Chapter 8 Shanyu

Fan Xian smiled at the young man, but his thoughts were hidden deep by the smile, but he did not let the young man discover it. He had been standing on the meadow for a long time, watching the young man walk out of the tent, and waited for the young man to gradually approach the meadow before he spoke the six words.

He wanted to give this young man a chance to chat with him because he knew that this young man who came out of the tent would definitely want to talk to the merchants in the Central Plains. The way of talking was Fan Xian's best skill. He thought that the saint of Northern Qi, Haitang, was eventually defeated by his verbal skills, let alone this young man.

"Of course." The young man laughed and said, "Although it was only six words, the momentum of the grassland was immediately forced out by these six words."

This is an excuse. This is a very bad excuse found by young people who have been lonely on the grassland for a long time and who urgently need to chat with people from the Central Plains to relieve their homesickness. - the spy work of the Supervisory Office has allowed Fan Xian to make a quick decision in such a short time - this young man is obviously not a Hu person, but he walked out of the tent, and must have something to do with the person he is pursuing, so he took action.

"Central Plains people?" Fan Xian looked at him suspiciously and asked, "I haven't seen you in the caravan along the way."

"I came back, some goods did not take action. The king treated us guests very well, so I stayed to see if there was any benefit." It was obvious that this young man was not a master of lying, and Fan Xian heard some problems in his tone.

"This is my first time here." Fan Xian laughed, pointed to the crescent sea and grassland in front of him, and said, "I didn't expect the scenery on the grassland to be so charming."

"If you watch it for a long time, you will get tired of it." The young man said with a wry smile.

"Oh? I just arrived today, and I can't feel tired. How long have you been here?" Fan Xian asked curiously: "Everyone says that the Hu people are savage. You live here, aren't you afraid that they will suddenly go crazy?"

Fan Xian, who was disguised, had a handsome and sincere face, and his free tone and extremely sincere attitude, could easily gain the trust of others. His conversation with this young man went on very naturally.

The young man's surname is Wei Wucheng, probably because he should be a pseudonym. In his words, he was also a member of the grassland doing business. He was forced to stay in the grassland and had been here for more than three months.

However, Fan Xian had already had a scheming in his heart, so he naturally would not believe these excuses. If he were a businessman, how could he enter and exit the tent so easily? He easily asked some words to deal with the young man who was homesick with his intentions and insidiousness.

Especially the young man was dressed up. The pair of Hu people's leather boots that had been worn out from scratch revealed that he had been staying on the grassland for a long time. Through these conversations, Fan Xian obtained a lot of useful information, such as there should be more than one young man in the Central Plains who stayed in the Crescent Neptune's tent, and at least ten people who stayed for a long time. For example, some subtle changes in the tent over the past two years, and so on.

"After all, it's the Hu people's territory. After the goods are cleared this time, Brother Wei should go back to the Central Plains." Fan Xian sincerely invited: "Follow our caravan, the safety of the road is guaranteed."

Wei Wucheng was stunned and didn't know how to respond. Looking at the young businessman's sincere expression, he felt a little guilty. He didn't understand why he had been chatting with this seemingly ordinary young businessman for so long, but he could feel that the conversation was very comfortable. The other party was a trustworthy person to talk to.

If Wei Wucheng's inference was spread, I'm afraid that everyone in the world would laugh out loud. Nan Qing and Fan Xian were someone who could be trusted?

"Okay, I'll ask the elders of the clan." Wei Wucheng responded with a reluctant smile. Fan Xian was not so stupid that he pointed this out directly. He stood up from the meadow, patted his butt, and said, "Brother Wei. See you tonight."

In the evening, the Xihu King held a banquet to entertain merchants from Zhongyuan. If Wei Wucheng was really a merchant, he would definitely meet him at the banquet. After he hesitating for a moment, Wei Wucheng explained: "The banquet to be held in the evening is to entertain you, and we probably won't come."

"Wei Wucheng has no accent, but he is definitely not a businessman." Fan Xian took a sip of goat milk wine, frowned in some discomfort, and said to Mu Feng'er beside him: "And he has been on the grassland for at least a year, and there are at least a dozen people who can enter and exit the tent with him."

Mu Feng'er glanced at the adults, lowered her voice and asked, "Are we looking for a landlord?"

"It should be almost the same." Fan Xian didn't seem to have thought that his luck was so good, but he shook his head, "But this Wei Wucheng is not a professional spy, otherwise he would not have made such a big mistake. I was wondering, what do these people in the Central Plains want to do when they stay in the territory of Xihu?"

Fan Xian put down the bowl and looked at Mu Feng'er and said, "The most important thing is that the man named Songzhi Immortal Order has not yet appeared. No matter what Wei Wucheng and his party can help Xihu, but the Xihu King's tent trusts this person so much must be because of Songzhi Immortal Order."

"According to the words of the Lord, I went to inquire, but I didn't dare to say the name directly, for fear of attracting others' attention." Mu Feng'er reported: "However, in the past two years, Xihu Shanyu has never taken a concubine, and he has not even had a woman except his wife."

Fan Xian paused for a moment. From the beginning, he thought Songzhi Xianling was a woman, so Mu Feng'er started to check from this angle. But when he heard Mu Feng'er's reply, Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh at himself and said, "If it were really her, how could he be the concubine of Shanyu?"

"There is another question." Mu Fenger said seriously: "I think the appearance of Wei Wucheng is too coincidental, so coincidental that he cannot explain. He cannot fully believe what he said. What if it is a trap or is misleading?"

"My target is not the Central Plains people in the tent." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "It seems like Wei Wucheng is a coincidence to you, but it seems like I am not a coincidence at all."

