"Second, you eat slowly, there are outsiders watching."
"Mendu, please try it quickly. This meat pie is so delicious. This is the best food I have ever eaten."
Yoshimonto sighed helplessly, glanced at Emiya opposite, and asked warily: "How did you discover our traces?"
Wei Gong picked up the wine pot, and the warm sorghum wine exuded a mellow aroma.
Ji Rimendu's straight nose twitched slightly, and those sharp eyes suddenly gained a touch of human greed.
Naturally, this scene could not escape Emiya's observation, so he raised the wine bottle high, aimed at the wine bowl and tilted it down.
Boom, the rich aroma of wine lingered in everyone's noses, and plump hops emerged from the wine bowls, shining brightly under the light of the oil lamp.
"Girl, why do you have to ask this? I am a man with eyes all over the world. Wei has been waiting for you for a long time since you decided to go south."
Emiya pushed the wine bowl towards Yoshimonzu and said with a smile: "This wine is a bit strong, please don't choke, girl."
As he said that, Emiya picked up a bowl of wine and drank it in large gulps, feeling suddenly filled with pride.
Yoshinoto had always regarded himself as a man, so hearing Emiya call him "girl" made him feel unhappy.
At this time, she had already coveted the Han people's fine wine, so she just took the opportunity to drink it to relieve her depression.
"Humph, it's just a bowl of wine. Who do you, a pretty boy, look down on?" Ji Rimen responded in somewhat unstandardized Chinese.
He picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.
"Well, cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Wei Gong laughed loudly and joked: "I have reminded you, but you still go your own way. Is this the proudest daughter of Jiri Batu, the first warrior of the Northern Huns? Wei looks up to you."
"Ahem..."
Yoshimon's face was red with embarrassment, he looked at Emiya in shock and anger, and shouted sweetly: "Do you know me?"
Wei Gong nodded slightly and said: "Three months ago at the Beiyuan Autumn Hunting Conference, you disguised yourself as a man and won the leader. Not only were you good at bow and horse, but your sword skills were also passed down by Jiri Batu. All the herdsmen were saying, Jiri Batu."
The gates are all the most beautiful Ulan Subud on the grassland.”
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Yoshimon's expression was tense, but at the end, he became a little embarrassed, because Emiya suddenly took out a hairpin.
The five Hun women in the room were stunned for a moment at the same time.
Wei Gong didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, so he just followed Wei Cheng's instructions and placed a hairpin inlaid with red pearls in front of Jiri Mendu and said: "It's a small thought, I hope you like it."
Jirimon covered his mouth and his face was as red as a ripe tomato.
Next to her, Aruna, the Hun princess, had her mouth full. At this moment, she even forgot to chew and stared blankly at the hairpin.
Compared with the silver jewelry worn by the Huns every day, this hairpin is at the top of the times in terms of material and craftsmanship.
Of course, although the hairpin looks good, it is not the main point in Aruna's opinion.
The focus is on the fiery red pearl.
Ulan Subud, which means: red pearl, is the highest praise the herdsmen give to Jirimendu.
And if a man gives Jirimendu a pearl as a gift, it will be regarded as a proposal of marriage.
In particular, there is an extremely precious red pearl. This is the best proof of a man's firmness of mind. After all, he can even give such a rare and precious gift to his sweetheart. What else can express his true feelings better than this!
"Mendu??" Aruna and the other girls looked at Jiri Mendu who was blushing.
Compared to Aruna, although Jirimendu is not pretty and cute, she has a sharp heroic spirit, with thin cheeks, a high bridge of nose, deep eye sockets, and slightly wrinkled eyebrows as heroic as mountains and rivers.
Everyone looked at the hairpin in front of them, a little at a loss.
Hearing Aruna's voice, she came back to her senses as if awakening from a dream, took a look at the hairpin, clenched her silver teeth and put it into her arms.
At this time, Aruna and the other girls screamed in surprise.
Aruna grabbed Jiri Mendu's shoulders and asked: "Mendu, if you do this, what will I, Aha (brother) do?"
Jirimen pursed his lips tightly, and after a long silence, he said, "I'm sorry Aruna, I have to be responsible for my people."
Emiya: "???"
Seeing that they seemed to be quarreling over the hairpin he gave them, Emiya looked confused.
Poor Uncle Wei Wen didn't know that he had been tricked by his most trusted second brother.
Seeing the gifts from Jiri Mendu, he was already thinking about how to win over the most powerful warrior of the Northern Huns, Jiri Batu.
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The next day.
Wei Gong took his two daughters to Honglu Temple, found his fifth uncle Wei Zhu, and explained the situation.
Knowing that Wei Cheng intended to win over the Xiongnu warrior Batu and create conflicts within the Xiongnu, Wei Zhao made decisive suggestions.
