Chapter 13 Section five

The sun finally rose, and the grassland was glowing with the color of broken gold. Amochi got out of the tent headlong, stretched his arms and took a long breath. He looked up and saw the blue sky with a stream of clouds drifting leisurely in the air, and he became sober all of a sudden.A scent of milk came, and the female slaves were heating milk porridge on the fire. Inside the copper pot was pure white goat milk, mixed with boiled minced meat and naked oats. Feeling warm all over, he jumped over in three steps and two steps, eagerly waiting for the milk porridge to be cooked.Turning his head, he saw two patches of red on the face of the young female slave, and turned her head shyly not to look at him.

He immediately forgot the old man's mysterious story and the concealed expressions of the female slaves last night.Amochi became happy, and took a copper spoon from the hand of the female slave to help her stir the porridge. Looking up, he saw a big white-headed harrier just catching fish and passing by not too high.This is the day he is used to. The prairie horses, the stars and the gods are actually far away from him, so it doesn't matter. Anyway, his star arithmetic is not very good. He was eating a spoonful of porridge when he suddenly heard the sound of the tent curtain being lifted.Turning his head, the child in white sleeves stepped out of the tent, narrowing his eyes slightly to the rising sun.

There was a moment of silence, and everyone knelt down. "Everyone get up." The child's faint voice sounded above everyone's heads, "You don't need to kneel to me from now on." Amochi raised his head and met the child's eyes. Slightly different from what I saw for the first time, his eyes were like a calm lake, and those melancholy expressions settled at the bottom of the lake without showing.Sensing that Amochi was observing him, the child smiled at him gently.He smiled very gently and beautifully, but there was no joy in it. "Gu Xuan?" Amo Chi remembered the rumor.

"Asule!" "My son!" Both Mrs. Ying and Dahesa were alarmed.When the old man jumped out, he only had his trousers tied with a belt, his chest was exposed, and his linen robe fluttered over his body, giving him the unruly style of a galloping wild horse with a long mane.He squatted in front of the child, staring at him eagerly, without saying a word. "Dahesa." The child smiled softly. "Okay, okay, our Asule is back again." The old man grabbed the child's hand, scratched his head, and was so happy that he didn't know what to say. Mrs. Ying held his other hand and gently stroked his face. For some reason, her hand trembled a little.

The child looked at her quietly for a while, then moved his lips: "M...Mom." Mrs. Ying was stunned for a moment, hugged his head in her arms, and sighed lowly.The child leaned on her meekly, but the hand was still tightly held by the old man and refused to let go.Amochi blinked his eyes, and suddenly covered his mouth and let out a "puchi" laugh.He didn't dare to laugh loudly, turned around and ran behind the slave girl to hide.The old man noticed it and looked at him in surprise. "It's windy outside, go to the tent to rest, and Mama boiled the milk porridge and brought it in." Mrs. Ying took the son's hand and turned back to the tent.

The old man clearly wanted to follow in, but felt that it was inconvenient, so he stopped in an embarrassing manner, and grabbed Amochi from the group of female slaves: "What are you laughing at?" A Mochi held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help it anymore: "Hesa, you and your wife are holding each other's hands, just like the son's father and mother..." The old man froze for a moment, jumped up and took a lit firewood from the fire.Amochi laughed and ran around the tent, the old man chased after him panting, the female slaves secretly looked at each other, and finally a little female slave couldn't help showing a smile, and then everyone laughed, the older woman The haze on their faces has also dissipated a lot.

Asule turned her head silently, her eyes followed the bird that was startled by Dahesa and Amochi and flew to the sky.He held Mrs. Ying's hand tightly: "Mom, when I was in the south, I was very homesick." Mrs. Ying looked into his eyes, not knowing what to say. "Wooden plow!" Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw the warrior standing beside the tent with a knife. The samurai was old and helmetless, his gray hair billowing in the morning wind.His brushed cowhide armor is full of dark stains, and around his neck hangs the raw iron leopard teeth that symbolize his status as an iron-fanged warrior. A heavy and terrifying wolf blade is slung at his waist, and the wolf's head on the handle is wide open. The mouth contains an iron skull.

