My balcony connects the Three Kingdoms

"Secondly, you eat slowly, there are outsiders watching."

"Try it, Mendu, this meatloaf is so delicious, it's the best food I've ever eaten."

Ji Rimen sighed helplessly, glanced at Wei Gong opposite, and asked vigilantly: "How did you find our trace?"

Wei Gong picked up the jug, and the warm sorghum wine gave off a mellow aroma.

Ji Rimen's tall Qiong nose twitched slightly, and those sharp eyes instantly showed a trace of human greed.

Naturally, this scene could not escape Wei Gong's observation, so he held up the wine pot, aimed at the wine bowl and tilted it down.

Crashing, the rich aroma of wine lingered in the noses of everyone, and plump hops floated out of the wine bowls, shining brightly under the light of the oil lamp.

"Young lady, why do you have to ask such a question? I'm a big man with eyeliner all over the world. Ever since you decided to go south, Wei has been waiting for you for a long time."

Wei Gong pushed the wine bowl towards Jiri Gate, and said with a smile: "This wine is a bit strong, girl, don't choke on it."

With that said, Wei Gong picked up a bowl of wine, drank it down, and suddenly felt proud.

Ji Rimen has always regarded himself as a man, and he was not happy to hear Wei Gong call himself "girl" one by one.

At this time, she was already coveting the fine wine of this Han man, so she just took the opportunity to have a good drink to relieve her depression.

"Hmph, it's just a bowl of wine, who do you look down on with a little boy?" Ji Rimen replied in substandard Chinese.

Picking up the wine bowl, he drank it generously.

"Well, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wei Gong laughed out loud and joked: "I reminded you, but you still go your own way. Could this be the most proud daughter of Jiri Batu, the number one warrior of the Northern Huns? Wei thinks highly of you."

"Cough cough..."

Ji Rimen blushed, looked at Wei Gong in surprise and anger, and said softly, "You know me?"

Wei Gong nodded slightly, and said: "Three months ago at the Beiyuan Autumn Hunting Conference, you disguised yourself as a man and became the leader. Not only did you have a good bow and horse, but you also got the true knowledge of Jiri Batu in your sword skills. All the herdsmen are saying, Jiri The door is the most beautiful Ulan Subud on the grassland."

Ji Rimen's expression turned back, but in the end, he became a little ashamed, because Wei Gong suddenly took out a hairpin.

The five Hun women in the room were stunned at the same time.

Wei Gong didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, but according to Wei Cheng's intention, he put a hairpin inlaid with red pearls in front of Jiri Mendu, and said, "A little thought, I hope you like it."

Ji Rimen covered his mouth, his face was as red as a ripe tomato.

Aruna, the Hun princess next to her, had her mouth full, but she forgot to chew at this moment, and stared blankly at the hairpin.

Compared with the silver ornaments worn by the Huns every day, this hairpin is at the top of the times in terms of material and craftsmanship.

Of course, although the hairpin is pretty, it is not the point in Aruna's view.

The focus is on the fiery red pearl.

Ulan Subud, which means: red pearl, is the highest praise of Jiri Mendu by the herdsmen.

And if a man gives Jirimendu a pearl as a gift, it will be regarded as an act of marriage proposal.

In particular, it is a precious and unusual red pearl, which is the best proof of a man's determination. After all, even such a rare and precious gift can be given to a sweetheart, what can be more expressive than this!
"Mendu??" Aruna and the girls looked at Jiri Mendu who was blushing.

Compared to Aruna, although Ji Rimen is not pretty and cute, he has a sharp heroic spirit, thin cheeks, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled like mountains and rivers.

Ji Rimen looked at the hairpin in front of him, a little at a loss.

Hearing Aruna's voice, she came back to her senses as if waking up from a dream, glanced at the hairpin, and put it in her arms with her silver teeth clenched.

This time, Aruna and the girls exclaimed directly.

Aruna grabbed Jiri Mendu's shoulder and asked, "Mendu, what will I do if you do this?"

Jirimen pursed his lips tightly, and after a long silence, he said, "I'm sorry Aruna, I have to be responsible to my people."

Emiya: "???"

Seeing that they were arguing about the hairpin he gave him, Wei Gong expressed a confused expression.

Poor Uncle Wei Wen, he didn't know that he was tricked by his most trusted second brother.

Seeing that Jirimen had all the gifts under his hands, he had already planned in his mind how to win over the number one warrior of the Northern Huns, Jiri Batu.

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The next day.

Wei Gong brought his two daughters to Honglu Temple, found Fifth Uncle Wei Hao, and explained the situation.

