It wasn't until the carriage was gone that Han Du looked away with a smile.
Babuha breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to praise His Majesty the Sultan, he saw two groups of warriors rushing into the tavern and heading straight for him.
Babuha's heart suddenly rose, hoping that these warriors would not come to find him.
But Babuha's wish was soon shattered, and the warriors surrounded their group.
"What do you want to do? My master is the Law Minister Navai." Babuha thought about using his master's reputation to calm these warriors.
It must be said that Navai is a veteran nobleman and is still a deterrent to these warriors.
The leading general glanced at Babuha with fear and shouted at Han Du and others.
After hearing this, Hader quickly explained to Yu Qian: "He is the captain of the palace guard. His Majesty the Sultan wants to summon us."
Although the words have been conveyed, Harder's surprise has not diminished at all. He and others just randomly found a tavern to drink. Why were they suddenly summoned by the Sultan?
Could it be that the father-in-law’s identity has been exposed?
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Hader quickly encouraged himself. The father-in-law is the Duke of Daming Town. Even if his identity is exposed, the Sultan will not do anything to him!
Yu Qian raised his head and glanced at these warriors, including the leading captain. Seeing that these people were standing two steps away, with no intention of stepping forward to take anyone away, I felt slightly reassured.
At least from now on, it seems very unlikely that these people have malicious intentions.
Without looking back at the teacher, Yu Qian made a decision directly, "Okay, let's go."
Hader quickly relayed Yu Qian's meaning to the guard captain.
The captain of the guard quickly stepped aside and signaled for a few days to move.
Yu Qian stood up with his hands on the table and walked out with his head held high and his hands behind his back.
Han Du smiled at the captain of the guard, bowed and quickly followed Yu Qian.
The captain of the guard didn't notice anything wrong with Han Du's expression. He just glanced at it and looked at Yu Qian in front of him expressionlessly.
Shaharul Palace is not large in scale, but it is extremely luxurious.
There are several huge pillars on both sides of the front. The main entrance is extremely tall, with a round spire gate in the middle. The pillars, main entrance, and gate are all decorated in powder blue and sandy yellow.
Passing through the gate is an extremely large garden, with plain satin tents hanging everywhere in the garden.
Han Du and others followed the waiter straight through the garden and directly to the apse of the palace. Walking through the long corridor covered with murals, we came to the innermost hall.
A huge bed-like couch was inlaid on the middle wall, and the entire wall was decorated with hexagonal lapis lazuli inlays.
Extremely graceful and luxurious!
Yu Qian came to the middle of the palace and stood upright in front of Shaharu.
When a waiter saw that these Ming people had no intention of kneeling down, he immediately stood up and shouted loudly.
Yu Qian glanced at this person lightly, and then looked at Hader.
Harder quickly explained: "He wants the young master to bow before His Majesty."
Yu Qian showed a smile, raised his head and said loudly: "The Ming Dynasty is the kingdom of Timur. The people of the kingdom will not worship the vassal master when they see him! This is the iron law of the Ming Dynasty!"
Infected by Yu's modesty, Hader also spoke loudly to Shaharu.
Shaharul was in a very unhappy mood, but not only did he not insist on asking them to salute, he actually waved his hand to stop the waiter who was about to step forward. Pretending to be magnanimous, he said: "Since you are a citizen of the Kingdom of Heaven, you don't have to bow to me."
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Harder never thought that one day he would be able to stand in front of His Majesty the Sultan without having to kneel down. He knew very well that this kind of confidence was brought to him by Ming people like the young master.
My heart yearns for Ming Dynasty even more, and I wish I could become a Ming Dynasty person now.
Shaharul continued to ask: "Are you the owner of the caravan? You are too young."
As he spoke, he glanced at the other people, especially Han Du, who stayed for a long time. As he walked on the street, he clearly felt that the strange feeling was brought to him by this person.
However, Han Du's eyes were very calm from beginning to end, and he looked at Yu Qian with a loving look from time to time, fully reflecting the image of an old butler.
Seeing this, Shaharul naturally thought that this young man should know which noble heir should be. I came to Timur to do business, probably because I wanted him to gain more experience.
As for Han Du, Shaharu was naturally regarded as Yu Qian's caregiver.
Yu Qian nodded slightly and said with a smile: "We have an old saying in the Ming Dynasty. If you have ambitions, it is not in your age. If you have no ambitions, you will live a hundred years in vain. Please don't choose people based on their age."
Being taught a lesson by a young man, this was something Shahalu never thought of.
He had never felt such a feeling before, and it actually felt a little strange. No one except his father dared to scold him before.
Not even his brother dared to reprimand him.
