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Chapter 375 The Bride Who Was Repented 21

Lan Shuying was taken aback for a moment, and after listening to a few words, she gradually understood what he meant.

At the same time, she couldn't help but make a judgment in her heart: I don't know how to live or die, I'm old and fearless.

This person is wearing the official uniform of the Mongolian nationality. The official uniform of the Mongolian nationality is based on the depth of color. For example, the Mongolian king only wears black clothes with gold ornaments, while this old man wears purple red with silver silk deer head embroidered on it, indicating that he is a civil servant. , and it specializes in etiquette.

The old man didn't have a single black hair left, and his face was full of ugly wrinkles. Below the sparse eyebrows, two indifferent lights flew out of the triangular hole.

He glanced at Lan Shuying, and continued to be a lobbyist with the King of Meng, trying to persuade the King of Meng to give up asking for seasonings, as well as the later planting promotion issues just mentioned.

Lan Shuying originally thought that she could know the ending of this matter with her toes:

King Meng is arrogant and a glutton, but this man jumps out and pours cold water on him when he is most excited, and stops him from eating happily. This is probably not stroking the tiger's beard, but slapping the tiger's butt with a fire stick Woolen cloth.

However, the fact made her a little stunned.

King Meng was silent, he didn't get angry, and he didn't refute.

He just looked at the old man with helpless eyes, suddenly, as if thinking of something, he looked at Lan Shuying with some kind of anticipation.

expect?

what do you see me doing?

A cloud of fog appeared on Lan Shuying's forehead, did King Meng want her to help?

……

In fact, the meaning of the old man can be summed up by a well-known theory: preserve the principles of nature and eliminate human desires.

But the old man clearly narrowed the standard too strictly.

In his opinion, King Meng should take the lead and carry forward the style of hard work and simplicity, and don't think about doing those fancy things!Don't have too many desires, just eat a few bites if you have something to eat, think about how many people in their hometown in Beimo have nothing to eat after winter!

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. As a king, if you don't take the lead yourself, how can you form a good military style?When will the Mongolian army take over this fertile land in the south?

The old man gave an impassioned speech, and all the ministers were so sprayed that they all shrank their necks, completely unable to receive the signal for help from King Meng.

The more Lan Shuying looked at it, the more she wanted to laugh.

It turned out that this old man was the great elder of the Mongolian nationality, and this position was generally equivalent to the teacher of every Mongolian king.No matter what aspect, he crushed this group of middle-aged men to death, so that they could only bow their heads and listen to the training.

"Cough cough."

She cleared her throat, "Great Elder, there is a limit to desire, this is true. But if this rope is tightened too tightly, it will hurt the majesty of the king."

The Great Elder glared at her: "Who are you, why have I never seen you before? What insight can you have at such a young age?"

Lan Shuying didn't see this old man in the tent during the day, Lan Shuying thought, if you had heard of Wu Xiaoxiao's notoriety, you wouldn't dare to speak like that now.

She shrugged her shoulders and said quietly amid the tension of everyone: "The Great Elder doesn't need to ask who I am, just think about it, if this news gets out... outsiders, especially the people from the Central Plains south of Wuyang City, let them all know who I am. Listen, the mighty Mongolian king, even if he eats meat and wants to sprinkle two handfuls of spices, he will be controlled by others, guess what they will say?"

The Great Elder was silent. He just thought that if King Meng was allowed to mess around, it might cause bad influence within the army, and the generals might worry about their king's arrogance.

He was excited for a while, but he didn't expect that this matter is big or small. If it is spread one-sidedly, the people of Central Plains will definitely take this matter and exaggerate it, and then call King Meng a subject. The person who hijacked... that would damage the king's prestige even more.

Not to mention what King Meng himself would think at that time, and what would the tribesmen think of him?

Really old.

He thumped his forehead and sighed.

"I think that the king acts with restraint, is wise and decisive, and will definitely not become a slave to desire. The elder is worried that the king will show his loyalty, and maybe he is confused because of impatience."

Lan Shuying raised the plate of meat that was getting colder in her hand, and tapped the bottom of the silver plate with her knuckles, attracting their attention, and explained: "Appetite is very interesting. When you are hungry, you want to eat. Newborn babies Children know it all, and there is no need for anyone to teach him, this is the law of nature.”

"I don't get tired of fine food, and I don't get tired of fine meat. Not only do I want to be full, but I also want to eat delicacies from mountains and seas. It's too much to eat delicacies that others can't taste. But look at the great elder, what does the king eat? It's still meat. It is lamb meat that everyone can eat, and you don’t necessarily have to eat the most delicious piece of lamb.”

The minister with a goatee next to him recalled his memory, King Meng raised his eyebrows at him quietly, and he immediately applauded loudly: "Well said!"

The sound he made by clapping his hands seemed to encourage himself, and he said bravely: "We Mongolian men are all brave warriors, and the king is the best among them. He deserves to enjoy the best things! Cough cough, I just tasted this kind of processed mutton just now, and it is really delicious, so I dare to ask the king to order to send our warriors to collect more spices, so that the whole army will have a full meal before attacking the city!"

These words won King Meng's heart, and before the Great Elder recovered, he waved his hand and agreed directly.

For old gluttons, once the mouth is satisfied, the approval from the heart is not far away.

Although Wu Xiaoxiao's reputation is not good, Meng Wang himself knew that raising her might be a problem for raising a tiger.But after Lan Shuying appeared, he first came up with a plan, and then showed his strength, and won the heart of King Meng in his handling of things... Such a wonderful person, he, he, he couldn't bear to let go!

After the feast that night, Lan Shuying led the team out the next day and came back with a few bags of wild spices.

This team of Mongolian warriors didn't know whose skin she was wearing, and they didn't feel nervous getting along with her at all. In addition, she deliberately made friends. When they returned to the camp, the captain was already close to her.

This made King Meng, who was observing in the dark, more at ease.

He had an in-depth talk with her, and then placed her in a corner of the camp.

It was quiet there, just what she wanted.

Now that she has a place to live, Lan Shuying officially began to make demands on the Mongolian warriors, generously sending them out to gather medicine and catch poisonous animals for her to extract the materials needed to make poison.

Backed by the title of Poisoner, King Meng gave her the green light, and her requests were fulfilled one by one.

The first batch of chronic poisonous powder has been handed over, and Goatee led the team to scatter the poisonous powder in the river above Wuyang City.

This medicine is colorless and tasteless after dissolving in water, and the effect is not obvious in a short period of time, but the effect is considerable after accumulating to a certain amount.

The Mongolian spies found that the soldiers and civilians in Wuyang City should eat what they should eat, and they should practice normally, and there is no trace of poisoning at all.After the report, some Mongolian ministers were a little suspicious of Lan Shuying, but they didn't say it clearly.

(End of this chapter)