If Zhu Gaochi were at Longwan Pier today.

He will definitely comment that today's Brother Xi, who is capable of digging pots and digging pits, has reached the point where he has reached the point where he can moisturize things silently.

Mahamu's face looked ugly.

Just those last words were more sinister than snatching his sword in front of everyone.

Under Mengge Timur, the leader of the Oara tribe, there were the Mahamu tribe and the Taiping tribe, which dominated the three Tupolo tribes.

Today, the Ming Emperor's grandson says that Mahamu is the best warrior of the Oara tribe.

Not to mention what Timur, the fierce brother, would think, even Taiping and Batu Polo were jealous of him, Mahamu.

This is flattery!

Mahamu lowered his head and clasped his fists with his hands: "His Royal Highness, the Emperor Taisun, praises you greatly. There are countless warriors in the Oara tribe, and Mahamu is nothing."

Zhu Yunxi smiled.

After he finished speaking, he felt that the hole he dug was a little too small, and he should say that he, Mahamu, was the first warrior on the grassland.

So, he stepped forward and reached out to hold Mahamu's arm.

Mahamu didn't notice, and subconsciously exerted force on his lower body, but he didn't expect that this young grandson of the Ming Emperor could pull himself up so easily.

Mahamu was surprised.

But Zhu Yunxi had already chuckled and said: "Although I am far away in Yingtian and have never been to the grassland, I often hear that you are the first-class divine horse and archer of the Oara tribe. Not to mention the Oara tribe, even the Tatar tribe rarely hears about you.

I can find someone to compete with you.

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved today, as envoys on your way to the Ming Dynasty, you should follow Gu into the city early and go to the accommodation prepared by the imperial court for you."

Zhu Yunxi's voice was so loud that it spread to the surrounding crowd.

Today's Yingtian City is very lively. Even though they are fighting the Mongolian Tatar tribe on the east side of the Great Wall every year, businessmen still have private exchanges.

He believed that what he said today would spread to the grassland soon.

Mahamu tried hard to stay calm and think.

Once upon a time, he had seen the most cunning enemy, he had faced a pack of wolves all by himself, and step by step he had become the only three people under Timur, the great brother of Wala Meng.

However, now facing the grandson of the Ming Emperor in front of him, he felt that he was stuck in a quagmire, it was difficult to pull his feet out, and he was sinking deeper and deeper.

The distance between the two people has been completely shortened.

Mahamu swore that even if he lost his sword, he would still have countless ways to assassinate the young grandson of the Ming Emperor here.

But the reason in his heart told him that he absolutely could not do such a thing.

Killing a grandson of the Ming Emperor would have brought a great crisis to the Oara tribe.

But he felt that the great grandson of the Ming Emperor seemed to really hope that he could take action?

He used his undefended neck and back to constantly hint to himself that he could strike at any time.

This young man is using his fragile life as bait to trap himself.

This reminded Mahamu of the same thing he did when he went to trap those wolves on the grassland.

The fattest and most tender lambs were thrown on the grass. The wolves didn't even need to round them up. They just had to slowly walk forward and the lambs would be put into their mouths by themselves.

But Mahamu knew that he was lying in ambush in the grassland near the sheep. When the wolves' preparedness and vigilance were reduced to a minimum, he would strike boldly.

Now he has become one of those hungry wild wolves, and the Ming Dynasty's grandson has dressed himself up as the weakest sheep on the grassland. As soon as he opens his mouth, all the preset ambush will be revealed.

Mahamu kept deducing various possibilities in his mind.

He didn't realize at all that he had been pulled to the carriage by Zhu Yunxi.

Zhu Yunxi looked back at Mahamu and Fan Chong who were passing by, with a warm smile on his face, looking really innocent.

"Both of you have traveled a long way, working in boats and carriages all the way. Now that you are entering the city, please ride with me in the carriage."

As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi had already boarded the carriage and looked back at the two of them.

Fan Chong was naturally very excited. It was a great honor for him to ride in the same car with His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun into the city.

He couldn't help but think of the commotion and shock caused at the port when he arrived at his mother country with the Ming Navy on the mountain-like warship of the Ming Navy.

The news was sent to the royal capital as soon as possible.

Before he arrived at the royal capital, the king had already sent a large group of people to greet him.

When I found out in the past that I actually had the official status of the Ming Dynasty's eighth-grade European patrol inspector, I received the reward of a marquis.

