[I started taking medicine and dieting as prescribed by the doctor, and I had no expectation of lunch at all (┬_┬). 】
"...I also ask your honorable envoy to forgive me."
Valley mouth.
The female real envoy Ye Sugai was in the noisy temporary camp, telling Xu Furen the cause and effect of the incident in the stables.
Similar to what Sun Shaozong had expected before, the Zheli tribe suffered heavy losses in the battle a month ago, and even the younger brother of the patriarch Zheli, Herisul, died in the vicinity of Xingcheng.
Not long after the corpse was brought back for burial, the 'enemy' swaggered to the door, and had to be served with food, drink, and hospitality, and no one would be happy.
Therefore, with the acquiescence of the patriarch, Ha Qinmi and others tried to force the Da Zhou embassy to live in the stables to dispel their hatred.
After learning about the situation, the response from the Da Zhou mission was mainly based on official clichés: what is 'serious concern', 'reinstated from the precipice', and 'wait and see'.
Of course, Sun Shaozong, who was in charge of singing the red face, had to slap a few harsh words, such as 'Don't say it's unpredictable' or something.
In the end, Ye Su should repeatedly guarantee that it would not be an example. Only then did the two sides reach an agreement based on the principle of mutual understanding and accommodation: I will not reveal this for the time being.
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at the same time.
A Lin Qitu, whose conscious dignity was provoked, also found his father-in-law Zheli's house aggressively.
Although as the outpost of the Jurchen, the Zheri Division and the Dazhou officials have been fighting endlessly every year, and they have already accumulated an unsolvable hatred, but the mansion of the patriarch is an authentic Han style.
The square and upright second-entry courtyard has carved beams and painted buildings, veranda pavilions, courtyard wall plaques, dismounting stones, and horse-hitch stakes.
There were even a few pieces of frosted glass on the windows of the main room of the main room—you must know that even in the capital, this thing has only begun to emerge in the past few months.
But he said that seeing Alin Qitu rushing in with a sullen face, several guards from the philistines in the yard were eager to stop him, but they did not dare to rush into this distinguished uncle.
After a little hesitation, A Lin Qitu had already reached the door of the hall, and without even thinking about reaching out to raise the curtain, he stepped in and shouted, "Amaha [Father-in-law]! You must give me a hand today..."
The word 'waiting' has not been spoken yet, but the scene in the hall made A Linqi Tu stunned.
I saw the tiger skin in the middle of the case was empty, a plump middle-aged man with white beard, half-squatting in front of the left side seat, rubbing his hands and salivating his face, explaining something to a certain woman.
From the sweat on his forehead, it is not difficult to see that this half-squatting posture is very laborious for him, but he is not tired of it. He vigorously drilled into the woman's placket.
And the woman knelt upright on the side seat, but seemed to have no reaction to his words and deeds, as demure as a statue of jade.
The more like this, the more the fat man coveted him, seeing that hairy slap was about to fall on the woman's shoulder, he suddenly heard a shout from behind him, his body was stunned, and he almost fell to the ground.
After he managed to stabilize his body, it was inevitable that he would become angry, but when he looked up and saw Alin Qitu outside the door, most of his anger was extinguished again.
She tried her best to straighten her body. Just as she was about to say something, the woman who had been sitting upright on her knees suddenly stood up and said, "Since there are guests at Zheri's house, I will go back first."
After speaking, without waiting for Zheri to respond, he bowed to himself, turned and walked out.
Zheri's greedy eyes kept following the woman's graceful figure and disappeared outside the door, only then did he turn his attention back to Alin Qitu.
"Aha."
Alin Qitu also just withdrew his gaze and asked with a frown, "That woman just now seems to be Hrisul's wife?"
This so-called Hrisul was the younger brother of Zheri who died in Xingcheng.
Zheri nodded, took the seat on his own, and motioned for his son-in-law to sit in the woman's original position, only then did he helplessly say: "It wasn't because she was yelling for revenge all day, how could I agree to this? Ha, they are fooling around."
"Where am I..."
"Moreover."
Just as A Lin Qitu was about to question, he said sternly: "It's good to suppress the Han people first, lest they really think that we are defeated and seek peace, and they will ask for a price in Jianzhou City."
When he came up with such reasons, it would be difficult for Alin Qitu to refute it - he couldn't say yes, because he was convinced by Sun Shaozong's martial arts, so he didn't want to lose face in front of him, right
So he could only curse the lascivious old dog and simply die on his sister-in-law's bed, while suppressing his unhappiness and telling him some trivial matters at home.
There are two flowers, one on each side.
However, she said that the woman left the Zheri house and went deep into the valley first. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, she covered her face with a turban, braved the wind and snow to bypass the tribe, and quietly came to the valley near the entrance.
Because of the previous conflict, Feng Xin and the others did not dare to slack off, so they arranged for a night watch early.
So as soon as the woman approached, she was bumped by the patrolling officers and soldiers.
However, seeing that the woman gave a slight blessing, and she did not know how to comb it with her hands, she wrapped around a gourd-like figure, and said softly: "Brother Han, don't be rough, this slave has heard The tribe offended the warriors of the Han family, so they came here to make amends for them."
