"Deliver wine to our Donglu guests." With a wave of his hand, the young Helian maidens poured from all over the tent to the blanket in the middle.

They danced in fiery equestrian skirts, deerskin boots, and white veils, flutes and drums sounded unscrupulously around the Celestial Warriors, and the maidens sang and danced with their eyebrows, and their sleeves of veils rose to the sky.

The dances and songs in the tent distracted the attention of the Shuofeng warriors, and the fierceness of the wine seemed to slowly fade away, and a smack of the lips seemed to rise in the mouth, and a slave came up with the mutton that had just been roasted outside the tent and the rare fresh fruits of Liangzhou.

The smuggling warriors gulped down Helian's spirits, the mellow liquor wet the placket and still didn't know it, and the freshly roasted mutton was not steamy, it was hot, and there was a faint sweetness after swallowing it gently.

Meng Bao was the deputy general of the Shuofeng Ministry's envoy Helian this time, and he kept reminding himself in his heart that he must not get drunk on such a solemn occasion and lose the majesty of the Shuofeng Wangbu.

But gradually, all Meng Bao saw was a jubilant and enthusiastic scene, and the smiles of the Helian girls were as charming and dazzling as the early summer sun, shaking their minds.

The nobles who drank around him worked extra hard, and the wine glasses were staggered, and he couldn't refuse, and in the end he only felt a burst of wine rush to his head.

The dim eyes that opened slightly seemed to be the fine white veil on the sleeves of the Helian girls, and the last trace of vigilance about Helian was also dissipated by the alcohol above, and they couldn't help but join the beat with the music that filled the air.

The old man of Helian was looking at all the scenes in this tent with a smile on his face, and nodded secretly, but suddenly he heard the crisp sound of a silver cup placed on the wooden table.

With a sound of "bell", Meng Hu, who was sitting on the side, also turned his head, the eyes of the two people were extremely clear, and there was no drunkenness in their eyes, but in this scene of blissful feast, these two people seemed a little abrupt.

"Helian's wine is still as strong as it was back then, just like a fire burning in his chest."

Meng Hu bowed slightly and pressed his chest to respond with Helian's courtesy.

"How fortunate to be able to see such a happy scene again, the guests and hosts are happy, it is rare to drink wine like this, the last time I saw such a scene was ten years ago when we Helian were fortunate to marry Princess Shuofeng!"

The old lord of Nahelian trembled and picked up the wine glass, touched it from afar, and said with a cheerful laugh.

"Shuofeng's people will never forget the help that the old monarch extended back then, and Shuofeng's sons and Helian's sons will always be like a family!"

When Meng Hu heard the old lord say this, he smiled slightly, his posture was humble and polite, and he said in a deep voice.

"This is Helian's blessing, it is the Pantar Heavenly God who has set his eyes on our small Helian Division, and brought us the friendship of the Shuofeng Division of the Majestic Grassland!"

Meng Hu's eyes moved slightly, although he looked calm with a smile, he just looked at Helian Boss and sighed solemnly, but he didn't say anything.

"I heard that the prince of your ministry has led the army to wipe out the Helan tribe not long ago, and completed the feat of unifying the entire Hanzhou, what a young hero, presumably he will be the king of Tieqin in the future!"

When Meng Hu heard this, his heart couldn't help but be a little agitated, and his eyes seemed to see the young man in white armor again, holding on to the armor, and avoiding the white robe with thousands of troops, what a hero!

Meng Hu couldn't help but get up and bow down in the direction of the Shuofeng Ministry, then leaned over and said, his eyes were fiery, "The prince of the world is brave and intelligent, he is the messenger of the Pantar Heavenly God walking in the world, and being able to be born in my Shuofeng Department is the blessing of our Shuofeng people!" ”

"A land of one continent, this is no longer the strength of the royal department, it is a khanate!"

Seeing the fanatical demeanor of the usually calm Meng Hu after talking about Shuofeng Shizi, the old lord of Helian couldn't help but lower his eyelids, and the thin fingers holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble.

Thinking of the current good situation in the Shuofeng Department, the wine in the wine glass couldn't help but sprinkle it lightly, and seeing the surprised expression of Meng Hu sitting opposite, the old monarch shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I'm old, I'm old, I'm useless, you see, I can't hold the wine glass!

Which son on the grassland would die of old age in bed, such a way of dying is too humiliating.

How I wish I could ride on a horse with the reins in my hand, and now I can dream of the sweet smell of iron and blood on the battlefield! ”

Meng Hu looked at the gaffed old monarch, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to drink all the liquor in the cup.

Since ancient times, heroes have been like beauties, and they can't bear the twilight of heroes, and the beauties are white-headed!

He was glad that he was still young and could still wear armor for the prince of the Great Monarch and fight on the battlefield. There is enough time to watch the prince succeed to the throne, lead the horse and hold the rope for the prince, and lead them back to the Eastern Continent to meet the first male city in the world!

"The Lord of Shuofeng asked the general to send an envoy to the Helian Department this time, I don't know what the meaning is?"

The old lord had already adjusted his emotions in just a few breaths, and looked at Meng Hu with a tentative look and asked.

Speaking of this, Meng Hu also looked upright.

He took out a pale golden envelope from the gap in his armor, peeled off the fire deed, and took out a paper made of young deer leather, an invitation letter, stamped with the unique seal of the Maharaja of the Shuofeng Division, which was a white wolf with a mighty and arrogant demeanor.

"Kullig Congress!"

The old lord took the document handed by Meng Hu, carefully examined it, looked solemn, and muttered to himself.

"That's right! After the snowstorm this year, the Maharaja will hold a Kulig meeting on the Shuofeng Plains in the early spring of next year, when the snow melts and the new grass sprouts tender green! ”

"The Maharaja sent dozens of teams of people to Hanliang Erzhou to send invitations, no matter the size of the tribe or the number of people, they will be invited to participate in next year's Kurig Conference! If you receive an invitation letter and fail to attend the meeting on time, you will be the enemy of my Shuofeng Department! ”

After the old lord heard Meng Hu's murderous words, he only felt a chill in his back, this Shuofeng is so big.

However, after a while, there was a wry smile, this huge Hanzhou is already the own horse farm of the Shuofeng Department, only Liangzhou can still watch the fire from the other side.

However, now that the forces of Liangzhou are mixed and the hearts of the people are chaotic, they will definitely not unite to resist the Shuofeng Ministry, if they act separately and wait until the Shuofeng Ministry's hands are freed, who can be the enemy of this Shuofeng Iron Cavalry.

There is only one way in front of the Liangzhou people, and there is no other, and it will be attached to Yuer!

And the only thing Helian can do is to rely on his previous kindness to the Shuofeng Ministry, so that he can squeeze out the other tribes in this gluttonous feast, climb to a high position, and stand behind the Shuofeng Department to survive with peace of mind.

When the old monarch thought of this, his thoughts were clear, and there was no hesitation.