Fan Xian looked at the young man and smiled, but the deep thoughts were hidden by the smile, but the young man didn't find out. He had stood on the meadow for quite a while, watching the young man come out of the king's tent, and waited for the young man to gradually approach the meadow before saying those six words.
He wanted to give this young man a chance to strike up a conversation, because he knew that this young man who walked out of the king's tent must really want to talk to the businessman from Zhongyuan. And the way of talking is one of Fan Xian's best kungfu. Thinking of the Northern Qi Dynasty's saint Haitang, she was finally defeated by his kung fu, let alone this young man.
"Of course." The young man laughed and said, "Although there are only six words, the aura of the grassland was immediately forced out by these six words."
This is an excuse. This is a very lame excuse found by a young man who has been lonely on the grassland for a long time and urgently needs to chat with people from Central Plains to relieve his homesickness. In such a short period of time, he quickly made a decision-this young man was obviously not a barbarian, but he walked out of the king's tent. He must have something to do with the person he was looking for, so he made a move.
"People from the Central Plains?" Fan Xian pretended to look at him suspiciously, and asked, "I haven't seen you in the caravan along the way."
"When I came back last time, some of the goods were not sold. Your Majesty treated us guests very well, so I stayed to see if there was any benefit." It was obvious that this young man was not a master of lying. Some problems were heard.
"This is my first time here." Fan Xian chuckled, pointed to the Crescent Sea and the grassland in front of him, and said, "I didn't expect the scenery on the grassland to be so charming."
"If you watch it for a long time, you will get tired of it." The young man said with a wry smile.
"Oh? I just arrived today, and I still can't feel tired. How long have you been here?" Fan Xian asked curiously, "It's said that barbarians are barbaric. You live here, aren't you afraid that they will suddenly go crazy?"
After disguising, Fan Xian had a handsome and sincere face, coupled with his relaxed tone of voice and extremely sincere attitude, it was easy to gain the trust of others. The conversation between him and this young man proceeded naturally.
This young man's surname is Wei, and his name is Wucheng, which is probably a pseudonym. In his words, he is also a member of the grassland to do business, but he was forced to stay in the grassland. He has been here for more than three months. .
However, Fan Xian already had calculations in his heart, so he naturally wouldn't believe these excuses. If it was a merchant, how could it be possible to enter and leave the king's tent so easily? With deliberate calculations and unintentional calculations, and with the insidiousness of sincerity, he dealt with the homesick young people, and he easily came up with some words.
Especially the young man's attire, the pair of barbarian leather boots that have been worn out, revealing that he has been on the grassland for a long time. Through these conversations, Fan Xian obtained a lot of useful information. For example, there should be more than one young person from the Central Plains who stayed in the Crescent Sea King's Tent, and at least ten people who stayed for a long time. and so on.
"After all, it is the territory of the barbarians. After the cargo is emptied this time, brother Wei should go back to the Central Plains." Fan Xian sincerely invited: "Come with our caravan, and the road safety is guaranteed."
Wei Wucheng was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, seeing the sincere expression of this young businessman, he felt a little guilty in his heart. He didn't quite understand why he had chatted with this seemingly ordinary young businessman for so long, but he could feel that the conversation was very comfortable and that the other party was a very trustworthy conversation partner.
If Wei Wucheng's deduction is spread, the whole world will laugh out loud. Is Nanqing Fan Xian someone who can be trusted
"Okay, I'll ask the elders in the clan for instructions." Wei Wucheng replied with a forced smile. Fan Xian would not be so stupid as to directly point out this point, he stood up from the meadow, patted his butt, and said, "Brother Wei, see you tonight."
In the evening, Xihu King's Tent hosted a banquet for the original businessman. If Wei Wucheng was really a businessman, he would definitely meet him at the banquet. After hesitating for a moment, Wei Wucheng explained: "The banquet is to entertain you tonight, and we probably won't come."
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"Wei Wucheng doesn't have an accent, but he's definitely not a businessman." Fan Xian took a sip of goat's milk wine, frowned in discomfort, and said to Mu Fenger beside him, "And he stayed on the grassland for at least a year. Together with him, there are at least a dozen other people who can enter and leave the king's tent at will."
Mu Feng'er glanced at the lord, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the person we are looking for?"
"It should be about the same." Fan Xian didn't seem to think that his luck was so good, but he shook his head immediately, "But this Wei Wucheng is not a professional spy, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a big mistake. I was thinking, these What are the people from the Central Plains trying to do in Xihu territory?"
Fan Xian put down the bowl, looked at Mu Feng'er and said, "The most important thing is that the person named Songzhi Xianling hasn't shown his body yet. No matter what Wei Wucheng and his group can do to help Xihu, but Xihu Hu Wangzhang trusts this pedestrian so much, it must be because of Songzhi Xianling."
"According to my lord, I went to inquire about it, but I didn't dare to say my name directly, for fear of attracting others' attention." Mu Feng'er said: "However, in the past two years or so, Xihu Shanyu has never taken a concubine. Concubine, I have never even had a woman other than the main wife."
