Diplomacy is no trivial matter, Wu Yi planned to meet in person, and invited Liu Xingfa, a staff member left by the eldest brother to deal with government affairs, and inquired in detail about the situation in the border areas.

More than 10 years ago, the Mengzhen tribe rose in the grassland, eight years ago after the Horqin Department unified the Mengzhen tribes, the cavalry of the department has reached more than 300,000 people, its leader Guo Xinxing led the troops to conquer the south and the north, the three tribes of Yidiqiang were overwhelmed, afraid of the prestige of Mengzhen, had to meet the alliance in Hulunbuir, in order to temporarily pick up its front.

Three years ago, the Mengzhen Khan Guo Xingxing died of illness on the way to the northern Rus' country, and his widow Princess Sisi inherited the throne, the three tribes thought that there was an opportunity, gathered the elite, and fought against Allah on the shore of Lake Baikal, and the Mengzhen cavalry led by Guo Xingxing's second brother Guo Meimei defeated the allied army of the three tribes, greatly reducing the living space of the three tribes.

Five years ago, the three clans began to send envoys to Yumen to ask for a meeting, hoping to expand the scale of the existing Yumen Farm and facilitate the three clans to purchase more supplies to cope with the shortage of materials caused by the raids of the Mengzhen tribe. Yumen, who was sitting in charge of Zhou Hei's face, responded indifferently, only slightly increasing the supply of some daily necessities such as salt and cloth, and strictly controlling strategic materials such as timber and iron.

Wu Yi sighed, how narrow the Xia Dynasty's strategic vision was in dealing with the situation in the border areas.

The momentum of the expansion of the Mengzhen tribe is similar to the process of the grassland alien race entering the Central Plains several times in the previous life, if it is allowed to develop, it is not impossible for the barbaric conquest of civilization, the replacement of the advanced by backwardness, and the despicable counterattack on the noble, Meng Zhen is eyeing Yanxia, and the blind can see it.

In three years, five large-scale attacks have been launched in a row, and the Siberian tiger has made a bold test of the donkey of Qian, and the next may be the time to show its minions.

The past is over, it is not too late to make amends, Wu Yi is determined to try his best to help the three clans, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, he has a natural hostility and disgust towards the Mengzhen tribe, a barbarian nation that rises in the grassland, and maintains great vigilance and worry.

The alarm bell rang lightly, the guards reported that the envoy of the Yi tribe had arrived, Wu Yi ordered to invite into the detention room, and after a while, a familiar sound sounded in the ring, and he said in his heart, it would not be a coincidence that the book would not be written.

It was still the same outfit in the morning, a puff of golden buttery hair was softly coiled behind the back of the head, and the delicate contour of the face loomed behind the black gauze masked silk scarf. Albana, a woman of the Yi tribe, walked lightly, and when she saw Wu Yi in military uniform standing in front of the desk, she didn't dare to look closely and didn't recognize Wu Yi.

Her soft accent spoke in pure and fluent Yanxia dialect and said crisply: "Arroyo Albana, the princess of the Yi tribe, see the lord of Wu City, may the friendship between the Xia and Yi tribes last forever!"

There was silence in the room for a while, Wu Yi couldn't hold back a smile, and admired the snow-white head and neck exposed by the princess of the Yi tribe who bowed her head slightly. Albana looked up in surprise, but behind the copywriter was a young man with a delicate face, with a rogue look, a narrow smile on his face, and a bruise left in the corner of his eyes, but who was not the young man surnamed Wu who was fighting on the street just now?

"Is that you?" Albana was surprised, "yes, it's me!" Wu Yi grinned heartlessly. "I don't know what the relationship between Lord Wu and Gongzi is?" Albana asked carefully, Wu Yi asked knowingly, "Which Lord Wu are you talking about?" "Of course it's the Jade Gate Order, Wu Yi Wu City Lord!" As an envoy of the clan, she still knows the name and official position of the city lord.

"My son's name is on Wu and Wu Xiayi!maybe, it may be the Lord Wu you are looking for?" Wu Yi finally couldn't help laughing, "I owe you money for a meal, and I rushed to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for the account!"

Albana's mouth opened slightly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she was speechless in shock. The young man in front of her spoke casually and humorously, which couldn't help but dispel her nervous and cautious emotions, and she couldn't help but smile. Then he woke up to his mission, and felt that he couldn't lose his courtesy, so he took off the bead crown on his head, and bowed down, "The daughter of the patriarch of the Yi clan, Albana sees Lord Wu, a small clan widow, who has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, and asks Lord Wu to forgive the previous sins of disrespect!"

A mouthful of Qin language words are round, dignified and beautiful, showing the elegant ancient style of infiltrating poetry.

In the past, Albana always covered her face with a veil, but at this moment, Albana with her head down looked soft, under her round forehead, above the bridge of her beautiful nose, a strand of blonde hair swayed in the wind, just like a beautiful lady in a painting. Wu Yi laughed and turned out of the desk, and helped the Yi beauty with both hands, "What is the crime? We are street comrades who share hardships and hardships." After a pause, he asked, "Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

Albana stroked her hair, her blue eyes fluttered lightly, and her beautiful face without a trace of fireworks was facing Wu Yi, making him shudder, it was really strange, this world was indeed Zhong Lingyuxiu, and she gave birth to such a woman who won the world and created Lingxiu.

"The little girl is here to make a final effort for the expansion of the field, and I would like to plead on behalf of my father, the ---- Yi clan。。。。。。 Wu Yi waved his hand, "Don't be so restrained, we are comrades on the street!

Albana's knowing smile was like a flower blooming, and for a moment it seemed that the study was full of spring breath. A random smile narrowed, revealing a melancholy look, "It's been five years, this is the first time I've heard such gentle words from the mouth of the Lord of the Jade Gate Order, but it's a pity that it's too late。。。。。。 ”

At the end, Albana's voice gradually became more and more subtle, with a deep regret and unwillingness in her face, and the last sentence was almost inaudible. Wu Yi smiled sincerely and said, "In the future, you will see the peaceful coexistence and friendly exchanges between the two tribes of Yixia. ”

"I wonder if there will be a future?。。。。。。 Albana sighed faintly, and Wu Yi gradually noticed that something was wrong, "Why does the princess stop talking and speak in a small voice, I can't hear it clearly, is there any change in the situation?" Albana sighed lightly, and said to Wu Yi: "On behalf of the Yi people, I would like to make the following pleas to your lordship:

First of all, please increase the supply of our people's materials, such as grain, oil, salt, felt, cloth, and other daily necessities, preferably three to four times the scale of the existing trade in the field; secondly, please allow our people to purchase the weapons of the country, at least able to supply the giant wood, iron ingots, and other controlled items that our people urgently need, and all transactions shall be settled by the gold, silver, and jewels accumulated by our people, and the shortfall shall be offset by livestock; finally, our people are willing to be ministers and serve the kingdom as the lord for generations, and I sincerely ask that our people be accepted and allowed to enter the country for refuge when they are attacked!"

Wu Yi quietly listened to all the requests of the beautiful princess of the Yi tribe, and a sad feeling flashed from the bottom of his heart, and the corners of his eyes were a little dry, is this the diplomatic negotiation rhetoric of the foreign envoys? This is simply the helpless cry of a wanderer who admires the Heavenly Empire!