When His Highness Taisun walked out of the camp accompanied by Tuo Huan and Baoyin Qiqige, he saw that there were bonfires everywhere in the camp of the Wara people. Whole sheep and cow legs were roasting on the blazing fire, and the Wara people were drinking mare's milk.
, while singing and dancing, the camp was already in a festive atmosphere.
At that moment, Wang Xian even felt that Wala people were the winners of this war. It was not until Baoyinqiqige whispered in his ear that it was all thanks to you, that he suddenly realized that this banquet was to celebrate the successful capture of
At that moment, he really wanted to shout: "Everyone has been fooled. I am fake, fake, fake. Let's see how these guys react. But for the sake of my little
Considering my fate, I can only think about it and give up.
While thinking wildly, he followed the two men to the king's tent of the Wala people. It was still the huge and gorgeous golden tent. After the sudden loss of temperature, the tent seemed to be a little more shabby, but at this time, the tent was open inside and outside.
The lanterns were decorated with colorful lights, and the torches were shining high. The maids carried delicacies and milk wine into the big tent. The tent was covered with luxurious Mongolian carpets, and gold and silver tableware were placed on the table. The guests were all wearing Mongolian traditional aristocratic costumes - Zhisunfu.
, but the carpet was full of stains, the wine utensils were also incomplete, and the quality of the clothes was even more uneven. It was like a down-and-out nobleman, trying his best to find his former glory that he could never regain.
Wang Xian heard someone playing Mongolian music on the morinouqur. The low and sad music made him, a rough man, feel a little sad. There were tall warriors in golden armor guarding the door of the king's tent, and they also wore aunt bowls on their heads.
The maid dressed in the costume of a Mongolian noble stood there with a silver bowl and a flower bowl. The faint fragrance of flowers and wine floated in the air, which was intoxicating.
I have to admit that although the nobility has declined, its heritage is still there, and this banquet is still very high-level.
"Hahaha, His Royal Highness Taisun has arrived. I am sorry for the delay in greeting you, please forgive me." A bold laughter rang out, interrupting Wang Xian's thoughts. He saw a man of short stature, with a rectangular face and ridges.
A middle-aged man with horns and small eyes but dazzling eyes came out with a smile. It was Mahamu, the grand master of Wala. There was no sign of failure on his face, but a look of pride on his face.
"What are you talking about, Your Majesty?" Wang Xian saluted him with clasped fists: "You are an elder, and I feel uneasy if I ask you to come out to greet me."
"Hahaha, let's not be polite and hurry in. King Khan is already waiting impatiently." The two of them chatted for a while, and Mahamu took Wang Xian's hand and walked inside. When he went in, Wang Xian saw the sweat.
The tent is really big and can easily accommodate more than a hundred people for dining. The decoration inside is also very exquisite. There is a thick Persian carpet on the floor, nine copper tripod-shaped fire pots are placed on it, golden curtains are hung on the walls, and a low-legged dining table
The table was filled with gold and silver utensils, and Mongolian nobles were seated behind the table. It was like going back to the palace banquet scene when Mongolia was in its heyday a hundred years ago.
Daliba stood up from his seat early, welcomed Wang Xian into the tent with a smile, and asked him to sit with him in the most honorable seat. Mahamu and his brother Taiping sat separately on the left and right. After sitting down, Mahamu
Mu smiled and said: "His Royal Highness Taisun's visit this time is actually the most important happy event for us in Mongolia. Therefore, the Great Khan specially prepared a fake horse banquet for His Highness to taste."
"It's a great honor." Wang Xian nodded and smiled, thinking to himself: Fried horse feast? Could it be that he wants to fry a big horse and eat it?
Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Daliba smiled and said: "Actually, it is a roasted whole cow feast. This is our most grand banquet." Not many Oara people understand Chinese, but the top nobles will learn this from childhood.
, such as the Mahamu father and son and the Daliba brother and sister,
"Roasted whole beef feast?" Wang Xian suddenly asked: "Is that grand enough?" He had only heard of the roasted whole lamb feast, but he did not expect that there was a higher-end whole beef feast.
Before the banquet started, Mahamu stood up and spoke to the leaders while holding a wine glass. Although he was speaking in Mongolian, which Wang Xian could not understand, he could see from the way those guys looked at him from time to time, as well as the way they waved their fists high and screamed.
From the performance of howling like a wolf, you can guess... Lao Ma must be making excuses with the grandson of the Ming Dynasty, emphasizing that this battle will not be lost, and the final victory will definitely belong to them.
Of course it was difficult for Daliba to translate these words, so he just looked at Wang Xian with a smile that was quite teasing.
Wang Xian knew that he was not targeting himself, but Mahamu... because he knew that Taisun was fake, and the more excited Mahamu became, the more ridiculous he seemed.
After Mahamu finished speaking and took his seat, the master of ceremonies began to recite chants in Mongolian. Daliba did not look like a king of Khan, but more like an interpreter. He translated softly for Wang Xian: "High above the sky, he rules all living beings, and his glory shines everywhere.
Continent, bestows hundreds of officials and thousands of posts in all directions..."
Then the singing and dancing started, the firelight flickered in the nine copper tripods, and twenty shirtless Mongolian young men danced a mysterious shaman dance. However, judging from Wang Xian's low level of appreciation, these guys were
Dancing like a master...
