Chapter 21 Chapter 22

The white jade altar has been abandoned. Three months is not a long time, but there are so many experiences, even the pure white marble can't resist the passage of time. It is mutilated, broken, and its glory is gone.The holy light floating above has also faded.It has returned to the ordinary silence, and has turned into an ordinary pile of stones. Beside it, two magnificent cities have been built. Surrounded by 10,000 acres of fertile fields, the desolate city is surrounded by herds of horses and houses, and the rice is almost ripe.The golden color of the wild, guarding a blue city.

Tranquility, peace.The people look forward to the happiness of the harvest, and enjoy the cool wind of early autumn with peace of mind. The days to come will be heavy and fruitful, and they will no longer have to suffer from the severe cold in winter and the hunger in spring. The white and majestic City of Silver stands at the foot of Daqing Mountain.Even the majestic mountains cannot surpass its majesty.When it fully displays its posture in the world, all living beings have only one choice: surrender. The wind and fire surged, concealed and formed a continuous totem shape, followed the huge tower in the center of the city, and turned into six fierce clouds of fire, rushing up.Boundless black clouds weigh on the top of the city, black and white.Very clear and prominent.It seems that the City of Silver is magnificent and magnificent, like the capital of the sky.In the darkness, a golden light flashed faintly.

Two cities, one on earth and one in heaven.One is loaded with the desire of the common people, and the other is what the king wants.They are all miracles in Saibei, and any one of them is amazing enough. Which one is greater? An Dahan sat in front of the altar, pondering. The golden tent stood behind him, and the Mongolian warriors guarded him with their bravery. There were two groups of people in front of him, the group on the left was twelve Tumet leaders, and the group on the right was twelve civilians.The Tumed leaders looked at the civilians with some disdain. They are used to being superior, how can they be listed with these untouchables?And the civilians were also embarrassed, looking at these naturally noble leaders with some horror.To rank with them, the fear far outweighs the glory.

But no one dared to object, because this was the will of the Great Khan. This ruling is a struggle for wealth and freedom. The right to judge is not only the noble Tumed leader, but also the common people.Therefore, Al Dahan personally selected twelve people from craftsmen, merchants, and herdsmen as judges for this ruling. They have the same ruling powers as the twelve Tumed chiefs. Of course, the final judgment is still in the hands of I Dahan.Their opinions cannot change the final judgment, but they can affect Al Dahan's decision. I Dahan is pondering. Xiangsi and Zhongjie stood quietly in front of him and waited.

This ruling not only determines whether the two cities win or lose, but also the future of the entire Mongolian people. With my Dahan's determination, I can't jump to conclusions. Chong Jie bowed and said, "Why don't you go to the sky to have a look?" His words caught everyone by surprise.A quiet smile appeared on Zhong Jie's face, and he bowed to invite. An Dahan nodded slowly. Chong Jie stepped on the steps made of silver and walked slowly.He guided Al Dahan, Xiangsi, the twelve Tumed chiefs, and the twelve civilian representatives along the stone steps to the highest end of the City of Silver.

An Dahan's blood began to boil. They walked through barracks, where tens of thousands of iron cavalry were stationed.I Dahan naturally knows the combat power of this kind of cavalry.Duopingye in the Central Plains is exactly where this kind of cavalry shows great power. With such an army, it is not difficult to wipe out the elite troops of the Ming Dynasty in one fell swoop. They walked past a mastiff house, where giant mastiffs as tall as a person roared, as if even the thick iron chains couldn't hold them down.They were all covered with armor made of soft iron, and their four claws were equipped with sharp iron spikes.This makes them more effective in combat.In a trance, An Dahan remembered that legend.The bulldog regiment under Genghis Khan once created immortal achievements for him, and has been killing to another continent.

Can this giant mastiff corps create a legend-like achievement for him? They walked past armored warehouses.There were piles and piles of shining swords and armor in there.Each piece is extremely exquisite, forged with the secret weapon refining technique of the non-celestial clan and the flames of the earth's core, each piece can be said to be a magic weapon.With these armors, a huge and invincible army with superior combat power can be formed in an instant! They walked through war camps one after another.There, is a tall war machine.There are trebuchets like hills, exquisite ladders, powerful red cannons... everything is here.What's especially frightening is that the long-lost organ technique is still here. Countless wooden kites, iron birds, and wooden cows and horses crouch quietly. As long as they are given a command, they will immediately gain life.

