The city of the canyon is built according to the valley, quite a bit of the feeling of a dangerous fortress in the south, Fang Ling has long heard that the old patriarch Turanke is very fond of the southern culture, as soon as he enters the city, he finds that many grassland people here are actually wearing southern costumes, which looks quite kind.

Before setting out, Chahankhrei released an eagle, a special means of communication in the steppe, which flew hundreds of miles a day without stopping, and reached the gorge before everyone else.

The defenders of the canyon city had a wide field of vision, and they saw Chahanhere's party from a distance, and then immediately went to report it.

When everyone came to the city, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe was already standing at the bottom of the city, this person was in his thirties, thin-looking, with a long beard on his chin, holding a feather fan and shaking it gently, he was a real southerner.

Seeing Fang Ling and the others entering, this Nanwen scholar walked over quickly, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "Under Li Zhongbo, I am waiting here on the order of the young patriarch, please follow the patriarch and His Royal Highness to the annex." ”

Fang Ling secretly said that Tulan Motuo was quite understanding, and sending a southerner to contact him would make people feel more at ease, he got off the horse and asked casually: "Listening to Brother Li's accent, it seems to be a person from Xuzhou in my Chu State." ”

Li Zhongbo replied without humility or arrogance: "Back to Your Highness, my father was from Xuzhou, and later moved to the grassland and settled here. ”

Fang Ling said with a smile as he walked: "Then Brother Li doesn't know what errand he did under the young patriarch?"

Li Zhongbo said lightly: "It's just a strategist." ”

Fang Ling smiled meaningfully: "A wise man has a thousand thoughts, he is better than a martial artist, a little strategist, but he is all over the world, this can't be described by the word 'mediocre'." ”

Li Zhongbo was slightly stunned, and said with a calm smile: "Thank you, Your Highness, for raising me, I don't want the world here, I just want a place to live." ”

Fang Ling smiled faintly, no longer asked, not long after, everyone has come to the annex in the city, this annex is built with a southern charm, bluestone paving, built-in bamboo forest elegant house, rockery stream, very tasteful.

Li Zhongbo introduced: "This is specially built by Young Master Mo Tuo's craftsmen to receive VIPs of all ethnic groups. ”

After arranging everyone into a courtyard, Li Zhongbo left with Chahan Helei first, and as soon as the two left, Hao Tieniu and the others immediately began to inspect the surrounding rooms, familiarize themselves with the environment, and arrange guards.

Fang Ling walked into the small hall, admiring the landscape paintings hanging on the wall of the hall with his hands in his hands, and Lu Bei followed up and asked: "Your Highness, do you think this Tulan Motuo will also have the idea of making a key? In this way, they don't have to agree to our conditions." ”

Fang Ling shook his head and said, "This is not true, although we have not met, but the person who can make a strategist like Li Zhongbo loyal should not be a narrow-minded person." Not to mention that I have set up multiple insurances, whether it is our strength, the support of Chahanhere, or the fact that there is no time for Shaman's Day here, they will not be able to risk taking the risk of snatching the key. Of course, it's better to be careful. ”

Lu Bei responded with admiration, led the order and walked outside, Song Ying'er made tea on the side and handed it over, and said: "If the patriarch meeting is held, Turansai Khan and Tiemuqi will definitely arrive, I don't know what kind of expressions they will have when they see His Highness?"