The Xiongnu envoy appeared in Guanzhong with a team of 100 people, he was one of the three major clans of the Xiongnu, the Lan clan, his name was Qu Li, he was ordered by the military minister Shan Yu to go to Guanzhong to pay homage to the emperor of the Han family, and asked the emperor of the Han family to forgive the reckless actions of King Zuoxian, which was also the first time he went south to the Han land since he learned Chinese from his uncle.

He once learned from the old people of the tribe that the mountains and rivers of the Han land are good, and the Han women have white and tender skin and beautiful appearance, and they are comparable to the Shan Yu clan, except that the ability to give birth to herding is a little worse, and the members of the family who manage the housework are much better than the Hun women, and he dreams of marrying a Han woman to inherit the lineage, and even the name of his son has been chosen.

The current King Zuo Xian is from the Su Yu clan, the grandson of Mao Dun Shan Yu, the nephew of the old Shang Shan Yu, and the younger brother of the military minister Shan Yu, who controls the fertile pastures of Mo Nan, with a total of more than 200 tribes and a population of more than 1 million, and commands 110,000 elite soldiers to entrench in the Mo Nan royal court for a long time, and even the military minister Shan Yu does not dare to urge him too much.

"Actually, we don't want to fight with the Han people, we just want to get food when there is no food in winter, clothes to wear when there is no clothes in spring, and salt when we eat meat, and our days will be satisfied." Lan Quli's face stiffened with laughter, but he still didn't let him enter the gate for half a step.

In the past few months, he has been going around the pass in Guanzhong and is not allowed to enter, he knows that the emperor of the Han family is really angry, in case he provokes the 300,000 people of the Han army to sweep the grassland of Monan, the ghost knows whether it will fight all the way to Longcheng, and by the way, the Lan clan of Gonglushui will be swept away, and the entire Xiongnu clan will be less than four million people, and he really has no confidence to fight to the death with the Han people.

"You go away and don't get in the way." Guan Duwei glanced at the smiling Huns, his braided hair was naturally scattered, and the round-necked robe on the left side could be seen at a glance that he was a beard, and the heavy body odor on his body was mixed with the smell of mutton, and it seemed to be mixed with the smell of some strange spices, which made people feel dizzy and nauseated.

"I am ordered by our Shan Yu to come to see your Son of Heaven, Shan Yu said that the Great Xiongnu and the Han are brothers, we Shan Yu succeeded to the throne a few years earlier than your Son of Heaven, but the age is still a few years older than your Son of Heaven, so we Shan Yu asked me to bring fifty horses and five thousand as a gift to ask for my brother's forgiveness, the Han Yushi who died was an accident, and we are only willing to exchange a thousand sheep for the understanding of the Han Yushi family."

Baa!

Guan Duwei glanced at the sheep led by the Huns, and suddenly laughed: "Are you Huns demented or crazy, killed our Han family's imperial historian and plundered Yanmen County, and wanted to use dozens of horses and thousands of sheep to settle the people, then we beheaded your Zuoxian King and gave you 10,000 sheep, okay?" ”

Lan Quli hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no!" This one is absolutely not going to work! Our King Zuo Xian is the king of the Su Yan clan, just like you Han princes surnamed Liu, King Zuo Xian will pay at least 100,000 sheep if he is killed by you, maybe 200,000 or not necessarily. ”

"You Huns are so interesting, then how many sheep will we pay for killing your Shan Yu?"

"This ...... I don't know about this, probably millions of sheep! Lan Quli folded his fingers with a sad face, and he couldn't figure out how many sheep he wanted.

The Huns live by herding cattle and sheep, the status of sheep is equivalent to the corn grain of the Han land, a sheep in the Xiongnu is about equal to a stone of corn in the Han land, Lan Quli is not wrong to describe the value of the head of Shan Yu in the millions, Chang'an's annual grain is about four million stones, so much grain to supply the residents of Chang'an City and nearby Lingyi, in the eyes of the Huns worthless old people and young children are not even worth a sheep, a single life is worth millions of sheep is already extremely noble, this is a symbol of status and will not be regarded as an insult to personality.

The Han people don't see it that way, Guan Duwei laughed, and the guards at the pass also laughed: "The Huns are really fun, the heads of the big nobles are clearly marked with prices, is this to be sold by inserting a bid?" ”

"What buried I didn't hear clearly, what kind of etiquette is this?" Lan Quli blinked, not understanding what the Han people meant.

