Chapter 5 second quarter

The wind was pulling the white banner in front of the tent, making a loud noise.Huma hunched over, wore a heavy sheepskin jacket, and walked under the pole holding a basin of fresh charcoal.She looked up at the big banner fluttering in the wind, her dry eyes were blown by the wind, and she shed tears involuntarily.She wiped it quickly, for fear of being frozen on her face by the cold wind.This was her fortieth year as a female official in the Golden Tent Palace, and she thought she might die.She had no husband, never had a child, and she was thrown in the snow when she died. When spring came, she set up a pile of grass and burned it, and that was it.

The Golden Tent Palace is such a place, a place for men.Women, even if they belong to the Da Yan family and the Side Yan family, are just a tool for giving birth to a child with a charcoal basin and mare's milk. These words were said by a 15-year-old girl more than 20 years ago. Her name was Lemo. She came from North Shuo, and she had a huge dragon's blood flower in her hair.Later she became the Baizhang Cianyan family of the Qingyang Department.She and her elder sister married the Maharaja together, when they got off the car, the elder sister was terrified, but the younger sister stared at the Maharaja like a hostile little wild cat, her little face was tense.The Maharaja just smiled and asked Huma to wait for her to live in the white tent. When the girl was led into the tent by Huma, she turned her head and said this indifferently. The Maharaja was only silent after hearing this.

Huma grabbed the rope and shook the copper bell in front of the white tent. "Is it Huma?" The man's low voice came from inside. "It's me, adding charcoal to the brazier." "come in." Huma opened the curtain and got in, hearing the sound of sharpening the knife.The white tent of the Zianyan family was divided into two layers, the inner and outer layers, and the outer part was for the female slaves who kept watch at night. At this time, there was only a man in iron armor sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a whetstone to sharpen the brutal heavy knife in his hand.That was Baham Mosor, a well-known general in Qingyang, and he and his elder brother Bach Mosor led tens of thousands of cavalry.Ba Heng has been keeping watch here for half a month. The last time the brothers came to visit the Maharaja together, General Bach's face was not good when they left the tent, and he told General Ba Heng to stay and protect the Maharaja.Ba Bang never left again, eating and sleeping in the white tent, and ran out to defecate and pee when he couldn't hold back anymore.Huma doesn't know much about men's affairs, but he can smell a little bit. Recently, there are rumors in the city that the eldest prince and several sweat kings are holding bows and arrows in the golden tent. You won't let me, I won't let you, it's a mess.Around this white tent, there were more people whom Huma had never seen before, looking around furtively.Whenever these people were seen by Ba Heng, Ba Heng raised his knife and forced them to question them. Gradually, these people did not dare to approach the white tent.

Huma took out a bottle of wine from the charcoal basin, bent down with difficulty, and placed it beside Ba Bang: "Gulqin's spirits are for the general to drink." Ba Bang nodded silently, expressed his thanks, and continued to sharpen his knife.Huma opened the curtain of the inner tent, and saw the elderly man on the bed.The man was wrapped in a crimson red soft silk robe woven by Donglu, and his still strong and generous chest was exposed from the open neckline.He was covered with ermine and lay quietly on his back.He opened his eyes, but there was no life in them. The white cloud in his eyes was originally sharp, but now it seems to have spread out, making the pupils look gray.The Maharaja has been like this since he fell off his horse. Huma knew that he could still see, but he couldn't see things on the left and right sides. He could only look straight ahead, and it was also blurry.Since then, he has been thoroughly old, and needs to be served by people to eat and drink.

The Maharaja kept holding the hand of the woman beside the bed.The woman was smiling, humming some song in a low voice, one of her hands was held by the Maharaja, and the other hand was around her beloved doll, occasionally pulling the thin braids around her cheeks.Cian Yan went crazy after giving birth to her child, and she has been like this for more than ten years, and she has not aged, just like the fifteen-year-old girl wearing a dragon's blood flower on her head back then. Huma knelt down to add charcoal to the brazier. "Lemo, are you there?" the Maharaja asked in a low voice, even though he was clasping the woman's hand.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm holding Asule, eating Susuhei pine nut candy, and listening to you tell me stories." Cian Yan smiled, "Asule is very good, she doesn't cry at all." "You are here..." Maharaja sighed lowly, "Just now I had a dream, dreaming of my father." Huma threw pieces of charcoal into the brazier, and sparks floated out in disorder, flashing and extinguishing in the air. "I dreamed that my father held my hand and taught me how to shoot an arrow. His hand was so big that he could wrap my entire hand, hold me in his arms, help me draw a seventy-pound hard bow, and help me shoot. A deer died.

