Poor Lady

Qi Surong inquired about Tut and the man who looked like Jinyun, and the next destination was the Boya tribe. The Boya tribe is one of the strongest tribes in the Western Regions. Both men and women in the tribe are skilled in bowing and horses, and are brave and good at fighting. They are also one of the main forces for the future invasion of the Central Plains.

Qi Surong originally planned to check the situation in the surrounding area first, and then go deeper. At the same time as the goods are gradually released, most of the staff of the business will be sent back. But now, she has met the person who looks exactly like Jin Yun. Even if she is not sure, she doesn't want to miss it. After much thought, she finally decided to change her plan.

She divided the entourage into two, leaving half of the goods to Steward Yao in charge, while she took another team to the Boya tribe. This trip is unpredictable, and it is difficult to determine whether the Boya tribe, who has long been evil, will directly kill people and sell goods. If this is the case, Qi Surong and others will inevitably die. The only thing she can bet on is that Bo Ya won't be terrified in these extraordinary times. Although the emperor guarded against them, he would not take the initiative to declare war before the conflict occurred. Of course, Bo Ya would not easily give the emperor an excuse to send troops in advance.

Going west all the way, at dusk the next day, it was close to Boya's territory. At this moment, a dozen young and strong men came on horseback and surrounded Qi Surong's team of more than 20 people. A dark-skinned man with a whip in hand asked, "Who dares to break into the territory of my Boya tribe? ?"

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 loaded with 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 are only camping here today, and I will discuss the transaction with you tomorrow." Bale, even the man who pointed the whip, warned coldly, "It is best not to walk around in the camp at night, if you are taken as 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 clothing, sitting by the fire, playing attentively, the thin figure dragged out a long shadow under the light of the fire, like an exotic heavy-colored painting.

"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 a knife handle, 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. If you are rash, please don't take offense."

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's quite 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 step back and was very 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 addicted. 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 did not show the slightest 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. Among more than a dozen tribal alliances, only the warriors of the Boya tribe died on the battlefield, including Yi Lun. 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.

Qi Surong couldn't help but sigh, the world is like a chess game, no matter how outstanding a person is, it is hard to beat the general trend of history.

"What? Five Western Blue Pearls in exchange for all the grain?" Qi Surong looked at Bale and shook his head, "The price is too low."

The value of green pearls is only a little higher than that of ordinary sea pearls, and five green pearls can buy up to several hundred kilograms of rice grains.

"Then four." Bale smiled while holding his hands, "Anyway, we are not in a hurry, we can discuss it slowly."

"I want to talk to those of you who can really decide." Qi Surong patted the sack and said expressionlessly, "Otherwise, there will be nothing to discuss."

"Okay, then you stay here and talk to you when our young patriarch has time." Bale didn't care.

They obviously wanted to detain them in the camp. Could it be that something happened in the Boya tribe? While thinking about it, Qi Surong replied: "I hope your young patriarch can give you an answer as soon as possible. We still have a few batches of goods in other tribes. Whoever has a reasonable price will sell it first."

"What? How many shipments do you still have?" Bale asked suspiciously. "How many?"

"It will never be less than this batch." Qi Surong said calmly, "If you don't believe it, you can go to the Huxia tribe to inquire."

Barrie stopped talking, looked at her for a while, then turned to leave.

Qi Surong naturally knew what he was going to do, so he didn't panic, but ordered his staff to list all the groceries except food and grass for ordinary people to choose.

Then, she pulled Xiao Liu and whispered a few words in his ear.

Xiao Liu understands and follows the other guys to handle the groceries.

But after a while, there was a quarrel on Xiao Liu's side. Several big men scolded him fiercely, but he didn't get in. He seemed to say a few irritating words, which caused one of the big men to throw his fist at him. Come.

Xiao Liu covered the wound with anger on his face. A few people turned from a quarrel into a fight. The fact is that the three big men besieged Xiaoliu, and Xiaoliu was powerless to fight back.

"Stop!" The two voices sounded at the same time.

Qi Surong came out more and more and looked up to see Yi Lun coming from the other side. The latter's gaze swept across her body, then looked at Xiao Liu and the others, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Xiao Liu was lying on the ground curled up, with bruises on his face and hands, and a little blood on his clothes. It looked like he was badly injured.

Qi Surong walked over quickly, supported Xiao Liu, and asked softly, "How is it?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Liu's expression was distorted, unable to count.

Qi Surong was secretly worried, although this was what she ordered, but seeing Xiao Liu's appearance, she was afraid that he would really be beaten.

At this moment, Qi Surong suddenly felt a shadow appearing above her head, and looking up, Yi Lun came to her side at some point, staring at her condescendingly.

She calmed down and said, "Young patriarch, let's ignore the reasons for these 'warriors' beating me, can we ask a doctor to help him see his injuries?"