The two envoys of Beiyan and Mobei came to this barren land with the same goal. Therefore, when the two had just met, there was an agreement in advance: no matter whether the attitude of the northern side was the main battle or the peace, the primary goal was to quickly submit the war report. Therefore, there is also a lack of leisure and elegance of "taking advantage of business trips and playing along the way".

Of course, from the perspective of Xiang Qing, Xiang Yinshan, the envoys of the Northern Yan, this Youbei Third Road has been a wild place since ancient times, and the climate is cold and snowy all year round; Even those saint disciples who are literate and literate have the same social status as ordinary people, and it is even more obvious that the etiquette is broken and the edifice is about to collapse. In this kind of bitter cold place, there is absolutely nothing that will interest you, so naturally you don't need to waste your precious time here.

And from the point of view of Mobei's envoy, Mugel, he is very willing to take a tour of the three roads in Youbei. In addition to the existence of special purposes in the military, he also wanted to see the way people governed the country in the three roads of Youbei, and learn how they could make the common people live such a "rich" life in such a vicious natural environment. Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and the women and children in the family are still starving in the biting cold wind of the grassland, and if they wait for one more day, they don't know how many compatriots will starve to death. The sooner he completes the task, the faster Bormu Khan will naturally be able to attack Youbei in a big way.

After all, the first piece of meat taken from a roast leg of lamb is the most delicious.

Although the two families have now formed an alliance, after all, the envoys sent by them are from different backgrounds.

Xiang Qing has 'Yinshan' as the expression word, so he is naturally a student with a lineage of teachers. And although Mugel is the brother-in-law of Bormu Khan, his status and official position are simply higher than Xiang Qing's, but after all, he has never read the book of sages and sages, and he doesn't even recognize a few big characters, so although the two are polite to each other along the way, they still have a lot of effort to communicate smoothly, so they can't talk about how deep their friendship is.

Today, the two finally came to the capital of Youbei Third Road - thirty miles away from the east gate of Fengjing City. As is customary, the "two-person declaration of war squad" is about to break up here.

Xiang Qing first dusted off the dust on his body, and then picked up his robe and bent down and fell to the ground:

"Brother Mu, we are now under the capital of Fengjing, according to Brother Yu, it is better to separate and go to each other. The sun and the moon flow, the mountains and rivers are long, and he doesn't know when and where he will see each other. I hate that at this time, the foolish brother has no wine in his hands, and he can't drink with a hero like Brother Xian...... Fortunately, it is goodbye, and the virtuous brother must cherish it. ”

Xiang Qing's words, whether it is the tone of the voice or the deep friendship between the words, are extremely infectious. Mugel, who was born as a martial artist, was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand this very well, he still understood the meaning. But Mugel really can't remember when he formed such a brotherhood with this Northern Yan envoy who is 'higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea'. Although he was a little puzzled at this time, after all, he was also a Mobei nobleman who had gone through several scenes on the scene, so he took two big steps forward, clasped his hands into fists and said stiffly:

"That...... Foolish brother, I didn't expect you to be such a bold man...... I'm really touched by Brother Xian. But there is a sentence just now that you are wrong, how can you not have wine? That's a good thing, Brother Xian, yes! There's a pot full of horses on horseback! You must not have tasted this good thing on the grassland, this is made of pure grain! You also know that we are short of food in Mobei, and if anyone wants to take a sip on weekdays, it will be more difficult than climbing to the sky......"

When the steppe man Mugel said this, he turned his head to the horse he was tied to the side of the road, untied a hanging leather wine bag from the saddle, pulled out the plug with a 'bang', and sniffed deeply intoxicated:

"Hiss~ Look at us, this is the wine that you should drink! Come on, foolish brother......"

Speaking of this, the enthusiastic prairie man Mugel turned around, only to see that there was not even a ghost shadow on the official road, except for his four personal entourage, and he muttered a little puzzled:

"What about the foolish brother? Why are you running so fast? ”

The attendant next to him immediately came up and sniffed the wine jug, and then immediately closed his eyes and reveled:

"Shhh...... It's still my own serious stuff that is strong enough. Mu Taiji, don't wait, as soon as you turned around, they left directly......"

The title Taiji was originally the honorific title of the crown prince of the Mobei people. But after years of evolution, it has become a common honorific title for all noble men in Mobei.

Mu Taiji, who had just been "released by Xiang Qing" in front of him, was stunned with a wine bag, and only after a long time did he hold back a sentence:

"What the fuck is this?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as his self-talking words fell, a clear man's voice came from a distance:

"The envoy of Beiyan is a disciple of a saint, how can he drink with a rough martial artist like us? We all use big bowls and big pots to drink, and everyone drinks in small cups and small cups, which is not a way at all......"

