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Chen Zui moved his eyes away from Yue Dapeng's face and walked slowly to the window.

Looking from a distance, outside Ermu City, the large lake is glowing with dim light.

"Shiwei is not like Daning where the government orders are unified and the court governs all directions. Here, five major tribes stand side by side, which is like a patchwork."

Yue Dapeng took two steps forward and followed Chen Zui's gaze.

Chen Zui pushed his sleeves back: "Those who live by fishing in the big marsh in front of us are called the Wuji tribe. The leader of the country, Mengwu, who is sitting in the royal court now, is a member of the Wuji tribe, and this Ermu City is also their territory."

"The remaining four tribes, those in the deep mountains and old forests who only wear animal skins and don't show their faces, are called the Black Forest tribe. These people are accustomed to using traps and poisonous arrows, and ordinary people may not meet them a few times in a lifetime. The ones who live in the high mountains and deep waters and make a fortune by collecting old ginseng and pearl clams are the Daru tribe. Among the five tribes, they have the widest hand seams and the strongest pockets."

Yue Dapeng stuck his head out and squinted to look north. He couldn't see anything clearly except the outline of the distant mountains.

Chen Zui kept talking: "There is also the Zada tribe stationed in the grassland in the southwest. They are naughty by nature and specialize in doing business with outsiders. The last one is the Qiyan tribe that guards the border gates. The tribesmen are fierce and martial, and they alone block all border wars in the whole territory. Judging from the behavior of the people you interact with, they are probably members of the Qiyan tribe."

Yue Dapeng was stunned for a moment after hearing this, scratching his chin: "Then they all go their own way, who is in charge of the country?"

Chen Zui sneered: "No one can control it. The leader of their country is not a son passed down by me. He was elected by the leaders of the five tribes sitting together."

Yue Dapeng grinned widely and his eyes stared: "Is there such a strange thing? The co-owner Wei Guo is the leader of the five neighboring families who chose him."

"I guess you understand." Chen Zui turned around and walked back to the main seat, "So today Mu Yuan's attitude towards us is unbelievable. We will have to see the real chapter to know what kind of look the leaders of the five departments in the palace will give tomorrow."

Yue Dapeng smacked his lips twice and raised his sword: "The king must have soldiers and horses capable of fighting, right? Otherwise, the other four tribes will rebel."

"Where can the fishing tribe go?" Chen Zui lifted up his clothes and sat down safely.

"The weapon is in Qiyan's hand, the money bag is held by Daru, and the business roads are under the control of Zada. Mengwu can sit firmly in this royal court, but because the other leaders are not convinced by anyone, and they need to promote an impartial facade. Who can he dare to offend the king who is so judgmental?"

Yue Dapeng slapped his thigh and suddenly realized: "Hey! This is the clay Bodhisattva on the temple platform! I'm just waiting to receive some incense on the 15th day of the lunar month. If it encounters a flood, I won't even be able to protect myself!"

Chen Zui's eyes stopped on the mottled wooden lattice by the window and said slowly:

"The Clay Bodhisattva also has the method of preserving the golden body of the Clay Bodhisattva. On the contrary, the prince who calls himself 'Mu Yuan' today... is very knowledgeable."

Yue Dapeng came closer and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Chen Zui said: "Ning Ren's clothes, Ning Ren's name, and etiquette are more upright than those of Daning scholars. This look can't be seen from just reading a few books. It comes from spending many years in Daning's territory."

Yue Dapeng was a little confused: "How do you know, sir?"

"I don't know. So the feast of wine later will be much more important than the court meeting tomorrow." Chen Zui slightly closed his eyes and said.

The skylight was swallowed up little by little by the lake, and the twilight air enveloped the rough wooden posthouse.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in the courtyard, accompanied by the smell of burning aroma.

The door opened, Mu Yuan changed into a moon-white silk shirt, and personally led two servants holding huge food boxes across the threshold.

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