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The temperature difference between day and night in the land of Sanchuan is still relatively large, no, Zhao Hongrun, who was only wearing a brocade suit, except for the tent of Zhao Yuanyan, the uncle of the six kings, felt a chill after walking a few steps.

"I knew I should have wrapped a sheepskin blanket in it...... Bastard Sixth Uncle!'

Zhao Hongrun's chest rose and fell.

He really didn't expect that his sixth uncle Zhao Yuanyan would actually stage a live spring palace with a woman from the Qingyang tribe of the Xuan tribe in front of him, a nephew, but that woman was quite cooperative.

In this regard, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but want to express the indignation in his heart in one sentence: lying down!

Go back to the small tent of the sixth uncle Zhao Yuanyan, it is a self-defeating road, don't want to sleep well at all, that ...... Where to go?

『……』

Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but glance at the other small tent, that is, the residence of the girl of the Qiang tribe.

"Or else...... Go in the dark?'

Zhao Hongrun hesitated.

It's no wonder that in the face of a lively and beautiful interracial girl's show of love, it would be nonsense to say that she was not impressed.

But then again, rolling the sheets with an interracial girl who has met for less than a few hours for the first time, no, it is rolling a sheepskin blanket, which is not in line with Zhao Hongrun's concept.

"Forget it, let's go and squeeze with Shen Yu and them."

Zhao Hongrun hurriedly walked away.

This was his only retreat tonight, after all, he couldn't run to Yulong, Mi Jiang, and Mi Rui's small tent.

But......

"Where is Shen Yu's tent?"

Standing in the camp of the Qingyang tribe, Zhao Hongrun looked around.

He tried to approach a tent that was not too small, but before he could lift the tabernacle, he heard a faint wheezing sound from inside the tent, which frightened him into letting go.

"Wouldn't it? Are all the tents here ......?"

Zhao Hongrun suddenly remembered that his sixth uncle, Zhao Yuanling, had told him. For Yin Rong, this kind of hunting activity is actually a celebration of **** indulgence, thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun didn't dare to break into any tent at will, after all, destroying other good things. This is quite unethical.

"And where am I going?"

Zhao Hongrun thought about it and looked around.

Suddenly, he saw a very striking bonfire in the distance.

His heart moved, and he walked towards the huge campfire.

Speaking of which, this is the first time he has walked alone at night without any Zongwei accompanying him, who called Shen Yu and other Zongwei thought that his Royal Highness would sleep with Yiwang Zhao Yuanyan, so there was no personal protection.

Honestly, it's a great feeling to be alone under the pitch black night sky.

Silence all around. gave Zhao Hongrun the illusion that the whole world belonged to him.

Of course, those vague gasps were a bit of a disruption to the atmosphere.

After walking for more than a mile, Zhao Hongrun came to a huge bonfire.

When he got closer, he realized that the bonfire was really huge, and the wooden shelves burning in the flames were all made of logs surrounded by adults. It is larger than a two-story house in the Wei Kingdom.

Judging from the bone scraps that littered the campfire, it is not hard to deduce that a feast must have been held not long ago.

"Isn't it a celebration of the tribes of the Zong tribe to welcome my father and his group? So to speak. This is already out of the camp range of the Qingyang tribe......

Zhao Hongrun looked around a few times, and prepared to sit on the beams that served as seats next to the bonfire, and use this bonfire to keep warm.

Suddenly, he noticed a man in a cloak sitting on a crossbar not far away.

"Is it someone from another tribe?"

Zhao Hongrun walked over and said hello carefully: "Hey......"

However. Before he could finish his greetings, he heard a bang, and the man in the cloak pulled out a cold iron sword out of nowhere, and put it on Zhao Hongrun's neck.

With the help of the light of the bonfire, Zhao Hongrun found that the other party was a teenager of the same age as him. He also has clear eyebrows, but his eyes are full of vigilance.

Feeling the slightest coolness coming from his neck, Zhao Hongrun smiled unnaturally, spread his hands, and gestured to the other party

"......" The young man glanced at Zhao Hongrun, immediately put away the sword in his hand, and muttered a few words.

"Ahh......h

Zhao Hongrun felt regretful, after all, he finally found a chat friend tonight.

At this time, the young man noticed the expression on Zhao Hongrun's face, and said a few more words.

Although Zhao Hongrun didn't understand it, he felt that the other party had changed his language.

Seeing this, he spread his hands and said in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I really don't understand." ”

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the young man frowned, and actually asked in Wei Yan, "Are you from Wei?" ”

"Wei people? What a strange statement......

Zhao Hongrun glanced at the other party suspiciously, after all, the people he met in the past all called them 'Wei people', and almost no one called them 'Wei people'.

However, this kind of small problem, after Zhao Hongrun realized that he could communicate with the other party's language, he instantly left it behind.

"Yes, I'm from Wei, are you?"

