The news he unintentionally left has been conveyed to the tribe elders of the Loulan people through Shi Huaiyi's mouth. But it is still unknown whether the elders will become angry. After all, right now, I am a slave and I am a fish. In addition to counting on the illusory thoughts of the sand bandits,
Apart from the rule of taking 20% of the goods, Wang Xun had almost nothing else to rely on at this moment.
However, rules are made to be trampled upon. If the Emperor followed the rules, he would not have brought his daughter-in-law into the palace and made her a noble concubine. If the Imperial Concubine had followed the rules, she would not have composed the song of colorful clothes and feathers with the Emperor.
, while being disconnected from her ex-husband, His Highness Prince Shou. If the imperial concubine’s brother Yang Guozhong had followed the rules, he would not have ordered General Ge Shuhan to kill someone to keep his sister’s secret. If General Ge Shuhan had followed the rules, he would not have ordered
His subordinates pretended to be sand bandits and attempted to quietly eliminate more than 400 innocent people in the desert.
"If you lose etiquette, ask for it in the wild!" The superiors regard rules and laws as nothing, but expect bandits to abide by their traditions. This is simply the biggest joke in the world. Although every time he laughs, the wounds on Wang Xun's body are...
It hurts every time.
The days of waiting are difficult.
Fortunately, I can still see the eccentric Xiao Luo every day. I can chat with her every day and see the smile blooming like a spring flower on her face.
Since he made things clear to Shi Huaiyi, Wang Xun has completely let go of the obstacles in his heart. He should be polite when he should be treated with courtesy, and he should take advantage when he should talk about it. Anyway, Miss Xiao Luo never gets angry or angry.
To the extreme, it can only be hit a few times with fists. For Wang Xun, whose muscles and bones have been trained as strong as rocks in the White Horse Castle, attacks of this level are no more than a massage. The harder he hits, the harder he hits.
My whole body feels more comfortable.
In the eyes of others, the effect of this change was completely opposite to Wang Xun's original intention.
He and Shi Huaiyi fought for wine, and many people saw the scene where they both lost. And it was impossible to repeat what the two said that day to others. So the young people in the valley soon naturally divided into two groups.
The big faction. One faction is mainly composed of young people from the Loulan tribe, and they are hostile to the guy from outside who wants to pick the most beautiful snow lotus of the tribe. The other faction is mainly composed of Feilong Imperial Guards and Minzhuang, who want to see whether Wang Xun can finally defeat Shi Huaiyi.
The beauty's return was regarded as an honor for everyone. As for Miss Xiaoluo's admirers such as Fang Ziling, Kang Chengzong, Ku Mi and Qing, they were collectively ignored by the supporters of Wang Xun and Shi Huaiyi regardless of their ethnicity, and were not considered at all.
It is considered that there is hope of being shortlisted.
Wang Xun didn't pay much attention to this quietly rising undercurrent at first. The pure will become clear and the turbid will become turbid. When he leaves, everything will be revealed. However, he soon discovered that the undercurrent was rapidly rising.
Developing in a direction that is beneficial to you. The few skilled people and guards are now not as popular as before, and there are fewer and fewer young people in Loulan who always find excuses to go to everyone's camp.
.Because of a trivial misunderstanding, several young Feilong guards actually had a fight with the Loulan people living near the camp. Although the conflict was quickly stopped by the elders of both sides, the previous harmony between the guests and the host was still there.
The harmonious atmosphere obviously no longer exists.
Unless you let me go, I will definitely find a way to turn this place into chaos. Just as Wang Xun was cruel and secretly adding fuel to the fire, he was carefully calculating how to cause trouble to prevent the Loulan elders from jumping over the wall in a hurry. Shi Huaiyi finally sent
There is good news. The patriarch, Kang Lao, took some time out of his busy schedule to prepare to invite the captain to drink tea at the golden tent in the middle of the valley tomorrow afternoon.
"Given by the elders, I dare not refuse!" Wang Xunwen winked at Shi Huaiyi and dropped his book bag. Until now, he still couldn't be sure whether he had had sex with the other person at the wine table a few days ago.
Of course, none of this mattered anymore. The undercurrent flowing freely within the tribe was enough to make the elders of the Loulan tribe carefully consider the consequences of continuing to forcibly retain guests.
Not sure whether he understood it or not, Shi Huaiyi smiled, turned around and jumped on the mount that originally belonged to Wang Xun. "Mr. Kang has always valued you very much!" Before leaving, he added with a smile. "He said you are the first person he has ever seen.
The smartest young man in the world! He speaks Chinese very well, I guess he understands exactly what you mean!"
'It's good to understand!' Wang Xun muttered in his heart. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes. We already have nothing, so we are not afraid of losing anything. At worst, I will leave alone. As long as they reach Shule alive, Zhou Laohu and the others will naturally find a way to get what they have lost.
Get things back.
Once a person has the thought of risking his life, it is easy to be neither humble nor arrogant. On the afternoon of the next day, Wang Xun deliberately changed into a relatively neat uniform of a military attache and hung up the fish bag he had received last year for participating in the suppression of the rebellion of Wang Xun and his son.