Asule took a slight step back. Madam hurriedly dodged in front of him and separated the two of them: "Wooden plow...why are you here?" There is only one person on the grassland with this kind of attire, Qingyang's famous general Mu Li, the husband of Mrs. Ying.The wolf blade has cut off the heads of countless enemies. The cowhide armor he carried with him is still the armor he used when he followed the maharajah. It has never been replaced for many years. Every stain is made by the blood of countless enemies. .Mu Li pushed his wife away with one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the child, the eyes in the slits were as menacing as a light knife.

Asule did not dodge, nodded: "General Wooden Plow." Mu Li withdrew his gaze, seemingly satisfied with the son's performance: "The majesty told Hesa ​​and the son to enter the Golden Tent Palace to discuss matters. I am afraid that the slaves will lose their words, so come and see for yourself." "Yes." Before Madam could speak, Asule agreed in a low voice. A gust of high wind whipped up the nine corners in front of the golden tent, making a rattling noise.In the distance came the neighing of steeds and the faint sound of flutes. The shepherds around the northern capital were playing their bamboo flutes to lead their horses out of the city to graze.

The attendants and warriors stood between the paths, Dahe sala took Asule's hand, and stepped on the bright red carpet in front of the golden tent.The sound of the Jie drum came from nowhere, it was low, but not chaotic at all.Standing in front of this golden tent, even the great nobles with tens of thousands of slave households could not but feel awe. Donglu called the barbarians the Golden Tent Kingdom, which originated from the tradition of the maharaja living in the Golden Tent.The barbarians live by water and grass and have no fixed place to live, so they live in tents made of bamboo, wood and sheep felt.The golden tent where the majesty lived was dozens of times larger than ordinary tents. When making this big tent, two thousand pieces of whole cowhide were used, and the surface was painted with gold. On a sunny day, you can see it from miles away. golden light.

