There are eight passes in Taihang, seven horizontal and one vertical. Baixing is one of the east-west directions, crossing the Xingdao in the south Taihang.

The word Xing is used to describe a very narrow and difficult road, and the same is true for Bai Xing.

The path that was so narrow that it could only accommodate a carriage was lined with lush vegetation. The sound of horseshoes and wheels crushing often made snakes and insects in the grass nearby flee. From time to time, a few birds flapped their wings and fell on the high branches, staring at Wei Xiang and his party passing by their feet from a high place.

"Zhongsha, the bird seems to be mocking us." Wei Jing said to Wei Xiang beside him.

Wei Xiang couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "The birds can't speak."

Wei Jing said aloud and took out a bow and arrow from behind: "Zhongshuzi, I will treat you to roasted birds at noon today."

Wei Jing took a bow and took an arrow and shot the chubby bird on the branch. I don’t know what kind of feathers it was.

With a whoosh, the fat bird flew into the sky in a scream.

Wei Jing put down the bow and arrow, looked at Wei Xiang with some shame, and said, "The carriage is so shaky!"

Wei Xiang nodded with a smile.

I have not been to Taihang Mountain, but the vegetation conditions in Taihang Mountains are still quite unexpected to Wei Xiang, because he actually saw many tropical plants that were only seen when he later went to Hainan for a trip.

Wei Jing spoke again: "Zhongshuzi, do you think we will encounter elephants? I heard that Rongdi specially trained elephants as mounts, and the momentum was amazing when fighting."

Wei Xiang thought about it and found that at this point the elephant seemed to have begun to retreat south of the Yellow River, so he said with certainty: "No, at least not in the Taihang Mountains."

Suddenly, Wei Xiang and Wei Jing noticed something and looked up at the same time.

The fat bird just now went back, but this time it obviously learned its lesson and landed on a tree farther away from Wei Xiang and others.

Wei Jing was furious and shot him with an arrow again, but this time the Fat Color Bird was obviously prepared and avoided him more easily.

Wei Jing was so angry: "This stinky bird!"

But Wei Xiang's face became very serious: "Silence."

The next moment, Wei Xiang suddenly sang: "But is the person from Neijiu Tathagata? We are the envoy of Zhao, and we come to ask for a visit if we have something to do!"

Wei Xiang's voice was thick and spread from afar, and many birds were disturbed and flew into the sky.

Wei Jing was shocked and subconsciously grabbed the longbow beside him, but immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Son of the Zhongshu, there should be no one here, so many birds."

Wei Xiang ignored Wei Jing and shouted twice.

Wei Jing shrugged and said, "Zhongshuzi, it is impossible to get here less than ten miles from Xingkou..."

Wei Jing's words suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face instantly turned into horror.

There was a group of Di people in the woods. They had strange tattoos on their arms, barefoot and dark skin, and their eyes were filled with dangerous and vigilant light, holding bows, arrows, spears and some copper weapons in their hands.

The fifty soldiers of the Wei family took action immediately and protected Wei Xiang and five carriages in the center, but this did not make people feel at ease, because the number of Di people appeared in the forest was at least four or five hundred, nearly ten times that of Wei Xiang and others, and completely blocked the front and back roads of Wei Xiang and his party.

Wei Xiang was not panicked at all, but smiled and held the flagpole in front of the carriage and waved it hard a few times.

This is a red flag of Zhao.

The Di people suddenly scattered, and a young man came out from the crowd.

Unlike other Di people, the young man wore a crown woven with colorful feathers on his head, which looked obviously a noble person.

A bird landed on the shoulder of the young man from the sky. It was the fat bird that Wei Jing had not shot at both arrows just now.

The young man's eyes stopped on the Zhao red flag for a few seconds before falling on Wei Xiang. After a moment, he spoke, "Who are you?"

I speak elegant words, but my accent is very strong, and it is difficult to understand if I don’t listen carefully.

Wei Xiang bowed and said, "I am Wei Xiang, the concubine of Zhao's family. How dare I ask the name of the emperor, but I am just a wise man?"

The young man said coldly: "Lan Ji! What's your business?"

Wei Xiang smiled and pointed to the carriage behind him, saying, "I came to see the leader of the Zhao clan, and I have something to discuss. These five carriages are gifts I brought."

Wei Xiang signaled Wei Jing with his eyes. Wei Jing immediately understood and took out an oak from the carriage behind him.

Wei Xiang patted the mud seal on the jar and smiled and said, "This is my Zhao family's fine wine. I wonder if the nobles are still satisfied?"

The aroma of wine was emitted with the air, and there were obvious sounds of swallowing saliva around him.

Wine is a very magical drink, especially for aliens!

Wei Xiang had already found out before coming that the gifts Zhao had always given to Nei Juru were all wine as the head, and bronze that could cast money and weapons was actually small heads.

Using grain to make wine is the highest production channel, and the fact that Neijuru lives in the mountains destined that they could not have so much grain to make enough wine.

As soon as the wine jar opened, even Lan Jie's face at the front moved slightly, obviously unable to control himself.

After talking a few words with the tribe members around her, who were about forty years old, Lan Jie pointed to Wei Xiang and said with a very stiff weapon: "Everyone, disarm, follow me."

Wei Xiang smiled and nodded: "No problem."

So, Wei Jing, who was originally sitting side by side with Wei Xiang, was quickly driven off the carriage and replaced by this young nobleman, Lan Jie.

However, in just a quarter of an hour, at least half of the jar of wine in Kaifeng had just entered Lan Jie's stomach!

Wine is the easiest thing to get closer, so Wei Xiang and Lan Jie quickly became much more enthusiastic.

Lan Jie raised her head and said, "Your lord Zhao Shuo is my brother!"

Wei Xiang, who was teasing the fat bird, was shocked, but immediately came to his senses: "Can you be a descendant of Shu Wei's family?"

Lan Jie's face became more and more proud: "Shuwei, he is the sister of my eldest father!"

Good guy, it turns out that he is Zhao Shuo's cousin.

But your aunt and uncle Wei were defeated and kidnapped and given away as spoils. What's the matter with your pride that is filled with your face?

Wei Xiang bowed and said, "It turns out that you are Zhao Meng's brother, you are so respectful."

Lan Jie laughed and exhaled a strong smell of alcohol from her mouth: "Are you here for Handan City?"

Wei Xiang nodded and said, "That's right, Zhao and Nei Juru are relatives after all. Now there is a big crisis in the city of Handan of Zhao. Naturally, I want to ask the leader of the Nei Juru to help the relationship between the two tribes."
Chapter completed!