Brush's eyes flashed, and he burst out laughing, and said a few "good" words in succession, "Good, good, good." I can't get things wrong, I can't get things wrong. The Harqin warriors are the most brave and good at fighting, are you still worried that you can't make it?"

This is a pun, and Dachang An obviously understood.

He touched his smooth head, smiled like a shepherd grazing on the grassland, and his tone was sincere and even simple:

"The border army is originally a family, and there is no distinction between you and me, and you and me cannot be separated, otherwise they will not be able to win the battle. I don't know anything else, but I still understand more or less things like listening to orders and fighting. From now on, the commander is the commander of his subordinates, and his subordinates will definitely listen to the orders of the commander."

"Okay, a good border army is a family." Blouch looked up to the sky and laughed so loudly that it almost knocked off the roof of the tent.

While the two were talking, the wine had been served, and Blusch himself picked up a small wine urn, got up and walked in front of Da Chang'an, raised the wine urn high, and sang a song on the ground:

"O warrior of the grassland, that brave hero of Harqin, drink this wine, walk on the road full of alfalfa flowers, the Harqin Snow Mountain is calling you, my hero, drink this wine, please accept the blessing of the mountain god."

This is the toast song of the grassland herdsmen, every time a distinguished guest arrives, the herdsman will take out the milk wine brewed at home, sing this song, toast the distinguished guest, and send good wishes.

Listening to the somewhat out-of-tune singing, Da Changan felt his heart fluctuate for a while, and his eyes were a little red.

He had been away from his hometown for a long time, and he probably hadn't heard this old toast for a long time. And now, the noble lord of the Fu Lun family opened his mouth and sang this poor shepherd's drinking song, and sent his blessing to him, the shepherd's son.

Da Changan's heart was beating faster and faster, and his face was getting redder and redder.

How can he be a nobleman, how can he be treated as a guest by the noble Fulun clan, and Lord Bullush actually treats him as a distinguished guest, and he also sings and toasts himself, which is simply ...... It's simply ......

Da Changan only felt a roar in his head, and a stream of blood rushed up in his chest and abdomen, and the strength of the wine also surged, so excited that both hands were trembling.

Bulusch looked at Da Chang'an, who was touched, with satisfaction, and knew that the other party was really moved by himself, so he stopped singing and laughed:

"Come, warrior of Harqin, dry this urn in one go, and the gold ingot of the box will be yours."

He stretched out his arm and pointed to the large case next to him, on which were three brocade boxes, each containing gold ingots, in different quantities, adding up to a total of three hundred taels.

It is the number of those gold beads that Da Changan had previously honored to Gude.

Da Chang'an was still emotional, and his head hung down humbly, but his greedy eyes turned to the brocade box after hearing the other party's words, and even if he lowered his head, his shining eyes did not leave the gold for a moment.

That's a lot of gold!

At this moment, he naturally remembered the gold beads used to bribe Gude, as well as the condescending attitude and commanding words of the young general, as well as what had happened at the banquet at Nadan's house not long ago.

He was actually asked by Gude to say hello to a lowly Song man? ….

Although several days have passed, after listening to the toast of Master Blusch and seeing the gold on the case, for some reason, Da Changan suddenly felt that everything that happened that day made him extremely unhappy.

From beginning to end, Major General Gude never took these old people in his eyes, treating them like slaves at home.

When this thought arose, the towering tree in Dachang's bottom took root deeper.

"What's the matter, Dachangan? It's been a long time since you've followed Gude's hairy kid, and you've become as feminine as he is?" Blush said with a smile.

He seemed to be a little drunk, his head was shiny, his robe was half-open, his forehead and chest were tattooed with a bear's head, and the mouth of the bear's fangs matched his grinning mouth very well, and he looked like he had no show, no different from those rough collars and heads.

Compared to Mangtai's outer thickness

Inside, Blusch has a kind of arrogance that is not like the royal family in terms of appearance and bearing.

However, thinking about it on the other hand, it is precisely this kind of arrogance that shows the arrogance and dignity of the royal family of the Jin Kingdom.

That is a kind of confidence that is above all surnames, and this kind of confidence also needs to have the right soil, so as to gradually cultivate a strong momentum, rather than the submissive appearance of those royal children in the palace.

Blusch had obviously done this a long time ago, so he didn't seem to be as generous as Mangtai when he was honest and honest.

However, in Da Changan's opinion, the Song-like style of Mangtai's father and son made him even more uncomfortable.

He still prefers to deal with people who smell like, and Gude Nadan is too young and a little girly, so he can't look down on it from the bottom of his heart.

Without further hesitation, Da Changan wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes, and carefully took the urn of Zhongyuan wine called "Autumn Dew".

When he brought the wine urn to him, a strong smell of wine rushed into his nose, and just smelling it made him feel drunk.

He held the wine urn, his face became redder and redder, and his feet were a little unsteady.

"That's right. The warriors of Harqin should drink the best wine, ride the strongest horses, and sleep with the most beautiful women." Blush laughed grinningly, and suddenly stretched out his palms and struck a "snap".

In an instant, the tent door opened, and several beauties of the Jin clan with light clothes and red snow feet rushed in, and all of them rushed to Da Chang'an's case, all of them bowed to the ground, and called out delicately: "The slaves and maids have seen the master."

"Pick, pick whichever you like." Bullish waved his hand generously, squeezed his eyes at Da Chang'an, and said in a tone of "if you are a man, you will understand":

"If all of our Harqin warriors take a fancy to it, then they will all belong to you, this tent is big enough for you to toss."

Da Changan's eyes were already straight.

He has always been lustful, especially young beauties, and Brush thinks that he knows his habits, and the beauties in front of him are all girls who are no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and they are not lowly Song people, but Jin women.

Although in his selfish heart, Da Changan prefers the delicate and soft Song women, and feels that they are more in line with his taste than the golden girls, but the beauty in front of him is given by Shangguan, and the golden girl who is more noble than the Song people is given, which gives Da Changan great satisfaction.

He didn't even know how he had drunk the whole urn of spirits.

When he came back to his senses, he was surrounded by the sound of warblers and swallows, and the fragrance of that beauty made his head dizzy, where could he think of anything else.

Yao Jishan