The next evening.

The bonfire illuminates the sweat tent, and the servants are roasting the fat sheep, wild animals, the smell of food and the smoke, which spreads far away with the autumn wind.

The sweat tent was wide open, and torches were lit, and the invited guests6 continued to come here, and there was jubilation inside and outside the tent.

King Wang Han of the Kereh Department has not yet arrived, many guests have already taken their seats, just sheep **, talking and laughing loudly, they are all nobles and leaders of the Kereh Department, among them there are many heroic soldiers, but most of them are old people, they are all henchmen who have followed Wang Han for a long time.

Although Wang Han has a reputation for cruelty, he is very tolerant and generous to his brothers who compete for power, and to his loyal subordinates, which is why Wang Han has been able to sit firmly on the throne of Khan for so many years, and in the most difficult times, few people have left him......

Mu Huali did not enter the tent, took Zhang Jin and the others, and only waited by a bonfire not far from the tent.

The later the person sits, the more noble the status, whether it is in the Han land or in the grassland, this rule is the same, the Mongolian life is difficult, so they don't pay much attention to this, but there are still rules.

In addition, he didn't want to go in before the arrival of the prince of the Mongol tribes, and he had to stand up to meet them, in that case, his momentum would be much weaker......

As he expected, Sangkun sent someone over to explain that his father Khan had invited many people to the banquet, including the envoys of the Mongol tribes, perhaps because he had made a decision in his heart, and what he said was very vague, and it was obvious that as a son, he did not know what his father was thinking.

This also made Mu Huali more vigilant, and decided to take Zhang Jin and Zhao Sanchun into the Khan tent of the Kerebu to attend the banquet, and let Hu Nan guard the camp, loose on the outside and tight on the inside, once there is a change. Bring someone over immediately......

But looking at the situation in the brightly lit tent now, it doesn't look like something is happening, and there is nothing unusual about the Kreebe...... But who knows, in the camp of the Kreebe, there is nothing wrong with being careful......

By Mu Huali's side. There was also a young Mongol standing. This is Sangkun's retinue, and the son of the Kereh tribe, the son of Chilehean, was sent to wait by Mu Huali's side.

However, this also shows that he will not walk into the sweat tent with Mu Huali. This attitude made Mu Huali even more disappointed, the Mongols would never let go of the opportunity to show their strength, but obviously, Sankun did not want to irritate his elderly father. Gave up this opportunity.

From time to time, the sound of registration came from the mouth of the tent, and one by one the nobles of the Kereb Department entered the sweat tent, and after a while, a group of more than ten people came to the edge of the sweat tent.

Mu Huali looked over......

"It's Genghis Khan's messenger who has arrived." Tuo whispered beside him.

In the light of the fire, Mu Huali squinted his eyes, looked at the clothes of these envoys, and thought to himself, the Mongolian tribes seemed to be indeed different, and they were all dressed well. The young man seemed to be Jochi, the eldest son of Genghis Khan Temujin.

Jochi, the guest, did not blame others for saying that Temujin's eldest son was not his own son, Mu Huali couldn't help but think maliciously.

Although it was far away, Mu Huali could still see it. This is a strong and majestic young man, he turned back to the people behind him and said a few words, and then led four or five people into the sweat tent, and the others waited outside.

There was silence in the tent. From the open tent entrance, many people stood up. Touching his chest and saluting, like this young man to show respect, the young man looked very arrogant, slightly bowed, and was taken to a distinguished position second only to the master and sat down.

The noise in the tent was gone, and it was quiet as if it had changed places, and the corners of Mu Huali's mouth pulled up a few mocking smiles, thinking to himself, the Kree tribe had completely declined, and although their warriors were heroic, their generals and nobles were no different from the nobles of other tribes on the grassland.

Genghis Khan's prestige made them timid, if Genghis Khan came to attack them, most of these people would not dare to resist, when he left the Northeast Grassland, the Kereh Department was still the undisputed overlord of the Northeast Grassland, but now, it has fallen to such a point, it is really unbelievable......

"Let's go, let's go, don't wait for the Khan King to come, it's good to be rude."

A group of more than ten people left the warm bonfire and came to the sweat tent, and when they got closer, Mu Huali waved his hand, and the others stopped.

Mu Huali took Zhang Jin and the other three people, unslashed his blade, handed it over to the guards, and walked into the tent by himself.

"General Mu Huali arrives at ......"

The Han man at the door of the tent, Kasu, had his eyes flashing, asked him to announce the name of the guest, and motioned for the servant to take the guest into a seat.

