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Wang Han was dressed very formally, but to the surprise of the Mongol envoys, the king of Khan was still wearing the golden crown given to him by the Jin people, and everyone in the big tent stood up, stroked their chests and saluted, Jochi finally led the people to stand up, and showed his respect, but bowed his head to hide it was just contempt in his eyes......

They all thought in their hearts, this Khan King is afraid that he is old and confused, and the people of Jin are no longer worthy of the awe of the Mongols, does this old man even regard the official position of the people of Jin as glory?

Unlike the Mongol envoys, Mu Huali didn't know that such a costume was actually dressed by the prince of the people, and he only felt that it was a little gorgeous, which was very inconsistent with the current situation of the Kerebu, and moreover, for the Mongols, the costume was too gorgeous......

Perhaps, this Khan king is deliberately showing them majesty, but majesty is obtained by strength, and no matter how beautiful the robes are, they can't hide the current predicament of the Kerebu.

His contempt was different from that of the Mongol envoys, but in the end, it was no different......

Wang Han is in good spirits, but he is indeed old, but he is not old enough to be like Kal Wuertu, his eyes are still bright, his seemingly weak body still has energy, and his voice is still deep and permeated with strength......

"Please sit down......"

Coming to the central throne, Wang Han slowly sat down cross-legged, and Sang Kun also came to the upper position, nodding to Mu Huali, but turning a blind eye to the Mongolian envoys.

Wang Han flattened his arms, pressed down, and saw that everyone was sitting down, so he smiled again: "In the sweat tent of the Kerebu Department, it has not been so lively for a long time. ”

The old man beside Mu Huali immediately smiled and agreed, "Yes, this is a sign of the prosperity of the Kereb Ministry." ”

The nobles of the Kereh tribe nodded one after another, wishing the Great Khan his health Kangtai, and the future of the Kereh tribe will become brighter and more prosperous......

Wang Han was very interested, and waited until everyone's voices were a little weaker. Only then did he instruct: "Okay, there are a few distinguished guests in the sweat tent today, so don't let the guests wait for a long time, and serve all the wine and meat, so that the guests can feel the ......enthusiasm of the Kerebu."

The slaves had already waited outside, under a command. The servants wore snow-white leather robes and bowed down to carry silver plates and flasks. After patting the neat queue, they entered the tent.

The aroma of meat and wine permeated the tent.

The nobles of the Krebe were amazed and complimented, but this luxurious scene did not move the two groups of guests, just like a dilapidated aristocratic house, it is trying to show the glory of the past, no matter how brilliant it is, it is only the past, and the only effect of this may be to show their own ruin even more.

The Mongol envoys exchanged ears. But no matter what his subordinates said, the upright Mongol prince could not utter words of flattery.

Mu Huali looked at it with a smile, wondering in his heart what Wang Han meant, is this Great Khan really old and confused, or is it because the Kereh Department has not received guests for a long time, and it is caused by excitement, or is there another meaning?

Wait for the food to be ready. The servants retreated behind the guests, ready to serve.

At this time, Wang Han picked up the wine bowl and raised it high above his head, "Immortal Heaven bless us, so that our Kereh Department can prosper forever......"

Anyway, make a gesture to everyone. The people took up their bowls and drank with the king of Khan.

Wang Han put down the wine bowl, "Tonight, everyone drinks and eats delicious food." ”

Then he gestured slightly to his Kasu, and the Han Kasu immediately slapped his face, and the sound of playing sounded, and two teams of Krebe girls dressed in beautiful costumes entered the country. Dance to the sound of music.

Suddenly, the banquet was full of color, and the nobles relaxed, watched the dances, tasted the beauties, invited each other to drink, and talked and laughed.

At this time, Wang Han picked up the silver knife on the table, slice the meat on the top of the head of the lamb, and put it on the plate, and immediately someone came over, picked up the plate, and sent it to the Mongolian envoy.

The young Mongol prince finally laughed, glanced across the face, and exclaimed, "Thank you, Great Khan." ”

Mu Huali raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, the Kelie Department had no idea how strong Great Qin was, how powerful and invincible his master was, and that such humiliation would one day get bad results.

Wang Han didn't know what kind of seed he had planted, in fact, he didn't think much of his son Sankun, the messenger sent by Anda, but it was clear that he valued and was more familiar with his own son, Temujin.

Then, with a silver knife, he once again slice the fattest loin of the lamb, put it on a plate, and let it be sent to Mu Huali.

