It's going to be late.

He Rongjin raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, patted the broken peanut skin in front of his collar, untied the gourd from his waist, and just as he raised his hand, he was about to knock on the table when the gourd was picked up by a shop clerk who knew his habits.

"Or full?" the shop guy asked in a not-so-fluent Zhongyuan speech.

He Rongjin smiled and said, "You can ask, can you understand?"

The shop guy looked at him blankly.

He Rongjin waved his hand and said in Turkic words: "Go, go, all are full."

"Okay." The shop guy agreed in Turkic words and went with a smile.

He Rongjin looked at the inn. This Mingyue Inn was run by people from the Central Plains, with bricks, tiles, tables and stools all in the style of the Central Plains. But such a shop is located far away from the Central Plains and is located in the mainland of Turks. There are Turks around him. If you taste something fresh, how can you make it prosperous? It only depends on their group of regular customers who like the Central Plains to support it. But it is thanks to its support, otherwise it would be possible for him, who is used to drinking rice wine, to satisfy his cravings.

The shopkeeper came to drink, took the cloak and put it on him, and said in the strange words of Zhongyuan: "Master He, go slowly."

He Rongjin tied the gourd and walked out.

It was windy outside and sand was walking around the streets.

He touched his hair and thought helplessly: It's time to wear a hat when going out.

A rider suddenly ran over the other side of the street and shouted as he ran: "Master He!Master He!"

After staying in the Turks for a long time, he not only spoke quickly but also listened more quickly. In this way, there was no sense of incongruity.

He Rongjin waved and said, "Here."

The horse suddenly stopped, and a guard turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to him, "The special agent hurried to call you back home."

"Oh." He Rongjin held the reins and slowly touched the horse's mane, as if comforting it to work hard all the way.

"General Manager He." The guard's eyes were red with anxiety.

"Don't hurry, don't hurry, let it pant." He Rongjin led the horse one by one, sat on the horse, gently kicked the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out. As soon as he drank, his stomach suddenly became overturned. After finally reaching the door of the mansion, he jumped off the horse immediately.

A hand suddenly pressed his shoulder. He Rongjin was about to thank him, but the master who listened to his hand sneered: "I can't stand it even if I ride a horse, how can I take charge of General Sheng Wen?"

He Rongjin looked sideways. The man who pressed his shoulders had a high face, dark skin, and a head taller than him. He was the chief manager of Changwu, who shared the responsibility of the chief manager of the mansion with him.

"Thank you." He reached out and tried to push away the hand, but Tulu held his neck and refused to let go. He Rongjin couldn't laugh or cry, "The special agent has something to do to me."

Etulu then put down his hand, "You don't have to go in. Khan secretly ordered a special order to enter Kyoto for urgent matters. We will set off immediately."

He Rongjin said: "What's the matter?"

Etulu said: "I don't know."

"Then let me go and pack up two clothes first." He Rongjin said as he was about to walk in, when he saw Quezhu walking out of the mansion surrounded by the guards.

Quezhu's facial features look like Jibaqinkedun, and he is a famous handsome man in the Turks. His facial features are deep but not abrupt, and his lips are not smiling. He noticed He Rongjin and Etulu, and frowned almost invisibly, "What are you doing at the door? Why don't you get on the horse?"

He Rongjin said: "Yes."

Etulu asked in confusion: "Didn't you say you want to pack your clothes?"

He Rongjin said: "The special service has already ordered someone to help me clean up, so why should I do this forever?"

Quezhu looked over.

Etulu said: "How do you know that the secret service told someone to help you clean up?"

He Rongjin turned over the horse, touched the gourd around her waist, and smiled and said, "I just saw a bag, using a tablecloth that I modified with an old cloak."

Then Quezhu flew onto the horse and suddenly said to Etulu, who had already gotten on the horse, "I thought about it, you should stay and see the mansion."

E Tulu's face changed drastically: "Secret Service?"

Quezhu said: "The two general managers left together, no one in the mansion made any decisions."

"Then why is it me..." E Tulu stared at the back of He Rongjin's head.

He Rongjin said: "I am not good at riding horses, so I might as well stay and see the mansion."

Quezhu's eyes swept coldly across his face. He looked straight at him and lowered his head before waved his hand to Etulu, "He knows Chinese, Western Qiang, and may be able to use it. This matter is decided, so there is no need to say it again." He said, and he ran forward with his horse's belly.