Fan Xian paused for a moment. From the very beginning, he believed that Songzhi Xianling was a woman, so Mu Fenger started to investigate from this angle, but when he heard Mu Fenger's report at this time, Fan Xian couldn't help but He laughed and said, "If it's really her, how could she be Shan Yu's concubine?"
"There is one more question." Mu Feng'er said seriously: "I think that Wei Wucheng's appearance is too coincidental, too coincidental to explain, and what he said cannot be completely believed. What if it is a trap or misleading?"
"My target is not those Central Plains people in the king's tent." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Wei Wucheng's appearance is a coincidence to you, but it is not a coincidence at all to me."
He shook his head and said: "The grassland and the Central Plains are completely two worlds. If you don't stay here for a year or so, you can't understand those people's longing for their hometown... Wei Wucheng is still a young man, and his homesickness is unstoppable. Seeing We merchants from the Central Plains certainly want to talk and hear what interesting things happened in our homeland."
Does homesickness really make people so uncomfortable? Mu Feng'er frowned, thinking to herself that after being transferred from one office to the Qi Nian team, she had also been sent out on missions, but she didn't think it would be so.
As if guessing what Mu Fenger was thinking, Fan Xian said: "The missions sent abroad will be finished one day, but those Central Plains people who go in and out of the king's tent... or people from Northern Qi, they may never be able to return to their hometown .”
After saying this, he fell into silence. The reason why he could feel Wei Wucheng's thoughts so clearly was because Fan Xian knew very well how many emotions would accumulate in his heart for a wanderer stranded in a foreign land whose homeland is hard to return to.
Just like himself, after leaving the world full of the smell of medicine, he would never go back. Although he never thought about it, he still missed it hard.
"Even... Wei Wucheng is homesick and wants to talk to the merchants in Central Plains, but aren't the people in Wang's tent afraid of his slipping the tongue?"
"He used his identity as a merchant, and we couldn't go deep into the king's account to see the deliberations of the Xihu nobles. No one can prove anything."
Obviously, Mu Feng'er was still very worried about Wei Wucheng's accidental encounter with Mrs. Tisi, and frowned and said, "I just think it's very strange, since it's just a casual chat, why didn't he go to the businessman of Xiong's family, or me...but why? Found you, my lord?"
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, a lovely smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It was not a coincidence that I met Wei Wucheng... You must know that when he came out of the king's tent, I was already standing on the meadow , watching his every move."
Mu Feng'er could also see that scene clearly. He stood at the door of the tent by the Crescent Sea, watching Master Tisi standing on the meadow, overlooking the grassland lake.
"I look better, even if I put on makeup, I still look better..." Fan Xian said with a smile: "And it will give people a feeling that they are willing to get close. When I stood on the meadow, the bearded girl next to Haizi They're all looking at me hotly, didn't you notice?"
Mu Feng'er's complexion changed. Such narcissistic words are really not easy to accept. But he also knew that what Mr. Tisi said was just the truth. He might be able to pretend to be an ordinary businessman, but he was definitely the most attractive one among the businessmen.
"I stood on the meadow to attract the attention of that young man who hastily walked out of the king's tent." Fan Xian said, "I want him to see me at a glance, and then... come to me. If I seduce Wei Wucheng came to talk to me, and it is not a deviation from the truth."
Mu Feng'er spread his hands helplessly, and said, "So it's a beauty trap."
The two were chatting gossip in the tent, but they were actually waiting for the arrival of the king's tent banquet when the sun slanted against the crescent sea. Not long after, an interpreter from Hu Renli came to treat the guests respectfully. The merchants in the various tents came out one after another, without any goods, but in their arms, they should have precious gifts for Shan Yu.
Mu Feng'er also brought some with her. Fan Xian was not very clear about the specific arrangements. He just walked at the end of the crowd and walked towards the king's tent without attracting attention.
The largest tent at the foot of the mountain, and the towering king's flag, marked the noble status and powerful strength of the people inside. Looking at this scene, Fan Xian couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart. This is the king's tent of Xihu, and the owner of the grassland lives in it. The Qing army fought and chased the owner of the grassland for countless years, but they never managed to find this king's flag.
Because the Xihu King's Tent moved at any time, and the traces were mysterious, no matter whether it was Emperor Qing who personally led the army to the west, or the subsequent attacks by the First Prince and the Ye family, they couldn't find each other, and they couldn't even get close.
Fan Xian's footsteps moved slowly, thinking in his heart that the king's tent, which could not be approached by tens of thousands of cavalry, was actually right in front of him. This kind of attraction and temptation was really incomparably huge. However, he immediately calmed down. The fact that Xihu Wangzhang dared to declare this in front of the world now proved the other party's intentions and the changes brought about by those Central Plains people in Wangzhang.
After entering the king's tent, it was discovered that this tent was no longer a tent, but a palace with a unique style. The high canopy was painted with strange patterns, and there was a strange light in the clouds, which was so brilliant that it made Fan Xian A strange feeling of familiarity suddenly appeared, as if I had seen it somewhere before.