This soft official language actually brought out some Jiangnan atmosphere, only to hear the two officers and soldiers looking at each other.
After a long while, Fang assigned one person to report to Feng Xin.
Feng Xin heard that a 'beautiful' woman came to the door, so he hurriedly took out his saber and greeted him. It sounds good, but how do I know that you are not here to assassinate?!"
When the woman heard the words, she slowly loosened the tie around her waist, and lifted the woolen clothes wrapped around her body left and right, revealing the small clothes wrapped around her fair body, and said softly, "If you don't believe me, just come and search. "
It was so straight and towering, as if it pierced Feng Xin's eyes, and poked a hole in his heart, causing the stomach to be so hot that it couldn't stop gushing out.
At the moment, Feng Xin spit, clutching the hilt of the knife and grinning: "If that's the case, then you can go to the tent with this official, so you can search for it!"
"It didn't work."
Who knows that the woman suddenly covered the spring light again, shook her head and said: "The slave family is here this time to find a general surnamed Sun, I'm afraid it will not be too long with the adults."
Feng Xin's face suddenly collapsed.
Since the other party moved out of Sun Shaozong, how could he dare to stop him halfway
She had the heart to come forward and have a hand addiction, but then she thought about it again, for the sake of these benefits, let her sue in front of Master Sun.
He was listless at the moment, ordered the woman to wait in place, and turned to look for Sun Shaozong to report.
Hearing that a Jurchen woman came alone and asked to see her by name, Sun Shaozong couldn't help but be very puzzled.
With his bravery, he was not afraid that a little girl would violently hurt people, so he ordered Feng Xin to bring people in and wanted to ask what happened.
Unexpectedly, before opening her mouth, the woman said first: "This must be General Sun? The slave family has a lot of credit, but I don't know if the general dares to ask for it!"
This opening statement...
It's a bit of a lobbyist.
Sun Shaozong became more and more curious, looked directly at the woman's exposed almond eyes, and said, "Since the little lady wants to measure Sun's courage, how can she hide her head and show her tail like this?"
Hearing the words, the woman hesitated for a moment, then she tore off her turban, revealing her beautiful face, and said with a salute, "Nashiyama, I have seen the general."
After a pause, she added: "Herizule, who died in Xingcheng last month, is my husband."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xin next to him subconsciously pulled out the knife, watching Nashiyama's every move vigilantly.
Sun Shaozong rolled his eyes and asked, "How did your husband die?"
If Hrithul really died at the hands of the official army, this little widow still came over to make a deal, wouldn't she recognize the thief as her father
"Master General is really smart."
A look of resentment appeared on Nashiyama's face, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Zheli, that dog, said that my husband was shot in the back of the neck when he was defeated and fled - but my husband is clearly holding a sword in his hand! "
Speaking of which, as if afraid that Sun Shaozong might not understand, he hurriedly explained: "Zhesheli is famous for being able to bow and shoot well, and my husband is the number one warrior in the clan. Usually on the battlefield, only when he charges in front of the enemy, Will put down the bow and arrow and put on the sword!"
Sun Shaozong clearly nodded and led you, and suddenly asked, "Does Hri Sule have a son?"
Nahiyama was a little unaccustomed to such jumping thoughts, and was stunned for a moment, before nodding and saying, "I gave birth to a son and a daughter for Hrisul."
"Then how old is your son?"
"Six... six years old."
Hearing that he was only six years old, Sun Shaozong's sitting posture suddenly loosened a lot, and he waved his hand weakly: "You are too young and you don't have enough capital. You can keep the credit for yourself - Feng Xin, see off!"
Nashiyama originally believed that her intelligence was no less than her beauty, but at this time she was confused by Sun Shaozong.
Seeing Feng Xin come up with a knife, she hurriedly shouted: "General, general! Don't you even have the courage to listen to what I have to say?! Do you really want to miss the credit for this?!"
"Still waiting for you to finish?"
Sun Shaozong shrugged: "It's just that Zheri was afraid of your husband, so he killed him secretly. Now, in order to save your son's life, you hope to take revenge by killing Zheli and his son by the hands of this official."
"As for the so-called Splashing Credits..."
When Sun Shaozong said this, he snorted and said with a grin, "It's just a condition for your son to become the patriarch, and to bring this small tribe of 1,800 people anyway."
The more Nashiyama listened, the more bleak her face became. It was obvious that Sun Shaozong had shattered the idea in her heart.
However, when she heard the end, her eyes suddenly burst into light, and she exclaimed excitedly: "No, no! General, you have misunderstood, the Jesheri Division is one of the six Jurchen divisions, except for the people in this valley. , There are more than a dozen tribes, large and small, with more than 20,000 small mouths and more than 4,000 warriors!"
"As long as the general can help me avenge me, and support me and the son of Hrisul to sit on the patriarch's seat, I, the Chesheli tribe, are willing to be the barrier and pioneer of the Great Zhou!"
After a pause, she added another bargaining chip: "My brother is now the patriarch of the Nayan clan, and then I can persuade him to join the Great Zhou!"