Chapter 22 Chapter 2 Donglu Secret Envoy Fourteen

The fifth day of September. After the rain, the night sky was extremely quiet, and the stars seemed to have been washed by the rain. The majesty looked up at the starry sky from the curtain of the golden tent, and nodded: "After working for so many days, it finally rained. Fortunately, the horse grass has been harvested, and now it is raining, which is a good time." In the golden tent, Da Hesa, who was sitting on the bed, took his words: "It may be the last rain this year, the north wind has already blown, and it will snow soon." "This year is a good year."

"Good year." "Asule has recovered very quickly in the past few days." The Maharaja returned to the couch and sat cross-legged, holding up the silver cup. "The dry scabs on the wound have all faded away, and the scars will probably disappear in a few days, but the body is still weak, these days can only be fed with meat porridge, I went to see him yesterday, and told me about it for a while If so." Dahesa raised his glass and took a sip of wine, puffing on his cigarette. "I hope everything will be fine," the majesty stared into Dahesa's eyes, "Asule is fine, Shahan, you should also rest assured. You have not answered me about the envoy to Donglu, what? When will you give me an answer?"

Da Hesa ​​turned the glass, was silent for a while, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "I will think about it tonight, and when I come to the Golden Tent tomorrow morning, I will tell the majesty." The majesty nodded: "Shahan, I know you are worried. You are the Dahesa of our Qingyang, the messenger of the Pantar God, and you should have lived a leisurely life in the world. But once you step into this Inside, you will never be able to get out again, and you may even lose your life. I will not force you, I have prepared all the guards of honor for you, and I am waiting for your reply."

The old man got up and patted his buttocks, snorted heavily: "Aren't you forcing me?" He didn't say goodbye, and went out of the tent with his shoulders shrugged. The Maharaja picked up the cup, respected Dahesa's back from a distance, and drank the Gurqin liquor in the cup by himself. The night is so quiet that it seems that you can hear the slight sound of the wind passing by the tip of the grass. There was no one around, only a brazier was lit, illuminating the child's pale face.He was still wrapped in bandages, but he was able to move.He held a small grasshopper in his hand. It was a common thing on the grasslands. It was woven with green straight grass leaves, and it looked the same from a distance.

The one in the child's hand was already shriveled, shriveled and inconspicuous.But the child looked at it for a long time, and the flames danced in his eyes. He gently put the grasshopper into the fire and said in a low voice, "Fly away." "Asule." The child turned around in surprise.He saw a bald old man in a long white linen coat standing quietly under the moonlight.Da Hesa ​​touched his head, and watched with him the burning grasshopper in the fire.The firelight made its withered wings almost transparent, as if it was going to fly with the dancing flames.The flames suddenly rolled up and engulfed it.

"What a beautiful grasshopper, why did it burn?" The child lowered his head: "Zhegan's youngest son made it up for me... This is the last thing I have left..." "Why burn it again?" "Dahesa, am I weak and useless?" "No, who told you that?" "I thought about it myself. I want to forget about the things about the real face department, but I can't do it. When I see this grasshopper, I think of Zhegan and Mama Haruntie. I think about these things all day long. I want to think about it at night, even when I practice the knife. Dahesa, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I want to practice the knife well. I want to burn the grasshopper. My father said that I am the son of the Pasur family. be strong."

"Practicing swords... Alas, what kind of swords are you practicing?" Dahesa complained, "It's just practicing that broken sword, which makes the body sick. Let's not practice any more swords in the future, and drink well Grandma, listening to those little slaves tell you interesting things, eating the otter meat roasted by my wife, how leisurely I am." He scratched his bald forehead: "By the way, my son, Dahesa will teach you astrology! You are smarter than that silly boy Amochi, so you must learn quickly." The child smiled, his inherent smile of rejecting others: "Thank you Dahesa, I still want to practice swords, my father said, I want to become a man."

"Your father was teasing you..." Dahesa felt that he had slipped his tongue, "Asule, you are the eldest son, the youngest son of the Lu family's Pasur family, and you must inherit the bravery and glory of your ancestors." , there will be thousands of warriors following you in the future. Help you fight. Don’t listen to those people’s nonsense, what’s the use of knowing sword skills? No matter how good your father’s sword skills are, how many enemies have you killed? Not to mention your body is just right, Take more rest, if you feel bored, Dahesa will give you Badai to play for a few days, but you have to feed it on time, don’t let it starve and lose weight.”

The child lowered his head and turned away.He took a deep breath, looked at the sky, and his voice became extremely distant: "Dahesa, do you remember that the first day I came back, I refused to call Madam Muma." "remember." "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid of hearing the word mother." The child suddenly turned around, "Dahesa, I'm scared." "Afraid..." Dahesa couldn't help standing up straight. "When I was in the Zhenyan Department, my mother was called Heluntie. When the Nine Kings led soldiers into the Zhenyan Department, my mother died. I practiced swords that day, and I was very tired, but I was very afraid. I dare not stop. When I thought of Mu Ma's death, I was afraid that if I stopped, I would be unable to stop thinking about it... So I tried my best, and then I didn't know anything..."

