If Zhu Gaochi were at Longwan Pier today.
He will definitely comment that today's Brother Xi, a capable leader who throws away pots and digs holes, has reached the point where he is superb and can moisturize things silently.
Mahamu's face looked ugly.
Just those last words were more sinister than snatching his sword in front of everyone.
Under Mengge Timur, the leader of the Oara tribe, there were three dominant families: the Mahamu tribe, the Taiping tribe, and the Baltu Polo tribe.
Today, the Ming Emperor's grandson says that Mahamu is the best warrior of the Oara tribe.
Not to mention what Mengge Timur would think, even Taiping and Batu Polo were jealous of him, Mahamu.
This is flattery!
Mahamu lowered his head and clasped his fists with his hands: "His Royal Highness the Grandson of the Emperor praises you greatly. There are countless warriors in the Oara tribe, and Mahamu is nothing."
Zhu Yunxi smiled.
After he finished speaking, he felt that the hole he dug was still a little small, and he should say that he, Mahamu, was the first warrior on the grassland.
So, he stepped forward and reached out to hold Mahamu's arm.
Mahamu didn't notice, and subconsciously exerted force on his lower body, but he didn't expect that this young grandson of the Ming Dynasty could pull himself up so easily.
Mahamu was surprised.
But Zhu Yunxi had already chuckled and said: "Although I am far away in Yingtian and have never been to the grassland, I often hear that you are the first-class divine horseman and archer of the Oara tribe. Not to mention the Oara tribe, even the Tatar tribe rarely I can find someone to compete with you.
Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved today, as envoys to the Ming Dynasty, you should go into the city with me earlier and go to the accommodation prepared by the imperial court for you. "
Zhu Yunxi's voice was loud and spread to the surrounding crowd.
Today's Yingtian City is very lively. Even if they fight the Mongolian Tatar tribe on the east side of the Great Wall every year, there are still private exchanges of businessmen.
He believed that what he said today would spread to the grassland soon.
Mahamu tried hard to stay calm and think.
Once upon a time, he had seen the most cunning enemy, and he had faced a pack of wolves alone, and step by step he had become the only three people under Timur of Walameng.
However, now facing the grandson of the Ming Emperor in front of him, he felt that he was stuck in a quagmire, it was difficult to pull his feet out, and he was sinking deeper and deeper.
The distance between the two people has been completely shortened.
Mahamu swore that even if he lost his sword, he would still have countless ways to assassinate the young grandson of the Ming Emperor here.
But the reason in his heart told him that he absolutely could not do such a thing.
No matter how much crisis it would bring to the Oara tribe, killing a grandson of the Ming Emperor would have brought about.
But he felt that the great grandson of the Ming Emperor seemed to really hope that he could take action?
He used his undefended neck and back to constantly hint to himself that he could strike at any time.
This young man is using his fragile life as bait to trap himself.
This reminded Mahamu of the same thing he did when he went to trap those wolves on the grassland.
The fattest and most tender lambs were thrown on the grass. The wolves didn't even need to round them up. They just had to slowly walk forward and the lambs would be put into their mouths by themselves.
But Mahamu knew that he was lying in ambush in the grassland near the sheep. When the wolves' preparedness and vigilance were reduced to a minimum, he would strike boldly.
Now he has become one of those hungry wild wolves, and the emperor's grandson of the Ming Dynasty has dressed himself up as the weakest lamb on the grassland. When he opens his mouth, all the preset ambush will be revealed.
Mahamu kept deducing various possibilities in his mind.
He didn't realize at all that he had been pulled to the carriage by Zhu Yunxi.
Zhu Yunxi looked back at Mahamu and Fan Chong who were passing by, with a warm smile on his face, looking really innocent.
"Both of you have traveled a long way, working in boats and carriages all the way. When you enter the city now, you will go with Gu Gu
Take a ride. "
As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi had already boarded the carriage and looked back at the two of them.
Fan Chong was naturally very excited. It was a great honor for him to be able to ride into the city in the same car as His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun.
He couldn't help but think of the commotion and shock caused at the port when he arrived at his mother country with the Ming Navy on the mountain-like warship of the Ming Navy.
The news was sent to the royal capital immediately.
Before he arrived at the royal capital, the king had already sent a large group of people to greet him.
When I found out in the past that I actually had the official status of the Ming Dynasty's eighth-grade European patrol inspector, the reward of a marquis came into my hands.
Huge castle, vast land, vassals that can be enfeoffed.
For a time, he became the most popular figure in the capital.
However, at that time, Fan Chong no longer felt anything.
How can a marquis compare with his European patrol envoy in the eighth rank of the Ming Dynasty?
