At Zhenyuan Pass, Hu Yongning, the official in charge of the pass, could not help but look at Fan Chong quietly.

The emperor's grandson didn't have any edicts to send.

Fan Shaoqing was trying to deceive Mahamu.

Hu Yongning turned his eyes and stopped the servant who was about to walk in from the outside carrying tea sets and teapots. He took the tray from the other person's hand and went to the seat where Mahamu started.

While pouring tea into the tea cup, Hu Yongning said to Mahamu: "Please be patient, Sir. We were just listening to Taisun's order, so we wasted a little time. Sir, please use it."

Tea."

As he spoke, Hu Yongning had already pushed a cup of tea to Mahamu's hand.

Then, he poured another cup of tea and brought it to Fan Chong who was sitting above him.

When Hu Yongning turned his back to Mahamu and faced Fan Chong.

He winked at Fan Chong.

Fan Chong understood and nodded secretly.

He has always resorted to all possible means to seek matters between the two countries.

Fan Chong swore that he learned this from Sun Tzu's Art of War left by his ancestors in the Central Plains.

When Hu Yongning returned to the position where Ma Hemu started.

Fan Chong was already looking at Mahamu while holding the tea cup.

"The horse envoy is unaware that His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson of our dynasty has just won a great victory, the morale of the army is high, and many matters are still being sorted out.

If not, His Highness will definitely come to Zhenyuan Pass in person through the snow, and discuss with the horse envoys the mutual trade between you and us, and establish a mutually friendly relationship between the Ming Dynasty and the Oara tribe, so as to jointly defeat the ambitious Tatar tribe."

The news about Shanxi Road is currently only known to the imperial court and surrounding areas.

No one knows about border pass places like Zhenyuan Pass.

A little curiosity appeared on Mahamu's face, and he saw Fan Chong looking at him with that smile that always disgusted him, holding a tea cup in his hand and gesturing for him to drink tea with him.

He could only pick up the teacup sideways and take a sip of tea.

Then Mahamu finally asked: "I wonder what kind of victory your country's grandson has achieved?"

Fan Chong smiled and waved his hand casually: "To say it is a great victory is just what we, as ministers, are saying. To His Highness Taisun, it is just the annihilation of a group of Tatars and the general

The son of that one named Tai was surrendered and has since come under my rule, the Ming Dynasty."

Fan Chong acted very casually, but Mahamu's eyes lit up.

He immediately put down the teacup and clasped his hands on the armrests.

"But Arutai?"

Fan Chong rolled his eyes, with a hint of realization on his face, and nodded: "It seems that he is such a person, but he is dead now. His son has joined my court."

Arutai actually died.

Mahamu felt a little dazed.

Since then, the Yuan Dynasty has withdrawn from the Central Plains. Over the years, it has been suppressed by the Ming court and gradually fell apart.

Over the years, the Tatar tribe has always regarded itself as the Yuan Dynasty orthodoxy, but the Oara tribe is very weak and can only give up the large tracts of good pasture and retreat all the way to the northwest side of the grassland.

In the Tatar tribe, Arutai is not the strongest force, but it is the one that Mahamu believes has the most potential.

In Mahamu's plan, once he becomes the co-leader of the Oara tribe in the future, Arutai of the Tatar tribe will be his biggest enemy on the grassland.

But he never thought that Arutai would have died in Akito's hands.

And his son actually surrendered to the Ming court.

Fan Chong turned the tea cup in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, and looked at Mahamu who was deep in thought with a faint look.

Naturally, he would not say that Arutai was stabbed to death from behind by his son in front of the emperor's grandson.

Hu Yongning immediately cooperated.

He coughed softly, as if he was talking about some gossip, with a hint of envy in his frivolous tone: "On the contrary, I am going to have a successful career. If the official's guess is correct, given time, the court will

If you want to canonize him, he must be a prince by then."

After finishing speaking, Hu Yongning deliberately raised his voice, as if he wanted to pour all his words into the ears of Mahamu next to him.

