When His Royal Highness Taisun walked out of the camp accompanied by Tuhuan and Baoyin Qiqige, he saw that the camp of the Warat people was already full of bonfires, with whole sheep and beef legs roasted on the roaring fire, and the Warat people were drinking Ma Nǎi wine while singing and dancing, and the camp was already in a celebratory atmosphere.

At that moment, Wang Xian even felt that Warat was the victor of this war, and it was not until Baoyin Qiqige whispered in his ear that this is thanks to you, and he suddenly realized that this banquet was held to celebrate the successful capture of the imperial grandson of the Ming Dynasty Ah At that moment, he really wanted to shout: ] I am fake, fake, fake, look at how these guys react. But for the sake of his own life, he can only think about it.

In a moment of thought, he followed the two to the king's tent of the Warats. It is still the huge and gorgeous golden tent, after the sudden loss of temperature in the hulan, this big tent seems to be a little more dilapidated, but at this time, the inside and outside of the big tent are lit up with lights and torches. The maid entered the big tent with mountain treasures and nǎi wine, the tent was covered with luxurious Mongolian carpets, and the table was filled with gold and silver tableware, and the guests were all dressed in the traditional Mongolian aristocratic costumes - quality sun clothes, but the carpet was stained, and the wine utensils were also incomplete, and the texture of those quality sun clothes was even better. It's like a down-and-out aristocrat, trying to find the glory of the past and never getting it back.

Wang Xian heard a musician playing Mongolian music on the horse-head qin, and the low and sad music made him, a rough man, feel a little sad. There are tall gold-armored warriors guarding the entrance of the royal tent, and there are also maids wearing aunt bowls and Mongolian aristocratic costumes, standing there with silver bowls and flower bowls, and the faint fragrance of flowers and wine wafts in the air, which is intoxicating.

I have to admit that although the aristocracy has declined, the heritage is still there, and this banquet is still very layered.

"Ha Lu haha, His Royal Highness Taisun has arrived, Xiao Wang has lost his welcome, forgive his sins" The bold laughter sounded, interrupting Wang Xian's thoughts, and he saw a middle-aged man who was not tall, with a rectangular face, angular, and small eyes, but with a smile. From his face, there was not the slightest sign of failure, but a smug look on his face.

"Where is the prince?" Wang Xian clasped his fists at him and saluted: "You are an elder, let you go out to greet you, and you are alone and uneasy." ”

"Hahaha, let's not be polite, hurry in, King Khan is in a hurry." The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Mahamu took Wang Xian's hand and walked inside. Go in and see, Wang Xian saw that this sweat tent is really big, it is very easy to accommodate more than 100 people to eat, and the decoration inside is also very exquisite, the ground is a thick Persian carpet, on which are placed nine copper tripod-shaped braziers, the wall is hung with gold and silver curtains, the low dining table is full of gold and silver utensils, and the table is full of Mongolian nobles, making people feel like returning to the palace banquet scene in the heyday of Mongolia a hundred years ago.

Tariba had already risen from his throne, smiled at Wang Xian's tent, and invited him to sit with him on the most honorable throne, while Mahamu and his brother Taiping sat separately on the left and right. After sitting down, Mahamu smiled and said: "This time His Royal Highness Taisun came to be a guest, which is really our Mongolian top joy, so the Great Khan specially prepared a horse banquet for His Highness to taste." ”

"It's an honor." Wang Xian smiled and said in his heart, fried horse banquet? It's just to fry a big horse and eat it

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Ariba smiled and said, "Actually, it's a roasted whole beef banquet, which is our most solemn banquet." "There are not many people in Warat who know Chinese, but the top nobles will learn this from an early age, such as the Mahamu father and son and the Tariba brother and sister.

"Roasted whole beef feast?" Wang Xian suddenly said, "That's grand enough?" He had only heard of the roast whole sheep feast, but he didn't expect that there would be a more high-end whole beef feast.

Before the banquet began, Ma Hamu first held the wine glass, got up and spoke to the leaders, although he spoke Mongolian, Wang Xian could not understand, but from the eyes of those guys who looked at him from time to time, as well as their fists waved high, howling like wolves, he could guess a rough ...... Lao Ma must be talking about the grandson of the Ming Dynasty, emphasizing that this battle was not lost, and the victory after the most Lu Dynasty will definitely belong to them.

Of course, this kind of words are not easy to translate, but he just looked at Wang Xian with a smile, and there was a lot of ridicule in his smile.

Wang Xianzhi said that he was not targeting himself, but at Mahamu...... Because he knew that the Taisun Dao was fake, the more excited Mahamu was, the more ridiculous he became.

When Mahamu finished speaking and sat down, the master of ceremonies began to recite the hymn in Mongolian. Tariba did not look like a Khan king, but like a translator, and translated softly for Wang Xian: "The supreme heaven, ruling all living beings, shining brightly on Zhan Zhou, gifting ten directions, hundreds of officials and thousands of positions......"

Then the song and dance began, the fire flickered in the nine bronze tripods, and twenty Mongolian young men with naked bodies danced a shaman dance full of mysterious atmosphere. However, judging from Wang Xian's low level of appreciation, these guys are dancing gods......

