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The arrival of the Wei people caused a slight commotion in the camp of Yinrong.

After all, the more than 500 Tiger Guards who were fully equipped with iron armor were still extremely shocking to Yin Rong, who was backward in weaponry.

However, with the personal greeting of the tribal chiefs and representative envoys in the camp, the Yin Rong in the camp gradually settled down.

During this period, Zhao Hongrun saw Du You, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, negotiating with a burly Yin Rong.

It can be seen that the middle-aged Yin Rong is a man with a hearty temperament, as if he can't speak quietly at all, and the sound of laughter is like thunder.

"My people have set up tents for the honored guests, please."

"Thank you so much, and may the friendship between the two races last a long time."

"May the friendship between the two races last forever."

"......" Seeing Du You, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and the middle-aged Yin Rong fighting each other, a somewhat strange look appeared on Zhao Hongrun's face.

"Yin Rong...... You can actually speak the language of my Great Wei?'

Just when Zhao Hongrun was secretly surprised, his sixth uncle Zhao Yuanyan came to his side at some point, and asked with a chuckle: "Are you surprised that these people can actually speak Wei Yan." …… In fact, they not only speak our language, but they also write our words. ”

"Really? These yin ......"

Zhao Hongrun's eyes widened in surprise, and he was about to express his feelings in his heart, but before he finished speaking, he was covered by Zhao Yuanyan.

Facing the puzzled Zhao Hongrun, Zhao Yuanyan lowered his voice and said, "Don't mention 'Yin Rong' here, that's what my Wei people call them." They never recognized. ”

Listening to the vague reminder of Zhao Yuanyan, the uncle of the six kings, Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized that "Yin Rong" was the contemptuous name for these people on the side of the Great Wei, and if you think about it, who would want to use "Rong" as a tribal celebrity?

"You can call them '義'." Letting go of the hand covering Zhao Hongrun's mouth, Zhao Yuanli said in a low voice.

"Soup?"

"Hmm. The Qiang people. Zhao Yuanli nodded.

After the explanation of Zhao Yuanlian, the uncle of the six princes, Zhao Hongrun knew that "羱" was the "word" of the Wei State specifically for Yinrong, and before the Yinrong tribe invaded the land of Sanchuan, the Wei State did not have this word, in other words, this word was generated later, or it was inflowed from the side of Yinrong, anyway. This word is specifically used to refer to the Yin Rong tribe, and the Yin Rong tribe also recognizes this title.

羱, the word roughly means "a tribe (nation) grazing sheep on the grassland".

The Yin tribe is an extremely ancient race in Yinrong, with a longer history than the rest of the Yinrong tribes such as "Qiang", "Jiang", "Qian", and "Qi", which is equivalent to the existence of the "Ji surname" in Wei culture, over time. Many sub-tribes were born.

During the period when Zhao Hongrun was talking quietly with Zhao Yuanyan, the uncle of the Sixth Prince, Du You, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, seemed to have greeted those tribal patriarchs. They are ready to settle in these Yin Rong, or the camps that the people have prepared for them.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanli said to Zhao Hongrun: "Hongrun, are you following them, or are you following the sixth uncle?" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun was very puzzled: Is this sixth uncle ready to act alone?

may have guessed the doubts in Zhao Hongrun's heart. Zhao Yuanling explained with a smile: "Among the people of the Qi tribe, there are also friends of the sixth uncle, and the sixth uncle has already sent someone to contact them. ”

"Really?"

Zhao Hongrun looked at Zhao Yuanyan incredulously, and said in his heart that this sixth uncle is really a friend all over the world, even Yin Rong. No, even among the Qiang people there are friends?

Just when he felt incredible, Wang Qi, the head of the sect guard of the sixth prince's uncle Zhao Yuanling, came back from a distance, followed by a middle-aged man of the Zong clan wearing a sheepskin jacket.

This middle-aged man of the Qiang clan looked to be thirty or forty years old, and as he walked towards Zhao Yuanli, he said happily: "Ji Ling, my friend. ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a while when he heard this, and looked at the middle-aged man of the Qiang clan and his sixth uncle Zhao Yuanyan warmly hugged each other, and then, he and Zhao Yuanyan threw a fist on each other's chests, and their faces were full of enthusiasm to see their best friends again after a long absence.

"Long time no see, my friend, Amutu." Zhao Yuanli also said kindly.

On the side, Zhao Hongrun was stunned, after all, he had never met someone who would put the word "friend" directly on his lips, wouldn't he feel very ashamed?

Later, he learned that the customs of the Qi people are quite straightforward, whether they like or dislike a person, they will say it directly, which is completely different from the Wei people who have some honey-bellied swords and hide knives in their smiles.

For example, the man named Amutu in front of him can see that he has a deep friendship with Zhao Hongrun's sixth uncle Zhao Yuanyan, so that they hugged each other as soon as they came up, and this enthusiasm made Zhao Hongrun a little difficult to adapt.

"Let me introduce you."

Patting Amutu on the shoulder, Zhao Yuanyan pointed at Zhao Hongrun and said, "This is my nephew, Ji Run." Hongrun, this is the patriarch of the 'Qingyang' tribe, Amutu. ”

"Patriarch of Amutu." Zhao Hongrun bowed respectfully.

He thought that the other party would also salute, but unexpectedly, Amutu came over and patted him on the chest, pinched his hand again, frowned and said, "Not a very sturdy little guy." …… But it doesn't matter, the camp has prepared delicious lambs, and if you eat them freely, you will become strong. ”

"This guy...... What's the situation?'

