Gold escape plan

The rest of the journey went well.

Three days later, the welcoming team from Tikal, led by Balaji and others, arrived at the Copan Palace.

They were warmly received by King Mughal, the new lord of Copan.

King Mughal already had a good heart with Tikal, and entertained them with Copan's highest courtesy.Even though Copan had just experienced civil strife and everything was waiting to be done, they still lived very comfortably during the two days of their stay.

Walking all the way before, you can see some places passing by along the way, and there are still some ruins that have not been cleaned up.

The Maya designed by Huo Qin belonged to the era of cold weapons. There were no firearms, and there were no gunpowder and guns when fighting. They were all supported by guns, swords, guns and giant catapults.

As soon as the catapults came up, houses were bound to be destroyed, followed by people living in dire straits.

There are even unkempt old people and children on the road. The men all go out to do business or do manual labor, leaving the women at home to do some needlework and mending in order to rebuild the house.

However, thanks to the short period of civil strife and the avoidance of the autumn harvest season, Copan did not experience large-scale famine and other disasters.

Ma Xiaorui sighed in his heart, silently calculating the weight of those things called Princess Sofia's "betrothal gift" brought over from Tikal.

Thousands of grains, thousands of pieces of cloth, tobacco, weapons, medicines, hundreds of carts of cocoa beans...and, King Mughal, the lord of Copan City, will definitely pay attention to it-agricultural measures.

They don't just give things, they give themselves precious knowledge.

Tikal really intends to establish an ally with Copan, otherwise the knowledge would not be passed on.

In fact, what Ma Xiaorui thinks is that if possible, he is more willing to share this knowledge with every corner of Maya, including civilians and slaves.This is the conclusion he came to after getting involved in the field of scientific research, and it is the same everywhere.

Knowledge is not only for one country, but for the whole world.

However, looking at it now, it is still a long way to let commoners and slaves share knowledge indiscriminately...

He pulled his mind back.

The things that Tikal gave to Copan, within two years, are enough to support it to reappear the appearance of the year.

Even if the atmosphere in the entire Mayan lowlands is tense and the war is imminent, these are enough to support Copan from falling into the abyss.

He saw the decadent scenes after the civil strife along the way, and he was deeply moved.He seemed to understand why the ancients regarded "peace as the most important thing", because once the war broke out, even if it was only a small-scale civil strife, it was still the common people who suffered.

This is the people living in dire straits.

In fact, compared to Tikal, Copan is not as prosperous as it is, but it also has a special flavor.

There are many businessmen in Copan, even in Tikal, a large number of itinerant businessmen are from Copan.

They are very smart and know how to manage. Most importantly, Copan is located inland, and the soil here nourishes a lot of things that other city-states do not have, such as spices, gold and silver, etc.

As a result, many merchants would go to various parts of the Maya to sell the special products of their city-state.

Secondly, their attire is also very similar to that of people from the Western Regions in ancient times. The men have curly mustaches and may even wear a hat on their heads.Sometimes he also leads a donkey by his side.When passing by them, it always feels like they will run over and sell spices to you in the next second...

It's just that Mi Bao would sneeze when he smelled spices. He sneezed countless times along the way, and finally couldn't help it anymore. He got into Ma Xiaorui's chest again, stuck his head into the deepest part of his clothes, and only exposed a tail out.

So along the way, more and more people stared at his chest.

Ma Xiaorui had no choice but to find a new dress, wrapped Mi Bao from head to toe, and hung it around his neck...

And the women here—

He was in the royal palace of Copan at this time, and together with a group of priests he brought over, he was enjoying the unique Copan dance that King Mughal had prepared for them.

Dancing girls have their hair up in high coils, or all loose, with only some symbolic decorations on the top of their heads.

They were wearing gauze skirts, holding clay pots in their hands, swaying under their feet, looking forward to their bright eyes, and their dance steps and postures were alluring and alluring. They were exactly what Ma Xiaorui thought of as beauties from the Western Regions.

He glanced at Garru who was sitting next to him, and the kid was already stunned.

In fact, all the low priests of Tikal he had brought with him were dumbfounded.

The women of Copan are full of wild beauty, which is not at all different from the graceful and reserved women of Tikal.They had already discovered it as they walked along the way.

The girls who are dancing are swaying their dance steps, and they can even vaguely see the beautiful jade legs under the gauze skirt.

Where have the priests who grew up in Tikal seen this kind of formation?