Knowing that Wei Cheng intends to win over the Xiongnu warrior Batu and create conflicts within the Huns, Wei Cheng decisively put forward a suggestion.

"Fifth Uncle means to treat Jiri Mendu preferentially, and deliberately neglect Hun Princess Aruna?"

Wei Hao nodded slightly, and said: "That's right, I am a martial artist, this Jirimen is a first-class master of the Northern Huns, and is also the most beloved daughter of Jiri Batu, the number one warrior of the Northern Huns. Treating her preferentially is a It is also a good way to create conflicts."

Wei Gong nodded thoughtfully, then frowned and said: "But, treat her preferentially, why do you want me to put aside everything and go play with her in person?"

Wei Hao raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Don't you like her? Uncle Wu is here to help you!"

"I like her?" Wei Gong opened his mouth and pointed to his nose, eyes full of speechlessness.

Wei Hao said with a smile: "You are not young anymore. It is normal to have a woman you like. Although it is a Xiongnu woman, Uncle Wu supports you. Don't worry about pursuing it. It's not bad to be a concubine, hahaha."

"What and what?" Wei Gong was speechless.

Seeing his confused face, Wei Hao frowned and said, "Gong'er, don't you know what the hairpin you gave me means?"

Wei Gong nodded as a matter of course, "I really don't know, the second brother asked me to give it to me, saying that it would be very useful in attracting Jiri Batu."

"Your second brother? Cheng'er asked you to give it to me?"

"Yes."

Wei Hao looked at Wei Gong with a strange expression, for a long time, he suddenly laughed and said, "That's okay, that's okay, it seems that your second brother has high hopes for you."

Emiya: "..."

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The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Hedong, Anyi.

Chengbei Weisuo.

Headed by Tian Feng, followed by several stewards, walked into the meeting hall with a solemn expression.

The noisy people in the hall fell silent for a moment, and they all stood up and clasped their fists together, not daring to neglect.

Tian Feng glanced at the tall figure headed by him, and a smile appeared on his serious face.

"Long time no see, Chief Jiri."

The tall figure clenched his fists and brushed his chest, saluted respectfully, and said, "I haven't seen you in three years, Mr. Tian is not what he used to be, you should call me Batu."

Tian Feng chuckled, went to the upper chair and sat down.

"Please sit down."

"Thank you."

Tian Feng looked at Jiri Batu, and asked with a smile: "Brother Batu suddenly came to our northern guard, but something went wrong with the resettlement?"

The next few stewards frowned and looked at Jiri Batu and the others suspiciously.

In order to accommodate them, the guard has allocated a lot of manpower and material resources, if there is still dissatisfaction, then the lion will speak up.

Fortunately, Jiri Batu got up and said: "Mr. Tian misunderstood, I came to the door today, one is to thank Mr. Wei for finding and treating my worthless daughter well; secondly, I have something to ask, and I hope Mr. Tian can do it with us convenient."

"The matter of your daughter's love is just a matter of hand, Brother Batu, let's talk about the second thing."

Jiri Batu saluted his chest again, and then said: "It's like this. Before, I was favored by several brothers in the Longshan Army and gave a medicine called Xuelang Gao, which can prevent and treat chilblain."

Hearing this, Tian Feng reached out to interrupt him, and said with a smile: "Brother Batu is too far-fetched. Although this product is expensive, since Brother Batu wants it, I can give you a few bottles at the discretion."

"Thanks, uh..."

Jiri Batu was overjoyed and was about to thank him when he was suddenly pushed.

He looked back, just in time to meet the dissatisfied eyes of King Zuo Xian (Prince) An Luo.

An Luo glared at him, stepped forward, stroked his chest and said, "Mr. Tian..."

Tian Feng frowned, looked at Zuo Xian Wang An Luo, and asked with displeasure: "Who are you? Didn't Shan Yu teach you how to be polite? Didn't I see that I was talking to Batu Da?" Did the leader speak?"

"Big Chief?"

An Luo sneered, walked up to Jiri Batu, and said in a loud voice: "I am the heir to the royal family of Beiyuan, Zuo Xian Wang An Luo, compared to Mr. Tian's so-called big leader, I think I am more qualified to talk to Mr. Tian, ​​am I not?"

Tian Feng exclaimed exaggeratedly when he heard the words, and at the same time cast a questioning look at Jiri Batu.

I saw a flash of killing intent in Jiri Batu's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself and hid it. He stroked his chest and said, "Indeed, Your Highness An Luo is my next Shanyu in Beiyuan."

Tian Feng was delighted, looked at the triumphant An Luo with great interest, and said in a flattering tone: "I don't think it was His Royal Highness Zuo Xianwang who came in person. I am sorry, sorry, Xuelangpao, right? I can't even get it out."