Finally at the beginning of the meal, the eight warriors carried the horse, that is, the roasted whole cow, and aimed the nine heads at the most distinguished guest, that is, His Royal Highness the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Then he presented a silver Mongolian knife, Wang Xian took the knife and didn't know much about it, did he want to dig a bull's eye to eat? Fortunately, Tariba explained softly on the side, and he realized that Lu Dao was going to use his knife to draw a cross on the forehead of Quan Niu.

Next, Mahamu then performed the Sacha salute with the wine toasted by the master of ceremonies. Originally, this etiquette should have been performed by the Great Khan, but whose territory listens to whom, can Ariba still compete with the old horse? What's more, he had long been accustomed to being treated as nothing, so An An was his interpreter and explained to Wang Xian that the Mongols believed that all food and drink were gifts from the ancestors of heaven and earth, so everyone had to perform the 'satcha ceremony' before enjoying the food and drink to express their gratitude. Specifically, stand up respectfully, dip the ring finger of your right hand in the cup of wine and sprinkle it three times to the heavens and the earth, and respectfully respect the ancestors.

Wang Xian also followed the customs, and after performing the satcha ceremony, in the song and dance performances of Mongolian men and women, everyone could move. After eating some roast lamb leg as a base, Ma Hamu offered Ma nǎi wine to Wang Xian. Wang Xian understood the etiquette of the Mongolians in later generations, and knew that pushing and procrastinating would be regarded as impolite, so he took it and drank it all. The entrance is very smooth and smooth, cool and sweet, similar to drinking a drink.

Seeing him so crisp, Ma Hamu was really happy, and said with a smile: "Your Highness is really a refreshing person, I just like refreshing people" said to everyone: "Quick, you also come to salute His Royal Highness Taisun for a glass" All the leaders stepped forward to salute Wang Xian's wine, Wang Xian did not refuse, a bowl of bowls of belly, I saw that Liba was a little worried, and whispered: "This wine is called 'Arì Ji, steamed twice with sour Ma nǎi, which is similar to your Han family's old burn, but Ma Nǎi is very soft, this wine is light in the mouth, but it is easy to get drunk."

Wang Xian nodded, but he still did not refuse, and the leader of the full tent saluted, he still talked and laughed freely, not drunk, and everyone was stunned...... Although a banquet was nominally held to welcome His Royal Highness, everyone regarded Wang Xian as their captive in their hearts. They suffered such a defeat in Hulan, half of their subordinates were killed, and their hatred for the Ming Dynasty was really like a prairie fire. They can't help Zhu Di and his army, and now Zhu Di's jj's son is in their hands, even if they can't touch him, they have to humiliate him and relieve the hatred in their hearts. Even Mahamu thought the same way, so he instructed everyone to take turns to toast, just to get Wang Xian drunk and see his ugliness.

How do you know that Wang Xian is the No. 1 slippery head in the world, and he can make trouble in anything. He himself has a limited amount of alcohol, and every time he was drunk in Zhejiang, it was okay. But when he arrived in the capital, he became the military advisor of the young army, and in order to suppress the officers and soldiers, he had to turn to Wu Wei, the son of the imperial doctor, who made a kind of 'Dionysian pill' for him with kudzu, white cardamom and tea, etc., and took it in advance when drinking, which could increase his alcohol consumption several times, and keep his mind clear even if he was drunk.

Wang Xian relied on this 'Bacchus pill', and when he drank in the camp, he had to keep some on his body to meet the occasional needs. He guessed that he would be poured wine, and before he came to the banquet, he ate two pills, and now although his belly was hot, he was calm and clear-headed, and he was stunned by the Mahamu gang.

Mongolians admire men who drink well, and they even think that a good amount of alcohol is equal to a good measure, and if you have courage, you must be a good man. Only Baoyin Qiqige decided that this guy must have stolen Jiān again...... Recalling, she remembered that Wang Xian had taken two pills before Tuhuan came in, and she didn't care about it at the time, but now she realized that she was taking hangover medicine. But her current position can't expose him, she can only let this kid continue to be proud......

But Ma Hamu couldn't let Wang Xian be so proud, he looked at his younger brother, Taiping got up and smiled knowingly: "Today, the Tubo people sent a valuable thing to the Taishi, why don't you take it out to open everyone's eyes and help fun?" ”

"Yes," Maham nodded, "please bring that thing out." The guard went down, and in a few moments came in with a jīng pen, on which stood a peacock with a long, flamboyant tail feather. With his head held high, he looks very noble.

Peacocks are born in the south, and they can't see this thing in the north, let alone on the grassland. Many of the leaders don't know what this is.

"Your Highness must recognize it, this bird is called a peacock." Mahamu stretched out his finger and teased the peacock, but the peacock ignored him and still restrained his tail. "It's a bit of a pity, although this peacock is very beautiful, it is too restrained and never turns on the screen. Let's try it today, take turns and see who can make it open."

Wang Xian didn't feel anything at first glance, but after thinking about it, he exploded his lungs again