Oh my Lord
"Let me think about how to explain it to you," he said with a tut-tut sound, frowning. "For example, we can all understand Mandarin, but we can't understand each other's dialects. If you use Mandarin to talk to someone who speaks a local dialect, what do you think will happen?"
"Oh, now I think I understand what you said. People who speak dialects can understand what people who speak Mandarin are saying, but people who speak Mandarin cannot understand dialects - so you are the Mandarin speaker who can't understand the other person's dialect?" Tong Zhenzhen pondered for a moment, then snapped her fingers in understanding.
The little prince was relieved to see that she understood and nodded:
"Yes, I am really impressed by the foreigners' accents, which are all from some unknown state. They are too strong. These accents are not even tested in normal exams!"
The old man was so upset by the foreigner with a strange accent that he couldn't control his volume for a moment. Tong Zhenzhen hurriedly patted his shoulder to comfort him. Seeing that he was hit hard, she felt a little sympathetic and let him go back to rest and repair his broken heart.
"Well, Your Excellency, what went wrong?"
A sudden question came from behind, and Tong Zhenzhen immediately got goose bumps all over her body. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She had to adjust her facial expression, turned calmly and nodded to Duanmu Yuyu:
"It's just a minor inconvenience. It's nothing. My companion is not good at practicing magic. I can just replace him with someone else."
"Oh? So the priest can also be careless sometimes," Duanmu Yu smiled and leaned over, keeping a delicate distance from Tong Zhenzhen. He was much taller than Tong Zhenzhen, and pressing down on her was extremely oppressive. She could hardly breathe, and her heart was on the verge of collapse under her expressionless mask:
Shark, help me, help me! He is doubting me again, are you okay?!
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Following Tong Zhenzhen's call in the group, the divine beast Luo Xiaoli flashed between the two of them and hit Duanmu Yu's chin with a "bang". The latter immediately took a step back in pain. Luo Xiaoli, with a red and swollen forehead, leaned back with his hands on his hips, and looked at him arrogantly with his nose up:
"Heh, step down as a mortal! Let me show you how powerful the priest is!"
She casually clicked on the unlocked Chinese-English translation system, and the various hand-sealing techniques she had practiced for many years finally came in handy. Her hands kept spinning and flying, and she muttered to herself, successfully stunning all the Changhao soldiers and Western people.
"Come out, Chakra! Great language communication technique, hurry up and command!"
Following her angry shout, the foreign language that was originally so strange that it sounded like Martian suddenly became pleasant to the ear:
"What should we do? Those idiots have locked us up and hired some weirdos to cast a curse on us!"
The tall foreigner who had just bumped into Tong Zhenzhen witnessed Luo Xiaoli's strange behavior, and broke down and complained to his companions, scratching his golden hair into a mess.
Tong Zhenzhen walked quickly to them and explained:
"Misunderstanding, family! It's all a misunderstanding! We are not laying down pigs, coughing, or cursing. We are casting spells to communicate with you!"
"Oh my god!"
The group of foreigners huddled together in fear as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as if Tong Zhenzhen, who suddenly spoke human language, was some kind of scourge. As a socially anxious person, she had no choice but to push Qu Fei, who was naturally friendly, to negotiate with the other party. Qu Fei touched Tong Zhenzhen's head soothingly, and then used the superb skills of the dubbing club president to make a soft clip voice for herself:
"Gentlemen, please calm down and listen to me. We are priests from the East, sent down to quell the war. My people did not intend to imprison you, but because we cannot understand your meaning due to the language barrier, we want to temporarily settle you here."
"My Lord, what a voice like Dongting, part-time as the Siren's Gesheng!"
The foreigners who were originally wary seemed to be bewitched by the voice, and they all let down their guard with an intoxicated look on their faces. Perhaps it was because Qu Fei's similar hair color and friendly smile made them feel familiar. With her gentle explanation, the two sides actually reached a reconciliation.
"It was Zhe Yang who was at the center of the story. We misunderstood the dissolution of beauty! Oh~ Eastern kidney girl cut off, please forgive us the physics of steel!"
The foreigner with golden curly hair sighed exaggeratedly, took off his hat and performed a standard hat-off ceremony. He first kissed the back of Qu Fei's hand, then shook hands with everyone and greeted them one by one. When it was Tong Zhenzhen's turn, the handsome foreigner with a high nose and deep eyes swept away his previous irritability and winked at her with his deep blue eyes:
"My name is Locke Warren, charmingly enough, could you please tell me your name?"
As he was speaking, he wanted to pull Tong Zhenzhen's hand for a passionate kiss, but his hand was ruthlessly stopped halfway in the air.
Locke looked down in astonishment, only to see a pair of strong hands, trained by years of spear fighting, firmly grasping his arms. The eyes of the boy who suddenly appeared were gloomy, as if hiding countless invisible monsters, which made him panic for no reason, and he quickly pulled his hands away:
"Who are you? Why are you torturing the kerosene hat?"