When he followed the navy back to the Ming Dynasty this time, he immediately knew that the Ming Dynasty had re-implemented the military merit-based method of a dynasty thousands of years ago. As long as you make great achievements, you can receive countless rewards.
When Fan Chong was talking to those familiar navy generals, he learned that the Ming court was negotiating the title of king for the two dukes in accordance with the military merit law.
Lord Wang!
Fan Chong thought about it carefully, and finally firmly believed that the king of Ming Dynasty might be more glorious and noble than the king he once was.
And since he is now an official of the Ming Dynasty, he will naturally have the opportunity to receive greater rewards for his merits.
For a moment, he even wanted to directly persuade the naval generals not to return to Beijing, but to directly load the warships with weapons and artillery, return to Europe, and secure a large overseas territory for the Ming Dynasty.
"Commissioner Ou comes first?"
Zhu Yunxi looked at Fan Chong who was silent but had a strange smile on his face with a smile on his face, and called softly.
Fan Chong immediately raised his head with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Weichen. Weichen will get in the car right now."
Fan Chong crawled and jumped onto the carriage, not forgetting to look back at Mahamu who was standing under the carriage, his eyes sparkling.
It seems to be saying that I, Fan Chong, can call myself a minor minister in front of His Highness the Emperor Taisun, but you, Mahamu, a soft-footed horse on the grassland, are just an outsider.
In front of the carriage, Mahamu looked at the Ming Emperor's grandson and that damn Hongyi man walking into the carriage with their heads down, and his brows moved a few times.
His palms hidden under his loose clothes could not help but clenched into fists.
Is this another trap?
The space in the carriage was small, and there were only the young emperor grandson of the Ming Dynasty and the vulnerable Hongyi man. He only needed three punches and five palms to kill these two people in the carriage.
The prosperity of the three generations of Ming Dynasty is definitely not what the grassland wants to see.
Mahamu looked at the gently fluttering curtains, as if waiting for him to enter. He finally took a deep breath and stepped onto the carriage.
In the carriage, Zhu Yunxi sat on the innermost seat, with the soft seat gently wrapping his body.
As Mahamu came in, Fan Chong, who was sitting on the seat under the car window, picked up the saber that was originally on the side and placed it across his legs.
It seemed that he was showing off to Mahamu who came in. His decades-old sword was now in the hands of others.
This idiot!
Mahamu cursed secretly in his heart, it was easier for him to take back the saber from this angle.
"Now that everyone is here, let's enter the city."
Zhu Yunxi opened his slightly narrowed eyes, and spoke to the outside of the carriage under Mahamu's gaze.
Someone outside also responded.
Outside the carriage.
Zou Xueyu, the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, frowned and walked to Tian Mai: "That Mahamu is riding in the same car with His Highness, will nothing happen?"
Tian Mai looked back at Yingtian in confusion.
Magistrate, he doesn't quite understand.
Do these people think that His Highness Taisun is also powerless?
However, Tian Mai just thought about it for a moment, and then he cupped his hands towards Zou Xueyu and said, "I'll go."
After saying that, Tian Mai quickened his pace and ran towards the carriage that had turned around and was heading down the city gate.
Bang.
Tian Mai stepped lightly on the carriage and got into the carriage sideways.
He didn't find a place to sit down, he just squatted half-way under the car door, with his right hand on his knees, and his left hand as if to stabilize the sword on his waist, with his palm against the handle of the knife and his gaze downward.
Zhu Yunxi glanced at Tian Mai indifferently, without asking what he meant, but looked at Mahamu first.
Mahamu is a cunning man. Throughout his life, his relationship with Ming Dynasty has been switching back and forth between confrontation and surrender.
Throughout his life, Mahamu laid a favorable foundation for the Oara tribe to unify the grasslands and go south to attack the Ming Dynasty.
And his greatest contribution is to cultivate the two descendants of Choros Tuohuan and Choros Ye.
"Last year, there was a snow disaster in Ming Dynasty. I heard that there was also a white disaster on the grassland. I wonder how the Oara tribe will fare this year."
Zhu Yunxi was sitting on the soft seat and asked in a calm tone.
Mahamu immediately turned sideways and handed over his hands: "Back to Your Majesty the Grandson of the Emperor, with the blessing of the Immortal God, although Oara tribe was also hit by snow disaster last year, it was not a white disaster. Many cattle and sheep died on the grassland, but the deaths of the herdsmen were not. not much."
"God bless you." Zhu Yunxi said with emotion and piety, and continued: "Every day I hope that there will be less disasters in the world and that so many people will not die. Whether they are Ming people or Wala people."
hehe!
Are Japanese people not human?
Mahamu snorted in his heart and sneered for a while at the sanctimonious words spoken by the young grandson of the Ming Emperor.
But he still echoed: "May the world be free from disasters."
