If Zhu Gaochi is on the Longwan pier today.

He will definitely comment that today's Brother Xi'er, who has the ability to throw pots and dig pits, has reached the point of being superb, moisturizing things silently.

Mahamu's face was ugly.

Just that last sentence was more sinister than snatching his saber in public.

Under the leader of the Warat tribe, Mengge Timur, there are three families of the Tahammu tribe and the Taiping tribe, and the bald Polo tribe.

Now the imperial grandson of the Ming Dynasty said that he Mahamu was the first warrior of the Warat Department.

Not to mention what Brother Meng's Timur would think, that is, Taiping and Bald Polo both had to be fiercely jealous of him Mahamu.

It's a killing!

Mahamu lowered his head and clasped his hands into fists: "His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson is falsely praised, there are countless warriors in the Warat Division, and Mahamu is nothing."

Zhu Yunxi smiled.

After he finished speaking, he felt that the pit he dug was still smaller, and he should say that he Mahamu was the first warrior of the grassland.

So, he stepped forward and reached out to take Mahamu's arm.

Ma Hamu didn't notice it, and subconsciously worked hard, but he didn't want this young grandson of the Ming Emperor to pull himself up so easily.

Mahamu was surprised.

But Zhu Yunxi was already chuckling and said, "Although Lone is far away in Yingtian and has never been to the grassland, I often hear that you are the first-class divine horseman and divine shooter of the Warat Division. Not to mention the Warats, even the Tatars are rarely able to find people to compete with.

Today, since the misunderstanding has been resolved, you and the others, as envoys to the Ming Dynasty, still entered the city with Gu earlier and went to the place where the imperial court prepared for you."

Zhu Yunxi's voice was very loud and spread to the surrounding crowd.

Nowadays, Yingtian City is very lively, even if it fights against the Mongol Tatars on the east side of the Great Wall next year, there are still private merchants.

He believed that his words today would reach the grassland in the near future.

Mahamu tried to keep himself calm and thoughtful.

Once, he had seen the most cunning enemy, and he had faced the wolves alone, and he had gradually walked to the only three figures under Timur of Waratongge.

However, now facing the grandson of the Ming Emperor in front of him, he felt that he was deep in the quagmire, and it was difficult to pull out his feet, and he was getting deeper and deeper.

The distance between the two has been completely shortened.

Ma Hamu swore that even if he didn't have a saber, he would still have countless ways to assassinate the young Ming Emperor's grandson here.

But the reason in his heart told him that he must not do such a thing.

It's not that killing a grandson of the Ming Emperor will bring much crisis to the Waratbu.

It's that he thinks that this grandson of the Ming Emperor seems to want to make a move?

With his unguarded neck and back, he constantly hinted to himself that he could strike at any time.

This young man, using his fragile life as bait, is trapping himself.

This reminded Mahamu that he did the same when he went to trap those wolves on the grassland.

The fattest and tender lambs are thrown on the grass, and the wolves don't even need to be rounded up, just walk up slowly, and the lambs will take their own mouths.

But Mahamu knew that in the grass near the sheep, he was ambushing there, and when the wolves' precautions and vigilance were minimized, he would attack blatantly.

Now he is one of those hungry wolves, and the imperial grandson of the Ming Dynasty has dressed himself as the weakest sheep cub on the grassland, and when he opens his mouth, he will reveal all the preset ambushes.

Mahamu's head is constantly deducing all kinds of possibilities.

He didn't realize at all that he had been pulled to the carriage by Zhu Yunxi.

Zhu Yunxi looked back at Ma Hamu and Fan Worm, who was pulling up with him when he was passing by, with a warm smile on his face, which was really innocent.

"The two of them have traveled far and wide, working all the way, and when they enter the city at this moment, they will go with the loneliness

Let's get in the car."

As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi had already boarded the carriage and looked back at the two.

Fan Worm was naturally excited, and it could be said to be a great honor for him to be able to enter the city in the same car with His Royal Highness the Imperial Sun.

He couldn't help but think of the commotion and shock caused by the commotion and shock in the port when he arrived in the home country with the Daming sailors and the Daming sailors like a mountain.

The news was sent to the royal capital as soon as possible.

Before he arrived in the royal capital, the king had already sent a large army of men and horses to meet him.

When he knew that he actually had the official status of the Ming Dynasty's eight-rank patrol inspector, the reward of a marquis came to his hands.

Huge castles, vast lands, vassals that can be divided.

For a while, he became the hottest figure in the royal capital.

However, at that time, Fan Worm no longer had any feelings.

How can a marquis compare with his own patrol inspector in the Ming Dynasty?

When he returned to Daming with the sailor this time, he immediately knew that Daming had re-implemented the law of military merit of a dynasty thousands of years ago. As long as you do great things, you can get countless rewards.