"He has always been like that, seeing others as puppets in his hands. At that time, he liked to take me up the city wall of Beidu, pointing at the people coming in and out below and saying, in the future you will graze my flock... … "When I was very young, he rode a horse, put me in front of the saddle, and took me to Nanwang Gorge to see the sea. In winter, there are a lot of snappers..." Huma didn't speak, she also served King Chindahan.The King Chindahan in her memory was not such a gentle person. He may have killed his companions who grew up with him because of his rage, expelled his most beloved mother, and some people even said that he hanged his daughter with a whip.She always thought that Maharaja actually hated her father.

She shoveled the ashes into the basin and got up to go out. "Huma," the Maharaja said behind his back, "take Lemo to rest, she is also very tired." "Yes, Your Majesty." Huma went up to support Zanyan, his eyes fell on the hand she was holding with the Maharaja.Maharaja let go of his hand, but his two fingers were still hooked together with those of Zian Yan.Cian Yan followed Huma to stand up, but did not let go, and turned to look at the maharaja like a child. Huma's heart moved for a moment: "Majesty, Mr. Xiyan has rested in the afternoon, and he is not in a hurry to sleep. Let's talk for a while. We have newly added charcoal, and this tent is warm."

"Really?" the old man said in a low voice, "Lemo, are you tired?" "I'll accompany you to talk," said Cian Yan earnestly, "A Sule will also accompany you." After a brief silence, the old man clasped his hands tightly again.Huma felt sad and bewildered for a while. She still remembered the first night when Zian Yan shared the bed with the maharaja. The maharaja was drunk and arrogant like a bull. People's hearts are pulled up.Just over twenty years later, the hands that were held by force at the beginning were naturally clenched, as if they were born to be fused together.

