"Yuwen Pubo claimed that the Murong family occupied the grassland belonging to the Yuwen family, and Murong said that Yuwen Pubo deliberately provoked conflicts between the tribes and the Murong family in order to gain a foothold among the tribes. It was really a matter of being right and said that the mother was right." Sima Ji, who was bored, picked up the cup and took a sip, and smacked his lips, "There were no conflicts in previous years. It should not be like this year. What do you think?"

Youzhou is an important frontier town, and it is inevitable to deal with the Hu people. Of course, the retainers of the country must also know the Hu tribe in the north. As soon as they finished speaking, the lower leader Feng Ji spoke, "Yuwen Pubo, the leader of the Yuwen family, succeeded to the throne four years ago, and the previous leader Yuwen Mohuai was killed by his tribes. This seems that the Murong family's statement is more reliable."

"Who knows how Yuwen Mohuai died?" Tong Jiang smiled and said slowly, "Since ancient times, the parties involved can't do anything for power? Maybe Yuwen Pu was fooling his brother and usurped the throne."

Why does this sound so uncomfortable? Is this retainer reflecting something? Sima Ji glanced at Tong Jiang without saying a word, and shook his head after a moment of silence, "Things are not simple, maybe it's not just about Murong and Yuwen."

"I heard that Yuwen Pubo was established by Tuoba Chuo's leader before his death. If it weren't for Tuoba Chuo's help, Yuwen Pubo would not have been able to take up the position of the leader. Tuoba and Yuwen were in-laws. Yuwen Pubo's legitimate son took Tuoba Chuo's daughter." Yan Yan clearly explained the whole story and stopped talking about it, and asked Sima Ji to decide.

"The Duan and Murong are also in-law relationships, one, one, one, two, two, interesting." Sima Ji held his chin with one hand and said slowly, "For the single-wheeled tribes, the Murong tribes have the least number of people. The Xianbei tribes are in a balanced state. This is not a good thing for me, the people of Youzhou have been stable in recent years. I don't want them to cause trouble at this time. No matter what the situation is, they must settle down."

Who knows how long Jia Nanfeng can tolerate the prince? Can history still be used as a reference now? The possibility of the prince being killed exists at any time, and no one knows when that moment will come. In recent years, Sima Ji must have tried every means to stabilize the north. When the military battles were in a melee, it has always been Sima Ji's goal.

At this time, Sima Ji was on the desk with both hands, slowly straightened his waist, looked around, and saw everyone's reactions, "I am going to pretend to be ignorant of the relationship between the four Xianbei peoples, and I will focus on Yuwen and Murong. There is no way."

Among the four Xianbei people, there are three that border Youzhou. The westernmost Tuoba clan only has a little contact with Youzhou. In fact, it should be a matter that the governor of Bingzhou should be concerned about. If Tuoba clan is added, the difficulty of operation will become extremely high.

Seeing that Sima Ji seemed to have an idea, several people kept silent and waited for the King of Yan to give in.

"Tomorrow, I and the governor will hold a banquet at the Yan Palace to tell Murong Li and Yuwen Mohuai to prepare for the meeting." Sima Ji ordered.

"Your Highness wants to follow Cao Wei's actions and eliminate future troubles forever?" Yan Yan thought about his superiors and reached out to make a gesture of slashing.

"I thought too much, it's not the Hongmen Banquet." Sima Ji spoke impatiently. He remembered that he said that Yan Yan should not always be so smart, flattering without distinguishing the occasion, and giving advice without considering the general environment.

Yan Yan meant that Sima Ji followed the example of Wei's assassination of Ke Bineng, and took advantage of the opportunity that the leaders of the two tribes were in Jicheng to capture Murong Wei and Yuwen Mohuai in Jicheng. But the overall environment was completely different. Ke Bineng had almost unified the Xianbei and was a big trouble in himself. The Xianbei now is divided, and it would be even more chaotic if the two leaders were missing.

This goes against Sima Ji's idea of ​​stabilizing the border. Moreover, assassination was a bad strategy. If it weren't for Zhuge Liang's northern expedition, Ke Bineng's troops would have echoed Zhuge Liang in the north, the Wei State would not have made such a bad strategy.

This time, the leaders of the two tribes came to Jicheng by following the imperial edict. If Sima Ji killed the two people, what would the strongest Tuoba and Duan think? Otherwise, they would always make jokes because of their knowledge.

However, this was Sima Ji's first time doing such an errand. He practiced a kind smile in the mirror for a long time, and I don't know if he could buy it.

"Husband, you'd better be the same as usual. If you can't let Hamoni sit beside you, she will always smile foolishly, much better than you." Yang Xin happened to see this scene when she came in, and she had goose bumps all over her body, and said with disgust, "If the two leaders of the tribe see you like this, it would be a Hongmen Banquet."

Sima Ji turned around and looked at Yang Xin with a dark face, and moved his eyes down on his bulging belly, breathed a sigh of relief, and endured it.

"It seems to be a bit weird!" Sima Ji walked away and thought about himself in the mirror just now. He had to admit that what Yang Xin said made sense and that a smile did not conform to his temperament.

Murong Li and the others also came out of their residence. The Yan Prince's Mansion was not far away. They walked a road and looked around. They were full of a peaceful and peaceful scenery. People of all kinds were still doing what they should do, and they did not look panic and afraid. A soldiers patrolling the city walked by not far away. When they met an old man with inconvenient legs and feet, they did not urged him impatiently, nor did they push away roughly, but slowly followed behind them. When they reached the spacious ground, they silently walked by the old man.

Authority is silent and does not need to be reflected through superficial things. Murong Ling saw this through the obedience of ordinary people. By contrast, his own tribes were still inferior.

On the way to approaching the Yan Prince's Mansion, Murong Jie and his group saw a group of people appearing on the opposite side from afar. They were dressed in Xianbei, but they were slightly different. Murong was very familiar with this dress, "He is the descendant of those Xiongnu bastards."

"Don't worry about them, you must experience the difficulties of the King of Yan." Murong Ling ordered softly, but his steps did not stop, and he continued to move forward face to face, without showing deliberate avoidance, neither humble nor arrogant.

The two groups of people were getting closer and closer, and they met in front of the gate of the Yan Prince's Mansion. They looked at each other with a very dissatisfaction, and then they stepped into the Yan Prince's Mansion with tacit understanding. They were very close but silent, and entered the mansion under the guidance of many powerful guards.
Chapter completed!