Fan Worm even learned from talking with those familiar sailor generals that the Ming Dynasty was agreeing on the matter of crowning the king for the two dukes of the court in accordance with the Law of Military Merit.

O king!

Fan Worm thought about it carefully, and finally firmly believed that the prince of the Ming Dynasty might be more glorious and noble than the king he had been.

And he, who is now an official of the Ming Dynasty, naturally has the opportunity to receive a greater reward for his merits.

For a moment, he even wanted to directly persuade the generals of the navy division not to return to Beijing, but to directly fill the warship with weapons and artillery, and return to Europa, so as to lay down a large overseas territory for the Ming Dynasty.

"The European envoy goes first?"

Zhu Yunxi looked at Fan Worm, who didn't speak, but had a strange smile on his face, with a smile on his face, and called softly.

Fan Worm immediately raised his head, with a smile on his face: "Wechen thanks, Wechen will get in the car."

Fan worm climbed and jumped into the carriage, and did not forget to look back at Ma Hamu standing under the carriage, his eyes shimmering.

It seems to be saying that I, Fan Worm, can call myself a micro-minister in front of His Royal Highness the Emperor and the Grand Sun, but you, Mahamu, a soft-footed horse on the grassland, are just an outsider.

In front of the carriage, Ma Hamu watched as the imperial grandson of the Ming Dynasty and the damn Hongyi man bowed their heads and bent into the carriage, and his brows moved a few times.

The palms of his hands, hidden under the loose robes, couldn't help but clench their fists.

Is this another trap?

The space in the carriage was narrow, and only the young imperial grandson of Daming and the vulnerable Hongyi man could kill these two personalities in the carriage with only three fists and five palms.

The three generations of the Ming Dynasty were prosperous, which is definitely not what the grassland wants to see.

Mahamu looked at the gently fluttering curtain, as if waiting for him to enter, and he finally took a deep breath and stepped into the carriage.

In the carriage, Zhu Yunxi sat on the innermost main seat, and the soft seat gently wrapped his body.

As Mahamu came in, Fan Worm, who was sitting in the seat under the window, picked up the saber that was originally pestle on the side and put it across his lap.

It seemed to be showing off to the incoming Mahamu, whose decades-old saber was now in the hands of others.

This idiot!

Mahamu cursed in his heart, it was easier for him to recapture the saber from this angle.

"Now that all the men are gathered, let us go into the city."

Zhu Yunxi opened his eyes that had just narrowed slightly, and spoke outside the carriage under the gaze of Ma Hamu.

Someone outside also answered.

Outside the carriage.

Ying Tianfu Governor Zou Xueyu frowned and walked to Tian Mai's side: "That Mahamu is in the same car as His Highness, will nothing happen?"

Tian Mai looked back at Ying Tian in confusion

Prefect, he couldn't quite understand something.

Are these people thinking that His Royal Highness Taisun is also a powerless person?

However, Tian Mai only thought about it, so he arched his hand at Zou Xueyu: "I'll go."

After saying that, Tian Mai quickened his steps and ran towards the carriage that had turned around and was heading down to the city gate.

For.

Tian Mai's footsteps stepped lightly on the carriage and slipped sideways into the carriage.

He didn't look for a place to sit down, just half-crouched under the car door, his right hand pressed horizontally against his knee, his left hand seemed to stabilize the saber on his waist, his palm against the hilt, and his eyes downward.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at Tian Mai vigorously, and did not ask what he meant, but looked at Ma Hamu first.

Mahamu is a cunning person, and his relationship with Daming throughout his life has been switching back and forth between confrontation and surrender.

Throughout his life, Mahamu laid a favorable foundation for the unification of the grasslands of the Warat Department and the southward attack on the Ming Dynasty.

And his greatest credit is to cultivate the two descendants of Rose Tuohuan, and Rose Yexian.

"Last year, Daming suffered a snow disaster, and I heard that there was almost a white plague on the grassland, so I don't know how the days of the Warat Department will be this year."

Zhu Yunxi sat in the soft seat and asked in a calm tone.

Mahamu immediately turned sideways and arched his hand: "Returning to His Royal Highness, Immortal Heaven blesses, although the Warat Department was also hit by a snow disaster last year, it has not become a white disaster. There are a lot of cattle and sheep dead on the grassland, but not many herders."

"Heaven forbid." Zhu Yunxi was quite reverent, and continued: "Every day, I hope that there will be fewer disasters in the world and that so many people will not die. Whether it's the Ming people or the Warat people."

Hehe!

Are the Japanese people not human?

Ma Hamu snorted twice in his heart, and sneered at the dignified words that came out of the mouth of the young Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

But he still agreed: "May the world be free of disasters and difficulties."

