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However, in addition to the name of this night banquet, it is not to say that it is far from the banquet of the Han court, even if it is compared to the night banquet of the mountain top palace of Wusun Kingdom, it is also quite inferior.

Square, bonfire, barbecue, singing and dancing...... The excitement is very lively, and the enthusiasm is enthusiastic enough, but I really can't see the slightest bit of the "Bamboo King Night Banquet", which is a bonfire party. It's just that looking at the expressions of Wu Xie and the gang of chiefs, it seems to be quite high-grade.

Zhang Fang's doubts were not solved until he met Ju Ji.

As a big businessman, Ju Ji was very appreciated by the nobles of Yelang, and when Yelang Wang Xing was not dead, he was often a guest. The new king is about to succeed to the throne, and naturally he will not be left behind.

Although he became a secret spy, he must not deliberately "avoid suspicion", otherwise it is tantamount to trying to cover up. Therefore, Ju Ji not only had to attend the banquet, but also had to come into contact with Zhang Fang—completely in the form of a businessman's admiration for the Marquis of Fuping. For Ju Ji, this is a completely true performance, and there is no difficulty at all.

Needless to say, Zhang Fang's acting skills are not to mention, his attitude towards Ju Ji is completely in line with the attitude of a high-ranking prince towards a businessman: arrogant, looking down, and careless.

"Don't be surprised, the banquets of the Yelang people have always been like this. When the former envoy Dr. Zhang went on an envoy, he treated him in the same way. Ju Ji fully understood Zhang Fang's feelings, and humbly bowed down and explained, "The specifications of the Yelang banquet are determined by the level of the attendees. The higher the level, the higher the specs. Tonight's banquet, the king and Yelang were both present, and there were so many princes and elders at the same table, it was indeed the highest standard. ”

Zhang Fang smiled slightly after hearing this: "Yelang people are really real, no matter the pomp and circumstance, only the identity." ”

The venue of the banquet was actually in the palace, to be exact, on the flat square in the front yard of the palace. This is usually a place for the palace to issue announcements, drill troops, and dry grain and grind grain, and it is indeed ideal to hold a party. Although it's a bit of that no matter how you look at it, if you treat Yoro as a big tribe, you can be relieved.

In fact, the original song and dance are also quite interesting, especially after watching more court music and dance, and then looking at these primitive things, it is also quite interesting. What makes Zhang Fang the most interesting is the accompaniment instrument of the Yelang people - the bamboo tube.

Accompaniment of a total of more than 40 people, divided into four rows, the first two rows hold bamboo tubes, with bamboo ends on the ground, the ground is wood, stone, soil of different textures, emitting a variety of different tones, although simple but without losing the rhythm. The movements of the two rows in the back are very familiar, it is completely a bamboo pole dance, but there is no jumping pole, only the snapping sound when the two poles collide, sonorous and powerful.

The Yelang people have really brought bamboo culture to the extreme.

The flying swallow mantis beside him frequented, and their palms lightly struck each other, each blow in harmony with the beat on the field.

Zhang Fang smiled and asked, "How?" Is there any merit in Yiren music and dance? ”

Feiyan said in a low voice: "Although there is no tone of palace feathers, there is the sound of gold and stone, there is no silk and bamboo melodious, and there is the sound of heaven and earth." Yiren music and dance, desirable. ”

Zhang Fang nodded, Feiyan's evaluation was very pertinent and insightful. At this moment, he also had a hint of hesitation, should he keep the unique civilization of the Yelang people? Integration or independence, which is more suitable for the trend of the times? It's a historical conundrum.

The two of them, the king of Jumachi and the Marquis of Leaky, have been watching the Han envoy with apprehension, and the last time they also entertained the Han envoy in this way, it is said that they are still from Shuzhong, but when they see these entertainments, their faces are full of hesitation, and there are also a lot of disrespectful words to the Yelang people and their gods, which caused the Yelang King to be angry and carved wood to shoot him. And the Han envoy in front of him is a person from Chang'an, a relative of the Han family, I'm afraid these things can't be seen at all......

But to the surprise of the two, the Han envoys they saw actually watched with relish, and from time to time they pointed at the singing and dancing in the field with Wu Xie and Ju Ji, and nodded frequently. The expressions on the faces of Wu Xie and Ju Ji were even more surprised than those of King Jumachi and the Marquis of Leaky. Wu Xie looked at the Han envoy's eyes, and even had a little more good feelings.

This is the most harmonious moment between Zhang and Yelang since he put it into Yelang. The good atmosphere lasted until the appearance of that person, and it came to an abrupt end.

That person went all the way, and everyone who saw it paid homage. The nobles touch their palms with their foreheads, and their demeanor is respectful; The was prostrate on the ground, full of piety.

"Yeelang!"

"Yeelang!"

"Yeelang!"

There are constant calls all the way, I'm afraid that even King Yelang doesn't have such treatment.

Zhang Fang smiled lightly: "It turned out that Yelang came, I thought it was Jesus coming." ”

Everyone looked puzzled, but unfortunately no one took the opportunity to ask, "Who is Jesus?" ”

Weng Zhi walked in front of Zhang Fang step by step, stood still, and did not give a speech or salute. Singing incomprehensible incantations in his mouth, shaking his arms, and making gestures with his fingers—of course, he would no longer be naked, but rather a sleeveless robe resembling a tantric robe, and a skirt-like robe underneath. The edges of the garments are all embroidered with gold and silver filigree thundercloud trim, which sparkles in the light of the surrounding fire, and the unique shape and mysterious behavior make it even more extraordinary.

Zhang Fang had already been reminded by Ju Ji that this was Weng Zhi carrying out the so-called blessing. Get up and close your sleeves at the moment and thank you with a Chinese salute.

It took a long toss before the ceremony was finished, and then, Weng Zhi stretched out his hand, and the servant behind him presented a black pottery bowl. In the bowl, there was a fishy, dazzling red - rooster blood.

To be exact, this is a bowl of "spiced" rooster blood, and as for what is added, only God knows. And from the eager eyes of the people present staring at the bowl, it is not difficult to guess how eager they are to have a sip.

But more come from the elders of Zhuyi, such as the King of Yelang, the King of Jumachi, the Marquis of Leaky, the Talking Finger Jun, the Marquis of Tong, the Leaky River, the Wushan, and the Wanwen...... The eyes of the elders and other monarchs were nervously staring at Zhang Fang - the relationship between Han and Yelang was decided at this moment.

Weng pointed to the bowl with both hands, his little eyes flashed with unpredictable meaning, and he said in a loud voice: "Han envoy, please drink the wine given by this god." ”

Zhang Fang smiled, of course he knew why. Because the last messenger, Taizhong Doctor Zhang Kuang, finally broke his face because he refused to drink this blood wine. Later, he was expelled from Yoro by the people who felt humiliated and angry.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, Zhang Fang calmly stretched out his hand, took the chicken blood wine from Weng Zhi's hand, and asked one more question: "Only this bowl, right?" ”

Weng pointed to the little eyes with a sneering color flashed away, and said: "The gods give pulp, it is extraordinary, a drop of blood, a bowl of essence, this is the gift of the gods, the blessing of the Han envoy." Even if the bamboo king wants to drink, there is no second bowl. ”

Zhang Fang nodded: "It's a pity, I originally wanted to taste it......"

As he spoke, he tilted the bowl, filling it with a bowl full of "blood from the gods", and splashed it on the ground, splashing red pulp everywhere, like blood.