When everyone saw it, it turned out to be the Murong family, and they listened attentively.

The Murong clan has a lot of prestige among the Xianbei clan, and during the period of the Sixteen Kingdoms, the Murong family alone established four governments. Although most of them are short-lived, they are also talented.

Now the person who stands up to speak is Murong De, the tribal chief of the Murong clan in the old department of Tucheng, although this person is still young, only in his thirties, he can be regarded as the leader of the old tribe of Tucheng Xianbei.

As soon as Murong De's words fell, he heard a lazy voice and said slowly: "If people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and salted fish?" It's not an exaggeration to be delusional! ”

When everyone heard this, they felt that it seemed reasonable, and they couldn't help but look at Zilong, who was sitting on the main seat, only to see him fiddling with the red tassel on his helmet with one hand, and knocking on the handle of the chair rhythmically with the other, looking bored.

It turned out that Zilong was a little surprised when he saw someone come out to oppose it, but he didn't care too much, and when he saw everyone looking at him, he smiled and continued: "Dare to ask which family you belong to?" ”

Murong De's chin was raised, and he snorted coldly: "Murong Shide, the old man is straightforward and fast-talking, and I hope the little brother doesn't care!" ”

Although the words were polite, listening to that tone, there was a trace of apology and owe it.

Zilong's fists tightened slightly, and he wondered, "Oh? Zilong is the most respectful person in his life, if the elder brother has any doubts, he can say it openly and honestly, and Zilong listens to it! ”

Murong De was not polite, walked out of his seat, stood in the hall, looked left and right, and said with a smile: "As we all know, my Murong clan should be the largest clan in Tucheng, even if I want to re-elect the leader, it should be my Murong clan to do it!" ”

If Zilong is not there, maybe Murong De's words will become a laughing stock for a while, as we all know, not only is the Murong clan the largest clan in Tucheng, but it is also known that the Murong clan is also the most withered family.

Without him, just because the Murong clan has the name of "the clan of a thousand women" in Tucheng, and the members of the clan hope to have more boys so that they can serve the clan, but the more they look forward to something, they don't come to anything.

Don't talk about others, just say that Murong De alone, he has a full sixteen daughters, and he is looking forward to a son, and it is rumored that his only son looks strange, like a certain son of the Yuwen tribe, and it is also a good story in Tucheng.

Now Murong De was the first to stand up, wanting to rely on the so-called large number of people to seek the position of the leader of the Tucheng Tribal Alliance, although his words were high-sounding, he caused a burst of chuckles.

Before Jia Siqian could speak, someone stood up and said with a smile: "The clan of a thousand women is also unique in Tucheng, and it can really be regarded as the largest one in the Tucheng tribe, but I don't know whose wife they are marrying?" ”

As soon as this man spoke, it immediately caused a commotion, and all families and tribes began to attack each other.

The audience attacked each other, Jia Siqian showed a meaningful smile on his face, turned his head to look at the stunned Zilong, and said softly: "In this case, who do you think can lead us to protect Funiu Ridge without losing?" ”

Zilong looked at this scene, his face darkened, and he suddenly said angrily: "Rouran Wei Chi just raised heavy troops to attack, Po Liuhan Baling instigated the townspeople to rise up, and the Great Wei Sheji was crumbling, do you still have the heart to fight for these trivial things here, worthy of the sweat and blood shed by the ancestors of Xianbei for this great country?" ”

Zilong's roar made the scene immediately quiet, and everyone looked at Zilong, who was suddenly furious, and looked at each other.

"Is he sick?"

"I'm sick!"

"But did you listen to what he just said?"

……

Seeing that the people were quiet, and even began to talk to each other, with serious expressions, Zilong felt a little comforted in his heart, it seemed that they were not so incorrigible, at least they could calm down and let go of disputes when they heard that the tribe was threatened.

"Ladies and gentlemen......"

Zilong was about to continue, when he was suddenly interrupted by one question after another.

"Rou Ran Wei Chi Gang is really here?"

"How many soldiers did Wei Chigang bring?"

"Who is Po Liuhan Baling?"

"Is the news of the townsfolk rebellion true?"

"Where did you get all this news?"

……

Suddenly, so many questions were asked, and Zilong, who was targeted by everyone, suddenly felt that these people were still very concerned about the safety of Tucheng, perhaps, Tucheng could still be saved!

Nodded Jia Sixian, let him take out the silk silk, put it in his hand, waved it at everyone, and said: "Er Zhu Minying, the daughter of Er Zhurong, wrote a letter by herself, broke the six Han Baling to kill the general of Woye Town, Zhan Woye Town changed to the true king of Yuan, and sent Wei Ke to attack Huaishuo and Wuchuan alone, and the three towns of Huaihuang, Rouxuan, and Fuming were also in danger, Yuan Wenruo was leading troops to suppress it, and many other heroes and powers such as Er Zhurong, He Ba Duba, father and son joined the ranks of suppressing the bandit army, but it was still difficult to resist the tide of the townspeople, alas! ”

Zilong's long sigh made everyone fall into deep thought.

In fact, Zilong's sigh was not only for the sake of the tribes in Tucheng, but also for the sake of the changes in history due to its own changes, and it would no longer be possible to judge what measures to take in the future by relying on familiar historical facts.

The Six Towns Storm was supposed to happen two years later, but the Rouran Famine came ahead of schedule, and the Six Towns Storm followed, and what kind of impact the Northland Chaos would bring, he could only judge by his own personal experience and what he saw and heard in the future.

