He didn't even realize that the wine cup in his hand had dropped on the carpet. His eyes had changed from contempt at the beginning, to solemnity, to confusion, and now his eyes were as dull as dried salted fish.
If it hadn't been for the snoring of a certain ignorant nobleman at the end that interrupted Zhu Qizhen's melodious speech rhythm and aura, this might have lasted for nearly half an hour.
The lecture will at least completely break the nerves of most of the Vasi Tatars who have poor IQ and zero literary level.
Boyan Tiemur, who was awakened, quickly took the opportunity to interrupt Zhu Qizhen's speech. "Your Majesty's words are really touching, and I'm terrified. I wanted to listen to His Majesty's lecture again, but it's getting late, so I'll just wait."
Don't disturb His Majesty's rest. Brother..." Boyan turned around and saw his brother with a haggard face and dull eyes, and couldn't help but remind him loudly.
"That's right, what my second brother said makes so much sense. If you are here, why don't you please go and have a rest? I will send you off with all my subordinates." Ye Xian finally came to his senses, nodded quickly, and looked towards
Zhu Qizhen's eyes couldn't help but have a hint of awe. He was so scared. He really didn't know how the great emperor had such a long mouth. He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would probably collapse first.
"In that case, I'll take my leave first..." After drinking another cup of kumiss and wiping the foam from the corners of his mouth, Zhu Qizhen looked at these Wazi barbarians who were so devastated by his speech that they were on the verge of collapse.
, I can’t help but feel very enlightened. Sister, let’s see if you are dizzy or not. If I don’t make a roundabout way with you, if I don’t take you from the Mongolian steppes to the Somalian plains, my surname will not be Zhu.
This is the unconstrained and invincible art of speech - so said a shameless time travel emperor.
"No wonder we Mongolians don't like scholars. It seems to make sense." Boyan Tiemur couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead again.
In Ye Xian's big tent, the banquet has ended. At this moment, only three Ye Xian brothers are left in the tent. Even the personal guards have all been driven outside the tent. The tallow candles are burning with their wicks.
, reflecting three faces that are somewhat similar but also look confused.
As for the youngest brother Polo, that guy only has muscles but no brains. If he stayed here, he might interfere with the thinking of their three-person group, so he drove the guy back to his camp.
"Second brother, what did Emperor Ming say? Why can't you understand me?" He also threw aside his gold-topped round hat and reached out to touch his shaved blue forehead.
The oily sweat on his face and the confusion on his face couldn't be wiped off, like a nouveau riche who had just attended a county-level political academic research seminar just to show off.
"This." He slapped his mouth at Boyan Tiemur, who was always known for his wisdom, and said with a hint of hesitation: "The Emperor Ming probably agreed to my proposal, and seemed to express his gratitude to the younger brother.
He received some compliments, and seemed to hope that Ming and Wasi could cooperate sincerely..."
Boyan Timur's explanation finally made him sigh in relief. Fortunately, he even guessed and thought it meant this. It seems that the heroes have similar views, so I'm afraid this is what it meant. However,
Ye Xian still felt a little bit frightened. "These southerners are the same. They talk so verbosely that they feel sour and uncomfortable. My scalp feels numb after hearing this."
"The elder brother is right, and the younger brother also heard it incomprehensibly. Fortunately, we in Waqi are not like this, otherwise..." Otherwise, I would have to choke to death? When the competition king thought of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously pick out his ears.
A look of joy on his face.
After all, Boyan Timur had a higher IQ, and he probably understood that, well, he felt that his cultural level was not up to the level of the literary young people of the Ming Dynasty (especially Ha Ming, who was over forty), even if Ha Ming translated everything
, he could only make vague guesses, although some parts were not clear from the translated words.
But we can’t tell Zhu Qizhen that our cultural level is not high, so what exactly are our ways of thinking and values? I hope he can explain it more clearly, right?
At least he has to protect his own face, otherwise how can he maintain the posture of a winner? How can he ask for a ransom? Thinking of this, Boyan Tiemuer couldn't help but slap him on the thigh, as if the Ming emperor had gone all the way.
There was no mention of ransom at the end.
"I'll go find him!" Saikan Wang, who always moved his body faster than his brain, immediately pulled away, but was grabbed by Boyan Tiemu'er.
"Second brother, what are you doing?"
Boyan Timur looked at his younger brother, who was nearly thirty years old, and said helplessly: "If you come to him, what do you want to say? Do you want gold and silver jewelry, or silk and satin?"
"This is what we want, so why can't those southerners still give us cattle, horses and sheep?" Saikan Wang felt that the second brother's words were simply insulting his own IQ.
He also patted his own forehead in pain: "Third brother, we are important ministers of Waci, not those horse thieves and bandits on the grassland. What those southerners hate most is to mention those things in person and say what they are.
?..."
"A Du's thing." Boyan Tiemur hurriedly added. He was very lucky that he had read a few Han Chinese books, so he could show off among his brothers and prove the importance of his IQ in the group of three brothers.
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"Yes!" He patted his thigh first, glanced at his smartest second brother with pleasure, turned his face with a serious expression and said to the king of the competition: "The most important thing for those southerners is reputation and face, then
You have also seen that the great emperor has a very strong temper. If you say something too harsh and pick on his sore spot, if anything happens, won't we lose both my wife and our troops?"
"Brother is so right. Third brother, don't be too impulsive. Be calm. There is no need to rush this matter. He is in our hands anyway. Are you afraid that we haven't had time to figure this out?
"Boyan Timur finally regained the magnanimity and demeanor of the wise man among the three brothers of the Choros clan in the Junggar tribe.
Seeing that the two brothers were like this, the King of Competition could not say anything more. He could only sit back angrily, raised a bottle of kumiss and drank a lot of it. "Damn it, I thought it was a good idea to catch this guy.
It's a good thing. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome, so I might as well kill him happily. In that case, I won't have to suffer this crime today."
"..." After hearing this, he and Boyan Tiemuer couldn't help but look at each other guiltily. They saw the cold sweat on each other's foreheads. They were not much better than the competition king.