After finally waiting until the meal started, the eight warriors carried in the cheating horse, which was the roasted whole ox, and aimed the nine heads at the most distinguished guest - His Royal Highness the Ming Dynasty Taisun. Then they presented the silver Mongolian
Wang Xian took the knife and didn't know much about it. Was he going to dig out a cow's eye and eat it? Fortunately, Da Liba explained softly on the side, and he realized that he was going to use the knife to cut the whole cow's forehead.
A cross.
Next, Mahamu used the wine served by the master of ceremonies to perform the satsa ceremony. Originally, this etiquette should be performed by the Khan, but whose territory is subject to whose territory, can Daliba compete with Lao Ma? What's more, he can't compete with Lao Ma.
Having long been accustomed to being treated as nothing, An An Fenfen acted as his translator and explained to Wang Xian that the Mongolians believe that all food and drink are gifts from the ancestors of heaven and earth, so everyone must perform the "Sacha Ceremony" before enjoying food and drink.
To express your gratitude. Specifically, you stand up respectfully, dip your right ring finger into the glass of wine and sprinkle it three times to the heaven and earth, respecting the heaven and the earth and respecting the ancestors.
Wang Xian also followed the local customs. After performing the Sacha ceremony, everyone was ready to get started during the singing and dancing performances of Mongolian men and women. After eating some roasted lamb legs as a base, Mahamu presented Wang Xian with koumiss. Wang Xian
He understood the etiquette of later Mongolians, and knew that pushing and dragging would be considered impolite, so he took it and drank it in one gulp. It was very soft and smooth in the mouth, cool and sweet, almost like drinking a drink.
Seeing that he was so brittle, Mahamu was indeed very happy. He laughed and said: "Your Highness is really a cheerful person. I just like cheerful people." He said to the crowd: "Quick, come and give a toast to His Majesty the Grand Sun." The leaders followed.
Everyone came forward to offer wine to Wang Xian. Wang Xian accepted all who came and drank bowl after bowl. Daliba looked a little worried and whispered: "This wine is called 'Ariji,' and it is steamed twice with sour mare's milk.
It’s similar to your Han family’s Laoshao, but the mare’s milk is very creamy. This wine is light in the mouth, but it’s easy to get drunk.”
Wang Xian nodded, but still welcomed all comers. The whole room was full of Wala leaders who saluted him. He was still talking and laughing freely and was not drunk, which shocked everyone... Although the banquet was nominally held to welcome His Highness the Grand Sun, every day
In my heart, I regard Wang Xian as their prisoner. They suffered such a defeat at Hulanhu Wenwen, half of their subordinates were killed, and their hatred for the Ming Dynasty is like a prairie fire. They can do nothing to Zhu Di and his army, and now
If Zhu Di's son falls into their hands, even if they can't touch him, they still have to humiliate him to relieve his hatred. Even Mahamu thought so, so he ordered everyone to take turns to toast, just to make the king
Xian got drunk and looked at his ugly appearance.
Little did they know that Wang Xian was the world's most cunning man, capable of causing mischief in anything he did. He had a limited capacity for alcohol, and he used to get drunk every time he drank in Zhejiang, which was fine. But when he arrived in the capital, he became the military advisor of the Young Army. In order to suppress the
To help the officers and soldiers, he had to turn to Wu Wei, the son of an imperial physician. Wu Wei used a combination of kudzu root, white cardamom and tea leaves to make a "Dionysus Pill" for him. If taken in advance when drinking, it would increase his alcohol capacity by several degrees.
times, and can keep a clear mind even when drunk.
Wang Xian relied on this kind of Dionysian pills to be able to drink in the camp without any problems, but he had to keep some on hand to meet emergencies. He guessed that he would be drunk, so he took two pills before going to the banquet.
Although there was a burning sensation in his stomach now, his demeanor was calm and his mind was clear, which shocked Mahamu and the others into a daze.
Mongolians admire men who have a good drinker. They even simply believe that a good drinker means good tolerance and courage, and he must be a good man. Only Baoyinqiqige was convinced that this guy must be cheating again...
Looking back, she remembered that Wang Xian had taken two pills before he came in for sex. She didn't care at the time, but now she realized that he was taking hangover pills. But her current position could not expose him, she could only let him know.
This kid continues to be proud...
But Mahamu couldn't let Wang Xian be so proud. He looked at his younger brother, Taiping stood up and smiled knowingly: "Today, the Tubo people sent a precious thing to the grand master. Why don't you take it out to open your eyes and add to the fun?"
?”
"Okay," Mahamu nodded and said, "Please bring that thing out." The guard went down and soon came in with an exquisite bird fence. On the railing stood a peacock with gorgeous and long tail feathers.
.He holds his head high and his chest high, looking very noble.
Peacocks are born in the south. You can't easily see them in the north, let alone on the grasslands. Many leaders don't know what they are?
"Your Highness must recognize that this bird is called a peacock." Mahamu stretched out his fingers to tease the peacock, but the peacock ignored him at all and continued to tie its tail. "It's a pity to say that although this peacock is very beautiful,
But it is too cautious and never opens its screen. Let’s have a test today and take turns to see who can make it open its screen.”
Wang Xian didn't think it was anything at first, but when he thought about it, he was furious again.