Chapter 337: The Sneak Attack of the Pingshan Tribe (10)

Mrs. Wuya was afraid that Song Liyun didn't know the relationship between the Mudan tribe and the Wuda tribe, so she explained it in detail.

Because the Dongyue tribe has thousands of people, and such old tribes will have a certain number of vassal tribes following them.

Even if it splits, the East Vietnam Department can mobilize several thousand people.

So even though Zhao Tingduo had 400 elite soldiers from the Lei Camp, in order to be absolutely sure, he still took away all the armed forces that the Wuda tribe could use.

But in Kala Mountain near the Mida River, Zhao Tingduo arranged a tribe that had previously defected there to be responsible for the defense of the Wuda headquarters.

Large-scale enemy tribes are under the control of the Wuda army. The only threat to the Wuda tribe is the scattered refugees.

With the size of 300 people in the Mudan tribe, it is enough to protect the Wuda headquarters from harm by bandits.

Knowing that Zhao Tingduo had made preparations and Madam Wu Ya had already gone to inform them, Song Liyun felt relieved.

She said, Zhao Tingduo was also in the military camp, how could he leave such a big loophole for himself.

Although only women and children from the Wuda tribe were here, they were arranged in front.

Now Madam Wuya has informed Mudan immediately and will definitely be able to stop the enemy.

Outside the tent, someone loudly reported that Wu Dynasty merchants Lin Qingyuan and Song Dekui, as well as the headman of Balin, wanted to see the lady.

Madam Wu Ya looked at Song Liyun, somewhat puzzled.

Song Liyun hadn't mentioned the origins of these people just now. She just treated them as her entourage and had them taken to the guest tent to arrange tea and meals.

Asking to see him now is obviously not what he wants.

Song Liyun slapped her forehead.

I just noticed that Madam Uya was a little nervous, and I was also startled by her enthusiasm. I was so flustered that I forgot about my companions.

She hurriedly said, "Madam, I forgot to mention that these people are not followers. Lin Qingyuan is a Wu Dynasty merchant and has business dealings with me. He also heard the news of the enemy attack when he came out of the Mida River Valley.

Song Dekui is my cousin and he takes good care of me and my siblings.

I met Chief Balin when I first entered the grasslands. He was commissioned by the Zhenbei Army Guard to escort me all the way here without compensation. He suffered a lot, and several of his tribesmen were injured along the way.

When Madam Wuya heard that she had misunderstood, she quickly said to Yuquan, "Please invite them in."

After saying that, she stood up, slowly took two steps to the center of the tent, and made a gesture to welcome the distinguished guest.

Seeing that she trusted her so much and showed her cautious attitude with just one sentence, Song Liyun was immediately moved.

She didn't have time to say more words of thanks at this moment. She couldn't let her mistake give both parties a bad start, so she hurried to the tent door to make up for it.

Lin Qingyuan pouted and didn't even look at her, just followed Yuquan into the tent.

It was not the first time that Lin Qingyuan entered the tent of the leader of the Di tribe, but it was the first time that he entered the tent of the female leader.

Unlike ordinary Di tribes, Mrs. Wuya's tent is spacious and tall, with a beautiful carpet on the floor and a faint fragrance.

What attracted him most was the beautiful Lady Wuya in the center of the tent.

Sure enough, everything was imagined in my mind.

That graceful figure, that proud and majestic bearing, those charming eyebrows...

In the mind of Lin Qingyuan, who had special preferences, Song Liyun's originally acceptable image collapsed.

No matter how bold and capable Song Liyun was, she was just a young girl in front of the experienced tribal leader, Mrs. Uya, and was instantly beaten into pieces.

Lin Qingyuan's old problem comes back again!

He was so excited that he was incoherent. He took small steps and ran to Madam Wu Ya. He knelt on one knee and said, "My name is Lin Qingyuan. I want to ask how my husband... Madam is doing!"

Madam Wu Ya had obviously seen this kind of scene many times before. She raised her hand gently and said, "Mr. Lin, there's no need to be so polite. Please stand up!"

At this time, Song Dekui, who followed Lin Qingyuan in, did not look at Madam Wu Ya. He was busy staring at Song Liyun, who was standing at the door and smiling at him with a flattering look.

He even bent his finger and gave her a slap: You deserve to be beaten, girl. As soon as you saw your mother-in-law, you abandoned your uncle!

Song Liyun walked forward and led him in flatteringly: Forgot, forgot!

The beggar lady who came with Song Liyun saw the familiar interaction between the two and a smile appeared in her eyes.

She already knew the situation of the Song brothers and sisters. They had no parents at home, and their uncle was a cruel man who forced the three brothers and sisters to live in exile, and then they met the young master in Suijin Town.

Now that I see that she is close to this cousin, she must be very kind to the three siblings.

The beggar woman stepped forward and bowed, "Is this Mr. Song?"

She did not address him as "Mr. Song," but rather a rarely used term that was full of respect.

Song Dekui bowed in return: "That's me!"

In order to save face for Song Liyun, he also spoke with a pinched throat, but he was not used to it and almost bit his tongue.

Song Liyun burst out laughing: "Uncle Kui, beggar mother is not an outsider, you can say whatever you want."

Song Dekui glared at her again, his face flushed red, and he grumbled, "Beggar, I'm Xiaoyun's cousin. Uh... well... Xiaoyun is a naughty girl. If I'm rude in the future, I hope you can forgive me!"

In front of his in-laws, he had to act like an elder.

Aunt Qi looked at Song Dekui as if he were a child of the clan, and said with a smile: "Uncle Song is too modest. The young lady is polite and sensible. My wife likes her very much."

Song Liyun was praised, and Song Dekui was very happy to hear it. He hurried forward without saying anything.

Because at this time, Madam Wu Ya was already walking towards this side.

"Dear elders of the Song family, please forgive Wu Ya's mistake for not inviting you into the middle tent!" Mrs. Wu Ya apologized first.

Facing the most beautiful woman on the grassland, Song Dekui was even more flustered than Lin Qingyuan. "You're welcome, Madam... You're welcome! It was Xiaoyun who forgot. It has nothing to do with you, Madam."

Madam Wuya smiled slightly: "It's also my fault for not giving Ali a chance to speak."

Although Song Dekui said he wanted to blame Song Liyun, he was relieved for Xiaoyun because Madam Wu Ya took the blame.

As a man, he doesn't understand the relationship between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law, but it is a great thing that the elders can put aside their pride and speak for the younger ones.

Next, the meeting ceremony ended only after Balin bowed sincerely to Madam Uya.

A long table was placed in the tent, and a dozen people were drinking milk tea and chatting politely about the troubles they had encountered along the way.

At this time, Lin Qingyuan looked like a polite and gentleman, asking and answering questions with Madam Wu Ya.

Bahrain also asked the beggar about some tribal matters, and they were polite to each other.

Song Dekui drank the hot milk tea with relish.

He had drunk this thing in the tribe in Bahrain, but although they looked the same, the taste was very different.

How could he know that Bahrain could only use rough tea bricks, and the tea that Madam Wuya drank was the tribute that Zhao Tingduo brought back from the Hecheng Garrison.

The Wuda tribe left Xishi Pass, and Zhenbei Hou Zhao Yanjiao also left Hecheng and returned to Kyoto, but he sent a lot of things to the garrison, saying that they were for his son Zhao Tinglei.

Zhao Tinglei naturally knew that his father couldn't let go of Madam Uya, so he kept all the things he received, and his third brother could take whatever he wanted every time he came.

(End of this chapter)