Seeing that Zhao Hongrun remained silent, Wu Wu, the young leader of the Qingyang tribe, frowned.
From the side, Oona had a look of disbelief on her face. She pulled Zhao Hongrun's sleeve and called out sadly: "Ji Run..."
Looking at the brother and sister, Zhao Hongrun lowered his voice and said: "I will explain this matter in person later... But first, please let me meet Uncle Amutu."
"..." Wu Wu frowned and looked at Zhao Hongrun. Then he glanced at his sister Wu Na's hand holding the latter's sleeve, nodded slowly and said, "Okay...but dad is still behind the team.
I'll go and tell him, you guys stay here for now."
"Thank you." Zhao Hongrun hugged his fists and thanked him.
Wuwu nodded, mounted his mount and headed towards the rear of the migration team of his own tribe.
As soon as he left, Oona hugged Zhao Hongrun tighter.
It has to be said that Zhao Hongrun couldn't get used to the passionate feelings of the Yi girl.
What's more, the clan guards and Su Wang guards not far away were all watching.
Therefore, in order to divert Oona's attention, Zhao Hongrun asked: "Oona, is your Qingyang tribe planning to migrate?"
"Yeah." Oona leaned on Zhao Hongrun's shoulder and said softly: "Didn't you and Uncle Ji Li remind us to move the tribe as soon as possible? Have you forgotten?"
Of course, it was impossible for Zhao Hongrun to forget it. He just asked Oona to pay attention to the posture of the two of them. After all, there were many people looking here frequently.
Just when Zhao Hongrun was thinking about how to "cool down" this overly enthusiastic girl, two Sanchuan cavalrymen came over on their horses.
"Oona!" one of them shouted.
Zhao Hongrun turned around and took a look when he heard the sound, and then noticed that the two Sanchuan cavalrymen were actually two very young boys, about seventeen or eighteen to twenty-one or twelve years old.
Only then did he realize that the two to three hundred Sanchuan cavalrymen who had just chased them were actually young men sent by the Qingyang tribe to serve as outposts during the migration.
"Jeddah, Schaub." Oona greeted with a smile, obviously an acquaintance.
The two young men of the Sheng ethnic group named Jida and Shaobu were hesitant to look at Zhao Hongrun and Oona. Immediately, one of them couldn't help but asked: "Who is this person? Why are you...
Him?"
These two people don’t recognize me?
Zhao Hongrun, who understood the language of the Yi people, unexpectedly looked at the two Yi people for a few times, and immediately came to a conclusion in his mind: these two Yi people from the Qingyang tribe obviously did not follow the last joint hunting, otherwise
, it is impossible not to recognize him.
But having said that, Zhao Hongrun always felt that the looks in the eyes of these two young men from the Sheng ethnic group were a bit strange.
Hey hey hey... No way?
Zhao Hongrun had vaguely noticed something.
At this moment, Oona happily hugged Zhao Hongrun tightly and said in the Sheng language: "He? His name is Ji Run, and he is my man."
Isn't it too...too straightforward?
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, after thinking about it, he was relieved. After all, in the Yi people's dialect, a certain man actually meant a husband or a lover.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun glanced at the two poor teenagers with his peripheral vision, and sure enough he found that after hearing Oona's words that he was my man, they already had stunned and heartbroken expressions.
Suddenly, one of the teenagers pointed at Zhao Hongrun and shouted: "Who is that? I want to duel with you!"
"..." Zhao Hongrun scratched his face, his expression a little subtle.
It's no wonder, after all, he and Oona had already rolled on a sheepskin rug during the joint hunt, and the latter's virginity had already been taken by him. Now that a competitor has popped up, don't you think it's too late?
Or is it that the Yi people don’t care about “that”?
Zhao Hongrun's expression became more subtle.
At this time, Oona hugged Zhao Hongrun and said with her tongue out: "My Ji Run hunted a bear..."
Zhao Hongrun blushed slightly when he saw the surprised expressions of the two young people from the Sheng tribe.
After all, the bear that was hunted during the joint hunt was all thanks to Sixth Prince Zhao Yuanli and his clan guards. Even Shen Yu and the others didn't get involved at the time, let alone Zhao Hongrun.
What's more, using a siege weapon like a heavy crossbow to hunt bears cannot be called bravery.
"Just...even if this is the case, I will fight you!" A young man named Jida still refused to give up.
Looking at the other party's serious and serious expression, Zhao Hongrun really didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing.
At this time, Wu Wu, the young patriarch, returned to this place on horseback, greeted Zhao Hongrun and said: "Wei boy, come with me, dad wants to see you."
After that, he noticed Jida and Shaobu and asked in surprise: "What are you two doing here? Are you lazy? Go ahead and explore the way."
It can be seen that the young patriarch Wuwu, the future successor of the Qingyang tribe, is quite prestigious among the younger generation. When he shouted, the two young men Jida and Shaobu quickly drove away on their horses.
Watching the two people fleeing away, Wu Wu glanced meaningfully at Zhao Hongrun and said pointedly: "Pick the most beautiful Wu Xu flower in my Qingyang tribe and be prepared to be hated by those gangsters. Get ready."
This guy...
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Wu Wu in surprise, because he felt that although the young patriarch of the Qingyang tribe seemed to be simple and honest, his senses were quite sharp, and he could tell what had just happened at a glance.