Huma thought Maharaja was going to die.A few days ago, the sorcerer removed Xuanming's bones and prayed to Pantar God, saying that the maharaja's illness would be cured after winter.But Huma didn't believe it. The only person in the Qingyang Department who can understand the will of God is Dahesa. Dahesa has visited the Maharaja several times. He once told Huma that God's heart cannot be moved, and there is no need to pray to God. Forbes, no one has ever heard of an immortal hero. "Lemo, it's really hot..." Maharaja murmured, his head gradually tilted to one side, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Huma suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly put his hand into the Maharaja's nightgown.Maharaja's chest was hot. "I've got a fever!" Huma was taken aback, and hurried outside with her skirt in hand. "Who?" Ba Bang, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly sat up on his knees, pressing the handle of the knife with his hand, like a leopard gaining momentum. Huma was frightened by him: "It's me, go get the ice milk for Maharaja, Maharaja's body is hot." Ba Bang didn't lift his guard, he didn't look at Huma at all, but stared at the curtain of the tent.The thick old sheepskin curtain was vibrated by the wind and clattered against the wooden frame. "It's me," said a steady voice from outside, "bringing medicine to father." "Prince..." Ba Bang breathed a sigh of relief. The curtain was lifted, Bi Mogan took a glance, and nodded to Ba Bang and Huma respectively.Several companions followed him in, holding lacquered wood medicine boxes in their hands.Huma also breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the eldest prince is married, he is different from the past. He does things calmly. During the day, he sits in the golden tent and handles government affairs for the majesty. At night, he often brings medicine and Donglu's doctor to visit.A few years ago, the princes fought fiercely, but later the maharaja got angry and picked the fault of the third and fourth princes and drove them to the pasture in the south to graze.The second prince likes wine and women, and has a frivolous personality. Even if he came to visit his father, he would just take a quick look.Only the eldest prince is more careful than Mo Gan, and always asks the majesty about the latest situation carefully every time.The female officials all regard Bimogan as the future maharaja, and there is no other candidate. There are only two princes left in the northern capital, and the second prince Tieyou wholeheartedly supports Bimogan. The maharaja cannot pass on the throne. For the child who was sent to Donglu as a hostage. "The eldest prince came just in time, and the majesty has a fever, so I must hurry to get some iced goat's milk." Huma said. "No hurry," Bi Mogan took her arm, "Let the doctor take a look first." "Is the doctor here?" Bimogan looked at the companions behind him: "Two of them know a little about herbs, let me go in and see my father first." Bi Mogan opened the curtain to enter the inner tent, but Ba Bang glanced at the curtain of the tent with a vigilant expression: "Prince, outside..." Bimogan waved his hand, motioning him not to say more, and dragged him into the inner tent together. "Baizhang Sidean," Bi Mogan pressed his chest, greeted the woman first, and then slowly approached the bed, "Father." "Bimo is my son, is that you?" Maharaja was still looking straight at the top of the tent. "It's me. I have a few things that are very urgent today. My father is sick, so I shouldn't have come to bother me, but if I don't make a decision in time, I'm afraid it will be the root of Qingyang's disaster, so I came here late at night." Bi Mogan lowered his eyes and looked at ground. "What's the matter, you deal with it. I'm sleepy." "Can father take a look? Just take a look." "What?" Maharaja turned his head hard. The companions holding the medicine box took off the lid, and blood dripped down.Huma screamed and stumbled back.Ba Bang was about to explode, but a few quick companions rushed up and put the knife on his neck, forcing him to back all the way until he stuck to the wall of the tent.Another companion took a few steps forward, grabbed Zan Yanshi by the collar and dragged her away from the maharajah's bed. "Prince!" Ba Bang shouted angrily. "Ba Bang, you and your brother have been preventing me from doing this, but it's too late." Bi Mogan still lowered his head and sighed softly, "It's a foregone conclusion." The box is not medicine, but a human head.Huma could clearly recognize the appearance of the three Great Khans, Taigor, Suha and Gele. They kept their eyes wide open, and they probably couldn't believe everything in front of them until they died. "The three uncles summoned warriors and slaves, intending to cause chaos and overthrow my father. When I received the news, I had no time to discuss with my father, so I immediately led troops into the uncles' village. The uncles summoned domestic slaves to resist. My son had no choice but to Order to kill him on the spot. Where the son has power, please forgive me, but these are all for the future of Qingyang. If the father wants to blame the son, the son is willing to accept it." Bi Mogan slowly raised his head. The old man's eyes widened, and he stared at the three heads firmly, as if he was staring at them.His lips trembled violently, but he couldn't speak, something came out of his gray eyes, it was hard to tell whether it was shock or sadness.Fang Yan, who was dragged away from the bed, groaned and went to hit the companion's hand.Bimogan looked at his father without saying a word. After a long time, the Maharaja turned around and lay flat, as if his bones had been removed. "My... good son, you still did it. I expelled Xuda Khan for you, because I thought your heart was wider than Xuda Khan's, and you could accommodate your brothers and uncles, although they were Your enemy," he gasped, as if whispering to himself, "but you did it anyway, my dear son... what more do you want from