"It's good luck to meet Hesa." A respectful voice came from the side. Dahesa turned around, and the third prince Xu Dahan was saluting with his chest pressed.Xu Dahan looks very much like his father. At first glance, he looks like the Maharaja when he was young, but he always has a smile on his face and never rushes to do anything.It is said that when princes go hunting and see a deer, Xu Dahan is always the last one to draw his bow, but the deer is always let him shoot. "Third Prince." Dahesa hurriedly saluted by pressing his chest.He never pays much attention to the nobles, but he has received too many gifts from Xu Dahan, so he is a little cautious when he sees him. "Asule, finally returned to the northern capital." Xu Dahan turned to his younger brother. "Brother." Asule raised his head and greeted. In the distance, the two princes Bimogan and Tieyou were also waiting in front of the tent with their companions, but they were reluctant to come because of Xu Dahan, and only nodded distantly to Dahesa. "Take the son down to rest." Xu Dahan sent a companion. "Several Great Khans and generals are discussing matters in the golden tent. Father ordered us brothers to wait outside, but as soon as Dahesa comes, please enter the tent immediately." He opened the curtain for Dahesa sideways. The moment he stepped into the tent, Dahesa froze for a moment, but the tent that was supposed to be discussing was surprisingly quiet. From the inside, the golden tent is far more luxurious than the lacquered gold exterior. The top is decorated with golden silk and satin. Surrounding the tent is a 30-foot-long piece of raw silk brocade, which depicts the most famous barbarian story "The Legend of King Xun" .At this time, one of the blankets facing west was opened, and the sun shone warmly inside the tent.In order to get rid of the fishy smell, curling cigarettes are floating in the golden chi animal stove, and the sunlight is unpredictable in the smoke.The Maharaja was sitting on the mink fur bed surrounded by cigarettes, as if covered with a sarong, and his face could not be seen clearly. The four Great Khans and the generals in charge of the military stood quietly and divided into two sides.The three kings, the six kings and the seven kings sat on the cushions on the left side, looking at the left side in a row, and the generals stood on the right side, looking sideways at the right side.The two groups of people were in such a stalemate, and it seemed that a string that could be broken at any time was taut in the golden tent.But the Nine Kings, who were standing with the generals, saw Dahesa coming in, and saluted by pressing his chest from a distance. Da Hesa ​​neither stood on the left nor on the right, but ran to the corner of the golden tent and stood under the rolled-up felt, basking in the warm sun and yawning.Still no one spoke, he tilted his neck, drooped his head, and gradually couldn't support his eyelids.Seeing how sleepy he got up early, Jiu Wang smiled inscrutablely and said nothing. On the left and right is the division of power between Prince Bimogan and Prince Xu Dahan. Although Dahesa is good at drinking, he has never stood up wrong because he was drunk. "Dahesa came late, and everyone is now arguing about what to do with the remaining women and children of the Zhenyan tribe. My brothers want to send them to the north to open up wasteland, and the generals of the Chao clan and Erlu want to resettle them Near the northern capital, what does Dahe Sake think?" The Maharaja's voice came out from the smoke. "The great Pantar God didn't teach me about this matter. It's up to the Maharaja and the nobles to decide." Dahesa answered cleanly. "Dahesa is the same as before, and escaped the fastest." Maharaja's voice was cold, with a bit of mockery, The Three King Taigor Khan couldn't bear it any longer, and stood up and said, "I have already said that rebels who make rebellions are not worthy of being used as slaves! If you don't kill them, it is already lenient, and they are all sent to the north to open up wasteland. What's wrong with you?" Can?" King Taigor Khan is the eldest of the maharaja's surviving brothers. When it comes to cattle, sheep and land, he is also the largest family.When he spoke, the six kings and seven kings all nodded. "Then why is it possible?" Mu Li stood on the right and asked coldly, "The Great Khans have pastures in the north, so they want to send people to open up wasteland in the north, and 70,000 people are sent to open up wasteland for the pasture of the third prince. How many people will die?" "I have more than 70,000 domestic slaves in the north, and I will care about these 70,000?" King Taigor Khan didn't even look at Muli, "I want to send these rebels to open up wasteland, but it's just to punish these real people. Yanbu's bitch!" "Even if you are punished to do hard work, you will be punished on the third prince's ranch. There is no precedent." The speaking general stood shoulder to shoulder with Mu Li. He was Ba Heng's elder brother Bach. He was named Tie. Donglu's name was Tiejin Bach.Bach was short and thin, his