Then, they came to the highest point of the City of Silver, the spire of the tower. There is no way, and the stone steps are the end here. Looking up, there is a misty black mist. Chong Jie laughed.He gestured. Suddenly, the black mist dissipated. A golden spire appeared in the mist.The difference is that it was born upside down, with the golden spire pressing on top of the silver spire.The black mist was still stretching in the sky, and it was faintly visible in the mist that although it was narrower than the Silver City, it was even more splendid Golden City. A similar golden staircase appeared, connecting with the stone steps of the Silver Tower.

Chong Jie bowed and led the crowd towards the Golden Summit. But the leader of the Twelve Tumets couldn't help feeling a burst of fear. The point where gold and silver connect is only a foot wide, so weak, how can it support such a large city?What if the city falls?But An Dahan and Zhongjie had already climbed the steps, they dared not retreat, so they had to keep up tremblingly.The twelve civilian representatives were even more panicked. They held hands with each other and walked up step by step. After walking for another quarter of an hour, they finally reached the top of the Golden City.

Their eyes suddenly opened up, and a great and holy atmosphere came over them, making them want to kneel down and praise this unprecedented spectacle from the bottom of their hearts. The city of gold is hidden in the sky, the magnificent city is surrounded by clouds and fog, and its image cannot be seen clearly from the ground.But in it, the eyes are almost unobstructed, and the vast world seems to be under him. The top of the city is a huge platform, a golden platform.It was an infinitely high sky above the ground. Looking down, everything on the ground was so small. That is the gaze of the gods.

Because there is a city that communicates with heaven and man, now they can also share. Standing on the top of the city, they couldn't help feeling that they had become gods and were being worshiped by all things.The feeling was so strong that they couldn't help but kneel down and kiss the golden earth. The rays of the morning sun seemed to shoot up from their feet, making them wonder if the stars would shine beside them if night fell. This city will honor them like gods. Everyone who climbed to the top felt a burst of ecstasy from the bottom of their hearts. This is a great city.Unprecedented greatness! There was a secret smile on Zhong Jie's face, he was no stranger to their reactions.This city, entrusted with the dream of the non-celestial clan for three thousand years, is enough to shock everyone's hearts. Under Brahma's blessing, Sanlian City will activate the power to destroy heaven and earth, slaughter all gods, and then create new gods. Only the gods of the clan of heaven. That was also his dream. He bowed and waited for my Dahan's verdict. An Dahan stood on the edge of the Golden City with his hands behind his back. The mighty wind was driven by the ground fire and blew violently up from the edge of the Golden City.The wind supports the weight of the city, keeping the city in the sky in balance.This city condenses the infinite wisdom of the non-day clan, and he has no doubt that whoever owns this city will own the whole world. And this person is him, the king of the entire Mongolia. With those iron cavalry and giant mastiff corps, using those battle armors to form a huge army, sticking to those mechanism battle towers, and with the help of the mysterious and great taboo power, it is not difficult for him to sweep the southern dynasty and establish a kingdom even stronger than Genghis Khan. To great deeds. He will be the greatest khan ever on the grassland. His name will be chanted until the world dies. How could he resist this temptation. His gaze could not help turning to Acacia. This water-like woman was sad and strong, which made his heart to fight for the world hesitant.He didn't know how she would counter the emperor's feats. There was a trace of pain in Acacia's eyes.In this miraculous city in the sky, she was the only one who was not bewitched. She raised her water-red sleeves and gently pointed to the ground. There, there is a new city that has just been built. Only at such a high place can we see the beauty of this new city. The neat board rises to create a warm home.Surrounding this home are vast rice fields.Now, the rice is almost ripe, and the sky is full of gold. That is also a city of gold, but it is a city of gold on the ground. In an instant, I Dahan was in a panic. The figures are like ants and weaves, shuttling between the boards and the fields.He could even imagine the expressions of joy on their faces.He had seen that expression before, and the shock he felt was no less than the moment he first boarded the Golden City. He was suddenly at a loss. He doesn't know how to choose. On the one hand, it is the achievements of the king; on the other hand, it is the happiness of the common people. Which should he choose?Which is