Chapter 17 Section IX

Wooden plow opened the sheepskin curtains embroidered with gold silk, lowered his head and got into the golden tent, smelling the familiar scent of incense.In the curling cigarette, the Maharaja was half leaning on the bed, holding a cup of goat milk, looking out the window thoughtfully. Seeing the wooden plow coming in, the Maharaja waved and invited him to sit aside.Mu Li is a dear general who has followed the Maharaja since he was young. When outsiders are away, he always has the grace to sit on the bed. "Your Majesty is looking for me, what's the matter?" Maharaja shook his head: "It's okay, I want to talk to you."

Mu Li bowed his body: "It's quiet these days, but the companions of King Erlu Khan should bring people to collect the horses and weapons, which is very disrespectful to the soldiers." The majesty smiled: "You and Erlu are both closer to Bimogan. Erlu has more soldiers, which is good for you. Why are you dissatisfied? Blame me for not assigning the tiger and leopard cavalry to your command Is it?" Mu Li's expression remained unchanged, and he shook his head: "Both Mu Li and King Elu Khan support the eldest prince, but Mu Li thinks that he and King Elu Khan are not in the same group of horses. Besides, tiger and leopard riders are the best horses in Qingyang. The strong cavalry is the military horse used by the Maharaja to guard the northern capital and deter the tribes. No matter who is assigned to it, the wooden plow will not agree."

"Let's not talk about this." The majesty waved his hand casually, "Is your son okay? I asked Asule to learn swordsmanship from you. Is his progress fast?" "Shizi's body is very weak, and the strength in his arms is not enough. It is already very difficult to lift the knife and swing it. There is no strength in the knife, and there is no progress." Mu Li said bluntly, "Mu Li thinks that Shizi is not a student The material of the knife." "Oh? Is that so?" Maharaja said lightly, without moving his eyebrows, just lowered his head to drink the milk from the silver bowl.

"Only a little..." "A little?" The Maharaja suddenly looked up at the wooden plow, "What a little?" "It's been a long time since I saw someone practice swords so hard. Even when Mu Li was teaching the fourth prince, he didn't see him working so hard. Mu Li only explained one kind of chopping to the prince every day. Not familiar with the practice. After practicing the latter and forgetting the former, the knife has no strength at all, let alone killing a gazelle. But he can keep practicing until night, and he can still hear the sound of the wooden stake. It was the sound of Shizi practicing his sword and splitting piles. That kind of desperate energy seemed..." Mu Li hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Sometimes looking at him is like seeing Mu Li's own small body. At that time. At that time, Mu Li was a slave boy. If he didn’t practice the sword, he would have to herd sheep for a lifetime, and he couldn’t survive.”

The majesty was silent for a moment: "But he is the eldest son, the noble young son of our Pasur family of the Lu clan, there is no reason to work so hard, is there?" "Yes! Now the son has mastered seven of the nine basic tactics. In a few days, he will be able to practice charging and chopping, and then he will get on the horse and split the pile. It's just that the wooden plow has practiced like this. After a long time, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Hurt." "It will hurt your body... What a silly boy." The majesty was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Don't teach me how to punch and cut. Let him practice for fun, and there is no need to teach him how to ride a horse, just make a show. "

"This……" "Mu Li, you are too serious. What does it matter if you don't learn how to learn a knife? A child's mind, maybe he will forget it tomorrow?" "But...but if this is the case, why did the majesty appoint Mu Li to teach the son? Don't the majesty want to..." The Maharaja waved his hand: "He is the son after all, so he should have the best teacher. But in my heart, I don't want him to become a warrior. I want to look good, and I want to look good. Remember Muli, Asu Le, it's not suitable for learning knives." Both of them fell silent, Maharaja handed over a glass of milk, the wooden plow was in his hand and did not drink.

He suddenly put down the cup and knelt down: "Majesty, Mu Li has a word." The majesty glanced at him, pointed at him with the lid of the silver cup and smiled: "Why is my wooden plow so hesitant to speak? On the grassland, only sheep are caught by wolves when they cry loudly. I heard that lions and tigers dare not make a sound. Muli and you have been with me for so many years, and you are our Qingyang lions and tigers. If you have anything to say, just tell me, I don’t blame you.” Mu Li nodded vigorously: "Mu Li wants to ask the Maharaja about establishing an heir."

"Heir?" The majesty raised his eyebrows, "My youngest son is Asule, according to the rules on the grassland, my tent, cattle and sheep will be his in the future. Does Muli think it's inappropriate?" "Mu Li thinks it's not right!" Mu Li raised his voice, "How many years can I live with the body of the son? Besides, the mother of the son is from Shuobei, and Shuobei is our biggest enemy. Mu Li followed the majesty so much. Aren't we all fighting against the white wolf in Shuobei?" "How many years can I live?" The majesty sighed lowly, "I don't know either. As for the blood of Shuobei, Mu Li, I also have half of Donglu blood. I don't know if Asule is half of the blood. He's from the north of Shuo, and all I know is that his mother is a poor woman in my tent."

He paced back and forth in the golden tent with his hands behind his back: "Mu Li, I know that the group of people who support Bimogan are called the eldest son's shack in private, and those who support Xu Dahan are called the third son's shack. , It is still a matter of establishing an heir. Everyone of you thinks that sooner or later, I will abolish Asule and establish another crown prince, because of Asule's body, because Asule is not like a real man on our grassland. These I know it all, but what I want to tell you is that I love this son Asule very much in my heart, and I don't want to hear any words to abolish him before I fall down."

"But Your Majesty..." "Mu Li, I don't need to talk about this anymore. I know your thoughts. I know your thoughts. I have an idea in my heart. One day I am going to die, and I will choose the most suitable maharaja for you. Asule learned the sword If you want to let him know that it is impossible, he will retreat and go to recuperate. There is no need to teach him any sword skills, understand?" "Yes." Mu Li nodded, "It's just that I have one more thing to say, not for the eldest prince, but for the son." "you say." "No matter how weak the son is, he is still a boy on our grassland. The majesty promised him to let him learn swordsmanship, but he asked Muli not to teach him. Didn't he lie to him?"

"Even if I lie to him..." Maharaja was silent for a moment, then smiled, "As a father, I hope my son will grow up well and live longer, so what if he is a hero or not? His grandfather is Unparalleled hero, what happened to his grandfather, Wooden Plow, you haven’t forgotten, have you?”