Ma Di sat on his knees on the felt and looked at the bald Shouguan quietly.
Zhao Yun and others knelt down behind Ma Su without saying a word. They all looked at the bald Shouguan and put pressure on him.
The bald-haired Shouchan glanced at his bald-haired son Yuanli again, then slowly sat down, raised his hand to pick up a can of horse wine from the low table, poured it into a stone bowl, and then held it in both hands and presented it respectfully.
Under the slightly dim candlelight in the room, Ma Su took a close look at the bald Shouguan: the latter looked about fifty years old, with a rough and dark face with a plateau red unique to Hexi people, and looked similar to a Han aristocratic man of the same age.
Compared to that, his face looked older.
The bald-haired Shouchan was originally the prince of Tuopo Xianbei, but now he is the leader of the bald-haired Xianbei. However, his face almost does not have the arrogance that a leader should have. His expression is more of one who has gone through many vicissitudes and is moving forward with a heavy burden.
of sorrow.
Ma Di also noticed that there were three long sea turtle feathers stuck in his hat. The feathers were dark brown in color, and even a few feathers had fallen off, making them look nondescript.
It is very rude for a tribal leader to wear such a crown to entertain guests.
Apparently, the bald Shouchan either hadn't gone hunting for a long time, or he was tied up in trivial matters in the tribe and had no time to hunt.
Ma Su sighed slightly, but did not feel any sympathy for this. He took the horse wine, put the bowl in his hand, and continued to look at him.
Bald-haired Shouqian retracted his body, lowered his head, and said simply: "Bald-haired clan is willing to listen to Master Weima. I am willing to be the dog and horse of Ji Han. I only ask that Sir, I, Bald-haired clan, can live in peace in Hexi for generations to come."
The bald Yuan Li half-knelt on the ground and repeated his father's words.
"Very good." Ma Su nodded, without showing a smile on his face, but said calmly: "Bald Shouqian, it's not enough to show your attitude, you have to show your sincerity."
"Sincerity? What sincerity?" The bald Shouchan raised his head with a confused look on his face.
"Sir, isn't the practice always like this? Our tribe showed obedience and submitted some cattle, sheep and horses, and then the master gave us some gold and silver treasures, Shu Brocade, and titles. In the past, when we came from Han and Wei,
It’s all like this…”
Ma Su couldn't listen anymore, raised his hand to interrupt him, and said coldly: "It used to be the past, but now the rules have changed."
"Either you will obey me absolutely, or you will disappear from the earth...the world!"
"Bald Shoutian, you choose one."
"Sir, is there no third way?" The bald Shoutian slowly sat up straight and his tone suddenly became high-pitched.
As his voice fell, countless Xianbei warriors appeared at the door, each holding a sharp blade and looking fiercely.
Ma Su knew that this was a sign that the negotiations were about to break down, and the bald Shoutian wanted to use violence.
So he waved his hand behind him and smiled slightly: "Bald Shoutian, with these rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs, how dare you speak loudly?"
"joke!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yunchao jumped up, drew out his long sword, and rushed into the crowd like a wolf and a tiger.
After a while.
"Sir, misunderstanding, misunderstanding... I have no choice but to do this. You know that it has only been more than ten years since I left my hometown with my bald tribe and came to Hexi. In the past ten years, despite my hard work, my tribe is still poor. Every day
One winter, many of my people will starve to death, including their children..."
The bald-haired Shouchan glanced at the corpses of the guards lying in the yard, then at the Xianbei warriors who were surrounding the door and did not dare to come in, and at the second son bald-haired Yuanli who was held back by Zhao Yun with a sword. His words were filled with emotion.
humbly,
I no longer have the domineering attitude I had just now that I would rather break than bend.
Choose from the heart.
Ma Di stood up slowly from the felt, curled his lips slightly, "Bald Shouchan, do you accept it?"
"I accept it, I accept it..."
The bald Shoutian muttered, knelt down and bowed to the ground, "Sir, I'm convinced, please forgive my ignorant son."
"Okay." Ma Su snorted coldly from his nose: "Bald Shouchan, everyone is a sensible person, so don't think of any tricks. If you want your son back before sunrise tomorrow, I will take you."
My grandson’s bald tree function can be replaced!”
The bald Shouchan, who had a nervous look on his face, suddenly relaxed after hearing this and turned to ask.
"Sir, do you need me to arrange a room for you? There is a private courtyard twenty feet away from the next door. It is very quiet..."
"Can!"
"Sir, do you need me to arrange a woman for you?"
No, I brought it myself... Ma Su glanced at the Qiang girl beside him and angrily scolded: "Stop talking nonsense and tell them to get out of the way!"
Being reprimanded by Ma Su in person, the bald Shouchan didn't take it seriously, but the former's eyes, honed in the battlefield, were particularly sharp and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, so he didn't dare to look at him and lowered his head in panic.
He waved his hand towards the door, and the guard hesitantly stepped back to make way for a narrow passage.
Ma Su opened his legs and just took a step when he suddenly heard the bald Shouchan say:
"Sir, please stay..."
"I still have something to ask you, little man."
"The options you just gave me are too harsh for me, the bald Xianbei. Can you please make some accommodations?"
"cannot!"
Ma Di put down these words and strode away with the Qiang girls first.
After Zhao Yun held the bald-haired Yuan Li with his sword, he decided.
A group of Xianbei warriors were left standing there, looking at each other in disbelief, raising their swords and not daring to move.
It wasn't that they were afraid of death, but that the leader, Bald-faced Shoutian, only had one son left, so the price of taking action rashly was a bit high.
But it is impossible for them to submit to the Shu Han like slaves.
The Han Dynasty in the past was powerful enough, and the Cao Wei Dynasty in the modern Han Dynasty was powerful enough. Even these two countries did not dare to ask their bald Xianbei to surrender like slaves before.
What is a mere Shu Han?
A small country that was suppressed and beaten by Wei dared to make such harsh demands!
hehe……
The bald-haired Shouchan thought the same way. He walked out of the room, looked at the dark night sky, and said to the little boy who came out behind him: "The bald-haired tree is functional. Do you think we should agree to Ma Su's request and rescue your uncle?"
The bald Shuji, who was less than ten years old, said without hesitation: "Grandpa, my uncle is an upright hero. He would not want to see the tribe become slaves of the Shu Han."
"Yes, he doesn't want to, but he is your only uncle..." The bald Shouchan sighed longly and stroked his grandson's head, but there was still half a sentence left in his throat.
He is also my grandfather's only remaining son.
"Tree function, what do you think we should do?" Bald Shouchan asked.
The bald tree turned around and looked twenty feet away. Under the darkness of night, the next door looked like a sleeping tiger.
He spoke word by word, and his childish words revealed a calmness that adults may not necessarily possess: "Grandpa, I am still a child and I don't understand this. You can make the decision."
"I'm going back to sleep."
After that, he ran back to the house.
The night is getting darker, the cool breeze is blowing, and the shore of Juyan Lake is quiet.
At the third watch, even Zhao Yun couldn't bear the sleepiness, so he leaned against the wall with his sword and took a nap.
Suddenly, without any warning, a trace of fire appeared in the small courtyard next door, rising into the sky with lightning speed.
In the room, the bald Shuji was lying by the window. The moment he saw the fire blazing into the sky, he turned around and threw himself on the bed, choking with sobs.
The bald Shouchan, who had a panoramic view of this scene, stood at the door, raising his head, with tears streaming down his face, without any joy in his heart that he was about to get rid of the enemy.