He shook his head and said, "The grassland and the Central Plains are completely different worlds. If you haven't been here for a year or two, you can't understand those people at all. You miss your hometown... Wei Wucheng is still a young man, and his homesickness is hard to suppress. Seeing us merchants from the Central Plains, of course, I want to talk and listen to what interesting things happened in my hometown."

Homesickness really makes people feel so uncomfortable? Mu Feng'er frowned and thought that after she was transferred from one place to the Qi Nian team, she had also sent an outside mission, but she didn't think it would be possible.

As if guessing what Mu Feng'er was thinking, Fan Xian said: "The missions from the outside will have a day to finish, but those Central Plains people who entered and exited the tent... or the Northern Qi people, they may never be able to return to their hometown."

After saying this, he fell into silence. The reason why he felt so clear about Wei Wucheng's thoughts was entirely because Fan Xian knew very well that a wanderer who was unable to return to his hometown and was stranded in a foreign land would have a lot of emotions in his heart.

Just like himself, he left the world full of potion smell and could never go back. Although he had never thought about it, he still couldn't suppress his longing.

"Even if... Wei Wucheng is homesick and wants to talk to the merchants in Zhongyuan, aren't the people in the tent afraid that he will let it go?"

"He used his identity as a merchant, and we could not go deep into the tent to see the deliberation process of the Xihu nobles. No one could prove anything."

It was obvious that Mu Feng'er was still worried about the chance encounter between Wei Wucheng and Lord Tisi. She frowned and said, "I just felt it was strange. Since it was just chatting casually, why didn't he go to find the merchants of the Xiong family, or me... but he just came to you, Lord?"

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, a cute smile appeared on his face, and he spoke, "It was not a coincidence that I met Wei Wuchengdi... You must know that when he came out of the tent, I was already standing on the meadow and watching his every move."

Mu Feng'er could see the scene clearly. He stood at the door of the tent beside the Crescent Sea, watching Lord Tiss stand on the meadow and overlook the grassland and lake.

"I look better in the ground, even if I dress up, I still look better..." Fan Xian said with a smile: "And it gives people a feeling of being willing to get close. When I stood on the meadow, the Hu girl next to Haizi was looking at me hotly, didn't you notice?"

Mu Feng'er's face changed. Such narcissistic words were really not easy to respond. But he also knew that what Lord Tisi said was just the facts. He might be able to dress up as an ordinary businessman, but he was definitely the most attractive one among the businessmen.

"I stand on the meadow to attract the attention of the young man who hurried out of the tent." Fan Xian said: "I want him to see me at a glance, and then... come to me. If I seduced Wei Wucheng to talk to me, it would not be a deviation from the facts."

Mu Feng'er spread her hands helplessly and said, "It turns out it's a handsome guy."

The two were talking in the tent, actually waiting for the arrival of the royal tent banquet when the sun shone on the crescent sea. Not long after, a Hu Rendi translator came to treat him respectfully. The merchants in each tent came out one after another without the goods, but in their arms, they should have a valuable gift dedicated to the Shanyu.

Mu Feng'er also carried some of her body. Fan Xian was not very clear about the specific arrangements. He just walked at the end of everyone and moved towards the tent without any attention.

The largest tent at the foot of the mountain, the towering king flag, marked the noble identity and powerful power of the people and the earth. Looking at this scene, Fan Xiandi couldn't help feeling strangely. This was the king's tent of the Xihu, where the owner of the grassland lived. The Qing Kingdom army fought and chased the owner of the grassland for countless years, but never could find the king flag.

What's more, there are so many people from the Central Plains in the tent of the Shanyu. What exactly does he want to do? Fan Xian was drinking wine while thinking about the thoughts of the Shanyu in the darkness.

At this moment, the party seemed to feel a strange look, frown and raised his head, with a hawk-like gaze in his eyes, and swept it on the mat.

He didn't notice anything, because when his eyes fell to the door, Fan Xian was peeking at the bulging chest of the girl next to him with drunken eyes, with a hint of restraint and a hint of reluctance, playing the role of a businessman following very well.

The same old saying is that Emperor Qing and Fan Xian and the two most powerful acting actors in the world.

After a big banquet, many merchants were drunk by the Hu people. The oil lamp was hanging high in the tent, and black smoke was emitted. Shanyu and the King of Zuoguyi went to rest. The remaining two heroes from the great masters and the Hu people still held the Central Plains merchants to drink wine.

Fan Xian and Mu Feng'er had been drunk and unconscious, and were carried back into the tent. Unfortunately, it was a pity that the Xihu was not as absurd and shameless as the people of the Central Plains slandered. At least the tents of these Central Plains merchants did not have the tempting figures, and the beautiful Hu girl was sleeping with her.

After the light went out, Mu Feng'er sat up in difficulty. When she turned around, she saw Fan Xian's bright eyes, like a wolf, and her heart was shaking.

In the Datongpu in Qingzhou City, Mu Feng'er had also seen this look, which was not as gentle and clear as adults were usual. I wonder if it was the autumn wind on the grassland that made some ruthless things in Fan Xian's heart reappear.

Fan Xian handed over a pill of wine and gave no extra instructions. He left the tent, took advantage of the darkness to pass through the Hu people's camp, and came to the lonely mountain behind the Crescent Sea, tied his clothes and crawled up the mountain.

When he was about to climb to the top of the mountain, he found a protruding rock, sat behind the rock, took out a small tube from his arms, pulled it out twice, and then stretched the tube and put it onto his right eye.

Fan Xian personally designed the latest telescope produced in the inner warehouse and was the first to use.
Chapter completed!