"......" The young man looked at Zhao Hongrun deeply, and only after half a ring, did he say, "I am from the Jiang clan." ”

"Jiang people?"

Zhao Hongrun touched his chin, you must know that he learned about the Shan tribe, the Qiang tribe, and the Qing tribe from the mouth of Amutu, the patriarch of the Qingyang tribe of the Jiang tribe, but the Jiang tribe, he heard of it for the first time.

"The Jiang tribe, do you also live in this Sanchuan?" Zhao Hongrun asked suspiciously.

"......" The young man looked at him for a while, sat back on the horizontal log, and said lightly: "My Jiang tribe is just a small tribe living on the border between Hexi (West of the Yellow River) and Sanchuan. ”

"Small tribes?" Zhao Hongrun sat down beside the young man and said with a smile: "Do the people of the small tribe master the languages of several ethnic groups? ”

"......" The young man turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hongrun in surprise, as if asking silently: Don't you understand?

"I don't understand." As if he had seen through the other party's thoughts, Zhao Hongrun explained with a smile: "But I feel it." The first sentence you just said was the language of the Qiang people, right? What about the second sentence? Karma? Or is it the Karma? ”

"......" The young man glanced at Zhao Hongrun coldly. Didn't speak.

It's just that Zhao Hongrun finally found a chat friend who spoke the same language, and was ready to have a good chat with the other party, and pass the long night, how could he be driven away by the other party's coldness.

No, he asked again, "What's your name?" ”

"......" could see that the boy was a little bored. However, he didn't have a seizure, but said coldly: "Before asking the other party, shouldn't you report yourself?" …… It's a courtesy, right? ”

『……』

Zhao Hongrun was stunned, frowned and looked at the young man deeply, because he felt that the person who could say these words could never be a person from a small tribe.

"Below, it's Ji Run of Wei."

"......" The young man showed a little surprise on his face when he heard this, and he carefully looked at Zhao Hongrun a few times. Only then did he ask in surprise: "Are you a member of the royal family of Wei?" Su Wang Ji Run? ”

"If you can inquire about this, you can't be from a small tribe."

Zhao Hongrun smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Exactly." …… Dare to ask what the foot is? After that, before the other party could speak, he squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't say what a person from the Jiang tribe is, you can't be a person from a small tribe." ”

"......" The young man looked at Zhao Hongrun with a solemn look in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Jiang clan." Jiang Ying. ”

"me! This is a pseudonym, who would use the name of the tribe as a surname.'"

Zhao Hongrun rubbed his forehead helplessly. He said angrily: "Please, why don't you choose a convincing pseudonym." If you're like you, aren't all the people of the Qiang tribe surnamed They? ”

"But my name is Jiang Ying." The young man looked unmoved, but a smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his inner thoughts.

"If you have it, Jiang Ying will be Jiang Ying." Zhao Hongrun was powerless to argue with the other party. Curious, he asked, "So Jiang Ying, what are you doing here?" This hunting is my Wei people and Yin ...... The gathering with the Qiang, the Qiang, and the Qiang to discuss important matters, your so-called Jiang Clan, is actually not within the scope of the invitation, right? ”

"......" the boy frowned. He said with a complacent face: "No, my Jiang clan is also a small branch of the Jiang clan. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Hongrun showed a slight inexplicable smile on his face, and asked coldly, "How many people are in your tribe?" ”

"Two ...... Two thousand or so. ”

"How many sheep are there?"

"More than 4,000."

"Where?"

"A meadow not far from the tribe."

"How many people are involved in grazing?"

"Dozens."

"What's the name of the tribe closest to you?"

"Wubian."

"How big?"

"About 20,000 people."

"How many sheep are there?"

"More than 60,000."

……

……

During Zhao Hongrun's continuous questioning, the young man answered fluently and without any flaws.

After a long while, the young man asked a little proudly, "You can always believe me, right?" ”

"Hmm." Zhao Hongrun nodded convincingly, and suddenly smiled strangely: "As a member of the small tribe of the Jiang clan, you really know the affairs of other tribes around your tribe very thoroughly." ”

The "......" young man's complexion changed suddenly, and he realized that he had fallen for Zhao Hongrun.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Hongrun became more sure in his heart, only to see him looking the other party up and down, and said with a smile: "You won't be from the Jiang tribe, let me guess, who are you?" ”

Seeing Zhao Hongrun's thoughtful look, the young man seemed to be a little nervous, and subconsciously held his breath.

Suddenly, Zhao Hongrun said coldly: "You are from Qin!" ”

In an instant, the young man's face changed greatly, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out the blade again, but he didn't want to, Zhao Hongrun had already pulled out the dagger hidden in his boots and hit the opponent's ribs.

Perhaps sensing the threat in his lower ribs, the young man did not dare to move.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun took the sword from his hand that had not yet had time to be unsheathed and placed it on his left side.

"Looks like I guessed right."

“……”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )