Chapter 221 A Dream

When Wang An looked up, he bumped into a big face with a full beard.

Because when they sat down, Lin Danhan did not introduce the people present to Wang An, so Wang An did not know who this person was.

I only remember that the other party seemed to be sitting to the lower left of Ligdan Khan. According to the rules of seniority in the feudal era, he should be a very important figure in the Chahar tribe.

The man sat down next to Wang An, put his arm around Wang An's shoulders enthusiastically, raised the wine bowl in his hand and said, "Guest from the South, I am Ezhe, the eldest son of Lindan Khan!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, shall we have a drink?"

Wang An suddenly came to his senses, looked at Ezhe curiously, and immediately picked up the wine bowl and said, "It turns out to be Ezhe Taiji, I have heard of you for a long time!"

Historically, Lin Danhan was defeated and fled to Qinghai, where he eventually died of illness on the way, and the Chahar tribe under his command fell apart.

However, his eldest son, Ezhe, did not inherit Lindan Khan's will. Instead, two years later, he gave all his seven mothers to Huang Taiji.

He also took the last armed forces of the Chahar tribe and swore allegiance to the enemy who caused his father's defeat.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Ezhe is undoubtedly a soft-boned dog.

However, there was still a long time before the death of Ligdan Khan, and Ezhe was still the future heir of the Chahar tribe, which seemed to be in great glory.

But these have nothing to do with Wang An. Now he is just a businessman.

The two clinked glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

Wang An was not a very good drinker, and in such a sensitive and important occasion, he did not want to mess things up because of drinking, so he put down the wine bowl.

After all, it is hard to say whether these Tartars on the grassland will stab people with their swords if they get drunk and have a disagreement, so Wang An is not going to let himself get drunk.

However, Ezhe was too enthusiastic. He just drank a bowl of wine and then grabbed the jar of wine beside him to fill it up for Wang An.

"Come, come, come. You Southern Dynasty people have a saying that if you are destined to meet, you will meet even if you are thousands of miles apart. How can the distance between you and me be more than a thousand miles?"

"It is fate that we can meet today, and we must not leave until we are drunk!"

As the son of the powerful Ligdan Khan, Ezhe was naturally an important figure on the grasslands in the late Ming Dynasty.

But in the long river of history, it is just a fleeting flash of duckweed.

Therefore, Wang An only had a slight impression of Ezhe, but he was not clear about his specific personality, nor did he know whether he was naturally hospitable and enthusiastic.

Logically speaking, he was just a businessman from the Ming Dynasty. Although he was called the Imperial Merchant of the Ming Dynasty, it was just a title. Logically speaking, he did not deserve such warm hospitality from Ezhe.

But since they have shown goodwill, it is never a bad thing.

Wang An had no choice but to clink glasses with Ezhe again.

Because they used bowls to drink, the jar of wine was quickly emptied.

Wang An thought he could finally be free, but unexpectedly Ezhe raised his hand and immediately a maid came over with a jar of wine.

Wang An was a little dizzy at this time and did not notice that the jar of wine was opened.

But even if you notice it, you probably won't think much about it.

After all, with dedicated service, it is not difficult to understand why the wine jars are opened in advance.

Ezhe ignored Wang An's refusal and poured him another full bowl.

Wang An couldn't refuse, so he had to drink it reluctantly.

But this bowl of wine was the last straw that broke the camel's back. As soon as Wang An put down the bowl of wine, he immediately fell on the table and became drunk. When Ezhe saw Wang An drunk, he burst into laughter.

Seeing this, others also laughed contemptuously.

Lin Danhan even said contemptuously: "These Southern Dynasty people are not good at fighting, and they don't drink like men!"

Ezhe echoed, "I was thinking that this was an imperial merchant sent by the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and I must treat him well, but I didn't expect that it would be too soon!"

Lin Dan Khan said contemptuously: "He is just a small merchant, why does he need to be entertained by my son Lin Dan Khan?"

"Even if the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty came in person, this Khan would not take it seriously!"

However, in response to Lin Danhan's outrageous remarks, some people said: "But the Ming Emperor did a favor to our Chahar and saved the people and animals of the Dorlot tribe."

"The Han Chinese have a saying, 'Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face.' Since he is the imperial merchant of the Ming Dynasty, we should properly settle him."

Lin Danhan was a little unhappy, but he also felt that what his subordinates said made sense.

Although he had great ambitions, he was determined to unify the grassland and restore the glory of the Golden Family.

But he had to admit that the Jiannu in the east made him feel a sense of crisis.

The alliance with the Ming Dynasty can provide a lot of help to Chahar.

Even if it is false, you still need to pay attention to the surface work.

Thinking of this, Lin Danhan nodded and said, "Come here, find a tent for this Southern Dynasty man to rest."

"And by the way, arrange for someone to take care of him, so that he doesn't choke to death on his own vomit in the middle of the night!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another burst of laughter in the tent.

Ezhe's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he stood up and said, "Who asked me to sit next to this Southern Dynasty man? I have no choice but to do this job?"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Ezhe immediately called his servants and carried Wang An out of the Khan's tent.

At this time, the sky had become completely dark, and the smile on Ezhe's face suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

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"Water, give me some water..." Wang An felt extremely thirsty while sleeping, and dazedly wanted Da Lu to pour him some water.

But after shouting for a long time, I felt the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted.

Wang An thought it was his father or his wife who brought him some water. He turned over and faced upward, ready to drink.

However, the imagined water did not come, but a vague figure lay on top of him, tearing Wang An's clothes madly and confusedly.

Wang An became even thirstier. He felt a flame spreading from his mouth to his whole body, and the blazing flame was burning wildly.

"Water, um..." Wang An's call was blocked in his throat, but the sweet and slightly cold juice immediately slid into Wang An's mouth along the corners of his lips.

The elastic object pressed against Wang An's chest, making the fire in his heart burn even hotter, so he desperately demanded more...

The sounds of breathing and collision, like a symphony of life, echoed in this dark tent!
When the light of the morning sun fell on Wang An's eyelids, Wang An raised his hands with great effort to block the sunlight, feeling as if his whole body was falling apart.

It was like being on a battlefield, fighting the enemy for three days and three nights.

"Alas... alcohol is harmful to people. The more I drink, the crazier I become. I actually had such a dream." Wang An didn't know what he was sighing about, with an obscene smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)