Mrs. Wuya was afraid that Song Liyun didn't know the relationship between the Mudan tribe and the Wuda tribe, so she explained it in detail.
Because the Dongyue tribe has thousands of people, and such an old tribe will have a certain number of vassal tribes following it.
Even if it is divided, the East Vietnam Department can mobilize thousands of people now.
Therefore, although Zhao Tingduo had 400 elite men from the Leizi Camp, in order to be completely sure, he still took away all the armed forces that the Wuda tribe could use.
But in Kara Mountain, close to the Mida River, Zhao Tingduo arranged for a tribe that had defected there before to be responsible for the defense of Uda headquarters.
Large-scale enemy tribes are under the control of the Uda Army, and the only ones that pose a threat to the Uda tribe are the dispersed refugees.
With the size of Mudan tribe's 300 people, it is enough to protect Uda headquarters from rogue bandits.
Knowing that Zhao Tingduo had already prepared, and that Mrs. Wu Ya had also gone to report the news, Song Liyun felt relieved.
She just said that Zhao Tingduo was also a person who followed the military camp, how could he leave such a big loophole for himself.
Although the Uda tribe only has women and children here, they are arranged in front.
Now Madam Wu Ya has informed Mu Dan immediately and will definitely be able to stop the enemy.
Outside the tent, someone loudly reported that there were merchants from the Wu Dynasty, Lin Qingyuan, Song Dekui, and a Balin leader who wanted to see his wife.
Mrs. Wu Ya looked at Song Liyun, a little confused.
Song Liyun hadn't told them the origins of these people just now. She just treated them as followers and asked them to take them to the guest tent to arrange tea and meals.
Asking to see him now is obviously not what he wants.
Song Liyun slapped his forehead.
I just saw Mrs. Wu Ya being nervous, and was startled by Mrs. Wu Ya's enthusiasm. I was so flustered that I forgot about my companion.
She hurriedly said: "Madam, I forgot to mention that these people are not followers. Lin Qingyuan is a businessman from the Wu Dynasty and has business dealings with me. He also encountered the news of this enemy attack when he came out of Mida Valley.
Song Dekui is my clan uncle and takes great care of my brothers and sisters.
I met the Balintou man when I first entered the grassland. He was entrusted by the Zhenbei Military Guard to escort me all the way here for free. I also suffered a lot, and several tribesmen were injured on the way."
When Mrs. Wu Ya heard that she had misunderstood, she quickly said to Yuquan: "Please invite a few people in quickly."
After saying that, she stood up, walked slowly two steps and occupied the center of the tent, making a gesture of welcoming the distinguished guests.
Song Liyun was immediately moved when he saw that she trusted him so much and showed her caution with just one sentence.
She didn't have time to say more words of thanks at this time. She couldn't let her mistake bring a bad start to both parties, so she hurried to the tent door as if to make up for it.
Lin Qingyuan pursed his lips without even looking at her, and just followed Yuquan into the tent.
It was not the first time that Lin Qingyuan entered the tent of a leader of the Di tribe, but it was the first time that he entered the tent of a female leader.
Different from the ordinary Di tribe, Mrs. Wuya's middle tent is spacious and tall, with beautiful carpets on the floor and a faint fragrance.
What attracted him the most was the beautiful Mrs. Wuya in the center of the tent.
Sure enough, everything was imagined in my mind.
That graceful figure, that proud and majestic demeanor, that charming brow...
In the heart of Lin Qingyuan, who had special preferences, Song Liyun's originally attractive image suddenly collapsed.
No matter how fierce and capable Song Liyun is, in front of the experienced tribe leader Mrs. Wuya, she is just a young girl who is instantly abused and turned into a scum.
Lin Qingyuan's old habit has returned!
He was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He took small steps and ran to Mrs. Wu Ya. He knelt down on one knee with a plop and said, "I'm Lin Qingyuan. I want to ask my husband... how are you, madam!"