"Dahesa, I am very scared. I am afraid to see such a scene again. Seeing such a big fire, everyone I know was killed one by one. No one can save them. I really want to save them, but I No way. Dahesa, I am the son of the Pasur family, I can count on our warriors, but... who can they count on? If they can't count on anyone, I will go, I know I am stupid , but... I really don't want to see that kind of thing again!" He wanted to hold the child in his arms, but felt that the expression on that immature face was not to be insulted. "Dahesa, am I stupid?" "Asule is not stupid." Dahesa stroked his hair lightly, "Don't listen to those fools, our Asule will become a hero, a great hero on the grassland! At that time, Dahesa was riding a horse , holding the flag, clearing the way for you."

The child lowered his head, smiled sheepishly, and shook his head again. "Did Hesa ​​come to find General Muli? It's so late, the general is probably asleep." "Oh, I'm not looking for him. I'm here to pick something up. It fell in the grass a few days ago. I haven't had time to look for it. I just found it with great difficulty." The old man was silent for a while, and took the child's hand to pat Clapped, "Asule, Dahesa is going to a far away place, and he won't be able to come back to see you for a long time. But seeing you like this, Dahesa is relieved." He pulled out a short knife with a blue sheath from the back of his waist and put it in the child's hand: "This is given to you by your father, the knife of the Lion King. Dahesa brought it back to you. Come, hold it Hold it tight, and when Dahesa comes back, you will be as strong as your brothers." He got up and left, as if he had made up his mind not to look back. The child watched his back in white clothes disappear in the darkness, looked down at the blue knife in his hand, the oily leather on the handle was replaced with blue silk, and on the blue silk rope was a piece of green jade. exquisite. The night wind passed through the pores on the Linglong, singing like a sigh. Amochi was awakened by the terrible noise outside the tent. He thought he was dreaming, who would dare to make such a noise near Dahesa's tent?But the sound was so real, as if mixed with the sound of weapons clashing, roaring, and horse neighing, he thought it was the white wolves from Shuobei who had entered Beidu.He shivered for a while in the tent, not knowing whether he should grab his dagger and rush out, or get under the covers immediately and cover his ears. "Amochi, Amochi, get up, get up!" It turned out that the old man's voice was shouting his name. He gritted his teeth, pulled his trousers up and got out, staring at the old man dumbfounded.The old man was riding a tall green horse, wearing a luxurious dress for sacrifices and ceremonies, with a sacred bear knife on his chest, holding an iron stirrup high in one hand, and knocking a thick torch on the stirrup with the other. Sparks splashed and the sound shook. Ears, like a sharp knife, viciously split the silence of the night. "Amo Chi, let's go!" The old man yelled as he reined in his green horse, "You lazy brat, do you want to sleep until you die?" "Let's go?" Amochi was dumbfounded, "Where are you going? I just fell asleep, and tomorrow morning I have to enter the golden tent to meet the Great Monarch?" "Majesty? We don't care about him!" The old man pointed behind him. "We're leaving now. I've brought the guard of honor and the team. I heard someone say it just now, and it's right. Who can they count on? If they I can’t count on anyone, so I’ll go! Qingyang is a place where I can’t do without me, Amochi, let you see the skills of the teacher. When the North of Shuo attacked our Qingyang city, the teacher also brought a ghost bow Shooting around the city!" Behind him are fifty capable ghost bow warriors. These elite cavalry and archers belonging to the tiger and leopard cavalry are in full armor. They sit astride the roaring horses and fly high the white banner with the pattern of saber-toothed leopards. .This big flag is a ceremonial guard for the Maharaja to go out. For a moment, A Mochi almost thought that the old man was drunk and violated the etiquette of the Maharaja.But even if the old man was drunk, it was impossible for all the elite tiger and leopard knights to be drunk. Each of them had two spare horses tied behind their horses, and it was obvious that they were going on a long journey. He went up and grabbed the old man's horse bit: "But...but where are you going?" "Go south, keep going south! On the south side of Hainan, there is a kingdom called Dayin, do you know?" "Da Yin?" Amochi opened his mouth wide in a daze, "Isn't that the country of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Continent?" "Yes! We are going to Dayin! There are gold and jade all over the place. During the harvest season, cotton and wheat are piled up higher than the mountains. When you start grazing, a horse can't run to the seaside for a year! That is the land of gold. The country, the land that we barbarians have not been able to obtain for thousands of years. But now it is different, we are going to go. Without me, they can’t do it! Let me open the door to the country of gold for Qingyang with my own hands! " He looked to the south, his eyes shone with a light that Amochi had never seen before.