People like this are often shrewd.
"Wuxuhua?... Is it a beautiful metaphor for nobles?" Zhao Hongrun certainly understood the Oona Wu Wu was pointing at. He was just curious as to why Wusuhua was used as a metaphor.
Wuwu smiled and said: "It's a small white flower that grows near the Wusu Oath Stone Monument. It's very beautiful... If you have the opportunity to go to Wusu Royal Court in the future, you might as well go and see it."
"That's really something to experience." Zhao Hongrun said with a smile.
"Brother Wuwu, Ji Run..." Wu Na complained with a blushing face.
Later, Zhao Hongrun learned that the Wusu flower was actually an ordinary white wild flower. After the people of Wei and Sanchuan erected a stone tablet inscribed with the Wusu oath in the latter's royal court, this flower bloomed miraculously. Being near the stone monument made many people of the Yi people marvel that this might be God's will. Therefore, Wu Xuhua has symbolized the pure friendship between the people of Sanchuan and the Wei State for a long time, so it is highly respected by the people of the Yi people.
Chatting and laughing with Wu Wu and Wu Na brothers, Zhao Hongrun came to a simple large tent.
This tent was temporarily built by Amutu, the patriarch of the Qingyang tribe, after learning about the arrival of Zhao Hongrun and his party.
After getting off his horse, Wu Wu came to Zhao Hongrun's side, helped his younger sister Wu Na down, then pointed to the tent behind him and said, "Dad is inside."
After Oona got off the horse, Zhao Hongrun also got off the horse.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun was followed by Mi Jiang, Yushi Buguan Qiu Yu, and a group of Zongwei and Suwangwei.
"Shen Yu, Mi Jiang, Master Qiu, you and I will go in, while the others rest where they are."
Zhao Hongrun ordered.
At this time, Wu Wu called a tribesman over, pointed at the other clan guards and more than a hundred King Su guards, and whispered to the tribesman: "Bring some goat's milk wine and goat cakes over here to satisfy their hunger."
"Yes." The Qingyang tribe member nodded.
After the arrangements were made, Wu Wu invited Zhao Hongrun, Mi Jiang, Shen Yu and Qiu Yu into the tent.
At this time, in the tent, Amutu, the patriarch of the Qingyang Tribe, was sitting in the main seat. When he saw Zhao Hongrun and four people walking in with the tent raised, he immediately stood up and stretched out his arms in a hug.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun quickly raised his hands in salute and respectfully shouted: "My nephew has met Uncle Amutu."
joke!
He didn't want to be like Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince's uncle, who warmly hugged Uncle Amutu in front of the rest of the people in the tent, and had to call him "my good friend" at the end. This was too shameful!
Maybe it was because Zhao Hongrun chose to salute instead of hugging him more enthusiastically that Amutu, the patriarch of the Qingyang Tribe, had some unfinished thoughts.
Fortunately, Oona was holding Zhao Hongrun's arm at this moment. As her father, Amutu couldn't leave his little daughter and step forward to hug Zhao Hongrun, so he patted Zhao Hongrun on the shoulder, frowned and said, "You're still so thin. , Uncle, let me tell you, a man must be strong in order to protect his woman and wealth."
Zhao Hongrun smiled bitterly and nodded in agreement, which was regarded as accepting the view of the Sheang people.
After all, in the Wei State, although nominally the criterion for measuring a person's excellence lies in his talent and moral character, to be honest, in most cases, the criterion used to measure a person is still inseparable from the words power and money; however, for the Yi people It's much more pure here. The standard they use to evaluate a man is whether he is strong or not.
Of course, you also have to be good-looking. Being strong alone is not enough to attract those young Shei girls.
"Isn't your uncle here?" Amutu asked while inviting Zhao Hongrun and others to take their seats.
"Uncle Six?" Zhao Hongrun shook his head when he heard this and explained, "Uncle Six is staying in Daliang."
After saying that, he looked around the tent.
Because he saw two strange men from the Qingyang tribe in the seats on the right side of the tent.
"Please take a seat."
They were seated separately. As the leader of the Qingyang tribe, Amutu naturally sat in the main seat. The row of seats to his left was reserved for Zhao Hongrun, Mi Jiang, Shen Yu and Qiu Yu.
In the row opposite, there were two middle-aged men that Zhao Hongrun had noticed just now. Amutu's eldest son, Wu Wu, the young chief of the Qingyang tribe, sat at the head of them.
As for Oona, maybe it was because she had not been with Zhao Hongrun for many days, but now she was squeezed into the same seat with him, which made Zhao Hongrun and Amutu look a little strange.
Who are these two people?
After taking his seat, Zhao Hongrun looked at the two Qingyang tribe members opposite him.
He has no impression of these two people, which means that these two people did not participate in the previous joint hunting. But having said that, these two people can sit in the tent and listen at this time, which means that the other party is in the Qingyang Tribe. His status is not low, he may be a leader within the tribe.
Just as Zhao Hongrun was secretly guessing, among the two "leaders" opposite, a man with a big beard and a somewhat slovenly look spoke up.
"Hey, boys from the Wei Kingdom, in the past few days, those who massacred our people on our land of Sanchuan were your Wei army's troops, right?"
"..."
As soon as they met, Zhao Hongrun felt strong hostility from the other party. (To be continued.)