"Ouch!" Zhu Yunxi laughed coldly and asked in a deep voice: "Since you recognize my Ming Dynasty's official robe, Mahamu, you still dare to hurt people? Do you think that I am the Ming Dynasty's million-strong army? Or do you think you are no longer there?

Can I, the Ming Dynasty, be bullied? Do you still think of me, the Ming Dynasty, in the eyes of you Wala people?"

"He dares!"

A loud shout suddenly came from the crowd of people around, full of sarcasm.

"Your Highness, if you say a word, the common people will beat this guy to death here!"

"We don't need our soldiers from the Ming Dynasty to take action, we people will be killed here by them!"

"My Ming Dynasty has been expelling Yuan thieves for thirty years, and a group of subordinates have just been defeated."

The crowd became increasingly restless.

Zou Xueyu looked at the restless crowd with some worry, and secretly signaled to the government officials to surround the damned Wala people, lest these people would really be beaten to death by the people of Yingtian in front of His Highness.

But there was some hesitation in his heart.

The emperor's grandson's actions today are going to bring about death for Wala.

Your Highness, aren't you afraid of irritating Wala? When the time comes, war will begin on both the east and west sides of the Great Wall?

Zhu Yunxi was not afraid.

When he knew that Mahamu was the envoy to the Ming Dynasty today, he knew that Wala did not have the courage to disturb the Ming Dynasty yet.

He knew very well that Mahamu was a smart man.

Only smart people can kneel down in public and admit their mistakes here.

Presumably in Mahamu's mind, at this time, Wala had to integrate the power of the entire grassland before they could have the opportunity to march south to the Central Plains again.

Therefore, no matter how much he humiliated Mahamu today, it was impossible for him to resist or show his dissatisfaction.

Zhu Yunxi looked back at Fan Chong: "How did the official robe of the European Supervisor get torn?"

"Back to Your Highness, it was this weak-footed horse who broke it open with a knife!"

"Really? Mahamu." Zhu Yunxi asked softly.

Mahamu nodded heavily: "Yes."

"Gu Zhier and others are going south this time for the envoys to pay homage to our Emperor." Zhu Yunxi's expression suddenly softened a little, and he said softly: "No one was killed today. The Ming Dynasty is tolerant. Since Ma Ha

You broke Fan Chong’s official robe with your sword, so use this sword as compensation.”

Mahamu's eyes suddenly widened.

He never thought that today's stupid incident would end in this way.

My sword is not a treasure, it is ordinary, and I don't have the habit of the Wala people to inlaid various gemstones on the sword.

However, this sword has been worn on his waist since he was able to ride a horse alone.

On the grassland, swords and horses are the second life of the people of Changshengtian.

humiliation!

What a shame!

Mahamu's breathing became heavier and heavier.

On the back of the hand holding the scabbard, blue veins popped out.

But after just a few breaths, Mahamuzo raised his saber with both hands.

"Mahamu is willing to use this knife to compensate the European Supervisor!"

Zhu Yunxi's eyes couldn't help but tighten. This Mahamu should not be underestimated!

He looked at the elated Fan Chong again: "I will give this knife to you, and today's events will be wiped out."

Fan Chong nodded repeatedly and blushed: "We are all under the orders of His Highness."

Zhu Yunxi nodded, turned to look at the saber held high by Mahamu's hands, and took a step forward.

The sound of footsteps one after another penetrated into Mahamu's ears.

For a moment, a thought flashed through Mahamu's mind.

As long as Daming, the young emperor's grandson, walked in front of him, he would have enough time to draw out his sword, thrust it straight into his chest, and end his young life.

After following Zhu Yunxi out of the city, Tian Mai's muscles all over his body were tense and accumulating when he arrived outside the gate of Waijinchuan.

He quietly slid forward a few steps, and turned his palm gently on the handle of the knife. As long as the Wala man dared to make any abnormal movement, he could guarantee that he would chop it down as soon as the abnormal movement happened.

The opponent's head.

Zhu Yunxi walked steadily to Mahamu step by step.

despair.

Zhu Yunxi stretched out his arm, placed his palm gently on the sword raised by Mahamu, and lightly grasped the scabbard with his palm.

His men didn't feel any sluggishness. Zhu Yunxi just raised it slightly, and Mahamu's saber had left his hands.

Mahamu lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and held his breath, but his entire face was already bloodshot and red.

The Wala people who accompanied him on the southward mission to the Ming Dynasty all had their heads lowered and their faces were full of anger. They wished they could get up on the spot and draw their swords to strike at the Ming emperor's grandson who was pressing harder and harder on the oppressive leader.

When Mahamu's saber was caught in his hand.

Zhu Yunxi let out a chuckle.

He knew that this wolf king on the grassland could only be domesticated into a docile guard dog in front of the Ming Dynasty.

"Put it away, this is the saber of the first warrior of Wala!"

Zhu Yunxi chuckled and threw the sword in his hand towards Fan Chong behind him.

Fan Chong stood up and took Mahamu's saber with both hands.

But Mahamu had completely lost his temper.

However, when he heard the words of the first warrior of Wala from the mouth of the Ming Emperor Taisun, his heart tightened.

Are all Ming people so treacherous now?

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Chapter completed!