complexion was really like iron, he was not very old, but he looked like an aging herdsman in the wind and frost, his iron armor was not close to his body, and he walked with a rattling noise.He was not fluent in speech, and he had to think for a long time before he could say every sentence. His younger brother Ba Bang didn't even think about it, so he nodded immediately. "Yes, brother is right, there is no precedent!" Ba Bang was tall and strong, more like a real barbarian warrior, and he also liked to talk, but since he was a child, he felt that every sentence he said was not as reasonable as what his brother said, so he always refused to say more in the golden tent. He nodded and saw the eyes of the three Great Khan Kings opposite him, as if a knife had slashed at his face. "Then distribute it equally to each family!" The Sixth King Suha Da Khan stood up and said loudly, "The one I deserve is given to my brother to open up wasteland in the north!" "Several Great Khans didn't go to war, but after all, they want to divide the slaves," Mu Li said coldly, "the ancestors didn't have such rules." Tagore stood up suddenly with his eyes wide open, and kicked the cushion flying: "Liuhai Muli! You slave boy, did you crawl on top of our Lu family to pee? What identity do you have to speak in this tent?" "What I'm talking about is the rules of Lu's ancestors!" Mu Li didn't back down, "These rules should have been known to King Taigor the Great Khan better than me, a slave!" "Okay!" A majestic voice came out of the smoke. The Majesty's voice was not high, but it dissipated the noise, and the people froze for a moment, and bowed together.There was silence in the tent, which was disturbingly quiet. "Get up." The maharaja got up from the bed and walked out of the smoke slowly. He patted the vermilion lacquered wooden box on the table, but didn't speak immediately.The silence carried a pressure that terrified everyone, and the noble Khan and the generals held their breath and did not dare to breathe loudly. The Maharaja reached out and lifted the lid of the wooden box. A pale head lay on the red brocade. It was the head of Longge Zhenhuang from the Longge family of Zhenyanbu.Brought back from the far south, the head has always been buried in limestone for preservation, and the muscles and skin have been shriveled. At first glance, no one can tell the difference between the head of the tribal leader and the head of an ordinary warrior.It's just that the expression looks so calm, it doesn't look like someone who died on the battlefield. "It's the head of a lion on the steppe," said the Maharaja in a low voice. "Eru brought it back for me to see. In fact, I'd rather not look at it, as if I never had such a nephew... I'll tell you about it." a story." Everyone in the tent was a little uneasy, the Maharaja's character was a little moody, and no one could guess what he meant. "It's all happened many years ago..." The majesty narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while, "It was back when I was the eldest son, my brothers were powerful and no one cared about me, and I was only twelve years old at that time. A twelve-year-old child only knows how to straddle a horse and wield a knife. How can he know anything else? My mother is from Donglu, as you all know, half of my blood is Donglu blood. Delegate my mother and me to Yinzizhai in the north of Huoleiyuan. You all know that Yinzizhai used to be a big grassland, and there has been no one for many years...My father misunderstood me and refused to see me, saying that he would never see me again Recognize me, and give me only ten horses, two companions, and a pair of bows and arrows." The expressions of the three old princes changed a little, and they seemed to be unsteady when they were sitting.Of course they know these things better than anyone else, but the majesty has never mentioned it since he took the throne. As time passed, the brothers gradually became negligent.The majesty suddenly mentioned it in front of everyone today, the past was vivid in their minds, and they realized that the majesty had never forgotten it. There was no joy or anger on the Maharaja's face, and he continued: "We ran out of food halfway, and we lived by hunting and drinking mare's milk. I fell ill again, and my health deteriorated day by day. .Winter is coming, and it seems to be a dead end. My two companions don’t want to follow me. They ran away quietly at night and took away the three milking mares. My mother knew that I couldn’t live without mare’s milk, so I had to Chased them myself on horseback, and begged them to leave at least one horse. The two companions coveted my mother's beauty, spoiled her, and left a mare. Mother brought the mare back to me, the first I cut my own throat in two days. I wish I could eat their meat and drink their blood. But I couldn’t even move, my whole body was hot and cold, and I shrank in the tent. I only struggled to drink a few times when I was so hungry. Mare's milk." Everyone felt slightly cold.After the Maharaja ascended the throne, he found the two original companions, rolled