The comfortable steps were handed over, and it was considered to smooth down Mugel, who was hanging under the noses of his entourage. In fact, he himself knows in his heart that although the Beiyan people are now allied with his own family, he still looks down on the Mobei people in his heart. However, this alliance can be regarded as taking what each needs from him, and he doesn't care too much about these details.

And the sentence that came from front of him can be regarded as an instant relief of the embarrassment of "taking people's kind words seriously". With these words, he bluntly explained to the four attendants:

"It turns out that it's not that Xiang Qing looks down on our Mobei men, but that the wine utensils and the good things that people are used to are not the same way at all! People may have misunderstood before they secretly left, they must be afraid that we will be embarrassed to say it...... They are literati, they have too many eyes! Ha...... Hahaha........."

Mugel finished his words hard, and regardless of whether the entourage around him believed it or not, he took a step forward first, and shouted loudly with his waist in his arms:

"Which way is the hero who spoke? If you can afford to look down on our desert northern men, come over and drink our grassland wine; If you look down on our Mobei man, then be busy with your business, and we will treat you as a good friend who has never met! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a horseshoe hitting the ground of the official road was heard from a distance. When Mugel heard this, he raised his fingers and praised: "Good animal! ”

Mugel's favorite thing in his life was the fast knife of the war horse, no matter what kind of foot strength the horse was running, as long as the sound of the horse's hooves passed in front of his ears, and the rhythm of the horse's hooves was fast and slow, he could guess in his heart that one was eight or nine and ten.

It didn't take long for this good horse to carry a handsome young man, galloping towards him from far and near, until he could already feel the air waves carried by the war horse in front of the door, the young man pulled the reins high, and the whole person stepped on the stirrup, and the body stood parallel to the war horse with its front hooves raised.

Mugel never thought that there would be such a superb young man as skilled as riding on the Third Road in Youbei, and he couldn't help but praise it loudly twice:

"Good riding!"

And Yan Qinghong, the second prince who had just shown his hand, turned over and dismounted neatly at this time, smiled at Mugel, who praised him with his tall big fingers, and clasped his fists with both hands:

"What a guts!"

After some "business blowing", the two also invisibly narrowed the distance between each other. This Mugel was not in a hurry to ask about the identity of the comer, but first handed over the wine bag in his hand, and then touched his big black horse without a trace of miscellaneous hair:

"You mount, with a big head and a short neck, fat and strong, wide sternum, thick skin and thick hair, at first glance, it is the horse breed of our Mobei. This kind of BMW horse is extremely rare in our Mobei region. ”

Yan Qinghong took the leather wine bag inlaid with a number of colored gemstones, raised his head and drank it in two gulps. Then he closed his eyes and forbade his nose to survive the first wine front, and then he came to his senses, and also raised his hand and touched the horse's neck:

"Big brother, your 'stuffy donkey' is not ambiguous, just talking about this fierceness, it is even more fierce than my bad wine 'burning knife' in Youbei!"

"Good! Good! Good! ”

When Mugel heard Yan Qinghong's reply, he said three good words in a row, not to mention the comfort in his heart! He was originally a grassland man who was addicted to alcohol and horses, and now he saw that a young man from the northern part of the country actually had the same hobby, and then compared it with the Beiyan envoy who was full of 'who was full of 'who was also a friend', he naturally gave birth to the feeling of "meeting a bosom friend in a foreign country"!

But before he could speak, the young man stepped on the war horse again, clasped his fists and saluted himself:

"This big brother Mobei, I still have important things to do and can't stay for a long time, when I finish my business, I will definitely go back to Fengjing to find you, at that time, we two brothers, we will definitely have a fight without getting drunk and not returning!"

After speaking, before Mugel could react, he whipped the horse and left. Leaving only a dull Mugel muttering, "What day is it?" Why is everyone in such a hurry? ”

Yan Qinghong, who couldn't tell the bitterness, had already begun to shake his body on horseback. Before he could ride far, he had just turned a corner and fell off his horse.

And several black figures also instantly appeared in the woods on both sides, which were the fourteenth and winter solstice people who followed Yan Qinghong all the way. A few of them laboriously put the unconscious Yan Qinghong on the back of the horse, and the fourteenth personally held the reins, and slowly walked away.

Yes, this bohemian second prince Yan Qinghong, to this day, the amount of alcohol is still extremely average.