The only way was to use the female imperial book as an excuse. After all, he was ordered to come to the grassland to ask for marriage, and the other party also agreed to Montaigne's participation in the Fuli Conference. From an official point of view, it was reasonable to explicitly ask to see Xinyue.
After pondering for a long time, Jiang Fan finally made up his mind to visit Batulu with formal diplomatic etiquette.
Although Batulu was a little confused about Jiang Fan's purpose, he didn't think there was much wrong with it. Especially when the other party is so open and formal.
However, out of caution, he still instinctively rejected the matter.
But Mr. Jiang is not someone who can be dismissed so easily. At that time, he claimed that he was sending a gift to Princess Xinyue on behalf of the Qin State.
As a result, Batulu would find it difficult to refuse.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fan asked him for business cooperation, and finally, Batulu hesitantly agreed.
But the condition is that there will be a formal meeting and both parties must have a courtesy officer present.
Jiang Fan had no objection and went back immediately to prepare for the meeting two days later.
But what he didn't expect was that Batulu, an old fox, turned around and turned the matter into a unified meeting, and even the Four Kings and Battelle had to participate.
When he got the news the next day, Jiang Fan was so angry that he went to find Batulu, but the other party just responded that he couldn't treat one favorably. He was also embarrassed, so he might as well just leave it like that.
Jiang Fan had no choice but to accept the arrangement, but in this case, he might not have the chance to observe anything.
On the third day, he took Montaigne and others to the Crescent Princess's tent as promised.
The outside was already filled with flags of various colors and many barbarians in different costumes. Obviously, the Four Kings arrived earlier than him.
The tent was very spacious, with a bonfire in the middle and people already sitting around it. When I saw them, it was no surprise that when I saw foreigners, 99% of them looked at me with hostility or disdain. Jiang Fan had no doubt that if it weren't for such an occasion, these wolf sons and grandsons would definitely attack in groups and tear his group into pieces.
It was pretty good, but next to him was Zuo Xian Wang Du Meng and the contestant Du Lun he had brought. When he saw Jiang Fan coming in, Du Meng greeted him warmly, and Jiang Fan also smiled in return.
Directly across from you is King Youxian, Huerchi, and his second son, Huleg. King Youxian is a man with a very capable appearance, but he is very civilized. He only nodded slightly, but Jiang Fan could also understand the meaning in his eyes. .
Of course, he had no murderous intent, but Jiang Fan had endless murderous intent hidden in his heart, because Huerchi was the original Prince Youxian, who went south to plunder the craziest person fifty years ago, the executioner of the heroic souls of the green mountains and green valleys, and broke into The former prince of Taiyue Imperial Court, his master once said that there was one person among the barbarians that he must kill, and that was this Gurchi. As a disciple, I have not said that I must fulfill this wish for my master.
Sitting next to King Youxian was King Hunxie, with Hemul leading a man wrapped in a cloak. Jiang Fan's mind suddenly moved, and it turned out that it was not Hekuotai...
The cloaked man kept his eyes closed, and when he realized that Jiang Fan was sizing him up, he slowly opened his green eyes and looked at Jiang Fan, with a sinister curve at the corner of his mouth.
The Soul-Slaying King Moro led his people to occupy the south side. It was also the first time for Jiang Fan to see this king who was rumored to be the most warlike among the barbarians.
He is a full nine feet tall. Although not as strong and stocky as them, he is still taller than him. On his face, with his nose as the midpoint, there were two terrifying scars crossing each other, making his face look extremely ferocious.
Seeing Jiang Fan's gaze turn, the Soul-Slaying King roared like a beast, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he had no intention of saying hello.
And sitting next to him was a young man with slender hands and feet, eyes like an eagle, and carrying a strange-shaped bow on his back. He must be his third son sent to attend the Fuli Conference, the top three eagle shooters of the younger generation, Mo. Rigen.
To the north, also at the top, is naturally the person in charge, Batulu, but he is just standing aside, and the tiger skin throne in the middle is empty. Jiang Fan can't help but think, could it be... that he can see the big wolf master today?
But after all, the person hadn't arrived yet, so Jiang Fan looked at the very eye-catching young man next to him.
To be honest, it was the first time for Jiang Fan to see a young barbarian with such amazing momentum.
He has well-proportioned muscles and an angular appearance. Although he is not particularly tall, his unruly and wild spirit is extremely prominent, which is impressive at first glance.
But what's interesting is that he just glanced at Jiang Fan and passed by. Instead, his eyes fell on Montaigne behind him.
Obviously, fierce fighting spirit burst out from his eyes, and there seemed to be swords clashing in his eyes.
This state obviously caught the eye of Batulu, and he couldn't help but glance at the low-key Montaigne again.
General Meng just lowered his eyes and sat quietly behind Jiang Fan, motionless as a mountain. He even did not raise his head to look at Battle at all.
And this obviously stimulated the opponent and made them more motivated to fight. Finally, Barter ignored everyone and spoke.
"Chinese people, the grassland is not the place you should come."
Surprisingly, he actually spoke Chinese. Although the pronunciation was not particularly standard, there was no problem in understanding him.
Jiang Fan said nothing. This occasion belonged to Montaigne.
He sat quietly, slowly raised his eyes and looked at Barter calmly: "If you can go, I can come."
Jiang Fan knew that he was talking about Da Qin, so he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up secretly.
The corner of Bart's mouth curled up: "Chinese people, you have no right to be arrogant. For thousands of years, we have only gone south, and you have never gone north."
This is a very sad fact.
Montaigne remained unmoved: "Only the ignorant covet the treasures of heaven and earth, but civilization has never been seen to value barbarism."
Jiang Fan was stunned. Good guy, just looking at Montaigne's usual behavior in front of Lin Nanyan, I thought he was not good at talking. Who knew he was quite sharp in speaking?
Battelle laughed wildly: "Chinese people can only use their mouths, but in the final analysis they are not powerless."
Montaigne's eyes were like a flat lake: "If you want to see it, I don't mind coming a few more times."
Battle sneered, "No need, this time, you stay!"
After saying that, his whole body exploded with aura, exuding a heart-stopping murderous aura.
At this time, Batulu coughed lightly: "Step back, the Great Wolf Lord is coming."
Barter frowned, finally restrained himself, and stepped aside.
At this time, a middle-aged barbarian in his fifties came out from behind.
He was holding a white bone mace in his hand, with colorful feathers on his head. He was of medium stature, with thick and long eyebrows, a high and loose nose, and deep-set eye sockets, which conveyed the meaning of an eagle watching a wolf.
Although there is no aura released, he naturally carries the power of a superior person, but this kind of power is more like a beast king, primitive and wild.
Everyone stood up at the same time, beat their chests and bowed: "Greetings to the Great Wolf Lord."
This is the Great Wolf Lord Zhadun.
He ascended the throne of the Great Wolf at the age of twenty-five and led the barbarians for thirty years. He is a descendant of the barbarian ancestor Zakun and the king with the purest bloodline.