Tian Feng's conversation suddenly changed. He just said that he would give away a few bottles of Jiri Batu, but now it's gone.

An Luo frowned and said, "Mr. Tian, ​​what do you mean? This ointment is for Shan Yu's request. Is it true that Mr. Tian doesn't have any?"

Tian Feng sneered and said: "Why, is His Royal Highness Zuoxian's ears bad? If you say no, you just don't have it."

An Luo gritted his teeth angrily, daring to be angry but dare not speak.

At this time, a middle-aged man behind An Luo clasped his hands in the manner of a Han Confucian scholar, and said: "Mr. Tian, ​​please forgive me. If His Royal Highness Zuo Xianwang offends you, after returning, Shan Yu will punish him personally."

"Yes, Mr. Tian, ​​please be magnanimous and give me the magic medicine."

"Please be magnanimous, sir, and give me the magic medicine."

Behind Zuoxian King An Luo, including Jiri Batu, all bowed and saluted. They all represented their respective tribes and forces.

Don't think that only the Han people are fighting each other every day, and they are divided into families.

In fact, the various tribes in the grassland, which are themselves slave societies, have never stopped their internal disputes.

Seeing that everyone was respectful to a Han man, Zuoxian Wang An Luo's face turned white and blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he pointed at Jiri Batu and others angrily, smoke from his seven orifices.

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at the same time.

The NO.19 satellite city twenty miles outside Anyi city.

The end of the year is approaching, and various satellite cities have also begun to distribute New Year's benefits.

NO.19 The satellite city is a newly established new city, and more than half of its population is the Hu people who have just attached themselves.

Among them, there are two largest tribes, namely the tribe led by the two younger brothers of the northern Xiongnu Shanyu, and the 3 Xiongnu cavalry who went south this time.

bang~
"Things that don't know how to live or die, this is silk that only the royal family can enjoy. Can you people from the Jiri Department want to rebel?"

The two women were holding a piece of silk that they had been allocated, and they were excited to go home to share their joy, but they didn't want to be kicked down halfway.

The residents in this block are all Hu people who have just attached themselves, and half of them are from Jiribu.

As soon as the woman was kicked down, several young people from the Jiribe stood up.

"Brother Lun Luo, what are you doing, why are you doing something to the people in my Jiri Department?"

"I think they are just looking for people who are unhappy, grab our new cloth, and beat us."

"Return the cloth and apologize to Erma, she is Jiri Batu's younger sister."

"Yes, sorry, apologize quickly."

More and more pedestrians gathered on the street, and those guys from the royal family showed serious expressions on their faces.

At this moment, seven or eight men came on horseback, and the leader whipped the person who stood in the way.

"Go away, are you Jiribu going to rebel?"

Seeing the person coming, the originally aggressive Jiribu people looked at each other in blank dismay, all of them kept silent.

The few people who were surrounded by the crowd found the backbone at once, pushed away the crowd, and ran over with the silk in their arms.

"Uncle Fujiki, look at this."

"silk!"

The visitor frowned, looked at the woman in the crowd, and shouted, "Take it back and punish it according to the crime."

"This……"

The knight behind him looked distressed, and stepped forward to remind him: "Teng Muzhen, one of those two is Jiri Batu's younger sister and the other is his woman. If we just arrest him like this, Jiri Batu will blame him later... "

"What, you mean, people in Jiri Batu can wear silk?"

"I-I didn't mean that."

"It's not good."

Fujiki said in a deep voice to the hesitant people: "Remember, attaching to the Han people is just a stopgap measure. After the winter, Shanyu will lead us to wash away the shame. You just need to wait, but never Kingship must not be despised."

"Yes." Several people lowered their heads and looked down, lamenting in their hearts.

Fujiki looked at the people in Jiribu again, and shouted angrily: "You Jiribu, don't be blinded by the Han people. It's just some food and cloth that make you unable to find Bei?"

Fujiki snorted coldly, pointed at the two women and wanted to speak.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "They said we were blinded. What about you? The clothes on your body were not given by the Han people? Your leather boots and horsewhip were not given by the Han people? The delicacies you ate at noon were not given by the Han people." ? Why can you enjoy it with peace of mind, but if we just touch it, we will rebel and be blinded?"

The members of the Jiri Department glanced at each other, and soon spontaneously protected the two women behind them.

Seeing this, Fujiki waved his whip and was about to go up.

But when he raised his hand, he couldn't put it down, and a huge force came from his wrist, causing him to let go of the whip in pain.

Fujiki looked back, his face turned pale with fright, "Ji, Jiri Batu!"