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The temperature difference between day and night in the land of Sanchuan is still relatively large. No, Zhao Hongrun, who was only wearing a brocade suit, could feel the chill after taking only a few steps except for the tent of Sixth Uncle Zhao Yuanli.`
If I had known earlier, I should have wrapped myself in a sheepskin blanket and come out...bastard Uncle Six!
Zhao Hongrun's chest was rising and falling.
He really didn't expect that his uncle Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince, would actually perform a live sex act with a woman from the Qingyang tribe of the Qingyang tribe in front of his nephew, but that woman was quite cooperative.
In response to this, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but want to express his indignation in one sentence: What a shame!
Going back to Liu Wangshu Zhao Yuanli's small tent is asking for death. There is no way to sleep well. Then... where to go?
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Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but glance at another small tent, where the Yi girl lived.
Otherwise... go in in the dark?
Zhao Hongrun hesitated.
No wonder, it would be a lie to say that you are not attracted to the love shown by a lively and beautiful foreign girl.
But having said that, having sex with a foreign girl whom they first met less than a few hours ago, no, rolling on a sheepskin rug, is not in line with Zhao Hongrun's ideas.
Forget it, let's go squeeze in with Shen Yu and the others.
Zhao Hongrun quickly walked away.
This was his only escape route tonight. After all, there was no way he could go to Yulong, Mi Jiang, and Mi Rui's small tents.
but……
Where is Shen Yu's tent?
Standing at the Qingyang Tribe's campsite, Zhao Hongrun looked around.
He tried to approach a tent that was not too small, but before he could lift the tent, he heard faint gasps coming from inside the tent, which scared him so much that he quickly let go.
No? Are all the tents here...
Zhao Hongrun suddenly remembered that his uncle Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince, once told him that for Yin Rong, hunting activities like this were actually an indulgent celebration. Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun did not dare to break into any tent at will. After all,
It is quite immoral to destroy other good things.
So where do I go?
Zhao Hongrun thought for a while and looked around.
Suddenly, he saw a very eye-catching bonfire in the distance.
His heart moved, and he walked towards the huge bonfire.
Speaking of which, this was the first time that he walked alone at night without the company of any of the clan guards. The clan guards such as Shen Yu and others thought that their highness would sleep together with King Yi Zhao Yuanli, so they did not follow him.
What about protection?
To be honest, walking alone under the dark night sky feels very good.
The silence all around gave Zhao Hongrun the illusion that the whole world belonged to him.
Of course, those faint gasps really ruined the atmosphere.
After walking for more than a mile, Zhao Hongrun came to a huge bonfire.
Taking a closer look, he realized that the bonfire was really huge. The wooden shelves burning in the flames were all made of logs surrounded by adults. It was bigger than a two-story house in Wei State.
Be big.
From the bone residues scattered all over the place around the bonfire, it is easy to infer that a banquet must have been held here not long ago.
Could it be that the various tribes of the Yi tribe are holding a celebration to welcome their father and his party? According to this, this place is already outside the Qingyang Tribe’s camping area...
Zhao Hongrun looked around for a few times, preparing to sit on the crossbars that served as seats next to the bonfire and use the bonfire to keep warm.
Suddenly, he found a man in a cloak sitting on the crossbar not far away.
Are they from other tribes of the Yi people?
Zhao Hongrun walked over and said hello carefully: "Hello..."
However, before he could finish his words of greeting, there was only a clanging sound. The man in the cloak pulled out an iron sword with cold light from nowhere, and immediately placed it on Zhao Hongrun's neck.
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With the help of the light from the bonfire, Zhao Hongrun discovered that the other person was a young man of similar age to him, and he was also handsome. However, his eyes were full of wariness.
Feeling the slightest chill coming from his neck, Zhao Hongrun smiled unnaturally, spread his hands, and signaled to the other party that he
"..." The young man took a look at Zhao Hongrun, immediately put away the sharp sword in his hand, and muttered something.`
Ahhh. Language barrier...
Zhao Hongrun felt quite sorry, after all, it was not easy for him to find a chat partner tonight.
At this time, the young man noticed the indifferent expression on Zhao Hongrun's face and jabbered a few more words.
Although Zhao Hongrun couldn't understand it, he felt that the other party had changed his language.
Seeing this, he spread his hands and said in embarrassment: "Sorry, I really don't understand."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the young man frowned and asked in Wei dialect: "Are you from Wei?"
Wei people? What a strange statement...
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the other party in confusion. After all, everyone he met in the past called them Wei people, and almost no one called them Wei people.
However, this small problem was instantly forgotten by Zhao Hongrun after he realized that he could communicate with the other party verbally.
"Yes, I am from Wei State, who are you?"