the future of the Mongolian people? He suddenly remembered the look on Acacia's expression when he broke the arrow in the Hundred Thousand Army Camp.At that time, she begged him, hoping that he could promise the Mongolian people a future without arrows in their hands. Now, she built a city to let him see that one can be rich and free without arrows in his hand. And when he saw it, he still couldn't believe it. He cannot forget the glory of the king. But he knew that he owed her, he owed her a promise for the future. My Dahan suddenly turned around, he had already made a decision. "I believe you have all seen the greatness of the Three Linked Cities. With such a huge combat power and the miraculous Golden City, we are enough to conquer the entire world and let the Mongolian people stand proudly on top of everything." There was a trace of joy in the corner of Chong Jie's mouth. My Dahan continued: "But this bet is not a bet on who is greater, but a bet on who can bring prosperity and freedom. The Sanlian City is indeed great, but there is only killing in the city, but no wealth. In the deserted city, there are ten thousand mu Rice fields, herds of horses and livestock, and continuous houses. Therefore, it is the barren city, not the three-connected city, that truly achieves prosperity and freedom." The smile on the corner of Chong Jie's mouth suddenly froze! "Besides, I heard that more than a month ago, Sanlian City fought against Huangcheng once. Who won, National Teacher?" Chong Jie stared at him.His pale eyes were like the setting moonlight, gloomyly and coldly hanging down on my Dahan. My Dahan frowned. He had experienced hundreds of battles, and his shirt was stained with blood, but he had never felt so cold. Chong Jie's pale eyes, like the radiance of the last days, burned his soul.But he didn't back down because he owed a promise to the future. Chong Jie slowly revealed a smile: "I lost." An Dahan waved his hand violently, separating the heavy eyes: "This bet, Huangcheng wins!" "People in the deserted city are free from now on!" Chong Jie slowly knelt down on the golden ground.He worshiped Dahan with the most respectful etiquette, as if the decision made by Dahan made him extremely respectful.Then, he suddenly turned around and walked down the Golden City without looking back. The top of the city, which was high above the sky, suddenly became so cold. The twelve Tumed leaders and the twelve civilian representatives felt suffocated for a while. I Dahan waved his hand and led them down. When he walked past Acacia, he nodded slightly, as if telling her that he agreed with her suggestion. Mutual market. When Xiangsi walked out of the City of Silver, I Dahan had left with all his followers.She seemed to be the only one in the world, the setting sun dragged her slender figure long, and the surroundings were desolate and silent. Although she won the victory and won the prosperity and freedom of the 20,000 people in the deserted city, she was not happy. The heavy robbery has always been her demon, and his calm makes her a little uneasy. Her messy heart was suddenly full of fear for the future, and she didn't dare to move forward for a while, fearing that it would bring disaster back to the deserted city. Suddenly, a voice said lightly: "Stop." Chong Jie sat on the abandoned altar, his pale clothes hung down and spread out on the damaged steps, like a winding white snake.Like this altar, he is deserted and lonely.His eyes were cold and venomous, like a wounded snake, coldly locking Acacia. Xiangsi's body trembled, and she felt a bone-chilling chill. Chong Jie got up slowly, and walked down the altar step by step, his words were like thunder, resounding in Xiangsi's ears: "Affluence? Freedom?" "Mutual market?" "You really think you can get it?" He smiled coldly and pointed in the direction of the deserted city, with a cruel smile flashing on his face like a porcelain puppet: "How about turning this city into ashes in an instant?" Xiangsi's face turned pale. Just like his name itself, this young man in white robe is the calamity that comes one after another in the world, unable to struggle, unable to escape. Zhongjie's pale figure slowly walked down the high platform, forcing her to retreat step by step, his voice was full of sarcasm: "Mutual market, what a perfect suggestion. It's a pity that it's too wishful thinking." He stopped in front of Acacia, and looked at her coldly: "Do you think it's just a naughty boy's game? Will the Ming Dynasty agree? Will they sit and watch Mongolia get everything and become stronger?" Lovesickness sank. She suddenly thought that this is indeed a fatal problem.The Mongols and the Ming Dynasty have been fighting for years, and they are extremely hostile to each other. How could the Ming Dynasty agree to trade with Mongolia?The Ming Dynasty occupied the Central Plains, and its products were rich. There was really nothing that had to be obtained from Mongolia! Except war and killing. She was pale and felt a wave of despair.Why, this pale demon can always