In December of the ninth year of Jian'an, Dongzhou, in the palace of Xiematai.

In recent years, the extreme cold has frozen countless people under the control of Xiematai. They are also facing the threat of the Dog Slave Kingdom next door. It is really difficult to continue the domestic situation under internal and external troubles.

In the hall, many civil and military officials from Xiematai were gathered, and there were about forty in total.

Sitting upright at the top of the hall was a woman. She was graceful and had a facial scarf. Although she couldn't see her cheeks, she only attracted the island man from her beautiful eyes.

The woman's name is Himihu, and she is the king of the Ema Tai Kingdom.

The hall seemed a little depressed, and the situation they were facing recently deteriorating a little quickly.

Seeing that no one had spoken, Nan Shengmi first said: "Queen, the Dog Slave Kingdom has taken advantage of our hiding from the cold and has come to invade our border again. Now many towns in the south are shaking, and I'm afraid it won't last long."

"Hmph! Two villains who are colluding together to deal with me." Humihu's voice said coldly, but with a hint of helplessness.

"If the situation worsens like this, we may have to lose a large piece of land."

"Then you said, what should we do?"

Nan Shengmi thought for a moment, and then said what he thought for a long time: "Back to Her Majesty, this summer, a fisherman said he had seen a huge fleet in the sea."

"Fleet?" Himehu was stunned when he heard this, then leaned forward slightly and asked, "Which fleet is it?"

"The fisherman said it was a great man's writing, but he did not recognize the meaning of those words."

Humi frowned slightly and said, "I heard earlier that the Han Dynasty was in civil strife and would probably fall apart. How could it be possible to organize a huge fleet?" However, no matter how chaotic that land was, these countries on the island country would never dare to have any ideas about it. The gap between them and the princes of the Central Plains is too big.

"This is what I want to say." Nan Shengmi bent down respectfully and then continued: "If such a huge fleet really appears, it means that the great man has either recovered as before or has a powerful regime born!"

Hashimihu almost understood, and she asked, "What do you mean is to go to the big man for their help?"

“That’s right!”

"But will they help us?"

"The Han Dynasty has always been willing to help the weak. If we sincerely ask for help, they should help us, right?"

Although I don't feel hopeful, there is really no better way now.

After thinking for a while, Humihu looked at Nan Shengmi and said, "Then do you think it is better to go to the big man?"

Nan Shengmi bent down respectfully again and said, "Since it is my request, I will naturally go there! If I cannot invite the Han Dynasty to help me, I will commit suicide to thank Your Majesty!"

The Xiema Taipai is composed of more than 30 small countries or villages, and the interior is not a solid piece.

If you keep losing like this, you will inevitably have some unsolicited villages who defect to the Dog Slave Kingdom.

But Mihu was still a little worried: "Are they really willing to help a small country like ours like the Han Dynasty?"

Nan Shengmi replied: "Her Majesty, the situation is critical now, and only by taking a dangerous move can you find a little vitality! At that time, we can offer some slaves, treasures, and tablecloths. I think we should be able to express our sincerity and invite the help of the Han Dynasty."

Nan Shengmi persuaded him earnestly, and at the same time, he felt in his heart, "We have all taken out our most precious things, and the people from the Han Dynasty will definitely like them very much!"

Himehu frowned and looked at the ministers below.

None of them stood up to oppose or put forward other opinions, and it seems that they have reached a consensus secretly.

"Forget it, it's up to your opinion." Humi said that she had no better way to get rid of the current predicament, so she could only follow the advice of "Daily raising the rice" and said: "You go and choose five male slaves and ten female slaves, and then take two horses and two feet to the workplace to send them to the big man."

When Himehu said this, a painful expression appeared on his face.

She was still a little worried, afraid that these "heavy treasures" would be lost or robbed halfway, so she repeatedly reminded her: "This time we go west to the Han Dynasty and have many difficulties. I am not at ease when you go alone, so let the Urban Niuli take care of you and take care of each other!"

Nan Shengmi knew that the queen was afraid that she would take the "Quantity Treasure" and run away, but he thought he was devoted to the country and was open-minded, so he accepted calmly: "Leave the Queen's arrangement!"

The tenth year of Jian'an, at the end of February.

Floating in the sea, after several tests of life and death, the urban bull market group had more than 20 people. After losing a male slave and three female slaves, they finally set foot on the land of Guangling County, Qingzhou.

As soon as he set foot on Guangling County, he was caught by the county soldiers.

They tried their best to express their identity and purpose, and the county soldiers escorted them to Guangling County.

Outside Guangling County, when looking at the majestic and magnificent Guangling City not far away, it was difficult to raise rice. The group of refugees, which looked like refugees, were stunned.

Although they had tried their best to imagine the power and prosperity of the Han city, the county town in front of them was still far beyond their imagination.

Urban Niu Li whispered in the ear of Nanshengji: "How many lives do you think you need to cover such a city?!"

Nan Shengmi glanced at the city Niuli, lowered his voice and said, "I advise you not to have any other thoughts, otherwise we won't know how we die at that time."

Urban Niu Li smacked his lips and said, "I have no bad intentions. I just think this city is a bit too exaggerated. I'm afraid this is already one of the most powerful cities of the Han Dynasty."

The guards next to him nodded in unison and thought to himself: "It should be one of the most powerful cities of the Han Dynasty. After all, it is really big and so high!"

The militiamen entered the city with a group of rakes.

The people along the way looked at the group of "beggars" curiously, and shook their heads and discussed, "Oh, look at these refugees, it's really a sin!"

"Yes, not only are they thin and stunted, but they must have escaped from Jiangdong or somewhere."

"It's still Prime Minister Cao and Lu Piqi are nice to us! Oh, of course, there's His Majesty!"

The people next to them have a relatively low voice. Although they know some Chinese, they are not very proficient in it and are unable to understand what they are talking about.

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When they looked down at the best clothes they considered in China, they couldn't help but feel a little distressed. What they called the best is not as good as the clothes on the streets and the clothes on the clothes on the streets were of better quality and more variety.

Too difficult!

Only then did Nan Shengmi and others understand that how could the small country of Doumi compare with the great man?

Nan Shengmi's face suddenly became a little ugly because he thought of a very serious problem: "Taiwan cloth is the highest-end cloth in Xiematai, but compared with the big man, it seems useless! Moreover, the Han people have a large population, so how could their slaves attract each other's attention?"

If you don’t treasure anymore, can you still ask for help from the great man?

At this moment, a desperate feeling arose.
Chapter completed!