your father?" "Father is getting old, and when the weather warms up, he should go to the south to recuperate. The son can take care of the northern capital. Xu Dahan was expelled, and Asule is far away. and the nine-tailed banner to his son." Bimogan said softly, "Now the rebels who followed the uncles have been taken outside, and the nobles and generals have also been summoned by the son, and the father will announce in public, and the rest The son will deal with it himself, and promise not to disappoint his father." "Don't let me down...don't let me...down..." Maharaja laughed lowly, "My son, you rushed into your father's tent, treated people like your mother roughly, threatened the opponent with a knife Your loyal general, you have not let me down." His voice became blurred: "Father, the fate of the Pasur family has been repeated generation after generation..." "Come here," he whispered after a moment of silence, "let me see you." Bimogan moved a little bit, then backed away: "Is father blaming me?" "What can I blame you for? Take the leopard tail, it's on my wrist, and you pick it off yourself. Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Bimogan looked back at the companions, Banzalie nodded vigorously to him, and the other companions also nodded.Bimogan recalled the story Luo Ziyan told him. In the end, Emperor Fengyan rushed into the bedroom of his father, Emperor Ren. Emperor Ren silently handed him the edict with the name "Bai Qingyu" already written on it.Luo Ziyan is right, the power in this world does not belong to anyone, but everyone wants it, it just depends on who strives for it with all their strength.He didn't hesitate anymore, he strode up to sit on the edge of the bed, leaned out and grabbed his father's hand.As he crossed over his father, he caught sight of the old man's eyes.Those eyes were looking at him too. "I can see clearly...it's a ridiculous face." The old man said in a low voice. Bi Mogan's heart skipped a beat. Maharaja suddenly sat up!No one could believe that this sick man suddenly regained the strength of a lion. With one hand, he ruthlessly grabbed Bimogan's collar, and with the other he pulled out the epee that had accompanied him all his life, and placed it on his son's neck. neck.He turned his head and looked around, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, and everyone couldn't help but want to kneel down.Bi Mogan wanted to struggle, but he found that he couldn't move at all. He was like a bird with its neck stuck in his father's hands. The old man stood up, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Let them go! Let them go! Or I'll kill your master!" The companions did not dare to resist his majesty, they threw down their sabers one after another, and knelt down together.Ba Bang took the opportunity to draw his saber, kicked several companions together, and pointed the saber at the back of their necks: "My lord, what shall we do now?" The majesty did not answer him, but looked straight at Bimogan: "My son, my stupid son! You don't understand the rules of this grassland at all! You think you are ruthless, if you strike first, you will be able to Be the king of the grassland? Then why don’t you kill everyone? Then no one can compete with you for power! Do you know that those tigers and wolves outside are staring at your northern capital, and they will rush in Open your chest and dig out your heart, and put it with the heads of your uncles! You think you have everything ready, you call everyone here to see your glory, good! I will let Look!" He turned back and ordered Ba Bang: "Let go of those people, let them bring their heads and come with me!" He dragged Bimogan out of the tent, and Bimogan, who was in his prime, was like a paper doll with no weight in his hands, and Ba Bang escorted Bimogan's companions to follow behind him.The curtain was lifted, and the wind and snow rolled in together, hitting his naked chest like a heavy hammer.His robe flew up, and so did his disheveled hair, like an angry lion.Huma stared blankly at that figure, feeling like she was in a dream. "Goler...Goler...Goler..." Le Mo read the Maharaja's name blankly, she suddenly dropped the baby in her arms and cried loudly, "Goler !" She wanted to rush out, but Huma hugged her waist.She couldn't get rid of it, and stretched out her hand to the back, as if she wanted to grab him and keep him. Tears hit Huma's hand, and Huma's heart trembled.She has been laughing for more than ten years, and she has never shed a single tear. Today she is crying, howling, like a little girl who lost her favorite toy. Countless braziers were lit on the snow, illuminating the surrounding area brightly, with overlapping figures, and an unknown number of people gathered around the tent.Seeing this scene, they all knelt down in horror, and Ba Bang also knelt down.Only the old man stood proudly in the middle of the crowd, holding his son in one hand and the epee in the other, and raised his head to look at the sky. There was no sound. Bi Mogan no longer struggled.There is only despair in his heart, he knows that he is going to die, as long as his father is still standing, he will own the entire northern capital, this city is guarded by his father all his life, even Bi Mogan's companion is not at this time. Dare to draw a knife in front of the Maharaja.At this time, Bimogan's mind is full of the shadow of that woman, and the bell on her hair is ringing in her ears.He suddenly regretted it, he thought he had figured it out like Luo Ziyan, and he wanted to hold on to power, no matter what.But now he only wants a piece of grassland to graze with that woman. The old man took a breath of cold air, pointed at the heads behind him, and shouted deafeningly: "You all know these people! They are my brothers! They are dead now, and my son Bimogan killed them... ..." He panted heavily, and took another deep breath: "Bimogan has done a great job! Those who rebelled! Those who violated their ancestors! They are not from our Qingyang! There is no land to bury