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A steward stepped forward and said, "This brother, we are businessmen from Guannai, and we want to do some business with brothers from various tribes. The car is full of goods. Brothers, do you want to take a look."
The man came over on horseback and tapped the sacks stacked on the horse's back with his folded whip, his eyes bright. After checking for a while, he said loudly: "Go, follow us into the camp, we all have your goods."
"Excellent, please lead the way." The steward smiled enthusiastically.
Qi Surong didn't say a word, and silently observed their equipment, slightly startled. It is not uncommon for BMWs in the Western Regions to be famous, but they have never heard of their weapons being so sophisticated. A big knife, a strong bow and a crossbow, a breastplate, and full armor, ready to fight at any time.
Qi Surong secretly wiped the cold sweat from her palms, stabilized her mind, and followed the team into the border camp of the Boya tribe.
As the sun sets in the west, the vast grassland is covered with a layer of sunshine, like a shy girl, about to hide her face and hide in the shadows.
The arrival of the caravan caused a little commotion, and everyone's eyes were full of alertness, suspicion, interest, scrutiny, etc., which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. But looking at it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it.
"You guys are only camping here today, and I'll come back tomorrow to discuss the deal with you." Bale, even the man who pointed the whip, warned coldly, "It's best not to walk around in the camp at night, if you get caught If you are a spy, you will definitely be killed."
Qi Surong and others circled the horses and set up camp on the spot. The border camps of the Boya tribe live together, but a woman in ordinary clothes may also be a brave warrior. Therefore, she did not dare to inquire about the situation of Boya and even the various ministries of the Western Regions at will.
After dinner, Qi Surong sat by the fire and pondered. The territory of the Boya tribe is very large, and it is unknown where Tut and the man are.
At this time, she inadvertently touched something on her waist, her eyes brightened, it was a flute given to her by her master, and she usually used it as a pastime while traveling. She slowly took it off, put it to her mouth, and played a Jiangnan ditty.
Jin Yun often listens to her playing the flute and playing the qin. Here in the exotic world, a piece of music with the flavor of the Central Plains will definitely attract the attention of those who are interested.
The beautiful flute sound flows under the starry sky, bringing a touching atmosphere to the peaceful grassland. A man dressed in men's clothes, sitting by the fire, playing attentively, the thin figure dragged out a long shadow under the light of the fire, like a heavy-colored painting full of exotic flavors.
"Who allowed you to play the flute at camp?" A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, rudely interrupting the melodious melody.
Qi Surong put down his disciple and turned to look around, only to see a tall man standing in the shadows, wearing armor and holding the handle of a knife, giving a strong sense of oppression.
Qi Surong got up, cupped her hands, and said, "Sorry, I have heard that all the brothers and sisters in the Western Regions can sing and dance well, but I don't know that Boya's rules are different. Don't take offense if you are rash."
The man was silent for a while, his sharp eyes swept across Qi Surong as if in essence.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"Under Zhuofan, shy is the head of the Gujia caravan."
"Master?" The man paced over, his face gradually revealed in the firelight. He is about thirty years old, his facial features are resolute, he has the obvious deep outline of a Westerner, and a pair of blue eyes, revealing a bit of chill. He stood two meters away from Qi Surong, a head taller than her.
"It looks like you are only seventeen or eighteen years old, yet you can lead a caravan into the Western Regions by yourself?"
"I started to travel south and north very early in Xia. Although I lack prestige, I still have some ability." Qi Surong replied calmly.
"Oh?" The man walked to Qi Surong's side, his arm almost touching her shoulder.
Qi Surong turned to the side and asked, "I don't know what else this lord has instructed? If not, please go to the tent and rest."
"No hurry." The man stared at her and said vaguely, "I heard that most of you men in the Central Plains are thin, and now it seems that it is true."
"The words of the adults are too biased." Qi Surong replied, "The figure below is already thin, and it does not represent the other men in the Central Plains."
In fact, Qi Surong is tall and tall, which is quite striking among women. If it is changed to a man, it can only be regarded as average. In addition, women's natural skeletons are relatively slender, and although they have made a lot of camouflage, they cannot completely conceal the beauty that is different from ordinary men.
"Haha." The man's laughter was like a broken erhu, hoarse and dull, "Are you good at martial arts?"
"I'm weak in the text below, I don't know martial arts."
"Archery on horseback?"
"Riding is rough, and archery is not diligent."
"Hmph, it's useless." The man suddenly lifted her chin, "With a boss like you, the Gu family caravan is probably vulnerable. If I swallow all your goods, what will you do?"
"Although my family's caravan is not as good as the royal merchants, it is still relatively well-known both inside and outside the customs. If you don't want to do business with the Central Plains merchants in the future, you can take this batch of goods." Qi Su tolerated the urge to retreat, and he Straight back and the man looked at each other.
The man's eyes were deep, his thumb rubbed gently on Su Rong's chin a few times, and the touch under his fingers made him quite fond of it. The skin of the Westerners is rarely so smooth...
"Okay, look at your goods tomorrow and make plans." The young man was quite bold, and under his step-by-step pressing, he showed no signs of timidity. He tried secretly, and it was true that he was not skilled in martial arts, but he did not have the guile and hypocrisy of a businessman, but was more like a scribe with needles hidden in cotton.
The man let go of Qi Surong and walked away.
The next day, Qi Surong finally learned the identity of the man from other people - Yi Lun, the young patriarch of the Boya tribe.
In the memory of the previous life, the Boa warriors led by the young patriarch were loyal and brave, and were called the dead warriors by later generations. Of more than a dozen tribal alliances, only the soldiers of the Boya tribe died on the battlefield, including Yirun. Even in a hostile position, it has to be admired. The emperor both admired their bravery and feared their bravery. After retreating from the enemy, the first tribe he sent troops to kill was the Boya tribe.