Zhao Hongrun muttered with a belly, and secretly glanced at Uncle Liuwang, but saw Uncle Liuwang shrug his shoulders, to the effect that he told Zhao Hongrun: Amutu is such a temperamental person.

Following behind the Sixth Prince's Uncle Zhao Yuanling, Zhao Hongrun and the Zong Wei, as well as the three daughters of Princess Yulong, Mi Jiang and Mi Rui, came to the camp of the Qingyang tribe under the guidance of the patriarch Amutu.

It was a huge sheepskin tent, and in the tent, there were already many people from the Qingyang tribe who were wearing thick sheepskin jackets but looked unkempt, and they should be the leaders of the Qingyang tribe.

When these saw Zhao Yuanyan, they all showed joy and came up to hug Zhao Yuanyan.

Zhao Hongrun hurriedly took a few steps back, after all, the smell of sheep on these people's bodies. It's quite heavy to be honest.

"Sixth uncle, why are they so enthusiastic about you?"

Zhao Hongrun asked in a low voice.

When Zhao Yuanli heard this, he explained with a smile: "In the early years, the sixth uncle stayed overnight in the 'Qingyang' and helped them a little. ”

Before the words fell, a Qingyang clan member with five big and three thick eyes glared and corrected: "What a small favor." You're still so humble. Saying that, this person looked at Zhao Hongrun and said with a hearty smile: "Your uncle once helped our Qingyang defeat the shameless things of the black sheep and recapture the sheep that were robbed by those guys, and he is the benefactor of my Qingyang clan!" ”

"Wow——!"

The Qingyang people in the tent raised their arms and shouted, as if they were still recalling the victory.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Hongrun asked Zhao Yuanli in a low voice: "Sixth uncle, don't you mean yin...... Well, don't the people of the Qiang people fight among themselves? ”

"Yes. But only if you don't snatch what belongs to them. …… Green sheep, black sheep, remember that there was also a white sheep, they were grazing in the same grassland at the time, and the black sheep clan insisted that the sheep of the green sheep were theirs, so the two tribes fought. Speaking of this, he added in a whisper: "Neither side used blades, but clubs, therefore. And there were no sacrifices. ”

"It turned out to be a group fight......

Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized.

At the same time, Amutu invited them to their seats.

You can see it. This branch of the people has some understanding of the customs of the Great Wei, no, the honorable position on the left side is all vacant and given to Zhao Yuanyan and Zhao Hongrun.

However, what made Zhao Hongrun a little puzzled was that the Qingyang tribe also seemed to use short-legged desks and sat on the ground one by one.

Until Zhao Yuanyan explained to Zhao Hongrun in a whisper. Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized.

Come to think of it, the land of Sanchuan was originally the territory of the Wei State, and hundreds of years ago, the Wei people built a city here, although later a large number of Wei people moved eastward. So much so that the people of the Qiang people took advantage of it, but it is undeniable that many of the people of the Qiang people have inherited the Wei culture left over from here, such as language, writing, and the case in front of everyone at this moment.

At this time, Amutu, as the leader of the group, muttered a few words loudly, and immediately, the tent was raised, and a group of girls of the Qiang tribe with foreign customs walked into the tent, only to see that they were holding a huge porcelain vase in their hands.

Among them, a girl of the Qi nationality came to Zhao Hongrun, and used the tile porcelain bottle in her hand to add a milky white drink to a huge croissant cup on the table in front of Zhao Hongrun.

"It's ...... Goat's milk wine?'

Because he had done some homework in advance, Zhao Hongrun could also recognize that this milky white drink was the wine that the people of the Xuan nationality were accustomed to, a sweet and sour drink with a rich milky fragrance.

Suddenly, Zhao Hongrun was stunned.

It turned out that when he was measuring the goat's milk wine in the cup, the girl who poured the wine for him was looking at him with a smile in her bright eyes.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes rolled slightly, leaned up, and whispered a few words in Zhao Hongrun's ear.

It's a pity that it is the language of the Qiang people, and Zhao Hongrun didn't understand it.

And just when he secretly guessed what this girl meant, his whole body trembled, and it turned out that the girl of the Quan tribe gently licked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

『……』

Subconsciously reaching out and touching her earlobe, Zhao Hongrun looked at the girl in a daze and smiled and withdrew from the tent with her companions.

And after that, he instinctively felt that the men in the tent, the eyes they looked at him, and the inexplicable smiles on their faces, felt a little strange no matter how they looked at it.

"What...... What's the situation?'

Just when Zhao Hongrun was secretly stunned, his sixth uncle Zhao Yuanli reminded him: "I usually see that you kid is very smart, why are you stupid at this time?" …… What else could it be, people have taken a fancy to you? Anyway, you kid does have a good face. After that, he lowered his voice and smiled evilly: "In the evening, you can go to the girl who just now, the girl of the Qiang tribe is very enthusiastic, fiery and enthusiastic......"

"Is it really appropriate to say such a thing to your nephew?"

Zhao Hongrun glanced at the Sixth Uncle angrily, but when he savored the "fiery enthusiasm" that Uncle Six Wang said, and then recalled the alien girl of the Zong tribe just now, it was undeniable that he was a little moved.

"Evening...... What?'

Zhao Hongrun smiled inexplicably.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a cold snort from behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head.

At this time, Mi Jiang turned his head at the right time, as if refusing to make eye contact with Zhao Hongrun.

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