With his hands on his waist, Shi Shiran walked towards the golden tent located in the center of the valley.
The so-called golden tent is just the customary name for the meeting hall of the tribes in the Western Regions. It is not a tent decorated with gold on the top, nor is it a single golden tent. It is actually a group of tents composed of several independent felt tents, surrounded by a wooden fence
Surrounded in the middle. From a distance, it looks like a bunch of big mushrooms arching out of the grass after rain! And inside the tent group, various independent functions are divided according to the orientation and size of each tent. The center
The largest one is used to order troops, issue decisions of the elders, and handle major events involving the life and death of the entire clan in public. The several small tents next to it are used by the elders to handle daily official affairs according to their respective jurisdictions. And in
The northwest corner of the tent group is the "Imperial Palace" of the patriarch, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter and disturb it.
The Loulan people respected the elders very much, but there were only a few warriors on duty around the golden tent. If he had carried that weird chain hammer with him, Wang Xun even believed that he could break in directly, and the Loulan people did not react correctly.
Before, he killed several elders in the golden tent. Of course, this was just a temporary conjecture in his mind, and he did not intend to take action unless it was absolutely necessary.
At the gate of the fence, a young tribal warrior with red pimples on his face came up to him and led him directly to the most distinguished position in the tent group. "Mr. Kang is waiting for you inside. His ears are not very good. You can speak
Make your voice as high as possible!"
"Got it!" Wang Xun sorted out his thoughts and stepped inside. The smell in the tent was very strange, as if the leather was moldy, and like someone hadn't showered for half a month in the dog days of summer. This made it difficult for Wang Xun, who was once well-fed and well-fed, to adapt.
, resisted for a long time, and then suppressed the urge to turn around and exit the tent. After wiping away the tears caused by the smoke, he found a head with gray hair behind a pile of parchment rolls. It was very messy and covered with
The face under the hair was wrinkled like a piece of dried orange peel.
"Sit down!" The gray-haired man pointed to the wolf-skin mattress in front of him and ordered in a low voice.
"I have met the patriarch. Junior Wang Xun. On behalf of my brothers, I would like to thank the patriarch for taking me in these days!" Wang Xun smiled and cupped his hands, and then slowly sat down.
The feeling in his nostrils and eyes became more and more uncomfortable. Obviously, all the strange smells came from the pile of sheepskin rolls in front of the gray hair. But the owner here was completely unaware, his eyes were staring at one of the old old sheepskins unfolded, and he ordered casually:
"There is a teapot on your left hand side, which contains freshly brewed milk tea. The tea bowl is on the shelf next to your right hand. Pour it yourself, and I will greet you after I finish what I am doing!"
"Yeah!" Wang Xun agreed, forcing himself to adapt. The milk tea still tasted very strong. In addition, the copper tea bowl seemed not very clean. There was a black rope tied to the edge of the wooden stand where the tea bowl was placed.
Qiqi couldn't see a rope made of any material, and the other end was tied with a piece of oily deerskin. It was probably a rag used to wipe tea bowls, and it was also so dirty that the original color could hardly be seen.
He didn't want to leave a bad impression on the owner of the room without even saying a word. He had to suppress his annoyance and poured himself a cup of milk tea. While slowly rubbing it on his lips, he raised his head and looked around at the furnishings in the tent.
It's very simple, so simple that it's almost shabby. Except for two horizontal knives hanging on the wall of the tent, a copper teapot and a few tea bowls placed near the guest seat, there is almost nothing valuable left.
Even the house servants who feed the horses in Wang Xun's house are more luxuriously furnished than this. But the owner here has no sense of shame at all. He actually showed off with a smile while looking at the parchment: "The tea is not bad. I specially asked them to drink from it."
The high-quality bricks found in the warehouse are worth half a box of beads when sold to Baiyi Dashi!" (Note 1)
Half a box of beads? Wang Xun glanced at the tea soup in the bowl with interest. Although a lot of milk was added, the tea soup was still dark brown. Obviously, this is not the color that fine tea should have. In Wang Xun's memory, even on the streets of Chang'an
Even the cheapest teahouses probably won’t be able to prepare this kind of tea soup for guests. Something of this quality can be exchanged for half a box of beads? Then what the wealthy people of Chang’an drink every day are priceless?!
As if to cater to his thoughts, the gray-haired man smiled and continued: "Of course, if we were in Chang'an, I'm afraid this kind of stuff could only be used to drink donkeys! Things are more valuable when they are rare, and they are worthless if they are too much. The locals abandoned it.
Even if it's a bad shoe, it may be regarded as a rare treasure thousands of miles away. This is the way the world is. You think so, isn't it?"
Note 1: Ancient books have the titles of “big food in white”, “big food in black” and “big food in green”. Specifically, Baghdad Khali State, whose capital is marked by a black flag in Iraq, is called “big food in black”.
"; The caliphate established in Tunisia is called the "Green Eclipse"; the Wakhalifa state with the white flag as its capital in Syria is called the "White Eclipse".