The name and surname reported were very simple, but everyone in the tent knew the origin of the visitor, because it was this person who led the Han cavalry to help the Kerebu defeat the Naibarians on the Kuoyitian grassland, and won this peaceful winter for the Kereebu.

Most of the nobles of the Krebe stood up and saluted, and the most honorable ones were more reserved, but they also slowly got up, smiling and showing their kindness.

Mu Huali bowed slightly, hugged his fists as a salute, and practiced Han etiquette.

Genghis Khan's envoys sat still, and a rebellious gaze roamed over Mu Huali and the others, Mu Huali raised his head and looked at the owner of the gaze, and the two did not feel the slightest kindness in each other's gaze, and seemed to encounter a series of sparks.

The slave bowed down and led in front, but the direction of the guidance made Mu Huali raise his eyebrows, because it was under the Mongolian envoys.

The young Mongol prince smiled, full of contempt.

Mu Huali subconsciously touched his waist, but he felt empty, but the anger in his chest had already ignited, for him, this was undoubtedly a humiliation......

He stopped, the tent was very quiet, everyone sensed the source of this solemn atmosphere, and felt extremely embarrassed and uneasy, the seat of the envoy was often fought for with the blood of warriors, which was not an uncommon thing in the chaotic Mongol tribes, and the nobles of the Kereh tribe only hoped that such a thing would not be born in the sweat tent of the Kereh tribe......

Without waiting for the nobles of the Kerebu to get up and ease the atmosphere, Mu Huali swept his eyes around, ignoring the pale servant who was bowing and waiting.

Coming to the opposite side of the Mongolian envoy, in front of an old man, he bowed down and said with a smile: "Dear elder, does Mu Huali have the honor to drink with you at the same table?" ”

The old man was a little stunned and at a loss, obviously, although this old man was noble, he was not a talented and courageous person, he actually subconsciously stood up and gave up his position.

Mu Huali bowed to the old man again, "Thank you, respected elder, Mu Huali will not forget your tolerance and hospitality. ”

After that, the whole audience was shocked.

The old man wondered at this time, his face was flushed, and there was anger on his face, but he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Mu Huali's faint gaze looked over again, "Respected elder, please sit down, Mu Huali doesn't have any malicious intent, as a guest, I just want to drink at the same table with someone who is willing to be with Mu Huali and match Mu Huali's identity, if it offends you, please forgive Mu Huali for his recklessness." ”

The tough gesture and soft words made the nobles of the Krebe feel that it was not so difficult to accept, and the guests could choose their own seats, as long as the host wanted to, didn't they?

The old man laughed awkwardly, Mu Huali's words were very respectful, which made him feel that the other party's rudeness was not so embarrassing, the sheep in the flock, when they saw the wolf, they would always choose to back down, this is the momentum of the Han people.

The old man finally sat down slowly, his face was somewhat normal, Mu Huali bowed, smiled and comforted: "Thank you again, respected elder, your tolerance is appreciated." ”

Suddenly, the old man's remaining anger vanished in an instant, and he felt very proud to be able to drink at the same table with such a warrior whose prestige spread throughout the Creeh tribe, and to be respected by the other party, it was also a surprise, although a little embarrassing......

The psychology has changed, and the words are smooth and enthusiastic, and he leans slightly to touch his chest, "You don't have to be so polite, your prestige has already convinced Meng Chijin, and it is a rare honor for Meng Chijin to be able to drink with you at the same table today......"

Although it was still quiet in the tent, many people had begun to whisper, and there were smiles on their faces, compared to the arrogant Mongol prince, who commanded the Han cavalry and helped the Kereh tribe, although it was rude to act at this time, but he expressed his respect for the general of the Kereh tribe, and won the appreciation of the nobles in the sweat tent.

And this kind of behavior that shows his own strength, and does not embarrass the master, makes many people born, this is the idea of the grassland aristocracy......

But the farce did not end, the Han man Kasu hurriedly walked in, glared at the overwhelmed slave, waved him away, and walked in front of Mu Huali in a few steps, changed his smile, bowed and said, "Honorable guest, your seat ......"

Mu Huali waved his hand casually, as if to wave away a fly, "Go away, or sit down, do you want me to tilt my head and talk to a lowly slave?" ”

The old man next to him has obviously begun to regard himself as a master, and a khan tent manager will not let a nobleman like him have much jealousy, even if he has saved the life of the khan, but a slave is a slave, and in his tent, a slave who makes the honored guest unhappy should immediately cut off his head......

"There are still many people coming, Aktai, your tongue-in-cheek and annoying, get out of my sight immediately, or you will regret it." (To be continued!)

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