Poor Lady Chapter 84: Boya Yilun

Qi Surong found out that Tu Te and the man who resembled Jin Yun, the next destination is Bo Ya Tribe. The Boya tribe is one of the strongest tribes in the Western Regions. Both men and women in the tribe are skilled in bows and horses, and are brave and good at fighting. They are also one of the main forces to invade the Central Plains in the future.

Qi Surong originally planned to investigate the situation in the surrounding areas first, and then go deeper. While the goods are gradually being sold out, most of the staff of the firm will be repatriated. But now she has met the person who looks exactly like Jin Yun, even if she is not sure yet, she doesn't want to miss it. After much thought, she finally decided to change the plan.

She divided the entourage into two, leaving half of the goods in charge of Yao Guanshi, and she took the other team to the Boya tribe. The fate of this trip is unpredictable, and it is difficult to determine whether the Boya tribe, which has long been guilty of evil intentions, will directly kill and rob. If so, the lives of Qi Surong and the others would be in danger. The only thing she can bet on is that Bo Ya won't startle the snake in this extraordinary period. Although the emperor was on guard against them, he would not take the initiative to declare war before the conflict broke out. Naturally, Boya would not easily give the emperor an excuse to send troops in advance.

Going west all the way, it was close to Boya's territory at dusk the next day. At this moment, more than 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 his hand asked, "Who dares to break into the territory of our Boya tribe?" ?”

A steward stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Brother, we are businessmen from the pass, and we want to do some business with brothers from various tribes. The cart is full of goods, brothers, do you want to take a look?"

The man rode over and tapped the sack on the horse's back with a folded whip, his eyes bright. After checking for a while, he said loudly: "Go, follow us into the camp, we will take all your goods."

"Great, please lead the way." The steward smiled enthusiastically.

Qi Surong didn't say a word, just observed their equipment silently, a little startled. It is not uncommon for the BMWs of the Western Regions to be well-known, but it has never been heard that their weapons are so sophisticated. Big chopping knife, strong bow and crossbow, breastplate, fully armed, ready to fight at any time.

Qi Surong secretly wiped off the cold sweat on his palms, calmed down, and followed the team into the border camp of the Bo Ya tribe.

When the sun sets, the vast grassland is covered with a layer of sunlight, like a shy girl who is about to hide her face and hide in the shadows.

The arrival of the caravan caused a little commotion. Everyone's eyes were full of guard, suspicion, interest, scrutiny, etc., which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. But if you look carefully, there is nothing wrong with it.

"You guys are just camping here today, and I'll come back to discuss the deal with you tomorrow." Barle—even the man pointing at the whip, warned coldly, "It's best not to wander around the camp at night. , If you are regarded as a spy, you will be killed."

Qi Surong and others circled the horses and set up camp on the spot. The soldiers and civilians in the side camp of the Boya tribe lived mixedly, but a woman dressed in ordinary clothes might also be a brave warrior. That's why she didn't dare to ask people about the situation of Boya and even the various ministries in the Western Regions.

After dinner, Qi Surong sat by the fire, meditating. The Boya tribe has a large territory, and it is not known where Tut and the man are.

At this time, she inadvertently touched something beside her waist, her eyes lit up slightly, it was a flute given to her by her master, and she usually used it for entertainment when traveling. She slowly took it off, put it to her mouth, and blew a Jiangnan ditty.

Jin Yun often listens to her playing the flute and playing the qin. Here in a foreign land, a melody 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 moving atmosphere to the tranquil grassland. Su Rong, dressed in men's clothes, was sitting by the fire, playing the music intently. Under the reflection of the fire, his thin figure cast a long shadow, like a heavy-colored painting full of exotic customs.

"Who gave you permission to play the flute in the camp?" A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, rudely interrupting the melodious melody.

Qi Surong put down his disciples and turned around to look, only to see a tall man standing in the shadows, wearing armor and holding a knife handle, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Qi Surong got up, cupped his hands and said: "I'm sorry, I have heard that brothers and sisters from various tribes in the Western Regions are all good at singing and dancing, but I don't know that Bo Ya's rules are different. Please don't take offense if you are reckless."

The man was silent for a long while, his sharp eyes swept over Qi Surong as if in substance.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"My next Zhuo Fan, I am the head of the Gu Family Caravan."