make people despair with just a few words? Suddenly, a faint voice said: "Who said the mutual market is impossible?" Xiangsi's eyes turned suddenly, and she saw a pair of familiar eyes hidden under a black dress. "Meng Tiancheng!" She couldn't help exclaiming. Meng Tiancheng didn't look at her, and said calmly: "I'm different from others, if I say to kill, I will definitely kill!" The red eyes are like a demon moon, and they are staring at Chong Jie sternly. The knife is in hand! An angry look flashed across Zhong Jie's face, as if he couldn't help but want to make a move.But he glanced at Acacia, and the restlessness suddenly stopped. As if thinking of something proud, a smile slowly formed on his pale face, and he bowed slightly to Meng Tiancheng: "Whatever you ask for will surely come true." He got up and bowed to Xiangsi, his smile became so humble and warm, as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend: "Whatever you ask for, will surely come true." A cold mist drifted in, and his body disappeared into the mist like a phantom. Meng Tiancheng and Xiangsi's colleagues were startled, not understanding what his words meant. Meng Tiancheng knew very little about Zhong Jie, so he didn't care much about it.He walked to Xiangsi's side and said: "I sent the letter to the Huayin Pavilion, but I heard that the owner of the pavilion is no longer in the pavilion. I followed the news all the way, from the capital to here, only then did I know that the owner of the pavilion has seen you." He paused, and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely help you to achieve the mutual market." Acacia looked at him, suffering from wind, frost and dew, he must have encountered many stories in the past three months, she was silent for a while. This man, who had never met before, traveled far and wide, traveling thousands of miles alone just for a promise. Helping the evildoers, disregarding righteousness... He has borne many notorieties in his life, but how can the chivalry in his chest be beyond the reach of those righteous people who make unreasonable comments? Xiangsi couldn't express her gratitude, so she could only murmur: "You... what can you do?" Meng Tiancheng smiled faintly, and said: "There is an old friend of mine in the capital, I think he still has this bit of power." Acacia was startled, looking at Meng Tiancheng's depressed smile, she suddenly understood who the old man he was talking about was. King Wuyue. Only King Wuyue has the influence to persuade Emperor Jiajing! But Meng Tian has become Yang Yizhi and has broken with the King of Wuyue. The whole world knows this, so how can he persuade the King of Wuyue?Could it be... She looked at Meng Tiancheng in surprise. There was a trace of bitterness in Meng Tiancheng's smile.He did this not to fulfill her, but just because he also thought it was right. He has done too many wrong things in his life, and now if he can help the Mongolian and Han clans rest and fight, it will be considered a little compensation. Also compensate Jinger.Make up for the accusations she has suffered over the years, and her family's reputation as a loyal family. He smiled and said, "As long as you don't forget what you promised me." Xiangsi frowned, seeming a little confused for a moment. Meng Tiancheng didn't care, and still said softly: "If you have time to spare, remember to go to Sichuan, to Huanhuaxitou, to visit my wife." He looked at the floating clouds in the sky and suddenly couldn't continue. To ask another person to visit his most beloved person, his heart is as bitter as tea. He could no longer enter that small courtyard and listen to the eaves bell. Can only form a ray of gaze in the small courtyard in the bottom of my heart. Infinite melancholy spread around. Acacia nodded slightly. Meng Tiancheng turned around and headed south: "Thank you." Chapter Twenty-Three Only ten days later, a brand new market stood on the border between Meng and Han. This mutual market was proposed by I Dahan in a letter, and the king of Wuyue mediated it, and Emperor Jiajing personally approved it. Both sides dared not neglect and prepared early.Before the official opening of the mutual market, many merchants from all over the world had been gathered here. There are no physical buildings in the market, only wooden stakes are used to surround the city with fences to delineate a rough area, so that people from Mongolia and Han can freely trade in the market clock.Although the market is simple, it is neatly arranged and stretches for several miles, making it look very spectacular. In the center of the market, more than a dozen larger fences are divided by wooden stakes, which is the scope of the horse market.In the initial stage of the mutual market, the commodities exported from Mongolia to Han were mainly horses.Some more endowed herdsmen drove dozens of livestock to occupy it.These horses are tall and strong, with shiny coats, far from being comparable to the weak horses in the Han area. The people in the Han area are eye-opening, and they praise