Huge castle, vast land, vassals that can be enfeoffed.

For a time, he became the most popular figure in the royal capital.

However, at that time, Fan Chong no longer felt anything.

How can a marquis compare with his European patrol inspector in the eighth rank of the Ming Dynasty?

When he followed the navy back to the Ming Dynasty this time, he immediately learned that the Ming Dynasty had re-implemented the military merit-based method of a dynasty thousands of years ago. As long as you perform great achievements, you can receive countless rewards.

Fan Chong even learned while talking with those familiar navy generals that the Ming court was negotiating the title of king for the two dukes in accordance with the military merit law.

Lord Wang!

Fan Chong thought about it carefully, and finally firmly believed that the king of the Ming Dynasty might be more glorious and noble than the king he once was.

And since I am now an official of the Ming Dynasty, I naturally have the opportunity to receive greater rewards for my merits.

For a moment, he even wanted to directly persuade the naval generals not to return to Beijing, but to directly load the warships with weapons and artillery, return to Europe, and secure a large overseas territory for the Ming Dynasty.

"European supervisor comes first?"

Zhu Yunxi looked at Fan Chong who was silent but had a strange smile on his face with a smile on his face, and called softly.

Fan Chong immediately raised his head with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Wei Chen. Wei Chen will get in the car right now."

Fan Chong crawled and jumped onto the carriage, not forgetting to look back at Mahamu who was standing under the carriage, his eyes sparkling.

It seems to be saying that I, Fan Chong, can call myself a minor minister in front of His Highness the Emperor Taisun, but you, Mahamu, a soft-footed horse on the grassland, are just an outsider.

In front of the carriage, Mahamu looked at the Ming Emperor's grandson and that damn Hongyi man walking into the carriage with their heads down and their brows moving a few times.

His palms hidden under his loose clothes could not help but clenched into fists.

Is this another trap?

The space in the carriage was small, and there were only the young emperor grandson of the Ming Dynasty and the vulnerable Hongyi man. He only needed three punches and five palms to kill these two people in the carriage.

The three generations of the Ming Dynasty prospered, which is definitely not what the grasslands want to see.

Mahamu looked at the gently fluttering curtain, as if waiting for him to enter. He finally took a deep breath and stepped onto the carriage.

In the carriage, Zhu Yunxi was sitting on the innermost seat, with the soft seat gently wrapping his body.

As Mahamu came in, Fan Chong, who was sitting on the seat under the car window, picked up the saber that was originally lying aside and placed it across his legs.

As if to show off to Mahamu who came in, the sword he had owned for decades was now in the hands of others.

This idiot!

Mahamu cursed secretly in his heart, it was easier for him to take back the saber from this angle.

"Now that everyone is here, let's enter the city."

Zhu Yunxi opened his slightly narrowed eyes and spoke to the outside of the carriage under Mahamu's gaze.

Someone outside also responded.

Outside the carriage.

Zou Xueyu, the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, frowned and walked to Tian Mai: "That Mahamu is riding in the same car with His Highness, will nothing happen?"

Tian Mai looked back at Magistrate Yingtian in confusion, he didn't quite understand.

Do these people think that His Highness Taisun is also powerless?

However, Tian Mai just thought about it for a moment, and then he cupped his hands towards Zou Xueyu and said, "I'll go."

After finishing speaking, Tian Mai quickened his steps and ran towards the carriage that had turned around and was heading down the city gate.

Bang.

Tian Mai stepped lightly on the carriage and got into the carriage sideways.

He didn't find a place to sit down, he just squatted half-crouched under the car door, with his right hand on his knees, and his left hand as if to stabilize the sword on his waist, with his palm against the handle of the sword and his gaze downward.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at Tian Mai indifferently, without asking what he meant, but looked at Mahamu first.

Mahamu is a cunning man, and his relationship with Ming Dynasty has been switching back and forth between confrontation and surrender throughout his life.

Throughout his life, Mahamu laid a favorable foundation for the Oara tribe to unify the grasslands and go south to attack the Ming Dynasty.

And his greatest contribution is to cultivate the two descendants of Choros Tuohuan and Choros Ye.

"Last year, Daming suffered from a snow disaster. I heard that there was also a white disaster on the grassland. I wonder how the Oara tribe will fare this year."

Zhu Yunxi was sitting on the soft seat and asked in a calm tone.
To be continued...