Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 956 The Depressed King of Liao

In order to reward Azhashili for leading the Shanyang tribes to submit to the Ming Dynasty, the land allocated to Taining Guard for grazing was the most fertile among all the grassland tribes that surrendered to the Ming Dynasty.

The trading post opened for Taining Wei was in the best location. Merchants from the Central Plains constantly transported precious southern goods to this grassland, bringing huge wealth to Taining Wei.

Azashili's felt tent was more spacious than the Mongolian Khan's tent in the past; the beauties who poured wine for him and massaged his shoulders were all the most beautiful pearls on the grassland; the golden bowl in his hand that held the wine came from the hands of the most skilled craftsman in the Han area, and it was a gorgeous utensil that Genghis Khan might not have been able to use in the past;
The fine wine in the cup is the most precious distilled liquor nowadays. One or two ounces of the fine wine from the Ming Dynasty is worth a thousand coins. Just smelling the rich aroma of the wine can make the most sturdy man on the grassland drunk and his feet sway...

If we use one word to describe the current Azashiri, I think there is no more appropriate word than "living a life of drunkenness and dreams".

However, he still had a gloomy face and drank bowl after bowl of extremely precious distilled liquor from the southern part of the Ming Dynasty in a depressed mood. The more drunk he got, the more irritable his expression became.

"Father, there is a shepherd who says he is an old friend of yours and is asking to see you outside the camp..." Azhashili's son Tuotuo came in from outside the felt tent and knelt in front of Azhashili to report.

"Asshole!" Perhaps he was drunk, or perhaps he could no longer suppress the irritability in his heart. Azashili became furious because of this simple report. He threw the golden bowl in his hand heavily at the confidant who brought the news, cursing, "Father, what father!"

"Call me...Father!"

After all, Azashili was drunk, or perhaps he had long been drained of his body by alcohol and sex. When the golden bowl hit Tuotuo, it had no power left.

Tuotuo seemed to have long been accustomed to Azhashili's appearance. He just sighed and said, "...Father...Father, you'd better keep quiet, in case the people of the Ming Dynasty hear you."

"Shepherd, do you want to see him? If not, my son will drive him out of the camp..."

The two words "Da Ming" finally made Tuotuo understand his current situation. He shook his head, sighed dejectedly, and said, "Forget it, call him."

"Perhaps, someone else wants to surrender to the Ming Dynasty through me."

As a great example of Mongolia surrendering to the Ming Dynasty, many grassland tribes have wanted to express their loyalty to the Ming Dynasty through Azashili in recent years. After all, the difference between the grassland tribes that surrendered to the Ming Dynasty and those that did not is obvious to all.

On one hand, their life was miserable. They could not even get into the interior of the country to forage, and had to face raids by the Ming border troops and the Xu family from time to time. On the other hand, thanks to the support of the Ming Dynasty, they made a lot of money from the wool trade, sang and danced every day, and did not have to worry about their livelihood at all.

In other words, the unsophisticated tribes in the frozen land in the north would be fooled by those two idiots, Bayanchur and Arutai, and join the Tatars in the delusion of continuing to fight against the Ming Dynasty.

With this in mind, Azashili received the "old friend" who came to visit him. Although it was a meeting, in fact, he just continued to sit on the chair and drink. The so-called "old friend" was naturally brought into the tent by his son Tuotuo.

As for whether it was impolite...how could the fact that he drank alcohol be more important than conquering the grassland tribes that surrendered to the Ming Dynasty?
He barely even looked at the man brought in by Tuotuo, who was wearing ragged clothes and had his felt hat pulled down low. With just a glance, he concluded that this must be the head of a small tribe on the grassland, who wanted to follow his path and express his loyalty to the Ming Dynasty...

This made him extremely disdainful.

"I am the shepherd Aluta, paying my respects to the great Liao King Azhashiri." The "shepherd" walked closer and seemed not to smell the strong smell of alcohol emanating from Azhashiri. He still bowed down with dignity.

Attracted by the term "King of Liao", Azashili finally looked at the man straight in the eye and asked in surprise: "What... did you call me just now?"

"Wait, you said, your name is Aluta?" Azhashiri tried hard to narrow his sleepy eyes.

"Yes, your Excellency the great King of Liao." The "herdsman" simply took off his felt hat. Under the brim of the hat, a fox-like face with a half-smile on his face made Azashili and Tuotuo's faces change greatly. Azashili's back was instantly soaked with sweat, and even the drunkenness dissipated with the sweat.

"Aluta! You are Aluta!"

"Your Excellency the King of Liao, it is Arutai. We haven't seen each other for several years. I hope you are well." The "shepherd" put his hand on his chest and bowed to Azashri again. Looking at his face, it was none other than Arutai, the first confidant of the "Tatar Khan" Bayanchur, who was wanted by the Ming Dynasty, and the "Tatar Grand Master".

"Aluta, you, you are so brave!" Aluta actually dared to enter the camp of Taining Guard alone. This fact scared Azashiri so much that his legs trembled: if the Ming court knew that the Tatar Grand Tutor had entered his camp, then he would probably end up as the governor of Taining Guard.

How decisive and ruthless the Hongwu Emperor was, how could Azashili, who had been in the Ming Dynasty for several years, not know? As long as the Hongwu Emperor believed that Azashili had colluded with the Tatars, then Azashili would have the only fate of being skinned and stuffed with straw!
Out of fear, Azashiri's first reaction was to draw the scimitar at hand and want to personally chop off Aluta's head to prove his loyalty to the Ming Dynasty to the court.

"The King of Liao is the King of Liao of the Yuan Dynasty, and I, Aluta, am a loyal minister of the Yuan Dynasty. What do I have to fear when I come to your tent?" Aluta seemed not to have seen Azhashiri draw his sword, and his face was still smiling, as if he really came to visit Azhashiri.

"Could it be that this brave grassland man in front of me is not the Liao King of my Great Yuan Dynasty, but just the... Governor of the Great Ming Dynasty?"

When it comes to the word "governor", Aluta's expression is inexplicable.

Azashili paused in his steps, and a look of anger and shame appeared on his face. Alutai keenly caught his hesitation and said with a smile: "I just smelled the rich aroma of the Liao king's wine... We Mongolians are all generous and hospitable men. The Liao king should not even let me taste the wine and drive me away, right?"

Arutai's expression changed, but he finally put away his scimitar and sat down again. He told his son Tuotuo, "Tuotuo, go and draw the curtain of the tent."

"Alutai, just drink one bowl... After you finish, get out of my tent!"

(End of this chapter)