What's more critical is that the danger of Tucheng is imminent, and Wuchuan Zhenyunzhong City is under the offensive of Wei Kegu, it is unknown whether Yuwentai will join the Zhenmin Rebel Army as recorded in history, and whether Er Zhurong can suppress the rebel army led by Xian Yu Xiuli and Ge Rong.

There are people in Yunzhong City, Funiu Ridge is Zilong's brainchild, and both of them are now facing annihilation, but Yunzhong City is going to thousands of mountains and rivers, but Tucheng is close at hand, Zilong can only clean up the mess of Tucheng before he can get out.

At this time, although Zilong's heart was entangled, he saw that the chiefs of the tribes began to be serious, and he was somewhat comforted in his heart, and he was about to speak, but he saw that everyone stood up one after another.

"The matter of the leader of the Tucheng Alliance may be put on hold for the time being, there are still important matters in our clan, please let me retire first!"

Zilong was stunned and looked at the chiefs who suddenly retreated, not knowing why.

Three thousand Rouran soldiers are coming to the city, what other important thing will be more urgent than this?

Looking at Hou Mo Chen Yue, who was left behind, although his face was anxious, he hesitated for a long time, and did not retreat with the chiefs, Zilong hurriedly followed two steps and asked, "What are they ......?"

Hou Mo Chen Yue knew what Zilong wanted to ask, smiled bitterly, and said: "Some things, for people of our level, may be a catastrophe, but for some people, it may be an opportunity, don't you understand?" ”

Zilong really didn't understand, although he knew that this was an opportunity, but he could only think that this was an opportunity for him to take advantage of the situation and turn over, and no one would mention Zilong in the future, nothing more.

If you are blessed by heaven, you may be able to be a petty official, make a little money, and then have your status and wealth, you can have the qualifications to marry like a pair, which is also just a matter of making things happen in the sky.

These tribal chiefs were originally the leaders of one party, what kind of petty officials and small fortunes could they rarely do?

Looking at Zilong's ignorant appearance, Hou Mo Chen Yue didn't know what to think, and suddenly wanted to remind him, so he muttered: "The war not only affects the people, but the tribes may also face a reshuffle of forces, you should understand!" ”

After speaking, ignoring Zilong, who suddenly came to his senses, Hou Mo Chen Yue also hurriedly left the house, although his family is not a big family, but in the troubled times, fishing in troubled waters, maybe he may seize some opportunity to glorify his ancestors!

Zilong suddenly felt that he was indeed naïve, he only thought of the war together, and the people suffered, but he didn't expect that maybe many people were waiting for the war to disrupt the situation, vortex from it, and grab benefits.

War is a disaster for the people, and for those in power, it may just be a game of interests.

Shaking his head, Zilong suddenly had a trace of doubt about his original intention to make a living in this troubled world, turned around, and walked slowly towards the mansion.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the voice of someone behind me again, and the footsteps were rapid.

When he turned his head to look, he saw that the chiefs had gone and returned, and it was difficult to understand their meaning for a while.

When they got closer, they saw the chiefs surrounded by a tired-looking soldier, who seemed to have never enjoyed this kind of treatment, and looked a little overwhelmed by the crowd.

"That's him, you say it to him!"

One of the chiefs pointed to Zilong and said to the soldiers, making Zilong even more confused.

But seeing the little soldier pounce on him, he took out a cloth bag from his arms, pulled out a silk silk from the cloth bag, and said loudly: "Palace Chinese book, please see the leader of Fei Lianbo." ”

Zilong was instructed by Hou Mo Chen Yue, and then listened to the four characters of "Palace Chinese Book", and already understood the intention of the chiefs, it seems that they saw the Stagecoach Mansion and wanted to understand the current situation of the imperial court.

But Zilong was also very puzzled, why not the official letter, but the palace Chinese book?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but have a strong curiosity about the content of the letter.

But looking at the crowd of people waiting, it seemed that he was even more anxious than himself, Zilong thought of Hou Mo Chen Yue's words, and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

What does this matter to a civilian?

Whether it is in the palace, the court, the storm in the six towns, or the invasion of Rouran, these things seem to be deliberately done by some people, just for their own interests, and they never want the people to live or die.

This kind of thing makes him feel a little disgusting when he thinks about it, although Zilong also has some utilitarian intentions, but in his previous life or in this life, he never thought that for his own selfish desires, so many people would suffer from the pond fish.

Jia Siqian saw Zilong's expression clearly from beginning to end, although he didn't understand why he suddenly became depressed, but he felt that Zilong seemed to be in a bad mood at this time.

So, Dai Zilong took the letter, looked at the little soldier who was still kneeling on the ground, and was suddenly stunned, not understanding why his task had been completed, and why he still knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, there were many people who were more anxious than Zilong, and one of the tribal chiefs came out and threw dozens of helpless soldiers at hand, and the soldiers received the reward, bowed twice happily, and turned around.

Jia Siqian understood the reason, and couldn't help but scoff a little.

I didn't care, I unfolded the silk and skimmed it, and suddenly I was happy, and I stuffed the silk into Zilong's hand, Zilong looked at it twice, and was still excited.

He casually stuffed the silk into his arms, turned around and left.

But listening to a few voices behind him, he said in unison: "What is the content, don't you say it?" ”