"Xiao Ye Hu, Yishui City is ahead."

A long line of Wuyang State officials and army guards a team of more than 50 alien teams. In the team of more than 200 people, Wuyang State's red sun flame flag and the ox-horned wolf-faced flag with obvious exotic characteristics are mixed together, which often surprises passers-by and can't figure out what the situation is.

Every time this comes, Lu Bo, who is the commander, can't help but feel embarrassed. As a family of officials, it feels very bad to be with these barbarians, but the emperor's orders are hard to disobey, so he can only hope to arrive in the capital as soon as possible and finish the job.

Hearing Lu Bo's message, a group of Tule envoys who were flying with pure white gold edges, Xiaoye protected Yalanle's truce horse, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the vague city wall in the distance. A hurried light like hunting came from the eagle's eyes: "Can Lu Jijiu know Cheng Xiaofeng, guarding Yishui City?"

"I can't say that I'm familiar with each other, I've had some contacts." Lu Bo answered with difficulty.

Although Yalan's eyes were not aimed at Lu Bo, the instructor still twisted his body a little uncomfortable, his scalp was slightly numb, and he felt difficult to speak. This was Yalan's pressure, and Lu Bo was just an ordinary person.

It is true that Lu Bo is from a great family, but it is impossible for a great family to produce all the martial artists. There will also be many ordinary people who do not have the talent for cultivation and cannot gather spirits. Lu Bo does not follow the path of martial arts, but the path of carrying the way through literature. He is an excellent student from the Wendeguan. He became a Jinshi because of his literature and eventually became a priest in the Imperial College.

When the Wuyang court planned to send a recruitment delegation, it discussed whether to send a "recruitment delegation" to whether to send a warrior or a scribe. At the end of the debate, it was decided to send a scribe.

If a warrior is sent, the ruthlessness of the Tula people will be used to provoke the ruthlessness of the Tula people, if they always lead the provocation, the war will not be fought? If the war is defeated, the Tula people will be unhappy; if they lose, the Wuyang Kingdom will be unhappy. But it is different to send literati. No matter how arrogant Tula people are, as long as they still want to have a little face, they will not attack a literati who is powerless.

So Lu Jijiu was driven to the shelves and traveled thousands of miles to welcome and escort the Tula envoys.

There were not many Tula envoys, a total of 53 people, including ten warriors, ten civil servants, eight soldiers, and the rest were all servants and slaves. As a conscript, Lu Jijiu had to deal with Tula people every day. Tula soldiers were pretty good. As crocodile warriors and above, their physical defense was extremely strong and basically did not wear armor. But those warriors were different. They were all wearing hard leather armor, and their important parts were even more inlaid with thick iron pieces.

The leather armor of Tula soldiers was sewn with cowhide and tanned with feces as adhesive. The leather armor made in this way was very tough, but it would smell strong. Tula people were used to it, but it made Lu Jijiu miserable, and they only felt that this was the most unlucky job he had since he entered the officialdom.

Seeing that Xiao Ye had poor eyes protection, Lu Bo seemed to introduce and reminded: "I have 36 counties in Wuyang Kingdom and 128 cities. Each city needs to be guarded at least at high levels of White Tiger Warriors or above. The city guards of the border city are even more unacceptable to the Qinglong Warriors. Lord Cheng Xiaofeng Cheng, the guard of Yishui City, is a powerful Qinglong Warrior."

Yalan withdrew her gaze and glanced at Lu Bo lightly: "I know that the first Qinglong Warrior is the first Qinglong Warrior, and the entire Wuyang Kingdom's strong men can also rank among the three hundred. In addition, I also know that he has a son who has just advanced to the Xuanshou, and he took a few Tule warriors to test his sword..."

Lu Bo was shocked and blurted out, saying, "Has Xiao Yehu made a mistake? How could Mr. Cheng provoke the soldiers from outside the border for no reason? Besides, how could a newly promoted Xuanshu kill several soldiers of the same level? Xiao Yehu, this matter is probably..."

