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Chapter 165 Xiao Xiao One Night Frost and Wind Rise (5)
"Clap!"

In the silence, the applause was especially crisp.

Mahamu stood up slowly, and at this stop, he realized that the middle-aged man was actually extremely short, but he did not damage Shen Xiong's temperament at all: "Good momentum, good eloquence, and good news! King Yan has this tiger girl, Why worry about not being able to win the world!"

He waved his sleeves with great vigor, and shouted: "People have seen through our drama! Wipe up all your saliva and get out of here!"

As soon as he closed his voice, he turned to me with a smile on his face.

"Princess, would you like to have a little drink with my Grand Master?"

The fine charcoal fire in the brazier inside the felt tent was faintly ash and red, and the heat was rising, firmly isolating the wind knife and frost sword hovering on the land thousands of miles outside the tent.

On the opposite side, behind the huge and golden roasted whole lamb, Mahamu held up the bronze chi-patterned wine jue, the unique kumiss on the rippling grassland in the jue, glanced at my face intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile: "Princess, I have admired your name for a long time, I never thought I would have this opportunity to get drunk together today, please, please."

I also raised my glass to him lightly: "The grand master is a hero, the imperial figure and hegemony are all in one bottle. With this cup, I wish the grand master can realize the golden position as soon as possible."

Mahamu took a sip of his wine. He seemed to be deeply influenced by Sinology, and he didn't have too much heroic spirit. On the contrary, his demeanor was full of Chinese etiquette and elegance: "I accept the princess's auspicious words, but my grand master is right. Prairie Khan position, not too much delusional."

He turned around and waved his hand, drawing a huge semicircle to include the vast grassland, "As long as my Oirat tribe becomes the most powerful tribe on this grassland and will never be bullied by other tribes, the herdsmen under my command can have enough food and warm clothes. Hamu's wish is enough."

My eyes flashed: "The grand master loves his subordinates, has compassion in his heart, and does not love power and position, Huai Su admires him."

The silver hairs of Mahamu's white fox fur robe reflected the thick butter candle, making it more and more shining, but it was not enough to hide the deep light in his eyes, "How can a man not love power? However, I think that in this grassland, there are many ethnic groups, and it is inevitable that the power will ebb and flow, and because the nomads are so barren and turbulent, once they are in power, if they do not have a lot of power, and once the years are unfavorable, they will become the target of public criticism. Little, I'm afraid they will become slaves of others."

I glanced at him, and thought that this person was clear-headed, and said: "If there is a powerful force to support him, it's a different matter if he makes friends from afar and attacks from a short distance."

His eyes flickered: "I have always been loyal to the imperial court..."

I smiled lightly: "The imperial court? Well, the prince has two options now. One is to dedicate me to the imperial court and show his loyalty, or he can take advantage of the situation to vent Bei Yuan's resentment at my father's repeated defeats. One thing, if you don’t see me, you can make up your own mind when you meet in the future, and it won’t be too difficult for Oirat to be proud of the grassland at that time.”

Mahamu thought for a while, then smiled slyly: "It sounds like the first one is more favorable. King Yan is just a vassal king, and it is difficult to predict whether Jing will win or lose..."

I nodded unhurriedly, frowned and sipped the kumiss: "It just sounds like it." He gave the wine judge a meal: "The so-called hero will not show his pleasure for a while, and ruin his long-term plans. I don't have to speak lightly now Promise, the grand master will not believe it, just tell the grand master, today the grand master does not embarrass me, and there will be rewards in the future, the grand master is a smart person, he naturally knows, instead of trying to completely offend King Yan at this time, kill me As an insignificant gift that no one cares about, it is better to leave room for meeting in the future."

Wan Wan smiled, and I said: "There is a saying in the Central Plains, time changes and things change, so-called one time and another time, who knows what will happen in the future?"

Mahamu was stunned, then laughed suddenly, his fur hat was silver-threaded, and his black hairband trembled: "Well said, who knows what will happen in the future? I, Mahamu, was the Han female slave my father least valued. When he was his son, did he ever think that he would be the grand master today? Thorn’s life experience is the same as mine. He was forced to be expelled from the grassland back then, but now he has come back in a good mood? No one can say for sure what will happen in the future! "

When he talked about Thorn, my heart moved, but I saw his blade-like eyes flicking slightly on my face, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Just because I can't tell, how can I let the princess go because of a few words from the princess?" Lord? So, I can’t explain it to my subordinates..." The look suddenly softened, and he said with a smile: "The princess is young and young, and has a noble status, so he must have already agreed to it?"

I thought to myself, here I am, pretending to be sad: "Never."

He squinted his eyes at me, and said in surprise: "With the beauty of the princess, how can I be born... I also know a little about the rules of the Ming court. With the appearance and age of the princess, it should have been..."

I sneered secretly in my heart, but turned my face slightly, pointed the newly made mole under my eyes in his direction, hesitated to say: "In short, I have a hard life. It is said that when I was born, a fortune-teller helped me, It is said that there is a mole under the eyes, the family is disfigured and the family is ruined, and the husband is weeping...so I have never been raised in the palace since I was a child, and now..."

Mahamu's gaze froze on my mole, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes. The theory of Feng Shui in the Central Plains is the most wonderful. Although he has a little knowledge of the Central Plains culture, he can't fully understand the profound things. However, such a taboo is natural Yes, I knew it, and changed my tone immediately, and said with a smile: "Don't be sad, the princess, the deduction of face-to-face theory is sometimes just a nonsense trick of some mountain warlocks, in fact, you don't need to take it to heart."

I took a breath and forced a smile, then he changed the subject and talked with me about the Han-Mongolian battle and the marching drills. Both sides have scruples, so it’s inevitable that many words are vague, but it can be regarded as a very happy conversation, and the wine is full At the same place, Mahamu pushed Jiu Jue, and sighed: "The princess is a god, if my family Bo Sheng is lucky enough to meet the princess, he will be very happy. Bo Sheng admires the talented Han women the most..."

I smiled and asked, "Is Bo Sheng your son?"

Mahamu nodded: "It's the second son of my Grand Master, how old is the princess, but he can't accomplish anything, I'm really ashamed."

My heart moved, and I said: "The grand master is so modest, the tiger father can have a dog..." Before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard a rough voice: "Of course!"

I was taken aback by the sudden sound. I turned around and saw two people coming in with the curtain lifted. The first one was tall and strong, with a dark complexion and a very deep voice. When he spoke, it was buzzing: "Ah Dad, why am I doing nothing?"

(End of this chapter)