"..." The young man looked at Zhao Hongrun deeply, and after a while he said: "I am from the Jiang tribe."
Ginger people?
Zhao Hongrun touched his chin. You must know that he learned about the Yi, Jie, and Yi tribes from the mouth of Amutu, the leader of the Qingyang tribe of the Yi tribe, but this was the first time he had heard of the Jiang tribe.
"Do the Jiang tribe also live in this area of Sanchuan?" Zhao Hongrun asked doubtfully.
"..." The young man looked at him for a while, then sat back on the crossbar and said lightly: "Our Jiang tribe is just a small tribe living on the border between Hexi (West of the Yellow River) and Sanchuan."
"Small tribe?" Zhao Hongrun sat down next to the young man and said with a half-smile: "Do people from small tribes master the languages of several ethnic groups?"
"..." The young man turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hongrun in surprise, as if asking silently: Don't you understand?
"I don't understand." Zhao Hongrun seemed to have read the other person's mind and explained with a smile: "But I feel it. The first sentence you just said is the language of the Sheang people, right? What about the second sentence? Jie
Tribe? Or the Yi tribe?”
"..." The young man glanced at Zhao Hongrun coldly and said nothing.
However, Zhao Hongrun finally found a chat partner who spoke the same language and was ready to have a long night of chatting with him. How could he be turned away by the other party's indifference?
No, he asked again: "What is your name?"
"..." It could be seen that the young man was already a little bored, but he did not do anything. He just said coldly: "Before asking the other party, shouldn't you tell yourself your family background?... Isn't this etiquette?"
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Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a moment, frowned and looked at the young man deeply, because he felt that the person who could say these words could not be from a small tribe.
"I am Ji Run from Wei State."
"..." The young man's face showed a bit of surprise when he heard this. He looked at Zhao Hongrun carefully for a few times, and then asked in surprise: "Are you from the royal family of Wei? King Su Jirun?"
If you can find out this, you are even less likely to be a member of a small tribe.
Zhao Hongrun smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Exactly... Dare I ask who you are?" After that, before the other party could speak, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't say you are from the Jiang tribe.
, you can’t be from a small tribe.”
"..." The young man looked at Zhao Hongrun with serious eyes, and suddenly said: "Jiang Clan. Jiang Ying."
Damn it! This sounds like a pseudonym. Who would use the name of a tribe as a surname?
Zhao Hongrun rubbed his forehead helplessly and said angrily: "Please, at least come up with a convincing pseudonym. If it's like you, wouldn't everyone in the Yi tribe have the surname Yi?"
"But my name is Jiang Ying." The young man looked unmoved, but the smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his inner thoughts.
"Okay, okay, Jiang Ying, just Jiang Ying." Zhao Hongrun was unable to argue with the other party and asked curiously: "So Jiang Ying, what are you doing here? This joint hunting is between me, the Wei people, Yin... and Liang.
A gathering of the Jie, Jie, and Yi tribes to discuss important matters. In fact, your so-called Jiang tribe is not included in the invitation, right?"
"..." The young man frowned and said calmly: "No. Our Jiang clan can be considered a small branch of the Yi clan."
"Huh?" An inexplicable smile appeared on Zhao Hongrun's face, and he suddenly asked: "How many people are there in your tribe?"
"Two...about two thousand."
"How many sheep are there?"
"More than four thousand."
"Where to graze?"
"The grassland not far outside the tribe."
“How many people are involved in herding?”
"Maybe dozens of people."
"What is the name of the other tribe closest to you?"
"Ubian."
"How big is it?"
"About 20,000 people."
"How many sheep are there?"
"More than sixty thousand."
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During Zhao Hongrun's continuous questioning, the young man answered fluently without any flaws.
After a long while, the young man asked proudly: "You can finally believe what I say, right?"
"Hmm." Zhao Hongrun nodded pretending to be convinced, and suddenly smiled strangely: "As a member of a small Jiang tribe, you have a very thorough understanding of the affairs of other tribes around your tribe."
"..." The young man's expression suddenly changed, and he realized that he had been deceived by Zhao Hongrun.
Seeing his reaction, Zhao Hongrun felt more confident. He looked at the other person up and down, and said with a smile: "You are not from the Jiang tribe. Let me guess, who are you?"
Seeing Zhao Hongrun's thoughtful look, the young man seemed a little nervous and subconsciously held his breath.
Suddenly, Zhao Hongrun said categorically: "You are from Qin!"
In an instant, the young man's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to draw out the weapon again, but unexpectedly, Zhao Hongrun had already drawn out the dagger hidden in his boot and pressed it against the opponent's ribs.
Perhaps sensing the threat at his waist, the young man did not dare to move.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun took the sword from his hand that had not yet been unsheathed and placed it on his left side.