Father can be an enemy to the country

As soon as Chahan left, Chang Mao couldn't help but mutter: "It's good enough that we didn't kill that old dog, but we still want to invite him to drink?"

"If someone respects me one foot, I will respect him ten feet, do you understand?" Lan Yu rolled his eyes at him and said: "The prince will definitely summon Nahachu, and we can't let him say that we don't know etiquette when the time comes."

"Talk about etiquette with him?" Chang Mao curled his lips: "He doesn't deserve it."

"It's just a meal, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Lan Yu scolded: "Be honest the day after tomorrow and don't make trouble, do you hear me?"

"Yes, uncle." Chang Mao nodded, and it was unknown whether he heard it or not.

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A day later, Nahachu led his people to leave the old camp and came to Fuhei Mountain.

He first ordered his people to wait outside the Ming army camp, and he led more than a hundred leaders, personal guards, and carried generous gifts to meet Lan Yu.

Lan Yu also attached great importance to Nahachu's visit, and brought Chang Mao, Nanxiong Hou Zhao Yong, Dudu Geng Zhong and other senior generals to greet him at the door.

"This is the famous King Kaiyuan, right? I have long admired you." Lan Yu bowed and said loudly.

"I am ashamed to say that I am just a defeated general." Nahachu quickly dismounted to return the greeting, and said respectfully: "I have long admired General Lan. I thought that before surrendering, I must meet the man who defeated me."

"Hahaha, King Kaiyuan, you are joking!" Lan Yu stretched out his hand to help Nahachu up, and said with a smile: "You and I will be ministers in the same palace in the future, and all the things in the past are in the past. Come on, I will introduce you..."

He introduced Chang Mao, Zhao Yong and others to Nahachu, and stretched out his hand to invite them: "I have prepared some wine in the camp, please come to the camp, King Kaiyuan."

"Be respectful is worse than obedience." Nahachu nodded happily, and walked into the camp with Lan Yu.

Seeing that the original Huletu camp had been completely occupied by the Ming army, Nahachu felt bitter again, but he had to admit that the Ming army's camp was so strict and the military appearance was so magnificent that he had never seen it before.

It was not unfair to lose to such an opponent...

It should be said that Lan Yu still took Zhu Zhen's instructions seriously. He did not deliberately arrange troops and show off his military strength, nor did he mention words such as "defeat" and "surrender" to stimulate Nahachu. He was so polite that he invited him into the central army tent.

In the central army tent, a rectangular table made of several square tables was filled with large plates and bowls, all of which were hard dishes such as braised pork, stewed chicken, stewed fish, stewed roe deer, and stewed goose. They were shiny and steaming, making people salivate.

Lan Yu invited Nahachu to take the seat and said with a smile: "There is nothing delicious in the mountains. We have to put together such a table of dishes. Taiwei, please make do with it for now. When we return to Nanjing, I will treat you to a good meal."

"Oh, this is already very good." Nahachu insisted on not taking the seat and asked Lan Yu to sit. "We can't have such a good meal during the New Year."

"Haha, you can eat more freely in the future." Lan Yu and Nahachu could not give in, and finally they sat together at the top. The subordinates of the two men were divided into left and right and sat down in turn.

A few days ago, they were enemies who were irreconcilable, but now they sat down to eat at the same table. The change was too fast, which made the generals on both sides feel a little at a loss. They sat there staring at each other, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

"Pour the wine!" Lan Yu called out, and a soldier picked up the wine jar, knocked off the mud seal, and filled the wine for everyone at the table.

"This wine is not bad." Lan Yu picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Today we won't go home until we are drunk."

"Oh, it's really rich in aroma." Nahachu smiled and picked up the bowl to smell it. He was really drunk.

"Here, this first bowl of wine, welcome the arrival of the general!" Lan Yu toasted Nahachu, and Nahachu quickly clinked the bowl with him, and then they both raised their heads and drank it all.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!" The generals on both sides also picked up the wine bowls, toasted each other, and then drank it all.

"Ha..." Nahachu drank a bowl of wine, and felt his stomach burning. He couldn't help sighing: "This wine is really strong."

"Of course, Liaodong Shaodaozi, the strongest wine in the world, is most suitable for us real men!" Lan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's refreshing. I haven't drunk it for a long time. Today, I am also benefiting from the general."

"Haha, it's the general who should benefit from me." Nahachu laughed hurriedly.

"Who cares who's taking advantage of whom? Drinking to your heart's content is the right thing to do." Lan Yu laughed and asked the sergeant to refill his glass, and continued to toast Nahachu for the second round of wine.

Both sides were good drinkers, and they were naturally very happy to eat big chunks of meat and drink big bowls of wine. After a few bowls of strong wine, the awkward atmosphere before was gone, and they even began to call each other brothers.

At this time, Lan Yu finished toasting, and Nahachu stood up with the wine bowl.

This wine was really too strong. It was fine when he was sitting, but when he stood up, he felt dizzy and his tongue was swollen.

"General, General, I toast you a bowl." Nahachu said to Lan Yu: "We Mongolians respect heroes the most, and you are a real hero."

"Hahaha, just so-so." Lan Yu waved his hands with a red face, and his movements were obviously more exaggerated than usual. Obviously, he was drunk.

"I want to make friends with you. If you think highly of me, drink this bowl of wine." Nahachu drank a bowl with him, picked up another bowl, and continued to say with a big tongue: "If you don't drink... you look down on me, old Ha." "Hey, you look down on me and invite you to drink. Ask them how many people I have invited to drink?" Lan Yu pointed at his generals, and Zhao Yong and others hurriedly shook their heads: "None of them have invited us to drink."

"That's such an honor..." Naha took out the wine bowl and handed it to Lan Yu: "This is the toasting method of our grassland. After drinking, you will become a true friend."

"If according to the custom of your grassland, you are not allowed to sing a song when toasting?" Chang Mao couldn't help but said half-jokingly, half-sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm talking to the lieutenant. Don't interrupt." Lan Yu waved her hand and took the wine bowl from Naha. She saw that the cuffs of his Mongolian robe were frayed. It was obvious that the conditions in Qingyun Mountain were indeed... It's a little tougher.

He put the wine bowl on the table, then took off his brocade robe, handed it to Naha and said, "You can't see anyone in this outfit, so put on this one."

His original intention was that the clothes Naha had given out were too old and it would be unseemly to wear them to meet the prince. So it was out of kindness to give him my new clothes.

But Naha's expression was not good-looking, and she actually refused with a forced smile.

The reason is also very simple. The Mongolian robe he wears is not only a piece of clothing, but also represents his Mongolian identity. Now Lan Yu asks him to surrender wearing Han clothes. How humiliating is this?

If he agrees to this, he will become the biggest laughing stock on the grassland. The majestic Kaiyuan King and Dayuan Taiwei were forced to put on Han clothes and surrender, but they actually complied with the request. What kind of cowards and cowards are they?

"No, no, I'm more accustomed to wearing my own old clothes." Naha declined: "The general's kindness is too old to take in."

"You're welcome, it's just a piece of clothing." Lan Yu thought Naha Chu was being polite to her, so she took the clothes with her own hands and insisted on wrapping them up for him.

Nahachu couldn't help but say, "This is not about clothes." He surrendered and kept talking about national integrity, but he couldn't keep his face and was forced to change into Han clothes. He just twisted his arms and refused to put it on, and both sides froze there.