Mu Huali suppressed the anger in his heart, hugged his fists, and said, "Thank you Great Khan." ”

Amid the dance and music, Wang Han picked up the wine bowl and smiled at the envoys on both sides: "Distinguished guests, please eat and drink as much as you want, and you will always be welcome to the tent of the Kerebu." ”

Watching the envoys drink the wine, Wang Han's smile became more and more cheerful......

At this time, Sangkun finally raised the wine bowl and motioned to Mu Huali, "Mu Huali, your resourcefulness and courage make me envious and admire, please drink a full bowl, Sangkun of the Kerebu will always remember your kindness." ”

A smile bloomed on Mu Huali's face, he raised the wine bowl again, and replied: "Prince Sangkun, my master is your Anda, when he heard that you need help, he immediately sent Mu Huali here, and the Anda affection between you and my master is the most enviable......

The two laughed at the same time and drank together.

Wang Han's smile froze, bringing out some embarrassment and displeasure, and the Mongolian envoys on the opposite side also felt the sharpness and viciousness of the words of the Mongolian fellow on the other side.

The posture of the girls of the Kerebu blocked the sight of the two sides from constantly looking at each other, so that they would not fight again.

Wang Han's enthusiasm for the Mongol envoys was evident personally, and he kept asking Jochi and others about the situation of the Mongol tribes, and expressed his sincere pleasure that Temujin's child had achieved such an achievement.

But Mu Huali was not left out in the cold, Sang Kun and he kept inviting him to drink, and talked very happily, and the scene seemed to be happy......

The nobles of the Kereb tribe, after several years of fighting against the barbarians, finally got a chance to take a breather, and such a feast had not been held for a long time.

The undercurrents of the messengers, and the thoughts of the Great Khan and the Prince of Sangkun, were not as attractive as the dancing of the young and beautiful maidens of the Creeb, and they talked to each other, laughing loudly, and looking at the high breasts and soft waists of the maidens, and did not have the slightest intention of listening to the conversation between the Great Khan and the prince and the envoys.

At the end of the song, the girls took advantage of the situation to come to the guests' tables, poured wine for the guests, cut meat, and the nobles hugged the girl's delicate body, and the laughter suddenly filled the ears, making the scene a little more fragrant.

Then, with the sound of high-fives, the warriors of the tribe entered the tent, and they quickly scuffled together, throwing their opponents to the ground, to show their own martial prowess and, of course, to the rare entertainment of the tribe's nobles and guests......

The man's bulging muscles and sweat soon excited the nobles, who clapped and waved their arms and screamed from time to time, and some of them wished to rush forward and take the place of the weak wrestler and knock his powerful opponent to the ground......

The victorious warriors gasped and fell to their knees drenched in sweat, accepting the rewards of the Khan king and the nobles, and leaving the tent with their heads bowed and dejected in defeat.

There were no casualties, whether it was Mu Huali, Jochi and others, they all looked boring, maybe only the real bloodshed would make them excited.

Mu Huali smiled and complimented him insincerely, "The warriors of the Kerebu are indeed very strong. ”

The rest of the show was also lackluster, with warriors banging their shields and provoking sacrificial dances, but in the middle there were tribal shamans, bouncing and begging for the blessings of immortality.

By the time these characters who had become madmen in Mu Huali's eyes went down, the meat had almost been eaten, and many people were already drunk, at this time, the feast had entered another stage.

This is also the most exciting stage.

The warriors of the Kereb marched in with unkempt prisoners of war, untied their ropes, and threw them swords, arrows and shields, and commanded them to kill each other.

It is not surprising that this is a common sight for the Mongols to feast, and in addition to showing their strength, they can also enjoy the thrill of blood......

And there is no need to ask about the origin of these prisoners of war, they are barbarians......

When the first pair of prisoners of war began to fight each other under duress, they were hesitant at first, reluctant to attack their kind, but as a little blood splattered out, they became crazy.

The men in the tent were just as mad, their big hands roaming over the girl in their arms, shouting, picking up pieces of meat and throwing them at the other pairs of prisoners of war.

These hungry guys couldn't resist the temptation to pick up pieces of meat on the ground and gobble them up, and their laughter was terrible......

In the end, a prisoner of war fell to the ground, half of his neck was cut open and bright red and piercing blood flowed, and the sound of screaming immediately reached a **, even Wang Han leaned forward and looked forward with a satisfied expression on his face......

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