"Then arrange the people brought by the rank outside the city?" Du Xi asked carefully, "The other movies will be handled accordingly?"

"If you dare, it doesn't matter if you arrange it in the inner city. Anyway, the place is big enough." Sima Ji chuckled, "Isn't it just ten thousand Xianbei people? If you arrange for outside the city to harass the tenants, it's better to place it in the inner city."

In the following days, Murong Ting, Yuwen Mo Ting, and Tuoba Luguan also arrived in Jicheng one after another, and were also arranged by Sima Ji in the inner city. There were tens of thousands of Xianbei people living in the inner city, but as the personal soldiers of the leader, these Xianbei people were quite honest.

Now a very tempting idea was conveyed by some officials to Sima Ji's ears, and he persuaded King Yan to close the inner city gate and solve all the four Xianbei leaders at once, so that the great troubles in the north could be relieved.

Sima Ji was unmoved at all and did not punish the officials who made the suggestions. Such officials had good intentions, but they just couldn't do it. This conclusion was because of historical research in later generations. Russia and Turkey once dug out the curtain of the Huns in Mongolia. Through genetic testing and genetic comparison with later generations of Mongolians, it proved that the genes of the Mongolians and the Huns were almost the same.

However, the language of the Mongols was not the Huns, and the language of the Xianbeis was classified into the Mongolian language system. Therefore, later Mongolians can be understood as descendants of the Huns who spoke Xianbei. As for the genes of the Turks, they were almost the same as those of the Greeks. Most of the Turks were just Greeks with Turkic culture.

After fighting along the Great Wall for so many years, Sima Ji could only change his thinking. Being able to replace the language of these grassland forces would be a great victory. If the language is lost, the grassland forces would not be able to escape. Living habits are just small problems. Living habits are adapted to local conditions, and it is normal for the north and south to be different.

When the four Xianbei people entered Jicheng, they first lamented the shock of the three defenses of Jicheng. Then they were curious why Jicheng held weddings every day? Is it suitable for marriage this month?

Xianbei people who knew Chinese began to ask the people of Jicheng why so many people got married and what happened to invite them back?

"The court stipulates that women must get married after the age of 16. The King of Yan is investigating the women who get married. The King of Yan gives two pieces of cloth to marry!" The people who were stopped looked like you, Hu people, who are rare and strange. "We, Yan King, have the richest people in the world. We have fought in the south and north for many years, and have taken out some cloth to make dowry for the people. Have you, Hu people, seen?"

"Is that person new? Let us spread the reputation of King Yan to the people. Whatever he said to a Hu man? Why do people in Jinwei ask for help?" Two people whispered when they saw this scene.

After the leaders of the Xianbei tribes entered Jicheng, they were really cold for a few days. The inner historian, chief clerk, recorder, and recorder took turns to receive the reception. Sima Ji sat firmly on Diaoyutai and asked the officials who received the leaders of the four tribes to come back to report every day, thinking about what kind of people the leaders were, because except for Murong Ting, he had limited knowledge of the other three.

First, keep your sense of mystery, and at the same time, you can also slouch the other party's sharpness and find ways to take the initiative in the next meeting.

"You said, before you come back, King Zhao issued an edict to King Pengcheng to King of Huainan?" Sima Ji looked at Liang Cheng and asked in a stressful tone, "Can you be sure?"

"When the minister left, he just ordered it, but the King of Pengcheng died as soon as he left Luoyang." Liang Cheng said with a true look, "There are rumors among the people that the King of Pengcheng died strangely."

"Actually it's very strange!" Sima Ji said to himself with a headache. If Sima Yun could take a step back and ask for an order to leave Luoyang earlier, Sima Lun would have no choice but to deal with him. After being in charge of Huainan for many years, Sima Yun must have his own direct descendants. There are many constraints in Luoyang. Many royal families in the Eight Kings Rebellion were too greedy and always wanted to follow Sima Shi's coup to solve the problem.

But I don’t think about it. Sima Shi initiated a coup based on Sima Yi pretending to be sick for many years. Sima Shi hid behind his father to complete the arrangement. Where did these people find another Sima Yi to cover him up?

It seems that the second round of the fire will come soon. Sima Ji looked at Liang Chengdao and said, "I inform Yan Yan and let him tell me that I will meet the leaders of the four Xianbei people tomorrow and go public now."

The next morning, at the beginning of the day, Murong Ting, Yuwen Mo Ting, and Tuoba Luguan received a message from Yan Yan, and entered the palace with his personal guards. After following the guards from the palace, they looked around and walked to the stone steps of the main hall. When they looked up, they saw Sima Ji who was feeding eagles. Sima Ji turned his head and saw the people under the stone steps. From afar, Sima Ji touched Hai Dongqing's wings and turned around and walked into the main hall.

This behavior made several people feel a little sad. Why is the King of Yan hostile to them? Several people concluded that this was not a Hongmen Banquet, and they had only traveled thousands of miles to Jicheng. Now that they saw this scene, they felt unsure.

"Several Grand Governors, Grand Shanyu, please!" Feng Ji, who was by his side, said in a gesture of inviting, "Your Highness is anxious."

