi's ear: "How many lives do you think it would take to capture such a city?!"
Nan Shengmi glanced at Urban Niu Li and said in a low voice: "I advise you not to have other thoughts, otherwise we won't know how we died."
Urban Niu Li smacked his lips and said: "I don't have any bad intentions, I just think this city is a bit too exaggerated. I'm afraid this is already one of the most powerful cities in the Han Dynasty."
The guards next to them also nodded in unison, thinking: "It should be one of the most powerful cities in the Han Dynasty. After all, it is really big and tall!"
The militiamen entered the city with Nan Shengmi and his party.
The people along the way looked at these "beggars" curiously, shaking their heads and discussing, "Oh, look at these refugees, they are really evil!"
"Yes, not only is he skinny, but he is also stunted. He must have fled from Koto or somewhere."
"Prime Minister Cao and Lu Qiaoqi are still kind to us! Oh, and of course, Your Majesty!"
The voices of the people next to me were relatively soft. Although I knew some Chinese, I was not very proficient in it, so I couldn't understand what they were saying.
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When Nan Shengmi, Urban Niu Li, and their guards and entourage looked down at their robes, which were regarded as the best in the country, they couldn't help but feel a little bitter in their hearts. What they called the best was not as good as those on the street.
The clothes worn by those common people are of good quality and come in many varieties.
It’s so difficult!
Only then did Nan Shengmi and others realize that how could the small country of Doumi compare with the mighty man?
Nan Shengmi's face suddenly became a little ugly, because he thought of a very serious problem: "The tablecloth is the highest-grade cloth in Yamatai, but compared with the big Han people, it seems to be useless! And the Han people have a large population.
How can these slaves of theirs attract each other's attention?"
The treasure is no longer valuable, so can we still ask for help from the big man?
At this moment, Nan Shengmi felt a sense of despair.