"What does Fifth Uncle mean by giving preferential treatment to Jiri Mendu and deliberately neglecting the Hun Princess Aruna?"
Wei Wei nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I am a big man who is good at martial arts. This Jiri Mendu is the first-class master of the Northern Huns. She is also the most beloved daughter of Jiri Batu, the first warrior of the Northern Huns. Treating her well is like a first-class master."
This signal is also a good way to create conflicts."
Emiya nodded thoughtfully, then frowned and said, "But if I treat her well, why should I put aside everything and go play with her myself?"
Wei Yan raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Don't you like her? Uncle Wu is here to help you!"
"Am I attracted to her?" Emiya opened her mouth and pointed at her nose, her eyes speechless.
Wei Yan said with a smile: "You are not young anymore. It is normal to have a woman you like. Although she is a Huns woman, my fifth uncle supports you, so you can pursue her with confidence. Being a concubine is not bad, hahaha."
"What the hell?" Emiya was speechless.
Seeing his confused look, Wei Yan frowned and said, "Gong'er, don't you know what the hairpin you gave me means?"
Emiya nodded matter-of-factly, "I really don't know, but my second brother asked me to give it to him, saying it would be of great use to win over Jiri Batu."
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"yes."
Wei Yan looked at Wei Gong with a strange look on his face. After a long time, he suddenly laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay. It seems that your second brother has high hopes for you."
Emiya: "..."
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The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Hedong, Anyi.
City North Guards Station.
Headed by Tian Feng, followed by several stewards, they walked into the meeting hall with solemn expressions.
Everyone who was originally noisy in the hall fell silent for a moment, and stood up and bowed with fists in their hands, not daring to neglect.
Tian Feng glanced at the tall figure at the head, and then a smile appeared on his serious face.
"Long time no see, Chief Jiri."
The tall figure clenched his fists and brushed his chest, saluted respectfully, and said, "We haven't seen you for three years. Mr. Tian is no longer what he used to be. You might as well call me Batu."
Tian Feng chuckled lightly, walked up to the Grand Master's chair and sat down.
"Please take a seat."
"Thank you."
Tian Feng looked at Jiri Batu and asked with a smile: "Brother Batu suddenly came to our guard station in the north of the city, but something went wrong with the placement?"
The next few stewards frowned and looked at Jiri Batu and the others in confusion.
In order to accommodate them, the health center has mobilized a large amount of manpower and material resources. If there is still dissatisfaction, the lion will open his mouth.
Fortunately, Jiri Batu stood up and said, "Mr. Tian misunderstood. I came here today. Firstly, I want to thank Mr. Wei for finding and treating my useless daughter well. Secondly, I have something to ask for, and I hope Mr. Tian can travel with me."
It’s convenient.”
"Your beloved's matter is just a casual task. Brother Batu, let's talk about the second matter."
Jiri Batu stroked his chest again and bowed, and then said: "It's like this. Previously, I received the favor of several brothers from the Longshan Army and was given a medicine called Snow Wolf Cream, which can prevent and treat frostbite."
Hearing this, Tian Feng stretched out his hand to interrupt him, and said with a smile: "Brother Batu is too ignorant. Although this thing is expensive, since it is brother Batu who wants it, I can make the decision and give you a few bottles. It doesn't matter."
"Thank you, uh..."
Jiri Batu was overjoyed and was about to thank him when he was suddenly pushed.
He looked back and met the dissatisfied gaze of Zuoxian King (Prince) An Luo.
An Luo glared at him, took a step forward, stroked his chest and said, "Mr. Tian..."
Tian Feng frowned, looked at Zuoxian Wang Anluo, and asked with a displeased look: "Who are you? Didn't the Chanyu teach you etiquette, respect, and inferiority? Didn't you see that I am having a big meeting with Batu?"
Does the leader speak?”
"Big boss?"
An Luo sneered, walked up to Jiri Batu, and said loudly: "I am the heir to the Beiyuan royal family, Zuoxian Wang An Luo. Compared with Mr. Tian's so-called big leader, I think I am more qualified to talk to Mr. Tian, don't you?"
When Tian Feng heard this, he exclaimed in exaggeration, and at the same time cast an inquiring look at Jiri Batu.
I saw a trace of murderous intent flashing in Jiri Batu's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself and hid it. He stroked his chest and said, "Indeed, Your Highness An Luo is my next Shanyu in Beiyuan."
Tian Feng felt happy in his heart. He looked at the triumphant An Luo with great interest and said in a flattering tone: "I didn't expect that His Highness King Zuo Xian came in person, so I was so far away. I'm sorry, sorry, snow wolf ointment, right? Tian
I can't even take it out..."