"So I'm waiting urgently, haha!" Yuwen Mo Xiao, the youngest, forced a smile and followed Feng Ji's words.

During the first stairs, Murong Ting, Yuwen Mo Ting, and Tuoba Luguan entered the main hall, Sima Ji was already sitting down and looking straight at the door. Tables were already set on both sides, and vegetable markets were piled up.

"Sit down!" Sima Ji raised his hand slightly and said with a expressionless face, "I have been trading together for many years, and I would like to thank you for your cooperation. The bloody storm on the grassland is the source, and you are all murderers. During the process of slaughtering small ministries and selling slaves to Youzhou, the four ministries have also gained benefits. They have developed considerably in recent years. Compared with the past, they are all considered strong soldiers and horses."

"What does King Yan mean? It's like launching a military force to ask for guilt?" The personal guards beside Tuoba Luguan talked in Xianbei language.

"I have no intention of raising an army to ask for punishment, although you are indeed a disaster." Sima Ji answered loudly when he heard someone speak, "By the way, I can speak Xianbei. If you are not used to speaking Central Plains, it is okay to speak Xianbei."

Tuoba Luguan glared at the guard beside him fiercely and said, "Your Highness will invite us to come this time. Is it a Hongmen Banquet?"

"What if it is?" Sima Ji picked up the wine cup and looked directly at Tuoba Luguan, and drank the wine bit by bit.

It is easy to hear the needle falling from the entire main hall. Many guards from both sides put their hands on the hilt of the knife, as if they would draw their swords toward each other in the next moment. "Ah..." Sima Ji, who had finished a cup of wine, made a comfortable sound, and his face was full of aftertaste.

"I, Tuoba clan, have an army of 400,000!" Seeing that Sima Ji was just joking, Tuoba Luguan opened his mouth to save face for himself.

"The old, weak, sick and disabled, and those who can ride horses are counted. There are indeed 400,000. The territory of the Tuoba clan exceeds the other three divisions, and it is normal to have a little more population." Sima Ji seemed to be in a good mood because of a drink, and interrupted with a smile, "I believe that if there are only 30,000 troops sent from Hetao, you can kill them as soon as you see them. You can't kill them in less than three or five months. After all, the grassland tribes run very fast."

The tens of thousands of string control men may be useful to scare others, and scare Sima Ji will definitely scare the wrong person. The strongest Duan Xianbei is only 50,000 or 60,000 to fight. The unfamous Tuoba family dares to jump out and swear?

"I served the Shangguo in the Murong era and never offended the Shangguo. The King of Yan should understand." Murong Wei's words interrupted the embarrassing atmosphere, "When the King of Yan was expeditioning in the south, the Murong family also sent troops to help."

"But how can you let others sleep soundly on the side of the bed? Who knows whether your tribes will be unsatisfied when they grow bigger and bigger? The old ways are reborn and start to harass the border again?" Sima Ji held the chopsticks and tapped the table one by one, making a thudding sound, as if it was hitting the heads of the four tribes. "This is all a matter of certainty. I want to trust you very much, but now I am in a difficult situation."

Yuwen Mo's eyes turned and said, "Your Highness fights south and north, and his reputation is known to everyone in the world..."

"Don't say anything flattering. I will die one day." Sima Ji waved his hand and said, "Why do you still look at you after I die? Who knows if my son has a general?"

This attitude made several leaders feel cold. Duan Jie frowned and thought for a while and suddenly said, "I have a legitimate daughter, Nian Fang is fifteen, and she is not married yet. I dare not say that the country is beautiful, but she also has a rare beauty. She is willing to marry the King of Yan to show Duan's sincerity."

"I am ten years older than her, isn't that good?" Sima Ji raised his head slightly, as if thinking for a while and asked, "What do other people think about me?"

"The King of Yan was at its peak, so why was it bad? It was said that Duan was so arrogant and was able to marry the royal family of the Jin Dynasty. No one could envy the entire grassland." Duan Jie retorted with righteousness and was determined to send his daughter out.

Murong Ling, Yuwen Mo Ling, and Tuoba Luguan all curled their lips. They hadn't heard that the royal family of the Jin Dynasty had married the barbarians. They thought to themselves, but they were unwilling to say such impossible words to avoid being slapped in the face.

"Is he very beautiful? How much do you want? Is 10 million yuan enough?" Sima Ji was shocked everyone as soon as he spoke. He actually agreed.

"King Yan, I also have a daughter, and I have one of them in a hundred, so it is absolutely rare to see her."

"My little sister is born with beauty. Everyone who meets her said she is destined to marry the prince. Now I think she must be you, King Yan."

In an instant, Sima Ji was surrounded by various flattery words. If the marriage was successful, this would be the first marriage between the royal family of the Jin Dynasty, and everyone would not be willing to fall behind. Sima Ji's mouth was slightly raised, and he was so happy to give his daughter?

You may think you made a profit, but the King of Yan will definitely not lose. If you really become a in-law, there will be more things in the future. "Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Chapter completed!