"This, no, not too, not very good." Borita China was shocked by his prince's strange ideas again, hesitated for a moment, and cautiously reminded, "Although those instructors do not understand Mongolian, they know a little about Chinese. If they find that what makes them fascinated is the private prostitutes you deliberately hired, I'm afraid."

"Who will tell them the truth? I will, you will, or those private prostitutes. Even if the Japanese instructors found some clues themselves, do you think they will investigate them seriously and sue me to the Kwantung Army headquarters?" The little prince Baiyin shrugged and curled his lips gently.

"The prince is wise." The hesitation on Borita Chi's face immediately turned into admiration, and his thumb raised Lao Gao at the same time.

Although all the Japanese instructors sent from the Kwantung Army headquarters have always raised their noses to the sky, they are obsessed with bloodlines in their hearts. They want everyone to find a Mongolian princess as their lover, and they will have the capital to brag in front of their companions in the future. Borita Chi believes that if they really follow the orders of the little prince Baiyin, they will find a few private prostitutes with relatively outstanding appearance and temperament to pretend to be the daughter of the princess and princes to accompany the instructors for a trip, and ensure that these Japanese devils will stay in the wild until their legs no longer have the strength to walk and then send them back immediately. During this period, even if the sky above their heads collapse, they will not be able to attract their attention from the "depressed princess".

What’s more interesting is that the complexity of the bloodline inheritance issues of Mongolian divisions is probably the best in this world. Even the experts from the Mongolian and Tibetan Committee of the Republic of China were not clear about it, let alone a few Japanese who were blinded by the grassland. Moreover, even if these perverts noticed that they might be deceived, they would not pursue it in depth. After all, in the eyes of these Japanese perverts, it was extremely respectful to find a woman with a noble bloodline to serve the bed. Turning the noble "depressed princess" around her into the most despicable private prostitute on the grassland was not only burning the piano and boiling the crane, but also smearing shit on her face. (Note 1)

"I will talk about it later if I go to the Crescent Lake. When I go to the side of the Crescent Lake, you must continue to keep an eye on the guests from Manchukuo. Don't let them make any monsters. These guys are not good at doing serious things, and they have always been one to do two things!" The Japanese instructor who was above the top of the crowd was very skilled. The little prince Bai Yin felt a little satisfied. After thinking about it, he continued to give instructions.

"I remember, I will never give them a chance to make trouble." Boritachi nodded with a smile, then put away his smile and asked very cautiously, "When I go to the right flag, which guard the prince plans to take over, is it the one that is displayed for the Japanese on the surface or the one that we trained in private," he said.

"I don't bring any one." The little prince Bai Yin shook his head and refused loudly, "I don't want to fight with Red Beard. Why do I bring so many people over? If I accidentally make a misunderstanding, wouldn't it be true that the little Japanese will."

"But" Borita China was stunned and reminded with a cautious look, "We are in a hostile relationship with the guerrillas after all. Now, you are the acting county magistrate of Heishi Village on your head."

"War is about fighting, and doing business is about doing business." The little prince Baiyin smiled again and responded confidently, "Since his red beard opened the yard on the Crescent Lake, I am their guest after I pass by. Is there a precedent for the owner to detain the guests on our grassland? Besides, there is no direct conflict between me and their Communist guerrillas."

"What if they refuse to abide by the rules on the grassland?" Boritachi was still a little worried and frowned and insisted.

"I said you have a little bit of a promising future." The little prince Baiyin pushed him and curled his lips disdainfully. "Last Nadam Conference, the two of them, Ruyunlong and Fatty Zhang, went around in a big swagger. I don't have the courage to let a lone thief compete."

Hearing his prince mentioned the Luyunlong again, Boritai Chi didn't dare to persuade him anymore. Although since the end of the last Nadamu Conference, his little prince had already sworn to declare that he had no feelings for Princess Siqin, everyone around him knew that in the heart of Prince Baiyin, this cousin Siqin, whose spikes were covered in thorns, the status of this cousin Siqin, who was covered with spikes, was still as heavy as before, and may even be a little heavier than before. After all, for many men, what they could not get was the best. They could easily turn it home, and they would not cherish it too much.

With the idea of ​​retrieving the lost place during the last Nadam Conference and in order to leave a way out for his future, after using clever tricks to save the Japanese instructors and consultants around him, the banner owner of the Yete Left Banner of Wuqi, the direct descendant of Mu Huali, and the hereditary prince Bai Yin, with two personal guards, dressed as shepherds in the market, walked from the newly opened court on the bank of the Crescent Lake.

The road was full of desolation, and the grass and trees on both sides of the road seemed to tell the misfortune brought by the war. Only after entering the territory of Yeteyou Banner of Wuqi, there were more and more people, and the fields were full of vitality again.