His identity is the second head of the No. 1 Commercial Firm in Shazhou, and his status is much lower than that of other big businessmen, but he just followed Mu Feng'er and sat in the seat closest to the door.
And the owner of the grassland, the king of Xihu, sits on the deepest seat.
It was so dark in the tent that the Shan Yu's face could not be seen clearly. Fan Xian squinted his eyes and stared at it as unobtrusively as possible, and could only make out that it was a middle-aged man in his thirties.
Then Fan Xian realized that his calmness was really necessary. Because at the side of the Xihu king, six or seven Hu people's masters looked at the audience coldly.
They are real masters, and three or four of them are even above Hu Ge's strength. Fan Xian lowered his head, secretly reckoning that even if he played at the extreme level, he could only deal with four people at most, and the king of the grassland whose face was hidden in the shadows was sitting steadily and looking like a wolf or tiger. I don't know the level of strength.
Wanting to capture the Tiger King in the tiger's den was not brave, but stupid, and Fan Xian didn't have the consciousness to serve as the death squad of the Qing Army's iron cavalry, so he lowered his head and gnawed on the leg of lamb, remained silent and listened .
It's just a shame there wasn't much information at the banquet to keep in mind. The mutton was delicious, and the Hu servant girl serving the wine was also full of healthy beauty, but the praises of the merchants and the enthusiastic toasts of the powerful households were really annoying to listen to. And the King of the Grassland was not as full of the rough taste of the grassland as Fan Xian had imagined, and even after an entire hour of banquet, the Shan Yu only spoke a total of three sentences.
But it was these three sentences that made Fan Xian feel a bit cold, because although the tone was polite, there was a sense of intimidation inside.
In the detailed information of the Overwatch Council, there are not many records about this Chanyu. One is that the Wang Zhang has always been secretive, and the other is that in the past few decades, due to the continuous attack of the powerful Qing Kingdom, Xihu has been defeated year after year, and the control and influence of the Shan Yu Wang Ting has been far inferior to before. His prestige was getting higher and higher, and when his father died, there were even rumors that he would choose one of the two virtuous kings to succeed him.
Later, although it was difficult for the Shanyu to inherit the royal court, the entire grassland vaguely regarded the two virtuous kings as strong. Qingguo's intelligence work had already been transferred to the tents of the two virtuous kings, and he somewhat ignored this Shanyu.
Unexpectedly, the young Shan Yu, who was in his early thirties, actually controlled the situation on the grassland very well, and began to vigorously weaken the power of the two wise kings on the left and right, especially against all opinions, he welcomed the barbarian brothers from the northern snowfield, Incorporating the more than ten thousand northern barbarian elites into the royal court's personal guards, their strength suddenly increased.
What's more, there are so many people from the Central Plains in the king's account of Shan Yu, what exactly does he want to do? While drinking, Fan Xian wondered about that Shan Yu in the dark.
At this moment, that List Yu seemed to feel something strange, raised his head with a frown, his eyes were falcon-like, and he scanned the table.
He didn't notice anything, because when his eyes fell on the doorway, Fan Xian was peeking drunkenly at the puffy breasts of the Xihu girl beside him. The characters are well played.
As the old saying goes, Emperor Qing and Fan Xian are the two most powerful actors in the world.
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After a big banquet, many businessmen were drunk by the barbarians, oil lamps were hung high in the tent, emitting a trace of black smoke, Shan Yu and King Gu Yi of the Left and Right went to rest, and the remaining two big pawns Hu Hu and the heroes of the Hu tribe are still relentlessly grabbing the Central Plains merchants to drink.
Fan Xian and Mu Feng'er were already drunk and unconscious, and they were carried back to the tent. It's a pity and a blessing that Xihu's actions are not as absurd and shameless as the Central Plains people slandered. At least these In the tents of the Central Plains merchants, there was no bearded woman with an attractive figure who was as beautiful as a wild flower to sleep with.
After the lights went out, Mu Feng'er sat up with difficulty, and when she turned around, she saw Fan Xian's bright eyes, wolf-like eyes, and couldn't help but shudder.
In the Datong Shop in Qingzhou City, Mu Fenger had also seen this kind of look, which was totally different from the gentleness and coldness that adults are used to. I don't know if it was the slashing autumn wind on the grassland that caused something fierce in Fan Xian's heart to re-emerge. emerged.
Fan Xian handed over a hangover pill, without any need to explain anything, left the tent, took advantage of the cover of the night, passed through the barbarian camp, and came to the lonely mountain behind the Crescent Sea. Strap it up and crawl up the hill.
When he was about to climb to the top of the mountain, he found a protruding rock, sat on the side behind the rock, took out a small tube from his arms, fiddled with it carefully twice, then stretched the small tube to his chest above the right eye.
Fan Xian personally designed the latest telescope produced in Neiku, and was the first to use it.
The cylinder quietly faced the Xihu King's tent camp below which was still noisy. After an unknown amount of time, Fan Xian frowned, because from inside the cylinder, he saw that Shan Yuxing came out and turned to a small tent on the right rear.