"Don't be nervous, let alone try to deny it." Yalan knocked her golden horse whip lightly in her leather boots. She could not see any emotion in her gray eyes, and her voice was calm and cold. "We also have our sources of information. Besides, it is not a secret that Mr. Cheng intercepted and killed a foreign whistle detective and received reward from the court of your country... Haha, I really want to see how the king of your country would handle this matter."

Before Lu Bo wanted to say anything, Yalan pointed at the horsewhip: "I'll stay in Yishui City tonight."

...

The Tula envoys crossed the border and were guarding the city. Regardless of whether Cheng Xiaofeng wanted or not, he had to invite people to pass by the mansion and hold a banquet according to etiquette.

The Tule was very refreshing - in Lu Bo's opinion, he could hardly wait to agree.

The moon is in the sky, and the night banquet of Chengfu is on the night.

The Tull Envoy's Envoy was led by the commander Xiaoye Guyalan, and half of them came.

On Yishuicheng, there were also half of the military and political personnel of Yishuicheng and some deacons in the Xiuwu Hall attended the meeting, and the specifications and sincerity were not low. However, because the Tula people were rude and arrogant, the atmosphere of the banquet was not very good. If it weren't for the other party coming from afar, and the Tula army was in a hurry, it was afraid that the conflict would have started long ago.

However, what should come will come, and some things cannot be avoided in the end.

Amid the sound of cups and chopsticks intersecting, a Tule man standing behind Xiaoye’s guarded teeth suddenly asked Cheng Xiaofeng in a stiff Dongtu language: “Chen Cheng, I wonder if the noble prince is in the mansion?”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became stagnant.

Cheng Xiaofeng was saying something to the deacon who represented the Xiuwu Hall. He said this quickly, his eyes were sharp and his expression was still. He didn't even look at Natula people, but only asked Yalan: "This noble is..."

The customs of the Tule people are different from those of the Eastern Land. Except for the powerful and powerful who can attend the seats, the guards and escorts are not qualified to attend with the nobles. So it is better to say that it is only entertaining Xiao Yeguard alone than to entertain him.

Since he is not qualified to attend the seat, he naturally will not report his name and surname, so Cheng Xiaofeng has this question.

"This is my accompanying guard, Centurion Mukler." Yalan apologized to Cheng Xiaofeng with a look of apology, and slapped the wine glass heavily, saying unhappily, "Mukler, what are you doing? Even if you want to challenge Mr. Cheng, you have to look at the occasion. Our grassland does like to fight at banquets and show the style of warriors, but the customs of the East Land are different. The banquet here is about food and drink, and it is possible to compete with martial arts hall. You can't get on the table!"

At first glance, Yalan seemed to be scolding her subordinates, but in fact anyone could hear the implication.

Cheng Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Xiao Yehu only knows one thing about the customs of my East China, but not the other. The countries in our East China also have the tradition of performing martial arts to cheer up the fun at banquets, and the words of noble families are not abrupt. The delegation came far away to be a guest, and Cheng was originally supposed to try his best to meet the requirements of the guests. Unfortunately, the dog son left the day before yesterday and went to Shengjing with the top ten winners of the Tianjiao County war."

Yalan smiled and said, "It's okay, we are also going to Shengjing, so we can meet sooner or later."

This was said with a smile, but the murderous intent behind it made people shudder.

Yalan's move was like pointing at Cheng Xiaofeng's nose and saying, "Your son can't escape, I'll deal with him!"

If Cheng Xiaofeng could endure it, it would not be the guardian of the city, no, it would not be a qualified father.

Cheng Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes, his hair was not as strong as the wind, but he did not speak. In this case, he used the guards of a city to fight barely, not only did he fall under the predicament, but he was also prone to being attacked by the political enemies of the court afterwards.

The one who spoke, well, was someone else who jumped out.
Chapter completed!