Father can be an enemy country

Chapter 916 The choice of King Chu

The Yi people have a long history of "beating sheep" and "beating cattle" to welcome and entertain guests. Whenever guests come, they must kill animals to entertain them, and treat them as cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, etc. according to their identity and degree of intimacy.

As soon as Mrs. Shexiang finished speaking, a Yi man came to the front of the hall with live cattle and sheep, and asked the distinguished guests to take a look before slaughtering them to show respect for the guests.

Respect is respect, it’s just slaughtering now, when will it be delicious and hot to eat?

As a result, the wine was served before the food was served. Mu Ying told Lao Liu that these Luo Luo people had the habit of drinking before eating. Lao Liu was speechless and drank on an empty stomach. Who can withstand this? Fortunately, I fucked a leg of lamb before coming...

Moreover, Mrs. Shexiang and Mrs. Liu also excused themselves and left the banquet, leaving only old Bimo and a bunch of rough guys to drink with the King of Chu. What interest would Lao Liu have in drinking with these people? Alas, boring...

Old Bimo led the leaders and presented two glasses of wine to the noble guests from afar. If it weren't for the funeral, toast songs would still be sung. According to custom, Zhu Zhen also sang a song to express his thanks after drinking. Fortunately...

You don’t have to sing the song, but you must reciprocate, otherwise it will be disrespectful to these barbarians. And no matter who toasted him, he would toast back, and ended up drinking an unknown amount in a daze.

Even though he was young and had a heavy drinking habit, he was dragged out by Mu Ying and Hu Xian in the end.

When he woke up, it was already midnight.

Mu Ying was reading a book nearby. When she heard the noise, she quickly stepped forward to support His Highness.

Hu Xian also quickly made a cup of strong tea for His Highness.

Zhu Zhen took it and drank it all in one gulp. He breathed a long sigh of relief, pressed the back of his head and said: "Damn it, what kind of bad wine will make my head explode."

"Yes, the wine they drink is really evil. It tastes weak and intoxicating." Mu Ying was deeply touched and massaged the Guanchong point on His Highness's ring finger to help him relieve his hangover and headache.

"What's wrong? It's just that the brewing technology is too poor and there are too many impurities." Zhu Zhen said depressedly: "Next time, I'll use our own wine. I'm afraid I'll go blind if I drink theirs again."

"His Highness has given them too much face. He will not refuse anyone who proposes a toast, and he will also offer a toast in return." Hu Xian sighed and said, "Are they worthy of it?"

"Didn't Brother Wenying say that if you drink too much, you look up to them, and if you drink too little, you look down on them?" Lao Liu narrowed his eyes and said, "How about it, do they feel valued?"

"That's for sure." Mu Ying nodded and said: "After drinking, the eyes of those people looking at His Highness changed. They must think His Highness is interesting."

As he said this, he said with shame: "If General Mo had a better drinking capacity, why would His Highness have to fight in the wine shop himself?"

"Hey, you are good at fighting and killing, and I am good at eating and drinking. Let's each show our strengths." Zhu Zhen waved his hand and said with a smile: "You are really in charge, my head doesn't hurt so much anymore."

"That's good." Mu Ying said with a smile: "I can give His Highness a little more time to cure the hangover."

"Hmm..." Zhu Zhen snorted comfortably, closed his eyes and reviewed: "At first, I thought that old Bimo was a figure, but later I found out that he didn't have much status."

"Yes." Mu Ying smiled bitterly and said, "The general also misunderstood at first, but later I found out that the Luo Luo people are divided into five levels: Zi, Mo, Bi, Ge, and Zhuo."

"How?" Zhu Zhen asked curiously.

"'Zi' means Ju Mu, which means monarch or ruler; 'Mo' means officials, such as Mu Kui and Mu Zhuo."

"The third class is the 'Bi Mo', but their status is actually quite high, but they have no actual power. In front of those Mu Kui who have fiefdoms, their words are useless." Mu Ying explained:

"As for the latter two, they are craftsmen and serfs. The farmers here are slaves of the leader, and the status of craftsmen is higher."

"Yes." Zhu Zhen said slowly: "So, in the beginning, Old Bimo greeted me and toasted me, purely because he speaks Chinese well?"

"Maybe it's because he presided over the ceremony." Mu Ying said. "It is impossible for the person who presided over the ceremony to have such no right to speak in this kind of slave society." Zhu Zhen shook his head and said, "I think those leaders have disrespected the old Bimo. I'm afraid there is another reason."

"Is it necessary to talk to him alone?" Mu Ying asked softly.

"It's necessary." Zhu Zhen nodded and said, "And those two...widows..."

"..." Mu Ying and Hu Xian had strange expressions upon hearing this.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhen asked strangely.

"No, it's nothing. Your Highness continued." Mu Ying coughed quickly.

"It's inexplicable." Zhu Zhen shook his head speechlessly, and continued: "They obviously had something to say today, but they were stopped by those guys."

As he spoke, he told Hu Xiandao: "It is estimated that they will still look for me, so don't stop them."

"Understood, make arrangements." Hu Xian nodded hurriedly, with a mean smile on his face.

"..." Zhu Zhen became more and more suspicious when he saw this, but he refrained from asking questions for now. He said to Mu Ying: "After initial contact today, I found that what I told you is very different. Their minds are really focused on fighting for position now, and they don't care about anything else."

"That's right." Mu Ying sighed: "No one mentioned the imperial errands. It's really infuriating."

"The melon that is forced is not sweet, so let's choose Ju Mu first according to their wishes." Zhu Zhen said solemnly: "I deliberately said today that I will be buried and left when I am, just to give them a favor. Put pressure on them to make a decision quickly.”

"Then are we really just going to wait like this?" Mu Ying asked.

"How is that possible? I like to take the initiative." Zhu Zhen smiled evilly, licked his lips and said: "Since they are here, they have to listen to me. They have to do whatever I tell them to do!"

"Then do you want to ask a few more Mu Kui to chat?" Mu Ying asked.

"No need, just meeting the three of them is enough. What are you doing with so many people? I can't even explain it." Zhu Zhen shook his head and said.

"The future ambassadors and colleagues will be born from those people." Mu Ying advised: "Although they are all rough guys, your highness still wants to meet them, right?"

"What are you talking about? Is it because the king doesn't see them because they are rough men?" Zhu Zhen asked strangely: "It's because they are not my favorite candidates."

"Ah? I'm afraid old Bimo is not very good, right?" Mu Ying couldn't help admonishing: "He has no territory of his own, and no soldiers in his hands. No one will obey him."

"This king is not talking about him." Zhu Zhen said speechlessly: "He is an old man in his sixties. If you bother to push him up with Baal, you will have to change him again in two years."

"Oh..." Mu Ying said suddenly: "Your Highness, are you talking about the two little widows?"

"..." Hu Xian's mouth opened silently, and his chin almost fell to the ground.

"What kind of little widow? She is a widow with a son." Zhu Zhen coughed and said seriously: "The serious Madam Xuanweishi and Madam Tongzhi, and both have received good Chinese education, what is inappropriate? "

"..." Mu Ying smacked her lips, not knowing how to answer.

(End of this chapter)