them, and they can't help but want to buy them. To the east of the horse market, rows of simple shacks are set up with wooden poles and felt tents, and shop fronts made of various kinds of linen are hung.A simple counter is supported by a few logs and a long board, and the legs are equipped with axles so that it can be moved at any time.Various colors of linen cloth printed with the shopkeeper's item number hang down, decorating the counter in a simple and neat way.Baskets of tea, bolts of silk, and pieces of porcelain are listed on these counters, which also opened the eyes of Mongolian herdsmen. In addition, there are some traders with small profits and small profits, who can't afford to rent a stall, so they push carts and carry burdens to gather in the west of the horse market.Although the market in the west is small, it is the most prosperous.Those who sell rouge and gouache, those who sell fur and bones, those who sell oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, those who sell clothes, shoes and hats, those who sell plows and hoeing farm tools, those who sell paper calligraphy and paintings, those who sell Shandong pancakes, Beijing bean juice, Suzhou thousand-layer cakes, and Huzhou zongzi. Clay figurines from Wuxi, Yangzhou paper-cut, Sichuan bacon, and Hubei spicy peppers are all available, and the cries are endless.It does not allow the Mongolian and Han peoples, as well as Tibetans, Manchus, Yugus, Dongxiangs, and Uyghurs to clutter and yell, and the scene is so prosperous that it is really like a Raksha sea market. In front of the horse market, an altar had already been set up.The altar is covered with a thick white felt blanket, a shelf more than ten feet high is set up in the center, and a huge gong is hung.The gong is bathed in the morning sun and emits a golden light.Dozens of nanmu chairs are arranged on the east and west sides of the altar, and the two leading ones are covered with tiger skins and bright yellow brocade cushions, which look extremely solemn. After three poles, it will soon be noon, and the grand opening ceremony of the market is coming soon.Both the merchants and the people put down their goods and gathered at the altar to make money.Drummers, musicians, and dancers in costumes also entered the arena one after another, waiting quietly under the altar. Everyone held their breath and looked up at the gong. Under the dazzling sun, the huge gong is shining brightly, and it seems that it is also longing for this note to sing a sacrifice to heaven and earth. As long as the noon sun shines on the earth, the dance of offering sacrifices to the gods has passed the last beat, leaps up, and rings the gong, this mutual market, which entrusts the prosperity and peace of the people of the two places, can be opened from then on. Three salutes were fired, and two teams of glorious guards of honor marched in from the east and west sides of the altar, and everyone immediately knelt down and did not dare to raise their heads for a long time. A group of horses and white robes to the west are the Mongolian Khan Ida, the national teacher Zhongjie, and the leaders of the Twelve Tumets.The group of red and purple algae embroidered and honored guards in the east is the king of King Wuyue, the special envoy of the imperial envoy for this exchange.After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, the host and guest were seated separately.Although this place is the border between the two countries, it is still under the jurisdiction of Al Dahan, so King Wuyue took the guest seat on the east side, looked at the altar leisurely, and waited for the opening of the mutual market. The auspicious time was approaching, and I Dahan waved his hand gently downward. The musicians and dancers who had been waiting under the stage walked out slowly. They were dressed in full costumes and had solemn faces. They knelt down and worshiped the heaven and earth, I Dahan, and the guests in turn, and they were about to start this pious dance of worshiping gods. The sound of drums, vast and deep, sounded on the vast land, like the mournful battle sound during the ancient conquest, every sound is soul-stirring. The dancer, holding a pheasant tail and wearing a white robe covered with jewels, slowly stepped up the steps leading to the altar, step by step, towards the solemnity. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the altar without blinking, and countless hearts danced and ignited slowly with the sound of drums. Most of these people come from nearby villages and are at the forefront of the war between the two countries.Never never never fight Since the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, Mongolia and Han have fought and killed for a hundred years, and they have borne the brunt of it.Their homes were built several times and destroyed several times, and the wealth they worked so hard to accumulate disappeared in an instant. Almost every family had people who died due to war and hunger, and almost everyone was displaced due to fleeing. Now, will all this be a thing of the past?Even the beacon fire and the shrill horn will turn into the cries of merchants, is the noise of free trade gone?Will the armored soldiers and the ravine-ridden battlefield be transformed into a merchant cavalry and a prosperous capital?Poverty and war, blood and slaughter, will they no longer pollute this land? Tears gradually welled up in those people's eyes. Suddenly, the drumbeat stopped abruptly, and the drumsticks fell to the ground with a clang. The dancer who was about to step onto the altar let out an exclamation and fell down the stage. ————The white felt blanket on the altar for the dancers to step on turned into a blood red at some point! The Han people looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss.They didn't know why there was such an astonishing change, they only felt an ominous premonition, which forced people to come.Fear is like a heavy black cloud, pressing down on this newly established market, it is so heavy that it is suffocating. The Mongolian people looked at the national teacher in horror, hoping that he could bring instructions from the gods—only he has the qualification to communicate with the gods. Chong Jie looked at the crowd, his pale and strange face was hidden behind the white cloak.Under the eyes of everyone, he stood up and stretched out his arms to the sky to receive the dazzling sunlight, as if he was listening to the oracle from the depths of the sky. There was complete silence all around. Then, he slowly withdrew his hands, crossed them in front of his chest, and said two words softly: "God's wrath." All the people became terrified, fell to their knees one after another, and buried their heads deep in the soil, as if they wanted to pray for the forgiveness of the gods. The sun is getting more and more prosperous, if there is no one to go up to the altar, initiate the dance of worshiping the gods, and announce to the world, then the auspicious time will be missed, and the exchange market will not be officially opened, so we have to wait for the next auspicious day. That was already a month later. King Wuyue looked at I Dahan with a smile, as if waiting for his judgment. An Dahan frowned, he got up abruptly, and said in a loud voice, "Who will dance this ritual dance?" There was silence all around, and no one dared to answer. The heavy and cold gaze was like a mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making them afraid to speak or look. Costumed dancers and drummers knelt before the altar, almost dying of guilt.They knew that their retreat had failed the people of the two places, as well as the expectations of the Great Khan, but years of faith and piety had turned into scorching shackles, firmly locking their hearts, making them rather die than Dare to offend the wrath of God. There was a sound of extremely light footsteps, and the kneeling drummer raised his head in a daze, and a water-red light shone in, almost burning his eyes. He looked up in astonishment, and saw a woman standing in front of him. Just like a lotus flower in May, with gentleness and inviolable holiness, miraculously descended on the vast grassland, bringing a gentle misty rain to this vast and majestic wilderness. Suddenly like a dream, but enough to remember a lifetime. The drummer was at a loss, but she bent down to him, with a faint smile on her beautiful face.This smile is full of comfort and encouragement, as if to comfort him not to blame himself. The drummer's heart trembled violently, and in a trance, she only felt that with a light hand, she had taken the drumstick away. Acacia's figure was like a falling cloud, passing through the kneeling people and coming to the west of the altar. She saluted generously, held up the drumsticks in her slender hands, presented them in front of my Dahan, and said softly, "Please Dahan beat the drums for me." I Dahan hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and reached out to take the drumstick. A smile appeared on Xiangsi's face, she stepped back to the altar step by step, took the pheasant tail from Wudu's hand, turned around and jumped onto the high platform. The wind blows and dances. Luo Yi Congfeng, long sleeves crossed. The water-red clothes unfurl slowly on the scarlet carpet, like a flower blooming in the wind.Every dancing posture is so graceful and graceful, but also so noble and pure, without a trace of gaudy color, like a nine-day feathered phoenix, skimming the deep mountains of Kunlun, and resting on the vast green trees. My Dahan stared at her, slowly got up from the throne, and several attendants hurriedly carried the huge cowhide drum used for accompaniment. He untied the armor on his body, held the drumstick tightly, and swung it slowly. The drum beats vibrated on the ground, and the sound of the sound disturbed the wind and thunder. Every kneeling commoner couldn't help raising his head, staring blankly at the altar.At that moment, the fear and hesitation in their hearts completely disappeared, leaving only awe and solemnity. The sun