them up with horse leather, and personally led the cavalry to trample on them in turns until they were trampled into flesh. "After more than ten days like this, it came to winter. One day the mare went out to graze and never came back. The tent was broken, and I slept in it. At night, there was wind all around, and the stones outside were blown away, as if the whole world Just like me. At that time, I thought I was going to die, and Pantar God was coming to pick me up..." Maharaja paused slightly, "When I woke up, I didn't see God, but my sister Sudamar's face, I'm lying in her arms, she's feeding me with her own milk." "My sister is my goddess. I am going to die, and only she will save me. She is twelve years older than me, and at that time she was married to the old master of the Zhenyan Department. She knew the news that I was demoted. He took his own son and straddled his horse all the way to find me. When I found me, I was only half alive, and my mouth was so rotten that I couldn't even swallow cheese." "Later, I went to the Zhenyan Department and lived there for twelve years. In the second year, my sister died. She contracted my cold disease, but did not survive. When she was dying, she took me She held hands with her son and said that you would take care of uncle, and then she died. Her son’s name is Boluha, Donglu’s name is known to you, and it’s Longge Zhenhuang. He was only eight years old that year.” "Beluha is the eldest son of the Zhenyan Department. Like an adult, he said he wanted to take care of me. When he was seven years old, he came to me on horseback with my sister. He carried a pair of small bows and arrows on the saddle. On the way I shot a big wolf to death. At that time, I had already been degraded. I was nothing, and the people in the Ministry of True Face didn’t care about me. Dao, anyone who dares to bully me is his enemy. His method is also simple. If anyone is rude to me, he will wrestle with that person. He has great strength since he was a child. I can’t even get up. So no one dares to bully me.” "Later, Ayihan's father wanted to choose a son-in-law, and sent a letter to the Quartet to hold a wolf meeting. You all know about it." "Yes." Everyone replied respectfully. Ayihan is the barbarian name of the Maharaja's first Yan clan.Her Chao family is a well-known family in the Qingyang Department. With the support of the Chao family, the Maharaja was able to inherit his current position.So far, the Tie brothers and Mu Li among the generals are the original slaves of the Chao family. "Boluha said, if I can marry Ayihan, then there is hope for returning to Beijing. But Ayihan was a famous beauty at that time, and she was the only daughter of the Chao family. All the good men on the grassland wanted to marry her Going back, with my strength, how can I easily win the meeting of hunting wolves? But Boluha said it's okay, and he promised that Ayito must be mine." "During the wolf meeting that day, I found out that Boluha was also riding a horse. I was very surprised at the time. Except for Erlu, you have never been rivals with Boluha. If it is said that he is fighting on horseback, I know him. He is second only to his father's hero. Even a wooden plow can't catch his knife. I think if Boluha wants to fight, I will naturally not win. I have received a lot of favor from him, so I am ready to give it to him. But Boluha didn't talk to me, he just winked at me in the crowd..." Maharaja suddenly fell silent, for a long time, a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if the scene was still in front of his eyes. "After the wolves started, Boluha pretended to have snatched the wolves, led the young men to the mountain depression, and then caught the horses one by one. He still wrestled with those people in the old way, and he was beaten by him. If you can't beat him, you can go out to catch the wolf. If you can't beat him, you have to stay. As a result, no one can beat him, and the number of people competing with me is less than half. I easily captured the wolf and married Ayi Tuo. That day It wasn't until night that Boluha brought those people back, and then they sat by the fire and drank together, and while drinking, the wound on his body opened, and he passed out... In fact, he is not an iron man." "When I left the Zhenyan Department, I bought a piece of pure jade from a merchant in Donglu, and asked someone to carve it into a jade jade and gave it to Boluha. I was twenty-four that year, and he was twenty. I said this time If I can become a maharajah when I return to the north, I will allow him to guard the pasture south of the Tiexian River forever, and that piece of jade is the token I gave him at that time." The majesty stopped talking, he turned around, his eyes swept across the faces of the general and the princes.Wherever their eyes went, everyone lowered their heads involuntarily, and there was a dead silence.Longge Zhenhuang rebelled against the Kurige Conference, the prince and the generals all agreed to kill him, the majesty was silent for a long time, and finally agreed.Everyone knows that the maharaja