A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 668: Mastiff Iron Army
In addition, the girl was wearing a knee-length, slanting-collared, colorful half-sleeve robe, a powerful hunting bow on her waist, and several circles of colorful ropes, wolf teeth and wolf tails around her neck, showing the girl from Beiyuan's healthy physique and wild and energetic personality.

But Yuan Wuyou knew that the rope made of colorful ribbons she wore around her neck was the "Jiang Ga" which symbolized the glory of a wrestler. She was able to accumulate so many circles of colorful ropes, and she had no idea how many people she had beaten to the ground.

Looking at the quality and completeness of the sharp white wolf fangs on her neck, it was obvious that they were obtained by hunting down an older wolf king.

He is truly a ruthless person whose strength should not be underestimated.

Hearing this, Yuan Wuyou frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"Who is Lao Xian'er? Is that how you describe me?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then she grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth: "Lao Xian'er is the aunt of Tianmu Khan. She summoned me to escort a successor to the Wei Dynasty."

As she said this, she glanced at the sturdy mastiff squatting beside her, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail. "I was afraid of making a mistake, so I brought Tiejuner with me to identify the successor."

Yuan Wuyou understood instantly that she was referring to her grandmother, but then he became confused about the "Tiejuner" she mentioned.

"Who else is Tiejun? Your name isn't Tiejun'er?"

"Oops! I forgot to tell you where I live."

The girl suddenly covered her chest with her hands, knelt on her left knee, and performed a swift and elegant Shiwei ceremony to Yuan Wuyou. Then she stood up and said:

"My name is Beier. I'm from Southern Shiwei. I'm Yumofumanduo from the Saiyi branch. In the Central Plains dialect, it's called... Chieftain."

As he spoke, he swung the crossbow on his back and grinned, "You are the one who deserves the defeat. I am the best archer in Kuolian Lake and Buir Lake! ... Oh, you call these two places Hulun Lake and Beier Lake, huh?"

Yuan Wuyou nodded. Seeing that she looked honest and simple, she didn't look like an assassin. The place name also matched. He quickly sheathed his sword.

Then he raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "No, we have never met before. How did you get my scent? Why did you train this dog to smell me?"

Hearing this, Bell suddenly took out a palm-sized leather bag from the hook of his belt and shook it in front of Yuan Wuyou.

Even the red agate brow curtains on her temples began to sway.

"Here is the brocade letter you wrote. In the past, each tribe in our Shiwei would receive a letter written by the little Khan every year, with the Chinese name of each tribe..."

Looking at the serious girl in front of him, Bell's voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't help but frowned, "Did you write it yourself?"

Yuan Wuyou never expected that the posts he had written in previous years under the order of his mother to pray for the vassal tribes would actually be distributed to the tribes.

She never expected that one day she would see the blessing invitation she had written again and benefit from it.

"Well, that's right."

Hearing her admission, Bell breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

"That's all right. The brocade book has your scent on it. Remembering the names and appearances of Tian Khan and his daughter is a compulsory course for every Yumofu Manduo in the Shiwei tribes, just so that they won't harm my master if they see you one day. And remembering Khan's scent... is a compulsory course for every mastiff in Mobei."

At this point, Bell pointed to the mastiff beside his legs.

"It's a snow mastiff from the Hulunbuir Lake. It's more ferocious than a wolf, but extremely loyal to its master. It doesn't have any tricks like humans. Its full name is Tiejun'er, and its nickname is Shancha. It will only obey you, except me."

Yuan Wuyou followed the sound and looked down. The four-eyed mastiff was sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail at her.

"Its name is Tiejun'er? Why give a dog a human name?"

"Because in our place, snow mastiffs are treated as the masters of the house. Only mastiffs are the most loyal companions of their masters. The only difference between them and humans is that they can't speak human language." After a pause, Bell smiled and said,

"The mastiffs in our area seem to be born to understand human language. They don't need to be trained. After training, they become lazy and don't like to listen to instructions. But when I tell others to do something, they can react before they understand. And they also have temperaments. Compared with giving them food rewards, they prefer to be praised verbally by their owners. This temperament is the same as that of the people in our area."

Yuan Wuyou looked at the big dog squatting at Bell's feet with a simple smile, and said in amazement, "It's really interesting. By the way, your Iron Army... why is his nickname Camellia? Is there also Camellia in the North?"

Miss Beiyuan spread her hands.

"No, there isn't one in Beiyuan. I heard there's a flower called camellia in the south. It blooms in winter and spring, and the whole flower falls off when it's at its most gorgeous. How exciting!"

Yuan Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, "But in the Central Plains, most people call it a broken-head flower, and think it is unlucky. Only a few people appreciate and praise the integrity of camellia."

"Well, I admire the integrity of camellia, the heroic spirit of dying at the drop of a hat, how exciting! It fits the temperament of people like us. I feel that sooner or later I will see it, so when I heard grandma say there was an opportunity to go south to the Central Plains to help you, I came here."

Bell suddenly raised his unruly eyes, and the sharp gaze from under his red brows was like a falcon in the wilderness, and every word he spoke was sonorous -

"Successor Gin, I am just like Uchiyamacha, I can die for you anytime and anywhere."

Looking at Bell's still smiling face, Yuan Wuyou was deeply shocked, and suddenly a wave of sadness surged up in his heart.

"This is our first meeting, so we are not acquaintances or friends. I won't let you die for me."

Miss Beiyuan did not hear the refusal in her words, she just waved her hand and said, "Then let's meet more often, then we can be friends. When I die for you, I will definitely be familiar with you."

Since polite refusal was useless, Yuan Wuyou simply gritted his teeth and said seriously, "If you become familiar with me, I will never let you die for me."

"What are you supporting? Do you dislike me?"

Since Yuan Wuyou couldn't convince this loyal and heroic girl who was determined to sacrifice her life for her country, he could only shake his head and sigh.

"Because I will keep my friends behind me and never let them get hurt in front of me."

This time, Bell did not ask any more questions. Instead, he grinned and said, "You are so kind. If it weren't for your family being the Khan of Heaven, I would be happy to work for you."

As the two were talking, the mastiff Tiejun, nicknamed Shancha, suddenly jumped around Yuan Wuyou, sticking out his tongue and glaring.

Yuan Wuyou was not alert, but suddenly laughed softly,

"I like camellias, too. The men I like are like camellias. They are resolute and strong, and they welcome spring without fear of winter."

Bell was stunned.

"Who is it? Young Master, do you have a sweetheart? You are so lucky as a man to be remembered by our little Khan forever."

"You don't know it, come on. I'll take you to see the real camellia, it's not far from here."

As she spoke, Yuan Wuyou restrained her expression and took a step forward, but was stopped by a long-haired mastiff that was taller than her waist.

She frowned and looked at the girl from the north side, "What does this mean?"

Bell said hurriedly:

"You are afraid. It wants to protect you. I told you that it only listens to the two of us. It would rather bite itself than you. Its temperament has not changed since the time of the Huns."