was shining brightly at noon, but the endless sky and the vast grassland suddenly faded at this moment, as if they had returned to the prehistoric era. Under the light, with every beat of the drum, it trembled slightly. The lovesickness dance turned quickly, as if the red feather phoenix perched on the biwu was also summoned by the sound of the drum, spread its wings and flew, and danced indulgently in the red world. The name of the dance is "Feng Lai". It is said that it was written to praise Fuxi's achievements.It is the ancient ancestors who sincerely praised their great Emperor Wu, who invented the necessary utensils for people's livelihood, developed production, and brought prosperity to people. I Dahan didn't know the origin of this dance, but just followed her rhythm and waved the drumsticks indulgently. Acacia's dancing posture also changed with the changes of his drumbeats, and it was as if it was a natural fit. Thousands of people stared blankly at them, and could not help but burst into tears. The low voices were transmitted to each other, and they opened their eyes wide in surprise, realizing that this water-red shadow was the legendary goddess of the lotus in the deserted city. That is the goddess they believed in, willing to offend the wrath of the gods, stepping on the scarlet carpet and performing a dance of worship for them.That water-red shirt fluttered on the grassland like a feather and a phoenix. It was the Great Khan they respected, who took off the armor symbolizing achievements and royal power, picked up the drumsticks with his own hands, and beat ancient notes for them.His long hair was flying, his clothes were wet with sweat, and his chestnut skin glowed slightly in the sun, like a stalwart god. The common people couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted loudly. Their admiration for the goddess of lotus, their praise for my Dahan, and their hope for the eternal peace between the two countries were intertwined, and they could no longer be separated from each other. The sound of the drums became more and more urgent, urging the dancers to change their postures, the dance steps twirled, and the water-red long sleeves whirled, gradually turning into a lotus of harmony, blocking everyone's sight, everyone's exclamations, praises, and applause Gradually stopped, turned into unbelievable consternation. Breathing has stopped. It's three quarters. With a bang, the last note resounded, Xiangsi's infatuated figure stopped suddenly, and suddenly flew towards the gong like a feather and phoenix. There was a loud bang, and the gong made a crisp sound like gold and stone under the beating of the pheasant tail in her hand, which just merged with the unceasing sound of the drum. earth. The voice was so clear and distant, yet so grand and solemn, as if it was telling the whole world that the mutual market between Mongolia and Han would start from this moment.Hundreds of years of waiting came true at this moment. All of a sudden, Wan Lai has retreated, leaving only this lingering sound to resonate silently between heaven and earth.It wasn't until the lingering sound died down that there was an earth-shattering applause from the crowd! The whole market was in a carnival.The hawkers took out the food and dried fruits they sold, and threw them into the air for everyone to share: the herdsmen who were good at singing and dancing held hands and started the dance: more people embraced each other with ecstasy on their faces, It doesn't matter whether they are strangers or not. There was a soft "pop", and the pale hair broke between Zhong Jie's fingers, but no one heard it. His face was still hidden under the white cloak, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. It wasn't until dusk that the carnival came to an end.While talking and laughing, people wiped away their wet tears, packed up bags of goods in the carriage, and scattered in all directions contentedly.Waiting to come back tomorrow. As soon as the celebration ended, Zhong Jie rode away.King Wuyue stayed until the market closed in the evening, and then he said goodbye to me Dahan with a happy face, and returned to Beijing to return to his order. My Dahan was grateful for the mediation power of King Wuyue, and sent Han Naji off for thirty miles. When a group of people walked by Xiangsi, King Wuyue suddenly turned his head and looked at her with a smile that was not a smile. Xiangsi felt an inexplicable panic in her heart. She seemed to have seen those gloomy eyes not long ago, but she couldn't remember them for a while.She pondered for a long time, then silently took Rouge and walked towards the deserted city. Suddenly, there was a sound of hooves behind her.I saw Dahan leading the twelve Tumed leaders riding towards her on horseback. Acacia showed her face and smiled, and bowed her skirt as a gift: "Sweat profusely." An Dahan stood in front of her, smiled and said, "Thank you." Xiangsi also smiled, and Mu Feng raised her long hair that was hanging down due to the whirling dance. Under the sweat