Fan Worm nodded with a smile on the other side: "Yes, yes, yes, how can anyone who fights and kills make a stable living, and he makes money and makes money with anger."

As Fan Worm spoke, he glanced at Ma Hamu opposite, and then secretly glanced at Zhu Yunxi, who was sitting upright.

This guy is able to speak.

Zhu Yunxi was relieved in his heart and said, "Yes, harmony makes money. Over the years, Daming has determined the world and recuperated, and the people have eaten enough and have some money in their pockets. Now Daming just wants to make more of a living, so that the people can live a better life."

Fan Worm immediately spoke: "The cattle and sheep fur on the grassland is very good, this time Weichen returned to Europa, and also went back to a lot of cattle and sheep fur on the grassland, they like it very much. There are also tea, silk, porcelain, lacquerware, etc., which can be said to be more expensive than gold."

"Oh?" Zhu Yunxi looked surprised, glanced at Fan Worm, and then turned his head to look at Mahamu who was thoughtful: "I never thought that the cattle and sheep fur on the grassland could also be widely sought after in Europa, thousands of miles away."

Mahamu bowed his head: "The grassland can't make the exquisite silk, porcelain, and lacquerware of the Ming Dynasty, and there is no tea leaves. But there are the best herders on the grasslands, who can cut the most complete and supple cattle and sheep's fur. This time, the foreign minister sent an envoy to Daming, and among the gifts sent to Daming, there were a lot of cattle and sheep skins."

With a long knife in his hand, Tian Mai, who was half-squatting under the car door, kept his head down and was silent.

However, he was keenly aware of Mahamu's body and sensed several murderous aura.

It's just that in the end, they were all endured by this envoy from Wara.

In Tian Mai's mind, all the possibilities have been arranged.

If Mahamu wants to commit murder, he will inevitably snatch the knife and stab the grandson first, and he may also smash the scabbard at himself in order to buy him the final time to assassinate.

As long as he pulls out his knife and strikes horizontally, and then pulls the knife back into Mahamu's abdominal cavity, the other party will have no chance of survival.

Zhu Yunxi looked at Tian Mai, who was bowing his head, and said, "Da Ming can do it, arrange for Warat to sell cattle and sheep skins and furs, and Fan Worm will sell them to the land of Europa."

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Hamu nodded, but opened his mouth to talk about another matter: "His Royal Highness, the foreign minister's envoy to Daming this time is actually for another matter, hoping to seek Daming's permission."

Zhu Yunxi leaned back, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Mahamu carefully observed it twice, and then continued: "The Mongol Tatar tribe is powerful, and it has repeatedly invaded the Ming Dynasty over the years. In the grassland, it is even more domineering, bullying other tribes.

The Warat Department was weak, and a snowstorm caused heavy losses to the herdsmen. However, the Warat Ministry was willing to assist the Ming Dynasty and jointly conquer the Tatar Ministry.

I hope that the Ming Dynasty can give some unused swords, guns, and weapons to the Warats, so that the warriors of the Warat Department can carry the weapons given by the Ming Dynasty and follow them to conquer the Tatars."

After Ma Hamu finished speaking, his eyes looked carefully at Zhu Yunxi, who was leaning on the seat, and he didn't know what kind of attitude the young grandson of the Ming Emperor in front of him had towards the request of the Wara Department this time.

Fan Worm looked left and right, and said in a throat, "Why didn't you say that the business of cattle and sheep fur is up? Do you soft-footed horses of the Varat tribe want to do the fur business?"

Soft-footed horses are now Mahamu's sore spots.

He suddenly glared back at Fan Worm with angry eyes.

Zhu Yunxi gently patted his thigh here, and said, "Gu said that Da Ming is only doing business now, not killing people. Swords and guns are things of conquest, and when they come out of blood, they only increase casualties.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were able to deal with the invasion of the Mongol Tatar tribe. If the Warat tribe is worried that it will be attacked by the Tatar army, the Ming can send troops from Hamiwei to the north, garrison troops in the area of Tanglu Ridge, and build a garrison fort."

Tanglu Ridge (Tangnu Mountain) is due north of Hamiwei, at the border between Warat and Tatar.

The garrison here and the construction of the garrison fort naturally meant that it was the attack of the Tartar tribe at the time of the Warat department.

Mahamu opened his mouth: "His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson......

Zhu Yunxi raised his voice and said, "If Warat is still not at ease, the Ming army can continue to go north and go forward to Tiliang Gusu to garrison the army and protect the safety of Warat."

Mahamu's face suddenly showed eagerness, and he immediately spoke eagerly.

"Your Royal Highness, this is not allowed!"

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