"What is he chattering about?" Xie Ci turned around with a bad look on his face and pulled out the handkerchief from Tong Zhenzhen's pocket. The foreigner had some dust on his hands from somewhere, which stained her clothes with dirt.
Perhaps to make amends for himself, he deliberately taunted in a bad tone:
"The professionals you found aren't that good either. We've been communicating for a long time but there's no result. Now you guys are chatting with each other, but I still can't understand what you're talking about!"
"What, you still don't understand?!" Tong Zhenzhen was shocked and busy thinking about what went wrong. She didn't notice that Xie Ci took her handkerchief, which made Xie Ci feel angry.
"Ah, I think I understand what's going on."
Chen Miao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up and said to Luo Xiaoli:
"Sister Li's system is a Chinese-English translation system, which can only translate between Chinese and English. But the aborigines speak ancient Chinese, so they need to use my system to translate it!"
After that, she skillfully opened her system, and after some operation, she made an OK gesture to Xie Ci:
"Okay General Xie, try again!"
Xie Ci snorted and reluctantly walked in front of the foreigner. Although he was half a head shorter than the foreigner, Xie Ci was still Xie Ci. His fierce aura made up for his lack of height, making him feel particularly intimidated even when he looked up at him. He raised his chin with contempt:
"Hey, speak!"
"What kind of attitude is this?! We, the potential jumpers, brought our country's products to Zheli just to make friends with you!"
Locke became excited again, pointing at Xie Ci's nose, and was ready to roll up his sleeves and fight, but he was eventually dragged away by his companions. Duanmu Yu no longer waited and watched, and having found out the other party's purpose, he took the initiative to step forward and negotiate with these Western envoys with a very deceptive and kind smile. After a while, these foreigners let down their guard and started talking freely.
"Okay, it looks like we have nothing to do with this, let's go."
Xie Ci felt sick when he heard Duanmu Yu's high-sounding words. He turned around and patted Tong Zhenzhen. Just as he was about to take people back, Duanmu Yu followed him out of the room. Xie Ci frowned and said sarcastically:
"Oh, General Duanmu is really free. He doesn't talk business with foreigners. How come he has time to follow us?"
"General Xie, you are joking," Duanmu Yu quickened his pace and walked side by side with Xie Ci, "This time it is all thanks to you all, how can I cross the river and burn my bridges and neglect you?"
In fact, he wanted to find another day and a more secret place to discuss business with those foreigners, so as to avoid being overheard by Linyuan's spies.
Duanmu Yu lowered his eyes to hide the secrets in his heart, and moved his gaze to the female college students who were chatting enthusiastically. Luo Xiaoli was reminiscing with his roommate about his miserable experience of playing games all night for level 6. When he looked up, he met his burning gaze, mistakenly thinking that he was provoking him, and snorted coldly:
"Why, did I provoke you by failing level six?"
"Ah, I dare not." Duanmu Yu saw the fish was hooked, pretending to be humble and bowed his head to continue testing, "But what is level six?"
This sentence made Tong Zhenzhen's alarm bells ring. She secretly pulled Luo Xiaoli's sleeve from behind, signaling her to be careful with her words. Luo Xiaoli did not let herself be led by the nose. She crossed her arms and pulled the initiative back to her side:
"Oh, do you think we have nothing to do in heaven? Gods are also very busy. Learning the languages of all the countries in the world is just a compulsory course, and there will be an examination at the end of the year. If you fail the examination, you will..."
Luo Xiaoli, who was talking eloquently, seemed to be thinking of some sad past. He choked up and fell silent.
"What will happen?" This aroused Duanmu Yu's curiosity and he couldn't help but ask.
Tong Zhenzhen knew very well that Luo Xiaoli had failed English for three years. She silently embraced her and looked at Duanmu Yu faintly:
“You will fail the course.”
Duanmu Yu:?
The journey was not long, and Duanmu Yu quickly sent the person back to his original residence. After some polite inquiries, he immediately rushed back to his Poyuan Army camp to prepare for subsequent matters.
"We will find a secret house to transfer the people there in a few days. We must pay attention to these Western envoys. If we want to open up trade routes with them, we must not miss this opportunity."
Duanmu Yusu spread out the negotiation document in front of him, which had been revised several times, and placed his five fingers on his temples, trying to use them to relieve the constant pain in his forehead. The sudden situations in recent days have made him unable to get a good night's sleep for a long time.
"Commander, having said that, you still have to take care of your health!" Xu Yuan gave advice. He had been with Duanmu Yu since the establishment of the Poyuan Army, so naturally they had a better relationship.
"No problem," Duanmu Yu raised his hand to interrupt him, and carefully flipped through the pages in front of him. "Ever since Gulou cut off many of our trade routes, Your Majesty has been worried and toiling for days. How can I stay out of it? It just so happens that a priest has descended to Linyuan. If we continue to fight, it will be in vain and damage our foundation. It is better to negotiate peace as soon as possible and recuperate."
"I have a feeling that these priests may be the key to breaking the deadlock."
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