Mrs. Wu Ya had obviously seen many such scenes, and she raised her hand gently: "Young Master Lin, you don't need to be polite, please get up!"
At this time, Song Dekui, who came in behind Lin Qingyuan, did not look at Mrs. Wu Ya. He was busy glaring at Song Liyun who was standing at the door with a flattering smile on his face.
He even raised his fingers and gave her a shudder sign: You girl deserves to be beaten. As soon as you see your mother-in-law, you should abandon your brother-in-law!
Song Liyun fawned over and led him in: Forgot, forgot!
Aunt Beggar, who followed Song Liyun to welcome her, saw a smile in her eyes when she saw the familiar interaction between the two.
She already knew the situation of the Song brothers and sisters. There was no father or mother in the family, and her uncle was also a cruel person. He forced the three brothers and sisters to live in a foreign land, and then they met the young master in Broken Gold Town.
Now that I see her being close to this clan uncle, she must be kind and righteous to the three brothers and sisters.
The beggar came forward and saluted, "Is this Mr. Song?"
She didn't call him "Song Gongzi", but a rarely used word, with respect in her words.
Song Dekui returned the favor with his hands raised: "I am exactly that!"
In order to save face for Song Liyun, he also went out of his way to speak at the top of his voice, but he was not used to it and almost bit the tip of his tongue.
Song Liyun burst out laughing: "Uncle Kui, I am not an outsider, so you can still say whatever you feel comfortable with."
Song Dekui glared at her again, his face turned red, and he said with a groan: "Aunt Qi, I am Xiaoyun's uncle. Uh... well... Xiaoyun is a naughty girl. If you are rude in the future, please forgive me.
Please bear with me, old man!"
In front of his in-laws, he had to act like an elder.
The beggar looked at Song Dekui like a child in the family, and said with a smile: "Uncle Song is so humble. The young lady is polite and sensible, and my wife likes her very much."
Song Liyun was praised. Song Dekui was happy to hear it and hurried forward without saying anything.
Because at this time, Mrs. Wu Ya had already walked over to this side.
"Dear elders of the Song family, please forgive Wu Ya for his mistake just now, not inviting you to the middle tent!" Mrs. Wu Ya apologized first.
Facing the most beautiful woman in the grassland, Song Dekui was even more flustered than Lin Qingyuan at this moment: "Madam, you're welcome... you're welcome! It was Xiaoyun who forgot it, and it has nothing to do with Madam."
Mrs. Wu Ya smiled slightly: "It's my fault for not giving Ah Li a chance to speak."
Although Song Dekui said he wanted to blame Song Liyun, it could be seen that Mrs. Wu Ya was able to take the blame, and he breathed a sigh of relief for Xiaoyun.
As a man, he doesn't understand the affairs between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but it is a great blessing for the elders to put aside their dignity and speak for the younger ones.
Next, after Bahrain also bowed sincerely to Mrs. Wu Ya, the meeting ceremony ended.
A long table was placed in the tent, and a dozen or so people drank milk tea and chatted politely about the turmoil along the way.
Lin Qingyuan acted like a polite and courteous young man at this time, asking and answering questions with Mrs. Wu Ya.
Balin also asked the beggar for some advice on tribal matters, and they were both polite to each other.
Song Dekui drank the hot milk tea with relish.
He had drunk this thing among the tribes in Bahrain, but the two looked the same, but the taste was much different.
How did he know that Bahrain could only use rough tea bricks, and the tea Mrs. Wu Ya drank was a tribute brought back by Zhao Tingduo from the Hecheng garrison.
The Wuda tribe left Xia Shiguan, and Zhao Yanjiao, the Marquis of Zhenbei, also left Hecheng and returned to Kyoto, but many things were sent to the garrison, saying they were for his son Zhao Tinglei.
Zhao Tinglei naturally knew that his father could not let go of Mrs. Wuya in his heart. He kept all the things he received and his third brother took them as he pleased every time he came.