"Hahaha..." Shaharul laughed to hide his inner embarrassment, and asked instead: "What goods did you bring from Daming this time?"
"We have silk, porcelain, and tea." Yu Qian's attitude was very casual.
"Oh? It seems that you are still a big caravan. Are there any others?" Shaharul asked lightly.
"And mirrors and glasses."
Shaharul was slightly stunned. He had only heard of the mirror and had never seen it with his own eyes. All I know is that these things are extremely expensive in Ming Dynasty and are very inconvenient to transport.
These people are quite capable. They can actually transport this thing here?
As for the glasses, Shaharul didn't know what they were, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
"If you really bring mirrors, this Sultan can hold a banquet just for you in the palace. At that time, you can display your goods at the banquet."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. If this is really possible, I can send the largest mirror to Your Majesty."
A mirror may not mean much to Shaharu, but it still makes him very happy that these Ming people are so knowledgeable.
"The banquet is ready. The Sultan will send someone to inform you. Please step aside first!" Shaharul waved his hand lightly and motioned to the waiter to take these people out.
Shaharul did not ask for the address of Yu Qian and others. In this city of Herat, no matter where Yu Qian and others lived, they could not escape his eyes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yu Qian thanked him again.
The waiter led everyone to the front of the palace and handed them over to the original guard captain, who led everyone out of the palace.
Han Du followed the guard captain, and suddenly saw the scimitar hanging on his waist, and an idea came to his mind.
Arriving at the entrance of the palace, the guard captain stopped and asked everyone to leave on their own.
Han Du suddenly stopped him and asked deliberately: "General, this sword seems a bit unusual. Can you tell me something?"
knife?
The captain of the guard frowned after hearing what Hard said. His knife was noticed by the Ming people and he wanted to take a closer look.
If other people dare to be so rude, he will definitely not be polite. But when he thought that these were Ming people and might not have seen his sword, he started to explain.
Yu Qian didn't understand why the teacher was suddenly interested in knives, but he didn't say anything and stood quietly aside to listen.
After hearing this, Hard explained to Han Du: "This is a Uzi steel sword, and it is also a sword passed down from his family."
Uzi steel knife!
Handu suddenly remembered that when he first conquered the city of Herat, some generals like Timur were wearing swords like this. However, Han Du was very anxious at that time and eager to capture Samarkand, so he did not care about the sword.
"His sword is a family heirloom and cannot be sold. But he said that if we need it, we can find a blacksmith in the market and maybe we can buy this kind of sword."
Han Du was speechless for a moment, he hadn't even spoken yet. The captain of the guard couldn't wait to send him away. Was he afraid that he would be eyeing his family heirloom sword?
"Thank you." Han Du smiled and nodded.
When Yu Qian saw it, he took the first step to lead everyone out of the palace.
Walking on the street, Yu Qian asked in confusion: "Why is the teacher interested in the Uzi steel knife?"
Han Du smiled and did not answer. Instead, he looked at Hard and asked, "What do you think of this Uzi steel knife?"
Harder replied without hesitation: "This is the best sword in the world. The younger one also has two in his collection, but he keeps them in the manor and does not take them with him. If the Duke likes them, I can give them to him." "
Han Du chuckled and said, "Keep it for yourself."
Yu Qian suddenly frowned and interjected: "Uzi steel sword, Uzi? Is it the kind of sword recorded in history books?"
"It should be." Han Du smiled and nodded.
Then he asked Hader: "Are there many Uzi steel knives like this?"
Hader thought for a moment and nodded: "Although it is not very common, many people have it."
Also, according to the captain of the guard, if this sword can be sold on the street, how can it be so rare?
"But I seem to remember that the wootz steel used to forge the sword is not produced by Timur, right?" Han Du looked at Hard.
Hader was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the Duke asked this. But he also nodded honestly: "The Duke is right, Timur does not produce Utz steel. All the special steel materials used to make Utz steel knives are shipped from Butnier. .”
After a pause, he added, "Batnir is thousands of miles away from the city of Herat, and it takes merchants almost a year to transport a little steel. Therefore, in the city of Herat, Uzi steel knives Worth a fortune.”
Yu Qian realized that the teacher's move must have a profound meaning, and couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean, teacher?"
Han Du waved his hand to stop what he was saying, and said calmly: "We'll talk when we get back. Let's go find a blacksmith first and see if we can buy this sword."
The group of people walked through the city and soon saw a place where the walls were covered with scimitars.
In a simple open-air house, two old men with their heads wrapped in white cloth sat on small wooden stools.
One person was hitting the iron bars very regularly with a hammer, and the other person was concentrating on polishing the scimitar in his hand.
There was also a young man lying next to him, watching the movements of one of them intently. I don’t know if he is their apprentice or their heir.