"Master?" The man walked over, his face gradually revealed under the firelight. He was about thirty years old, with resolute features, with the obvious deep outline of people from the Western Regions, and a pair of blue eyes, showing a bit of chill. He stood two meters away from Qi Surong, he was a full 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 alone?"

"I started to go all over the world very early. Although I don't have enough prestige, I still have some ability." Qi Surong replied calmly.

"Oh?" The man walked to Qi Surong's side, his arm was almost touching her shoulder.

Qi Surong turned sideways and asked: "I wonder if this lord has any other orders? If not, please allow me to enter the account and rest."

"No hurry." The man stared at her, and said inexplicably, "I heard that most of you Central Plains men are thin and thin, and now it seems that this is indeed the case."

"My lord's words are biased." Qi Surong reacted, "I'm already thin, so I can't represent other men in the Central Plains."

Actually, Qi Surong is tall and slender, quite eye-catching among women, if it is a man, he can only be considered average. In addition, women's natural skeletons are relatively slender, although they have made a lot of camouflage, they can't completely conceal the beauty that is different from ordinary men.

"Hehe." The man's laughter was like a broken erhu, hoarse and dull, "Do you know martial arts?"

"I'm weak in prose and don't know martial arts."

"Horseback archery?"

"Horse riding is rough, but archery is not good."

"Hmph, it's useless." The man suddenly raised her chin, "With a master like you, the Gu family caravan would be vulnerable. If I swallow all your goods, what will happen to you?" ?”

"My Gu family's caravan is not as good as the imperial merchants, but it is well-known 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 retreat Impulsively, he straightened his back and looked at the man.

The man's eyes were deep, and his thumb lightly stroked Su Rong's chin a few times, the touch under his finger made him quite fond of it. People from the Western Regions rarely have such smooth skin...

"Okay, let's see your goods tomorrow and make plans." The young man was quite courageous, and he didn't show the slightest timidity under his pressing step by step. He tried secretly, and it is true that he does not know martial arts, but he does not have the money and hypocrisy of a businessman, but is more like a scribe with a needle in his mouth.

The man lets go of Qi Surong and walks away.

The next day, Qi Surong finally learned the identity of the man from other sources—the young patriarch of the Boya tribe, "War Wolf" Yilun.

In the memory of the previous life, the Boya warriors led by this young patriarch were all loyal and brave, and they were called the clan of dead warriors by later generations. Of the more than a dozen tribal alliances, only the fighters of the Boya tribe died on the battlefield, including Yilun. Even if you stand in a hostile position, you have to admire it. The emperor not only admired their bravery, but also 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 a little, the world is like chess, no matter how outstanding a person is, it is difficult to match the general trend of history.

"What? Five Western Region Green Pearls for all food and grass?" 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 ordinary sea pearls, and five green pearls can buy hundreds of catties of rice at most.

"That's four." Bale folded his hands and smiled, "Anyway, we are not in a hurry, we can discuss it slowly."

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

"Okay, then you stay here, and we will talk to you when our young patriarch has time." Barle said indifferently.

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

"What? How many shipments do you have?" Pale asked suspiciously, "How many are there?"

"There will be no less than this batch of goods." Qi Surong said calmly, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the Huxia tribe to find out."

Balle stopped talking, looked at her for a while, then turned and left.

Of course Qi Surong knew what he was going to do, so he didn't feel flustered, but ordered the staff to list all the groceries except grain and grass for ordinary people to choose.

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

Xiao Liu understood and followed the other guys to handle the groceries.

After a while, there was a quarrel on Xiaoliu's side, and several big men scolded him fiercely, but he didn't get in, and seemed to say a few more annoying words, which caused one of the big men to raise his fist Throw it at him.

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

"Stop!" Both voices sounded at the same time.

Qi Surong came out more and more, and raised his eyes to see Yilun coming from the other side. The latter glanced at her seemingly absently, then looked at Xiao Liu and the others, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Xiao Liu curled up and lay on the ground, his face and hands were covered with bruises, and there were spots of blood on his clothes, it looked like he was seriously injured.

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

"Hmm..." Xiao Liu's expression was distorted, and he couldn't say a few words.

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

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

She regained her composure and said, "Young Patriarch, let's ignore the reason why these 'warriors' besieged me, Gu Guy, can you ask a doctor to take care of his injuries first?"