once lived in the Zhenyan Department, but many people don't know that there was such a relationship between the maharaja and Longge Zhenhuang, and even so, Longge Zhenhuang died on Qingyang's iron cavalry hands. Maharaja had a white cloud in his eyes when he was young, and his brothers called him White-Eyed Eagle. One said he was sharp, and the other said he was cold and vengeful. At this time, the old princes suddenly remembered this nickname in their hearts. Come. "King Taigor the Great Khan, what else do you want? Your sister Sudamar is dead, and I killed her only son too. Do you really want anything else?" The Maharaja suddenly asked. As if getting old, "You have a lot of slaves, and 70,000 more open up wasteland, it's not a big number." This time, the unruly King Taigor the Great Khan didn't make a sound, and it was quiet in the golden tent. "Longge Zhenhuang's rebellion against the Kurige Conference broke the rules of the ancestors. I am very relieved that Erlu killed him. Between Longge Zhenhuang and I, the rules of the ancestors cannot be more intimate. But the rebellious It was Longge Zhenhuang, but the brothers wanted to send more than 70,000 people to the Northland. Among the 70,000 people, not all of them wanted to rebel against the Kulig Conference. A herdsman, the leader of the rebellion can only follow the rebellion It's not their original intention. I can't repay Longge Zhenhuang, so I should repay his people, 70,000 women and children, Muli arranged for them to live in another grassland near the northern capital, and confiscated their weapons. I will never do this again Don't hear anyone mention it." "When your heart is hard, think about your relatives in your tent. Now everyone knows to read Donglu people's books. There are all kinds of Donglu people's books." Only two words can be considered understood. Back off, Dahesa, you go and bring Asule in to see me." The nobles all dispersed, only the Nine Kings remained. "Elu, is there anything else?" The majesty pressed his forehead hard, "You have come back from victory these days, you have done a lot, and my brother is a little tired." The Nine Kings knelt down and kowtowed: "Brother... I did something wrong, I should bring Longge Zhenhuang back to my brother! My brother forgives my ignorance, my brother really doesn't know..." The maharaja supported him with both hands: "Elu, you have misunderstood your brother. It is true that Boluha is dead. I am very heartbroken. But what is the use of my heartache? Even if you capture him back to Beidu, I can Don't you kill him? I am the monarch of the Kulig Conference. If I don't kill him, the Five Departments will force me to kill him. Beruha can't help but die. You kill him for me, so that I won't get his blood on my hands. It's better." The Maharaja sighed faintly: "People in the world are getting faster. Last year, I killed King Dadri Khan of the Lanma Department. This year, I killed Beruha. Erlu, the grassland is so big, I really support it. There are fewer and fewer people like me, the Maharaja. You are my bow and arrow in Qingyang, and you want to help me kill the enemies in Qingyang. My brother looks forward to you very much. You don’t have to return the tiger and leopard rider. From today onwards, The tiger and leopard riders are the soldiers under your command." Nine Kings froze for a moment, then hurriedly knelt down again. The majesty supported him: "What's the matter?" "The tiger and leopard cavalry is our number one strong soldier in Qingyang, and the foundation for defending the northern capital. How can my brother transfer the tiger and leopard cavalry to the prince's tent? My brother dare not accept it." "Afraid that someone will gossip? Afraid that people will say that Erlu has newly named the Great Khan and will occupy the military power? Maybe some people will say that Erlu the Great Khan has a strong army and will rebel?" Hold his hand, "Elu, the heroes on the grassland are not afraid of gossip. We build our reputation by swords and military exploits. I will give you tiger and leopard horses, because I think this strong army can be commanded by you and can control tigers. General of Leopard Cavalry, we don’t have many in Qingyang. Brother wants you to lead this cavalry to protect Beidu. No matter what others say, brother believes in you!” The Nine Kings took a deep breath, broke free from the Maharaja's hand, knelt down and kowtowed vigorously: "If my younger brother still disappoints my elder brother like this, I don't need to live as a human anymore!" "Get up." The majesty lifted him up, "Elu, although you are not my real brother, you have helped me win far more battles than my brothers. We have something to say, You don't need to say it. By the way, didn't you find the jade I gave him on Longge Zhenhuang?" "No, my brother searched it." "Oh... so did he say anything?" "He only said that he must take his head back to Beidu so that the majesty can take a good look at it." "Really? Boluha, do you still want to see me before you die?" The Maharaja was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "Go down first."