"Hahaha...... I'm laughing at me. ”

Lan Quli turned his face and looked at his companions helplessly, the Huns who took care of the lambs were all dull, they couldn't even understand the Han language, they stared at the Han people laughing like fools, a few Huns thought it was funny and grinned, and gradually the Huns laughed, Lan Quli also laughed, anyway, the Han people laughed at him, and he always didn't suffer.

Baa!

Sang Hongyang picked up the door and jumped down quickly, and heard laughter from outside the pass from a distance, and looked carefully to see a group of stinky goats and a group of stinky Huns laughing endlessly, Guan Duwei and the guards lay at the pass and covered their mouths and laughed and rolled, the Huns also covered their stomachs and laughed tears, and the Huns who were slightly dressed up were also rolling and crying.

"Guan Duwei, which play are you playing? Who is the envoy of the Huns, who came out to listen to the edict. ”

Guan Duwei wolf got up, pointed to Lan Quli who was still rolling, and said: "It's him, it's this demented Huns." ”

"Dementia's emissary?"

Sang Hongyang frowned, the barbaric customs of the Huns made the Han family very unaccustomed, the Hun envoys often did ridiculous things, they themselves were proud and unaware of the ugliness, he guessed that the Huns who were rolling all over the ground even if they were not stupid and the Hun waiters who came over a few years ago almost belonged to the Mobei Huns, compared to the Monan Huns who lived in the south of the desert adjacent to the Han land, the Mobei Huns appeared more barbaric and stupid, of course, the Huns were not ashamed of this, but felt that the Mobei Huns were the bravest warriors, The Monan Huns are a breed without eggs.

"The Xiongnu envoy hurry up, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will summon you."

Lan Quli jumped high, and his two eyes stared at Lao Yuan: "The Han prince finally let us go."

Then shouted in the Xiongnu language, and the Huns all got up one by one, and the dirty floating dust on their bodies shook wildly, and suddenly the smoke and dust drifted wildly.

"Stop! You sheep can't enter the customs, and neither can you in your tattered fur jacket, so let your people stay here and take care of the sheep. ”

Lan Quli was anxious: "No! We only told me that I must send this flock of sheep to the Han Emperor, and I must not leave until I can't get there! ”

Baa!

More than 100 Huns screamed, and the sheep were frightened and ran around to the pass to block the passing vehicles.

Sang Hongyang's slightly immature voice came into his ears: "I am only responsible for informing you that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to see you, if you don't want to go, take your sheep back to the prairie." ”

Guan Duwei immediately called the guards to drive away the Huns' flock, and the Huns did not dare to resist the guards so they had to slowly retreat, and Lan Quli agreed with a sad face.

"Let you invade our Yanmen County, and give you a lesson, so that you Huns know how powerful we are."

The guards were still mocking the Huns to their heart's content, and Sang Hongyang boarded the carriage with the silent Lan Quli, and the carriage drove half a circle and stepped onto the gallop, and in a short time it was all galloping.

The four-wheeled carriage went very fast, and the two horses pulled the carriage for forty miles each hour, and the journey of five hours passed unconsciously, and by the evening it had come to the outskirts of Chang'an.

"Listen, tomorrow His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will take the time to see you, what you have to do now is to go to the post house to freshen up, take out clean clothes and change them, don't wear this torn jacket to the king, lose the dignity of your Huns, it is a small matter, and it is a big matter to provoke His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be unhappy."

"Yes, I wrote everything you said." Lan Quli looked left and right with an expression that did not go to his heart at all, Sang Hongyang snorted lightly and turned his head with disdain, and secretly cursed the Huns for being really sloppy, this torn leather jacket has been worn for five or six years, and the messy sheepskin patches on the body have fallen off, and the ghost knows whether the Huns will abide by the rules of the Han family.

Woowoo......

Suddenly, the sound of a desolate conch sounded in the sky, and there was a faint noise in the south, and the voice was solemn and solemn, as if singing poetry.

Lan Quli was stunned for a moment: "Han envoy, I want to know what this beautiful voice is?" ”

Sang Hongyang seemed to see through his thoughts, and said with a smile: "This is the believer of our Jingshi singing the praises of the great Taiyi God, if you want to go and freshen up and clean yourself, you will know, the place is in the temple in the south of the city, remember that the city gate will be closed until dark, and if you miss the hour, you will have to sleep in the wilderness." ”

"I want to see it, and I want to see it now."

Lan Quli was busy going out, rushing too fast, stepping on the air and stumbling on his heels, slamming heavily on the ground, covering his head and now Sang Hongyang's carriage was about to leave.

"This Han baby is so unjust!" Lan Quli limped and picked up his baggage and walked into the post house, so he had to go to wash up and go out again.

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