Even King Mughal and the high priest of Copan squinted their eyes and sipped fine wine to appreciate it. Ma Xiaorui was probably the only one in the whole room, peeling oranges and throwing grapes into his mouth like no one else was there.

Mi Bao grabbed him, and under the cover of the sound of the music, he called out in a low voice: "Hey, act like a straight man, at least take a look!"

Ma Xiaorui turned his head and glanced at it, carefully peeled a grape and stuffed it into its mouth: "Who said I didn't look at it?"

"I just don't look like them... look at the way they stare at people lewdly, they are not called straight men, they are called straight men with cancer..." he said.

"No..." Mi Bao pulled the grapes out of his mouth: "Compared with other priests, your image of a gentleman is as high as the Himalayas. You are too conspicuous...you will be in trouble..."

Ma Xiaorui twitched the corner of his mouth and threw another grape into his mouth.

"Don't look, I am a person of quality. Girls are used for respect." He said.

Mi Bao: "..."

Well...actually, I just want you to not be so conspicuous...

Then, I still have to help you...

It took a bite of the orange indifferently, then jumped off his shoulder, sniffing left and right at the fruits and snacks on the table.Two seconds later, the cat, who was "full of curiosity about everything here", "accidentally" kicked over a plate.

The yellow tabby was lifted onto his lap by his owner and told not to come on the table again.Then, the high priest Ma Xiaorui waved back the servant who came up to clean up the table in small steps, and began to clean up the rolled snacks on the table by himself.

"This time you have absolutely legitimate reasons not to look at other girls," Mi Bao flicked his tail: "How am I doing? Boss?"

"Won't you kick a plate with less snacks?" Ma Xiaorui squeezed out the words through his teeth.

After the song was over, the dancing girls left the room. All the priests of Tikal applauded and nodded in appreciation of the girls' dancing posture and King Mughal's careful arrangements.

King Mughal smiled modestly, turned to Ma Xiaorui, and asked, "Are you satisfied, my lord?"

Ma Xiaorui nodded in satisfaction, and stroked the cat nestled in his lap: "The girls danced really well, this dance is beautiful. Thank you King Mughal for making such a careful arrangement."

Afterwards, he smiled a little embarrassedly, and said humbly: "I was negligent with my cat, and it accidentally knocked over a plate of dim sum, causing trouble for everyone..."

King Mughal waved his hands again and again: "Where is that? How could it be? I saw that the adult's cat was always on the adult's shoulder before. It came down for the first time today. It must be like eating snacks! Then it doesn't matter if I give it a few boxes. Woolen cloth?"

Mi Bao yelled without losing the opportunity, broke free from Ma Xiaorui's shackles, jumped onto the table, sat down cautiously, and yelled softly again facing King Mughal.

Everyone laughed.

Afterwards, the cat was picked up by the well-mannered high priest, and imprisoned on his lap again.

Ma Xiaorui looked at his cat and reprimanded him in a low voice: "It's becoming more and more unruly!"

Then he raised his head, looked at King Mughal with a smile, lowered his head slightly, and said, "It's really troublesome for you..."

King Mughal waved his hands again and again.

The priest who presided over the banquet waved the flag in his hand again, and another group of girls with small drums came up to perform.When the song reached the first place, a woman appeared from behind the curtain.

The woman has a slender figure and is covered with a tulle, only revealing two big eyes.Those eyes were full of verve, extremely clear and clean, and at the same time had the inherent wildness and beauty of a Copan woman.

The woman is holding a qin in her hand, and the strings of the qin vibrate slightly with the drumbeats of the surrounding dancers, making a moving melody.A few seconds later, the dance music came to an abrupt end in the midst of sex, and the girls who accompanied the dance gradually receded. It seemed that the existence of this dance was only to set off the appearance of this woman.

The dance music stopped, everyone came back to their senses, and bursts of applause rang out around them.

The woman saluted them with Copan etiquette.

"This is my little sister, Princess Sophia," King Mughal introduced, "Just this year."

A waitress had come to take away the qin from the princess's hand long ago. She Shi Shiran sat behind a small table next to King Mughal, slightly lifting the tulle on her face and drinking the wine. There is no princess's delicate and reserved, and there is no affectation.

Ma Xiaorui put down her clapping hands and said with a smile: "The princess is born beautiful, with superb skills and extraordinary temperament. In a saying from my hometown, it is called talent."

"If such an excellent woman can be betrothed to the third prince of Tikal, it will be the glory of our city-state." He continued.

"Okay!" King Mughal clapped his hands: "With your words, I can safely marry my little sister into your country!"