Tian Feng's conversation suddenly changed. He had just mentioned that he wanted to send a few bottles of Jiri Batu, but now he didn't.
An Luo frowned and said, "What do you mean by Mr. Tian? This ointment is for Shan Yu's request. Is Mr. Tian really gone?"
Tian Feng sneered and said: "Why, His Highness King Zuo Xian has a hard time hearing? He said no, but he doesn't."
An Luo gritted his teeth angrily, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.
At this time, a middle-aged man behind An Luo bowed his hands in the manner of a Han Confucian scholar and said, "Mr. Tian, please forgive me. If Your Highness King Zuo Xian offends you, Shan Yu will definitely punish him personally after he returns."
"Yes, please be magnanimous, Mr. Tian, and give me the magic medicine."
"Sir, please be magnanimous and give me the magic medicine."
Behind Zuoxian Wang Anluo, including Jiri Batu, all bowed and saluted. They all represented their respective tribes and forces.
Don't think that only the Han people fight among themselves every day, and there is no distinction between aristocratic families and family status.
In fact, the various tribes on the grasslands, which are slave societies themselves, have never stopped having internal disputes.
Seeing that everyone was respectful to a Han man, Zuoxian Wang Anluo's face turned white and blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he pointed angrily at Jiri Batu and others, and smoke filled his orifices.
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at the same time.
Satellite City No. 19, twenty miles outside Anyi City.
The New Year is approaching, and various satellite cities have also begun to distribute New Year's benefits.
Satellite City No. 19 is a newly established new city, and more than half of the population are newly arrived barbarians.
Among them, there are two largest tribes, the northern Xiongnu tribe led by Shanyu's two younger brothers, and the 100,000 Xiongnu cavalry who went south this time. Thirty thousand of them are from the Jiri tribe and obey the orders of the big leader Jiri Batu.
Bang~
"You don't know whether to live or die. This is silk that only the royal family can enjoy. Do you people in the Jiri tribe want to rebel?"
The two women were holding a piece of silk they had received. They were excited to go home and share their joy, but they didn't want to be kicked down halfway.
The residents in this neighborhood are all newly arrived barbarians, and half of them are from the Jiribe tribe.
As soon as the woman was kicked down, several young men from the Yoshiri tribe stood up.
"Brother Lunluo, what are you doing? Why are you attacking people from my Jiri tribe?"
"I think they are just looking for trouble. They steal our new cloth and beat our people."
"Return the cloth and apologize to Erma. She is Jiri Batu's biological sister."
"Yes, apologize, apologize quickly."
More and more pedestrians gathered on the street, and the faces of those guys with royal family backgrounds showed solemn expressions.
At this moment, seven or eight men came on horseback, and the leader whipped those who blocked the road.
"Go away, are your Yoshiri tribe going to rebel?"
Seeing the visitor, the originally aggressive Jiri tribe members looked at each other in shock, and all of them remained silent.
The few people who were surrounded by the crowd suddenly found the backbone, pushed away the crowd, and ran over with silk in their arms.
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"silk!"
The visitor frowned, looked at the woman in the crowd, and shouted: "Take her back and punish her accordingly."
"this……"
The knight behind him looked troubled, and stepped forward to remind him: "Fujimu Zhen, one of those two people is Jiri Batu's sister, and the other is his woman. If we just take them back like this, Jiri Batu will be blamed...
"
"What, you mean, people in Jiri Batu can wear silk?"
"I, that's not what I meant."
"It's okay if it's not."
Fujiki Mako said in a deep voice to the hesitant people: "You remember, relying on the Han people is just a temporary measure. After the winter, the Chanyu will lead us to wash away our shame. You just need to wait, but absolutely
Do not despise the royal authority."
"Yes." Several people lowered their heads and sighed in their hearts.
Fujikizhen looked at the Yoshihide people again and shouted angrily: "Don't you Yoshihide people be blinded by the Han people? It's just some food and cloth that prevent you from finding the north?"
Fujiki snorted coldly, pointed at the two women and continued to speak.
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "We are being blinded, but what about you? The clothes you are wearing were not given by the Han people? Your leather boots and riding crop were not given by the Han people? The delicacies you ate for lunch were not given by the Han people.
?Why can you enjoy it with peace of mind, but as long as we touch it, we are rebelling and being blinded?"
The people in the Jiribei looked at each other and quickly spontaneously protected the two women behind them.
When Fujiki saw this, he waved his riding crop and was about to hit him.
But when he raised his hand, he couldn't bring it down. A huge force came from his wrist, causing him pain to let go of the riding crop.
Fujiki looked back, his face turned pale with fright, "Ji, Ji Ri Batu!"