No wonder it is said that China is full of poetry and calligraphy. After three years of Chinese transformation, Du Lun cannot hide its unique temperament. This is usually difficult to notice, but when standing among a group of barbarians, it is easy to see a sharp contrast.
Looking at Du Lun from a distance, who had stopped the soldiers and approached on horseback alone, Jiang Fan suddenly had an idea. Is it right to let Du Lun back? If he was out of control, then...he felt in his heart for a moment. A hint of murderous intent passed through.
However, Du Lun's first words after he approached made Jiang Fan sigh slightly in his heart.
——Is she okay?
She was, of course, Tian Luoyu. Du Lun did not change because of the changes in her attire and identity. She didn't even greet Jiang Fan first and asked about Tian Luoyu.
Jiang Fan nodded: "I gave her the things as you wished, but she doesn't know."
A hint of gratitude flashed in Du Lun's eyes, and he bowed slightly: "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome. By the way, let me tell you, she was a little strange. She asked me three times why the winter melon head was missing."
There was a hint of relief in Du Lun's eyes.
Jiang Fan rubbed his hands, "It's freezing outside, why don't you invite me in for a glass of kumiss?"
Du Lun rode his horse: "My father's scouts have sent the message and they will arrive at dusk. Your Majesty, please follow me into the tent and wait."
Both sides set up camp respectively, and Jiang Fan followed Du Lun into King Zuo Xian's camp with seven young strong men.
The tent is very spacious, the fire is roaring, and it is very warm. Because it is newly built, there is not that much fishy smell.
Jiang Fan found it especially interesting that a few sticks of sandalwood were actually lit in the tent, which further covered up the peculiar smell.
It must be Du Lun's intention. It is impossible for other barbarians to have such thoughts.
Du Lun followed his gaze and said, "Your Majesty likes to be clean, the smell must be fresh, and some arrangements must be made."
Jiang Fan smiled: "I'm determined."
The two parties sat down in front of the bonfire. Du Lun dismissed the attendants and looked around at the seven people around Jiang Fan. A smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hands and gave a standard Chinese salute.
"Du Lun, I've met you all."
Except for Lu Hanting, who had barely spoken to him, the rest were all acquaintances. They didn't show much opposition when they saw Du Lun again.
Meng Yi laughed and stretched his neck, glaring at Du Lun: "Okay, Lao Du, are you coming back to be your prince? It's quite majestic."
Du Lun laughed: "Hutou, I heard that you have also gained a great reputation and been promoted to the rank of Captain Huwei. Congratulations."
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. When did the two guys give each other nicknames?
Meng Yi looked at him up and down: "I haven't fought with you for a year. Let me see you later. You may not be my opponent now."
Du Lun was ten years older than Meng Yi. When he entered the mortal world, only Meng Yi had broken through to the Grand Master realm. He was indeed no match for Du Lun. But now Meng Yi's entry is really surprising to Du Lun.
"The Meng family's young tiger is indeed extraordinary, but now that I have entered the holy realm, you are still a little behind."
Meng Yi snorted: "Old Capital, I, Meng Yi, fought against a Martial Saint when I first joined the Martial Master. It's not like you don't know. If you don't accept it, let's go out and spar first. Then we'll drink again when we come back."
Jiang Fan quickly waved his hand: "Stop messing around!"
Meng Yi stuck out his tongue, flexed his biceps at Du Lun, and then stopped talking.
Lin Nanyan was even more familiar with it, and while they were chatting, Lin Nanyan and Hathaway had already eaten it without ceremony. There were two roasted whole lambs on the fire. They had obviously been prepared long ago, and now the heat was just right.
"Big Chin, I have to say that your grassland is not good at anything. It's freezing cold and the products are shabby, but this mutton has to be said to be delicious."
Lin Nanyan, the royal goblin, got along well with everyone, including two foreigners, Du Lun and Hathaway.
Du Lun was very happy when he saw her. He cut off the eggs with his own hands and handed them to her: "Miss Lin has always liked heavy food."
Lin Nanyan made a sound, took it without reservation, and placed it on the porcelain plate in front of Jiang Fan, "This belongs to the young master."
Jiang Fan was speechless and didn't show up.
There was nothing strange about Montaigne. He knew about Du Lun, and he also understood Jiang Fan's idea of letting him come back on the way. Therefore, he had no hostility towards Du Lun. He even felt that this man was already related to the barbarian he had seen. essentially different.
After chatting for a while, Jiang Fan looked at Du Lun: "How does it feel to be back?"
Du Lun thought for a while, "I don't know how to put it, it's a very strange sense of gap. The sky over the grassland is still so vast, the grassland is still so vast, the cattle and sheep are still so fat, and the folk customs... are still so fierce. It's just..."
He shook his head: "There are some feelings that I can't put into words."
Jiang Fan seemed to understand it, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or not. In fact, this sense of gap has always existed, but no one has summarized and described it in detail. This is a gap in living environment and a gap in civilization.
He was just worried that this gap would lead to a bad direction, just like the barbarians felt that the Chinese should not have exclusive access to this natural treasure, and their desire to go south has never stopped. I hope Du Lun will not have such paranoid thoughts.
"If you can't say it, don't say it. Take your time to understand it. How do your father and brothers treat you?"
Three years have passed. The former eldest prince Du Lun left the tribe. I don’t know how much has changed during this time. At least Jiang Fan knew that his second brother, who had always been unwilling to be lonely, was ready to take advantage of Du Lun's absence to develop his power. Now in the minds of the tribe, his status has vaguely surpassed that of Prince Du Lun. Many people are even calling for the second prince to be his heir. thing.
But Du Meng never showed any intention to replace Du Lun, including several important elders in the tribe who remained silent.
The main reason is simple, business with Jiang Fan. Only Du Meng and a handful of people knew the inside story about this matter. They understand that the Zuoxian King's tribe is now inseparable from Du Meng, the most important middleman. Therefore, even though there was sometimes great external pressure and some of them were mentally unstable, they all pressed on forcefully.
"Everything is fine." Du Lun was unexpectedly calm.
Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Du Lun, if you say these three words, it means something is not going well."
Du Lun's brows moved slightly, knowing that he could not hide this from this powerful prince: "The second brother united with the third brother and the fifth brother, and won the support of nearly half of the tribe in the past three years."
"It seems that your father is also interested." Jiang Fan said slowly.
Du Lun's eyes were a little dim, and he pondered for a moment and said: "It's not my fault, the father, the grassland cannot live without a clear heir."
Jiang Fan understood what he said. Historically, every king on the grassland would establish a successor as soon as possible. The main reason was that every king's tent in the grassland was composed of countless large and small tribes. Once something happened to the king, there would be no clear decision. As for the successor, there will inevitably be constant internal disputes, and it will be very easy to be cannibalized by external divisions. It is not surprising that a powerful force will fall apart in an instant.