them on the grassland!" Bimogan felt his ears were deafened.He raised his head to look at his father in horror, but was involuntarily pulled up and stood up straight. The old man tore off the leopard tail from his wrist, stuffed it into Bimogan's palm, held his wrist and raised it high: "My son, Bimogan, is my most beloved son! My health is no longer good. , I want to pass the seat to him, and he will be your master from now on! The leader of the Kulig Conference! The new maharaja of the northern capital!" His voice echoed on the snow, but no one answered, and people couldn't understand everything in front of them. "Why are you still standing there? Cheer now! Cheer to your... new Maharaja!" The old man growled. After a brief silence, the entire snow field boiled.People shouted and bowed down, buried their faces in the snow, they shouted Bimogan's name, and slapped the snow, and the snow powder rose up and filled high.Bimogan stood in the middle of the crowd blankly, shaking hands vigorously, and the warmth of the leopard's tail came from his palm. This was something he had been looking forward to for many years, and he always wanted to know what it would be like to hold it.But now he felt that it was all just a dream. His hand suddenly fell, because he lost his father's support.The old man slanted against his shoulders and slid down slowly.Bi Mogan hurriedly turned around to hug him, and heard his low voice: "My stupid son, I have done everything I can for you..." The pair of white eyes cast a last look at Bi Mogan, but Bi Mogan couldn't see his father's eyes clearly, either mocking, sighing, or caring.The white shade dimmed, as if a lamp had been extinguished. Bimo was stunned for a moment, he felt the cup-sized piece in front of his heart twitch, and then it hurt violently.That kind of pain, like something is split from inside. The son of King Qindahan, Lu Song Guoleer Pasur, died in the harsh winter of the fourth year of Emperor Cheng of the Yin Dynasty.Amidst the cheers of thousands of people, he leaned on his son's shoulders, his body cooling down slowly. For the monarch who ruled the grassland for more than 30 years, later generations did not have a good evaluation.After inheriting the vast Hanzhou from his peerless hero father, Guo Leer also had outstanding military exploits, defeating Shuobei, the biggest enemy of the Qingyang tribe on the grassland, with a weak force, and fought with Mengle, the wolf lord of Shuobei. Huo'er U'erhan made an alliance and married and kept his position as the master of the grassland in the Qingyang Department.But he failed to expand the territory for the barbarians, nor did he really allow the poor shepherds to live a prosperous and peaceful life.He became faint when he was old, and killed the Dadri Khan of the Lanma tribe who supported him the most, and made the Tiger and Leopard Riders completely wipe out the weak Zhenyan tribe, leaving him in the Iron Line River in the sunset. Tens of thousands of corpses were dropped.The most objectionable thing is that he actually bowed his head to the fox-like untrustworthy Eastern Land people, bowed his head to an Eastern Land vassal state as a barbarian master to form an alliance, and sent his youngest son to the land of tigers and wolves as a hostage.In short, his name is not shining under his father's Hehewei name, and there is no story about him in the harp songs of the shepherds.People can't say they hate him, but they don't miss him either. Until several years later, Qingyang Zhaowu Gong Asule Pasur stood on the top of the mountain with his sword in hand to look at his father's grave.He told everyone on the grassland that my father was an eagle-like king, and he loved this grassland deeply.A firewood pile was erected on the snowy slope. Amidst the symphony of bronze horns and Kui drums, Dahesa waved a bear knife and sang "Song of Worship".The slaves knelt from the bottom of the slope to the top of the slope. They raised their hands high and passed the remains of the Maharaja wrapped in horse hide up hand to hand.Dahesa threw down the tinder, and the pyre soaked in kerosene quickly turned into a blazing torch, illuminating the eyes of the eldest prince in the distance, and also illuminating the faces of those thieves down the slope.Behind each of them stood a tiger and leopard rider, pointing a knife at the back of their necks. If there was any resistance, the tiger and leopard rider would not hesitate to pierce their necks.These people are the family members of the three Great Khans who rebelled. They conspired to revolt in the northern capital, but they were suppressed by the eldest prince in time.According to the rules on the grassland, such a felony should be stuffed into a leather bag and trampled to death by a horse. "Brother Luo, what do you think my father is doing all his life?" Bi Mogan said in a low voice, "I thought I figured it out, but now I think I was wrong. I don't understand too much. " "No matter what you live for, you will still die. The eldest prince..." Luo Ziyan glanced at Bimogan, moved in his heart, and changed his title: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be sad. As the Maharaja of Beilu, I think your father already knew what he should get in this life. Now you are The Maharaja of Hokuriku will know soon." Bi Mogan nodded silently. "So tomorrow is the official mourning? Tell everyone on the grassland, and tell the emperor of Tianqi City that the new maharaja has ascended the throne. The emperor of Donglu should be alert. After Emperor Fengyan, the barbarians have passed seven years under the pressure of Donglu. Ten years. Now Donglu has begun to weaken, the emperor is incompetent, and the ministers are in power. But the Northland has ushered in a young and promising king. We should immediately prepare to win the hearts of the people in the Northland. The grassland people will rise, and the Northland Lord will stand up and fight The day when the emperors of the Eastern Continent speak equally is coming!" Luo Ziyan raised his voice.