The guards accompany.

He Rongjin looked back at Etulu and sighed, "Sorry."

"Hmph! The little cat cried rat!" E Tulu got off the horse and walked in angrily.

The sound of horse hooves became farther and farther away, and Quezhu couldn't even see his shadow, so He Rongjin had to follow the army.

It takes ten days to walk the official road from Sibert to Kyoto day and night. In order to arrive as early as possible, Quezhu takes shortcuts through forests and water, crosses mountains and ridges. The bumps and bumps are hard and hard to count.

In the first two days, He Rongjin was able to drink wine while watching the scenery along the road. Since the third day, he had no strength to raise his head and sat on the horse depressed. On two occasions, he almost fell off the horse. Fortunately, Quezhu had already seen that he was exhausted and called two personal guards to take care of him along the road, and then he continued to drag his life.

After enduring this until the eighth day, they finally arrived before the Kyoto gate was closed.

Looking at the buildings along the street, He Rongjin felt dry mouth. Even though he was reluctant to drink, the rice wine of a gourd could only last until the fifth day. It was more painful for him to not drink wine for three days than not eating for three days.

A wine shop suddenly appeared in front of him, and the rich aroma of wine immediately seduced all the wine insects on his body. He swallowed and was about to stop the horse when he heard a whip waving in front of him.

He hurriedly nodded and avoided.

The whip ran through the air and took back the hand of Quezhu. He glared at He Rongjin warningly, quickly turned around and continued to gallop.

After just one trip, the wine shop has fallen behind.

He Rongjin sighed lightly, bowed down and followed the horse.

When he arrived outside the Khan Palace, Quezhu was released without any notice. Even He Rongjin, who was not very concerned about Turkic political affairs, was secretly surprised.

Captain Ma drove straight in and was stopped after entering two doors.

Quezhu was called in alone, and He Rongjin and others were waiting in place. He looked at the palace guard standing upright, gave up the idea of ​​sitting on the ground, leaning halfway against the horse, and taking advantage of the force to rest.

After waiting for five hours, the palace guards changed a group. He Rongjin had no choice but to care about what others thought and sat down cross-legged. Although Quezhu's personal guards were still standing, their backs were no longer as straight as before.

The closed door finally opened, but it was not Quezhu, but Mika Yehu. He is Shanali Khan's younger brother, Quezhu's uncle, and his power is second only to Shanali Khan in Kyoto. He waved his hand and said, "Quezhu Special Forces has been named Little Khan. Stay in the palace tonight. You can go back to the Special Forces Mansion first."

The personal guards all looked at He Rongjin. Quezhu was not here, and he, General Sheng Wen, was the head of the company.

Mi Jia looked at him, "Are you the chief manager of the Central Plains in the Little Khan's mansion?"

He Rongjin said: "My home is at the foot of Mount Taragato."

"The junction of the Turks, the Central Plains and the Western Qiang?" Mijia said: "What's your name?"

"He Rongjin."

"The name of the people in the Central Plains."

"My father comes from Central Plains."

He said: "You don't look like a Central Plains or a Turkic person."

He Rongjin said: "My mother is from the Western Qiang."

Mika nodded and said, "That's it. The little Khan will stay in Kyoto in the future. As the little Khan's general manager Shengwen, you must arrange everything. I will call my general manager Shengwen Ata, who will come and teach you tomorrow, and you will listen to him in the future."

He Rongjin lowered his head and hid his face in the shadow, "Yes."

It has been seven or eight years since the Sebastian special service, and the Sebastian in Kyoto is just a temporary residence. All the important things in the mansion have been moved to Sebastian. Now it is another trouble to move back.

As soon as He Rongjin entered the mansion, his head hurt.

There were less than ten servants in the mansion. When he came to Kyoto in the past, he would bring some from the Sibert Mansion. Now that the distant waters cannot quench near thirst, he had to recruit some temporary servants. However, the little Khan of Quezhu thought it was strange. I don’t know how many people were staring at this place. If they were not good, they would be afraid of attracting wolves into the house. He remembered the previous secret words, and didn’t know whether his purpose was good or evil, and he felt even more headache.

Seeing him covering his forehead, the servant asked carefully: "Master Rong Jin, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Chapter completed!