Fish swimming around the world

No wonder they say that a person with a wealth of knowledge and poetry will be elegant. After three years of transformation of the Chinese people, Du Lun could not hide his unique temperament. This is hard to detect at ordinary times, but when standing among a group of barbarians, it is easy to present a sharp contrast.

Looking at Du Lun who stopped the soldiers and rode his horse alone from a distance, Jiang Fan suddenly had a thought: Is it right to let Du Lun go back? If he is out of control, then... a trace of murderous intent flashed through his heart in an instant.

However, the first sentence Du Lun said after approaching made Jiang Fan sigh softly in his heart.

——Is she okay?

She, of course, is Tian Luoyu. Du Lun did not change because of the change of his clothes and identity. He did not even greet Jiang Fan first, and asked Tian Luoyu.

Jiang Fan nodded: "I gave her the things, as you wished, she doesn't know."

Du Lun's eyes flashed with gratitude, and he bowed slightly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, I want to tell you that she is a little strange and asked me three times why the winter melon head disappeared."

Du Lun's eyes showed a trace of relief.

Jiang Fan blew his hand, "It's freezing outside, why don't you invite me in for a glass of mare's milk?"

Du Lun rode his horse: "My father's scout has sent a message and will arrive at dusk. Your Highness, please follow me into the tent and wait."

Both sides set up camp, and Jiang Fan led seven young strong men to follow Du Lun into the camp of Zuo Xian Wang.

The tent was very large, the bonfire was blazing, and it was very warm. Because it was newly built, there was not so much fishy smell.

What Jiang Fan found particularly interesting was that a few sandalwood sticks were lit in the tent, which further covered up the strange smell.

It must be Du Lun's intention, and other barbarians would not have such an idea.

Du Lun followed his gaze and said, "The prince likes cleanliness, and the smell should be fresh, so we should arrange some."

Jiang Fan smiled: "That's thoughtful."

Both parties sat down by the campfire. Du Lun dismissed the attendants and looked around at the seven people around Jiang Fan. He actually smiled and raised his hands to perform a standard Chinese etiquette.

"Du Lun, hello to everyone."

Except Lu Hanting, who had hardly spoken to him, the rest were all acquaintances. They didn't have much opposition to Du Lun when they saw him again.

Meng Yi laughed and stretched his neck, staring at Du Lun: "Okay, Lao Du, are you back to be your prince? Pretty impressive."

Du Lun laughed: "Tiger Head, I heard that you have also made a great name for yourself and were promoted to Tiger Power Captain. Congratulations."

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. When did the two guys give each other nicknames?

Meng Yi looked him up and down: "I haven't fought with you for a year. Let me see you later. You may not be my opponent now."

Du Lun is ten years older than Meng Yi. When he entered the mortal realm, only Meng Yi broke through the Grand Master realm. He was indeed not Du Lun's opponent. But now Meng Yi's progress really surprised Du Lun.

"The Meng family's young tiger is indeed extraordinary, but I have now entered the Saint realm, and you are still a little behind."

Meng Yi snorted: "Old man, I, Meng Yi, beat the Martial Saint when I just entered the Martial Honor. You know that. If you don't accept it, let's go out and spar first. Come back and drink."

Jiang Fan waved his hand quickly: "Don't mess around!"

Meng Yi stuck out his tongue and showed his biceps to Du Lun, and then stopped talking.

Lin Nanyan was even more familiar. While they were chatting, Lin Nanyan had already eaten with Hathaway without hesitation. There were two roasted whole lambs on the fire, which were obviously prepared long ago, and now the heat was just right.

"Big chin, if you say your grasslands are not good at anything, it's cold and the products are poor, but this mutton is delicious."

Lin Nanyan, the fairy in the palace, gets along well with everyone, including Du Lun and Hathaway, two foreigners.

Du Lun was also very happy to see her, and cut off the goat's eggs with his own hands and handed them to her: "Miss Lin has always liked strong tastes."

Lin Nanyan snorted, took it without any reservation, and put it on the porcelain plate in front of Jiang Fan, "This is for the young master."

Jiang Fan was speechless, and they were not shy.

Montaigne didn't feel anything strange either. He knew about Du Lun's affairs, and he also understood Jiang Fan's idea of ​​letting him go on the way, so he didn't have any hostility towards Du Lun, and even felt that this person was fundamentally different from the barbarians he had seen.

After a brief greeting, Jiang Fan looked at Du Lun: "How do you feel about coming back?"

Du Lun thought for a while, "I don't know how to say it, a very strange sense of gap. The sky of the grassland is still so vast, the grassland is still so vast, the cattle and sheep are still so fat, and the folk customs... are still so fierce. It's just..."

He shook his head: "Some feelings, I can't say."

Jiang Fan seemed to understand it, and he didn't know whether he should be happy. This sense of gap has always existed, but no one has specifically summarized and described it. This is a gap in living environment and a gap in civilization.

He is just worried that this gap will bring a bad direction, just like the barbarians think that the Chinese should not enjoy this treasure alone, and their desire to go south has never been cut off. I hope Du Lun will not have such a paranoid idea.

"Don't say it if you can't say it, just experience it slowly, how do your father and brothers treat you?"

Three years have passed, and the former eldest prince Du Lun left the tribe. I don't know how much he has changed during this period. At least Jiang Fan knew that his second brother, who had always been unwilling to be lonely, was ready to make a move. He took advantage of Du Lun's absence to expand his power. Now in the eyes of the clan members, his status has surpassed Prince Du Lun, and many people are even calling for the second prince to be made the heir.

But Du Meng never showed any intention to replace Du Lun, including several important elders in the tribe who remained silent.

The main reason is simple, business with Jiang Fan. Only Du Meng and a handful of people knew the inside story about this matter. They understand that the Zuoxian King's tribe is now inseparable from Du Meng, the most important middleman. Therefore, even though there was sometimes great external pressure and some of them were mentally unstable, they all pressed on forcefully.

"Everything is fine." Du Lun was unexpectedly calm.

Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Du Lun, if you say these three words, it means something is not going well."

Du Lun's brows moved slightly, knowing that he couldn't hide it from this powerful prince: "The second brother united with the third brother and the fifth brother, and won the support of nearly half of the tribe in the past three years."

"It seems that your father is also interested." Jiang Fan said slowly.

Du Lun's eyes were a little dim, and he pondered for a moment and said: "It's not my fault, the father, the grassland cannot live without a clear heir."

Jiang Fan understood what he said. Historically, every king on the grassland would establish a successor as soon as possible. The main reason was that every king's tent in the grassland was composed of countless large and small tribes. Once something happened to the king, there would be no clear decision. As for the successor, there will inevitably be constant internal disputes, and it will be very easy to be cannibalized by external divisions. It is not surprising that a powerful force will fall apart in an instant.