Jiang Fan raised his head and looked towards the high platform.
A stocky and strong man like the stars holding the moon, this person must be the leader of the four kings of the grassland - King Zuo Xian, Du Meng.
Seeing that the other person was also looking at him, Jiang Fan smiled casually, walked up to the high platform, and faced the man three feet away.
"King Xiaoyao, Jiang Fan?" Although his Chinese accent was a bit strange, his enunciation was very clear.
Jiang Fan also smiled: "King Zuo Xian, are you all fierce?"
They all looked at him fiercely: "You Chinese people have a saying, a hero comes from a young age, and it's true."
"There is a saying in your grassland that old wolves don't eat grass either. Looking at the king's physique, he eats a lot of meat."
Du Meng said calmly: "I am not old yet. I can chew meat and bones."
Jiang Fan smiled: "I'm just afraid that the bones will be too hard and my teeth will be chipped."
Du looked at him fiercely: "Young man, you are very brave and deserve to be called a warrior."
Jiang Fan disagreed: "What you actually want to say is that I am opportunistic and cannot be considered a hero."
Du Meng laughed loudly: "Why, do you dare to duel openly with the warriors under my command?"
Jiang Fan chuckled softly: "With all due respect, when you used the trick of getting married, you were no longer above board."
Du Meng sneered: "My marriage is out of goodwill. I originally wanted not to care about what you did in the Ghost Rong Division, but you don't seem to appreciate it."
Jiang Fan said disdainfully: "You and I are not fools when we know what we are doing. There is no need to pretend to be confused."
Du Meng said: "This matter is very clear. No matter how you kill countless of my people, you must give me an explanation."
Jiang Fan snorted: "Your tribe has repeatedly invaded the border for more than a hundred years, causing great harm to our Chinese people. This time I entered the grassland to kill your people. Just saying retaliation for retaliation is far from enough. Why do you have the face to explain to me? Moreover, this time I openly entered the grassland, and even though you had an army of 300,000 people, you could not keep me. I am willing to admit defeat. Shouldn’t it be you who should give me an explanation?"
Du Meng was silent for a while and laughed again: "Okay, it's fair for you to say that. Then put these aside, I will listen to what you want to talk about today."
Jiang Fan touched his chin and turned to look at the eldest prince Du Lun who was being escorted by the woodcutter next to him: "Your Excellency, shouldn't you say something first?"
Du Meng then turned to look at Du Lun, who looked ashamed and frustrated.
"It's not scary that the prairie warriors are inferior to humans. What's scary is that they don't have the courage of wolves. My son is brave and will never let me down."
Du Lun's face was full of excitement and he said loudly: "Father, even if I die, I will not lose the face of the warrior."
Du nodded fiercely and turned to Jiang Fan: "Look, we prairie warriors are not afraid of death, so you don't need to threaten me."
Jiang Fan looked at the two of them with interest, "Oh? If that's the case, then what's the use of keeping him?"
As he spoke, a green light flashed, a long sword radiating with cold light was unsheathed, and he strode towards Du Lun.
Obviously, if it is not stopped, Du Lun will be dead in the next moment.
Du Meng looked gloomy and stared at Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan, however, walked quickly and without delay. When he came to Du Lun, he slashed his neck with his long sword.
"stop!"
They all shouted loudly.
The sword edge stopped just short of Du Lun's skin, and the sharp edge of the sword had already opened a blood line on Du Lun's neck.
Du Lun almost lost his mind. He didn't really want to die. Wasn't he negotiating? Who would have thought that this guy would do it without even saying a word?
Everyone in the audience was also extremely surprised, and the barbarians were furious. The people of Qin felt goosebumps all over. King Xiaoyao was indeed extraordinary and wanted to kill his eldest prince in front of King Zuo Xian and the barbarian army. How domineering!
Jiang Fan held the sword and turned around to look fiercely: "Does King Zuo Xian still have an explanation?"
Du Meng's face was as gloomy as water. This young king was unreasonable and would kill people when he fell out with him. Such a character was difficult to control.
He stared at Jiang Fan for a long time, and finally squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Negotiation."
Jiang Fan laughed and put away the green snake.
"Okay, let's negotiate. Let them all go down and let's talk."
Du glanced around and finally nodded.
So the people from both sides retreated from the high platform, leaving only Du Meng and Jiang Fan on it.
"King Xiaoyao, why don't you sit down and talk."
Du Meng stretched out his hand to signal.
Jiang Fan didn't show any pretense and simply sat down at the end of the table.
Du Meng walked slowly to the other end and sat down.
"King Xiaoyao, you are very bold."
Jiang Fan said: "I'm just trying to make you understand the situation clearly."
Du Meng said: "You have achieved your goal, tell me what you want."
Jiang Fan picked up the flask and poured himself a glass of wine, his nose twitching: "Oh? Highland barley wine?"
Du Meng said: "Prairie spirits are not soft things like you southerners. I hope you are used to drinking them."
Jiang Fan was disdainful, took off the gourd from his waist and threw it to the other party.
"Try our Chinese wine before we talk."
They all grabbed the gourd and poured a large bowl of it without any politeness. Pick it up and drink it in one gulp.
However, the next moment, his face was as red as a shrimp and he couldn't help coughing.
As a last resort, he had to drink a pot of tea.
He dared to drink the wine that burned the knife, and it was not a big deal. I have to say that he was really brave.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "How?"
Du Meng didn't believe it: "You actually have such strong liquor?"
Jiang Fan said: "How much do you know about our Chinese people? We are a country of rich clothes, etiquette, beautiful scenery, and profound culture. How can it be compared to the fact that you only know how to herd sheep and horses?"
Du Lun does not deny this, which is why the barbarians have always wanted to invade the south.
The Southern Dynasties were rich in products and were thousands of times better than the harsh living environment in the North. Every generation of barbarian leaders wanted to get that paradise on earth.
"But the southerners are easy-going, timid, cunning, and good at fighting among themselves. How can they compare to the bravery of our barbarians."
Jiang Fan was disdainful: "That's called bravery? That's called barbarism and uncivilized. If you are educated in poetry and books, and have rich things, who will eat your hair and drink your blood? Don't put gold on your face."
As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the dish: "Look, you can tell at a glance that this dish is made by us Chinese. It is made with meticulous care and is wonderful. It's not like you who know how to barbecue and cook meat."
Du stared at him fiercely: "It is said that King Xiaoyao is hostile to our clan. Today, it seems that this king is not only hostile, but also contemptuous."
Jiang Fan put down his chopsticks and looked back into the other person's eyes: "You are right. Hostility is because you are the ones who invade, burn, kill and loot. Contempt is because you are not good at production, so you plunder others and commit banditry. Do you still expect to be looked down upon?"
Du Meng was actually speechless. After all, what Jiang Fan said was the truth.
Take the matter of threshing grain and grain as an example. Every year, barbarians take advantage of each other's autumn harvest to rob grain and grass.
But he still felt dissatisfied: "Could it be said that you Chinese people are born to enjoy the rich and precious place, while my descendants of the wolf family are born to struggle in a bitter and cold place?"