In order to guard against the deliberate destruction of the Japanese devils and traitors, the Eighth Route Army guerrillas arranged many open posts and secret posts on the way to the tent. However, these soldiers on duty were very kind and never extorted merchants. Even if the other party took the initiative to stuff "tea money" into their hands with a little money to buy peace, they were also thrown back with a blush. At the end, they did not forget to remind them solemnly, "Our Eighth Route Army is disciplined and is not allowed to take the people's things. If anyone dares to make things difficult for you on the way, you can always go to the Inspectorate to complain. The Inspectorate will open at the market entrance and pass the wooden pole door. The first tent on the left is."

"This, this" This is the first time that the traveling vendors encountered soldiers who refused to blackmail and took the initiative to remind the other party of the soldiers who found a place to complain. They were so excited that they didn't know what to say for a moment. However, the little prince Baiyin, who had been watching coldly, guessed that these were all tricks of red beards to buy the vendors' hearts for long-term business. They shrugged and reminded coldly: "Since they said they would not accept them, if you insist on giving them, it would be like deliberately injustice. Instead of doing such things that harm others and not benefiting oneself, it would be better to raise your hands a little when purchasing goods. We locals are really, and no matter what, they are not the opponents of you old customers in the world in business!"

"That's of course, that's of course." The vendor who did not send the bribes looked back at the little prince Bai Yin, whose temperament was obviously very different from his peers, and nodded with a sarcastic smile. As for whether he would show mercy to the locals when doing business because he saved money from tea and water to soldiers, the answer was basically no. After all, the only ones who did not take the initiative to ask for bribes along the way were the red-bearded guerrillas. Although the price difference between goods inside and outside the mouth was large, after deducting the expenses along the way, the profits left by everyone were actually not much left.

The little prince Bai Yin didn't expect the traveling merchants to listen to their advice. The reason why they spoke was to attract the attention of the soldiers on duty. Seeing that the other party turned their eyes to him, they jumped off their mounts with a smile, and took the initiative to introduce themselves, "I came over from Heishi Village to inquire about the market. I didn't bring any goods. What procedures do I need to go through?"

"If you just come here to take a walk around casually, there is no need to go through any procedures." The guerrilla warrior who led the team looked him up and down a few times and responded with a smile, "But you and the two brothers around you have guns, so it's best to explain your identity clearly."

"Ah,." The traveling merchants who had not yet gone far were startled and panickedly wanted to drill the back of the carriage. Seeing this, the guerrilla warriors in the team quickly put their hands on their mouths and shouted loudly: "Old guests, don't be afraid. This gentleman has no malice. If he has malice, he will not take the initiative to go forward for inspection."

After hearing this, the vendors' hearts that were almost scared to death finally fell back into their stomachs. They looked back carefully, jumped onto the carriage, and drove away from the checkpoint as quickly as possible.

In order to make them feel at ease, the guerrilla warriors led the team stopped all the work at hand and waited until all the carriages went far away. Then they turned their heads and said to the little prince Baiyin with a smile: "My name is Zhao Xiaoshuan, and I am the squadron leader of the first squadron of the Lamagou Guerrillas. Since this gentleman has come disguised, I will not ask your real name. Put the guns on the waists of you and the two brothers around you in my arms. You can continue to go shopping in. If you can't bear to leave the gun, remove the bullets and leave them here. Anyway, I will keep watching here these days. You can ask me to take the gun back at any time."

"Oh, isn't it a no longer popular with a gun on his body?" The little prince Baiyin deliberately took two steps back and smiled and tested the other party's reaction.

"That's not." Zhao Xiaoshuan smiled and waved his hand, not even making any excessive reaction. "Store your gun for you mainly to save you some trouble. After all, we must prevent the Japanese from deliberately sending people to make trouble. If you have a gun on your body, it will easily attract our attention. I think you don't want to buy a bowl of noodles to eat, and you will be stared at by four or five pairs of eyes behind your back."

"Hi, this is the first time I have heard of this statement, but if I don't want to give you a gun." The little prince Baiyin made up his mind to test the depth of the guerrilla cadre in front of him and continue to mess around.

"Then." Zhao Xiaoshuan didn't expect the other party to be so unreasonable, and he was so anxious that he scratched his head. "That's not possible. Our guerrillas have regulations that people are not allowed to enter the market with weapons. Prince Baiyin, since you are here in person, you must meet our Captain Wang before leaving. You don't have to deliberately get along with me, right?"

Note 1: During the Kangxi period, in order to weaken the power of the Mongols, the Qing government of the Qing government granted countless princes at all levels. After several generations of people, when the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, the noble bloodline became cabbage leaves on the streets on the grassland, and almost any Mongolian compatriot came out, all of whom were relatives of a certain prince or a direct descendant of a certain prince.
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