No wonder it is said that China is full of poetry and calligraphy. After three years of Chinese transformation, Du Lun cannot hide its unique temperament. This is usually difficult to detect, but when standing among a group of barbarians, it becomes clear

It's easy to show a sharp contrast.

Looking at Du Lun from a distance, who had stopped the soldiers and approached on horseback alone, Jiang Fan suddenly had an idea, was it right to let Du Lun back? If he was out of control, then...he felt in his heart for a moment

A hint of murderous intent passed through.

However, Du Lun's first words after he approached made Jiang Fan sigh slightly in his heart.

——Is she okay?

She was, of course, Tian Luoyu. Du Lun did not change because of the changes in her attire and identity. She did not even greet Jiang Fan first and asked about Tian Luoyu.

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

A trace of gratitude flashed across Du Lun's eyes, and he bowed slightly: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. By the way, let me tell you, she was a little strange. She asked me three times why the winter melon head was missing."

There was a hint of relief in Du Lun's eyes.

Jiang Fan rubbed his hands and said, "It's freezing outside, why don't you invite me in for a glass of kumiss?"

Du Lun rode his horse: "My father's scouts have sent the message and they will arrive at dusk. Your Majesty, please follow me into the tent and wait."

Both sides set up camp respectively, and Jiang Fan led seven young powerful men into King Zuo Xian's camp along with Du Lun.

The tent is very spacious, the campfire is roaring, and it is very warm. Because it is newly built, there is not that much fishy smell.

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

It must be Du Lun's intention. It is impossible for other barbarians to have such thoughts.

Du Lun followed his gaze and said, "Your Majesty likes to be clean, the smell must be fresh, and some arrangements must be made."

Jiang Fan smiled: "I'm determined."

The two parties sat down in front of the bonfire. Du Lun dismissed the attendants and looked around at the seven people around Jiang Fan. A smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hands and gave a standard Chinese salute.

"Du Lun, I've met you all."

Except for Lu Hanting, who had barely spoken to him, the rest were all acquaintances. When they saw Du Lun again, they didn't have much antagonism.

Meng Yi laughed and stretched his neck, glaring at Du Lun: "Okay, Lao Du, are you coming back to be your prince? It's quite majestic."

Du Lun laughed: "Hutou, I heard that you have also gained a great reputation and been promoted to the rank of Colonel Huwei. Congratulations."

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

Meng Yi looked at 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 world, only Meng Yi had broken through to the Grand Master realm. He was indeed not Du Lun's opponent. But now Meng Yi's entry into the realm really surprised Du Lun.

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

Meng Yi snorted: "Old Capital, I, Meng Yi, defeated the Martial Saint when I first entered the Martial Master. It's not like you don't know. If you don't accept it, let's go out and spar first. Then we'll drink again when we come back."

Jiang Fan quickly waved his hand: "Stop messing around!"

Meng Yi stuck out his tongue, flexed his biceps at Du Lun, and then stopped talking.

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

"Big Chin, I have to say that your grassland is not good at anything. It's freezing cold and the products are shabby, but this mutton has to be said to be delicious."

Lin Nanyan, the royal elf, gets along well with everyone, including two foreigners, Du Lun and Hathaway.

Du Lun was very happy when he saw her. He cut off the eggs with his own hands and handed them to her: "Miss Lin has always liked heavy talk."

Lin Nanyan made a sound, took it without reservation, and placed it on the porcelain plate in front of Jiang Fan, "This belongs to the young master."

Jiang Fan was speechless and didn't show up.

There was nothing strange about Montaigne. He knew about Du Lun, and he also understood Jiang Fan's idea of ​​letting him come back on the way. Therefore, he had no hostility toward Du Lun. He even felt that this man was already related to the barbarian he had seen.

essentially different.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Fan looked at Du Lun: "How does it feel to be back?"

Du Lun thought for a while, "I don't know how to put it, it's a very strange sense of gap. The sky on 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: "There are some feelings that I can't put into words."

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

He is just worried that this gap will lead to a bad direction, just like the barbarians who feel that the Chinese should not have exclusive access to this precious treasure, and their desire to go south has never been cut off. He hopes that Du Lun will not have such paranoid thoughts.

"If you can't say it, don't say it. Let's slowly understand it. How do your father and brothers treat you?"

Three years have passed. Du Lun, the former eldest prince, left the tribe. I don’t know how much 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 take advantage of Du Lun’s absence to develop his power. Now he is in the tribe.

In his mind, his status has surpassed that of Prince Dulun, and many people are even calling for the second prince to be his 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 very simple, the business with Jiang Fan. Only Du Meng and a handful of people know the inside story about this matter. They understand that the Zuo Xian King's Department is now inseparable from Du Meng, the most important middleman. Therefore, despite sometimes external pressure

It was very big, and some of them were mentally unstable, but they all pressed it down 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 could not hide this powerful prince: "The second brother united with the third brother and the fifth brother, and in the past three years, he has won the support of nearly half of the tribe."

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

Du Lun's eyes dimmed a bit, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "It's not my fault, 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.
Chapter completed!