"This is all customary!"

Fan Chong also took over the words without a pause: "Prince? The kind who has fame but no power?"

As the two of them were talking face to face, Mahamu's eyes had quietly turned to Hu Yongning beside him.

Hu Yongning immediately shook his head.

"Now that the imperial court is employing people, there will never be peace outside the customs..."

When Hu Yongning said this, he stopped and looked sideways at Mahamu, who was on his upper hand.

Mahamu immediately coughed slightly, lowered his head and picked up the tea cup that he had placed on the table.

While drinking tea, he did not forget to stare at Hu Yongning with his peripheral vision.

Hu Yongning said with a smile: "The Alutai tribe is also very powerful. If this operation is done properly, then I can only bring half of his father's tribe...

His Highness will definitely arrange a good pasture for him near the pass. In addition, in order to conquer the Tatar tribe, the imperial court may also set up several new guards and horses under his command.

The official estimates that they can be compared with the three guards of Wuliangha. When the court sends out ordnance and conquers the outside world, Abu's people will be a great help to our government."

Mahamu's eyes were already blurry.

What pastures, what defenses, what equipment and weapons.

Aren't all these good things that I wanted to get from Ming Ting?

God knows, after Arutai died, his son could get all this so easily.

At this moment, Mahamu suddenly wanted to cry.

I have tried my best to leave Oarabe for half a year, and I have been trapped in Zhenyuan Pass for a month or two. So far, there has been no progress in the negotiations.

It's fine if you don't compare, but once people start comparing themselves to each other, it can really make people mad.

By this time, Mahamu could no longer listen to the rest of the discussion between Fan Chong and Hu Yongning.

Until Fan Chong looked faintly at Mahamu, who had already lost consciousness.

He shouted loudly: "Horse messenger? Horse messenger!"

Mahamu's neck moved slightly and he turned his head to look at Fan Chong in the main seat.

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"What important matter does Fan Shaoqing call me to explain?"

Fan Chong showed great posture, folded his hands and bowed towards the southeast.

"I don't know what the envoy is. Thanks to your majesty and your highness, I am working hard to manage it now. No, the edict sent by His Highness Taisun this time has given me great news. Our mutual trading thing is probably

We can go to the next level.”

This was the thing that most excited Mahamu.

He immediately said: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Mahamu's emotional reaction, I knew that the other party had taken the bait.

At this time, Fan Chong was not in a hurry.

He was seen leisurely holding the tea cup and slowly said: "Your Highness has spoken this time. I am sincere in my desire to establish a good relationship with Wala.

At present, outside the customs, the Tatar tribe is doing many evil things and has no human heart. It is the time for our country to join hands with the Oara tribe to fight against it.

This is a time when we are united in our will. If the Oara tribe really wants to join hands, the Ming Dynasty can transfer more truth to Oara."

Mahamu swears.

When I look at this Fanchong in front of me now, for the first time in my life, I feel that this person is somewhat cute.

That smile that used to displease him now fell in his eyes, and he felt extraordinarily sincere and friendly.

"Wala and Daming will be friends forever!"

Mahamu stood up and slapped his chest heavily with the palm of his right hand.

Fan Chong also stood up and walked to Mahamu. The two of them seemed to have forgotten their past rift at the same time.

Fan Chong reached out his hand and patted Mahamu on the shoulder with great enthusiasm, pushing him back to his seat.

And he said with a smile on his face: "Tai Sun's decree is very clear this time. As long as the horse is willing, the grassland under the Helan Mountain and the grassland on the Ujia River can be used by the tribal herdsmen of the horse to come in and graze.

settle down.

If the horse envoy can speak in the Wala tribe, it is not impossible for the Ming Dynasty to set up three more guards and horses here..."

In the end, Fan Chong spoke very vaguely, just like those real Ming officials.

Hu Yongning stood up knowingly and stepped aside.
To be continued...