Fan Chong smiled and nodded from the opposite side: "That's right, that's right. How can those who fight and kill make a stable living? Harmony breeds wealth and anger breeds wealth."
As Fan Chong spoke, he glanced at Mahamu across from him, and then secretly glanced at Zhu Yunxi who was sitting upright.
This guy can talk.
Zhu Yunxi felt happy in his heart and said: "Yes, harmony brings wealth. In the past few years, the Ming Dynasty has determined the world and recuperated. The people have full stomachs and some money in their pockets. Now the Ming Dynasty just wants to make more money and let the people Our lives are better."
Fan Chong immediately said: "The skins of cattle and sheep on the grassland are very good. This time Wei Chen returned to Europe and got a lot of cattle and sheep skins on the grassland. They liked them very much. There were also tea, silk, porcelain, etc. from the Ming Dynasty. Lacquer ware, etc., can be said to be worth their weight in gold.”
"Oh?" Zhu Yunxi looked surprised, glanced at Fan Chong, and then turned to look at Mahamu, who looked thoughtful: "I never thought that the skins of cattle and sheep on the grassland could be found thousands of miles away in Europe and Guangzhou. Popular."
Mahamu nodded and said, "The exquisite silk, porcelain, and lacquerware of the Ming Dynasty cannot be made on the grassland, nor can we grow tea. But there are the best herders on the grassland, who can cut the most complete and smooth cow and sheep fur. This time the foreign ministers went to the Ming Dynasty as envoys, and among the gifts they sent to the Ming Dynasty, there were a lot of cattle and sheep furs."
Tian Mai, holding a long knife in his hand and squatting under the car door, always lowered his head and remained silent.
However, he keenly sensed several murderous intentions in Mahamu's body.
But in the end, they were all restrained by the envoy from Wala.
In Tian Mai's mind, all possibilities have been arranged.
If Mahamu wanted to commit murder, he would definitely grab the knife and stab Taisun first. He might also smash the scabbard against himself to buy him the final assassination time.
As long as he drew his sword and struck it horizontally, then pulled the knife back and cut it into Mahamu's abdominal cavity, the opponent would have no chance of survival.
Zhu Yunxi looked at Tian Mai, who had his head lowered, and said, "The Ming Dynasty can do something about it, and arrange for Wala to sell cattle and sheep fur, and Fan Chong will sell them to the land of Europa."
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Hamu nodded, but opened his mouth to talk about another matter: "Your Highness, the Imperial Grandson, the foreign minister's mission to the Ming Dynasty this time is actually for another matter. I hope to obtain the Ming Dynasty's permission."
Zhu Yunxi leaned back and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Mahamu carefully observed twice before continuing: "The Mongolian Tatar tribe is powerful and has repeatedly invaded the Ming Dynasty in recent years. They are even more domineering on the grasslands and oppress other tribes.
The Oara tribe is weak, so a snowstorm would cause heavy losses to the herdsmen. However, the Oara tribe was willing to assist the Ming Dynasty and jointly conquer the Tatar tribe.
I hope that the Ming Dynasty can give some unused swords, guns and weapons to the Oara tribe, so that the warriors of the Oara tribe can take the weapons given by the Ming Dynasty and follow them to conquer the Tatar tribe. "
After Mahamu finished speaking, he looked carefully at Zhu Yunxi, who was leaning on his seat. He wondered what the attitude of the young grandson of the Ming Dynasty Emperor towards Oarabu's request this time.
Fan Chong looked left and right, and said in a loud voice: "Why aren't we talking about the cattle and sheep fur business? Are the soft-footed horses of your Oara tribe going to be in the fur business?"
The soft-footed horse is now Mahamu's pain point.
He immediately turned back to glare at Fan Chong angrily.
Zhu Yunxi gently patted his thigh here and said, "I have already said that the Ming Dynasty is only engaged in business and not in the business of killing people. Swords and guns are used for conquest, and they will only increase casualties if they cause bloodshed."
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were able to deal with the invasion of the Mongolian Tatar tribe. If the Oara tribe was worried about being attacked by the Tatar tribe, the Ming Dynasty could send troops from Hami Guard northward to garrison in the Tanglu Ridge area and build garrison forts. "
Tangluling (Tangnu Mountain) is located due north of Hamiwei, at the border of Oara and Tatar.
The purpose of stationing troops and building a garrison and fortress here is naturally to prevent the current Tatar attacks from the Oara tribe.
Mahamu opened his mouth: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."
Zhu Yunxi raised his voice and said: "If the Wara people are still worried, the Ming army can continue to go north and go to Tielianggutan to station a large army to protect the Wara tribe."
A look of eagerness suddenly appeared on Mahamu's face, and he immediately spoke eagerly.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince, this is not allowed!"
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