balls and the setting sun, her beautiful face was as moving as a new lotus. I Dahan looked at her with a smile, until she saw a faint red cloud on her face, and said, "What reward should I give you?" Xiangsi lowered her head, tidied her temple hair, and said softly: "The Great Khan promised me the trade policy, I am already grateful, what reward do you want?" An Dahan waved his whip and pointed at the people who were leaving: "This time it is not my reward, but all the people on the grassland to thank the Lotus Goddess, you must accept it." Xiangsi pondered for a while, then suddenly raised her head, smiled and said, "Since that's the case, why don't we gamble again? If Dahan wins, I will accept Dahan's reward. If I win, I will make another suggestion to Dahan. " My Dahan nodded and said with a smile: "Although I really want to hear this suggestion, I will never admit defeat. What are you going to bet this time?" Xiangsi raised the rein in her hand: "Let's gallop on the grassland for an hour and see who is faster." Seeing that she looked confident, An Dahan couldn't help but carefully looked at her mount Rouge, but couldn't help being surprised.When did she get such a steed mount? However, his shock was only for a moment. The red horse he sat on was also a blood-blooded horse, and he had been fighting with him for many years.I Dahan knows very well that although this kind of bloody horse is extremely handsome, it is also difficult to tame. If the horse cannot truly serve the rider, it will be difficult to fully display its speed.Sunny day + rainy lovesickness It took only a few months to get this horse, and he must have not gotten up to tame the horse, so he smiled and said: "It's up to you." Si Si burst into a smile, suddenly pulled the reins, Yan Zhi let out a long hiss, like a red cloud soaring up, it has jumped several feet. I Dahan was caught off guard and was thrown away by her.He let out a long neigh, and galloped his horse to give chase. The two of them, one in front and one behind, galloped towards the northern grassland. The leaders of the Twelve Tumets were shocked, worried about the safety of the sweat, and quickly rode their horses to keep up. Although they were good at riding and shooting, and their mounts were also the best in a hundred, how could they compare with these two sweaty horses?After only a moment, he was thrown far away. On the vast grassland, only I Dahan and Xiangsi were left, galloping their horses in the twilight. Under the horseshoes, blue dust was flying, and they were getting farther and farther away from everyone. The night is shrouded, and the wind and fog are vast. Large areas of meadows, streams, seas of flowers, and gentle slopes all retreated at a fast speed, turning into a continuous tapestry, and it was no longer possible to distinguish each other. Xiangsi held the rein tightly with her slender hands, and galloped northward with breathless concentration.When Rouge met his opponent, he also became excited. He galloped across the grassland, stopping and turning abruptly from time to time, or leaping over a stream several feet wide, trying to throw off Dahan's horse. But no matter how hard it tried, it still couldn't get away from the distance. After several turns, I Dahan pre-judged the direction and narrowed the gap.Yanzhi didn't dare to play tricks anymore, she just ran straight to the north, and I Dahan chased after her with a whip at a distance of one zhang, but she couldn't catch up. The twilight gradually became thicker, and the light of the moon rose from the west, shining on the land where the sun was still lingering. For a time, the sun and the moon were shining together, which was extraordinarily magnificent. The evening on the grassland was extraordinarily quiet, and the vast expanse of heaven and earth was deserted. Only the rustling of windmills and the whispering of insects. After jumping over a clear stream, a six-foot-high blue hill appeared in front of my eyes. 相思倏然勒马，胭脂仰天一声嘶鸣，虽然意犹未尽，也只得停住了马蹄，轻轻抖身，满身红痕散若云霞。 相思回过头，指着初生之月笑道：“大汗，我们约定的时间已经到了。” 俺达汗也勒住马，看了看天色，笑道：“我输了。说你的建议吧。” 相思却微笑不答。她轻轻下马，指着那座六尺高的小丘道：“大汗可知道这是什么？” 暮色几乎完全笼盖了原野，微弱的月光却无法照亮这片广阔的土地。俺达翻身下马，走到小丘跟前，打量良久，才皱眉道：“似乎是一座坟墓。” 微亮的月光下，相思盈盈浅笑：“这是青冢。” 青冢，是草原上最著名的历史古迹之一，是草原人民为纪念王昭君而建。 俺达汗却笑了：“你若是要看青冢，改日我带你去荒城南面那座。” 荒城南面十余里，有一座久负盛名的青冢。它规模最为宏大，保存得也最为完整，以至于汉族的文人墨客，诗词题咏的都是这一座青冢。但他们并不知道，草原上许多地方都流传着王昭君的传说，人们深深爱戴这个孤身远嫁、却为两国人民带来和平的女子。他们在自己的村落旁为她建起了无数的家冠冢。以纪念她的功绩。一座崩坏了，便再修造一座。草原上每一处被太阳照亮的地方，都有一座不为人知的小小土丘，被称为青冢，在当地人民的心中，默默无闻地不朽着。 一去紫台连朔漠，独留青冢向黄昏。 千余年来，大漠风尘漫漫，原野蔓草荒芜，多少丰功传绩、多少灿烂城池被历史无情地吞没，却唯独湮灭不了这些墓草茸碧的青冢。它们一座座，散布在苍茫天地间，引起一代又一代人的追怀。 相思微笑道：“我想问大汗一个问题。” 她的声音很轻，仿佛风动琴弦：“这个世界上，什么时候永恒的？” 俺达汗一怔，什么是永恒的？ 他也听重劫说起过，传说中第一代非天之王与梵天的对答。非天之王求梵天赐给自己一座永恒不灭的都城。于是，梵天用创生了世界的智慧和无限的慈悲回答他： ----孩子，没有东西是永恒的。 多少年来，以非天之族后裔自居的蒙古王朝，弓马征战，给世界带来鲜血和战火。他们信仰梵天，却又一直在挑战着这句来自梵天的神谕----他们始终希望在这个世界上建立一座永恒不灭的都城，这便是他们自第一代非天之王那里继承的信仰与使命。 什么是永恒的？ ----伟大的三连之城，便是永恒。 这是他们的信仰，多少年来，从未动摇。但这一刻，俺达汗却发现自己无法作出这样的回答。 相思抬头，目光望向遥远的天之尽头，轻轻道：“非天之王的不灭连城，神之祝福......” 她顿了顿，一字字说出这辉煌城池的结局：“灰飞烟灭。” I Dahan was startled.是的，传说中那座梵天祝福过的城池，那用黑铁、白银、黄金缔造而成的三连之城，曾让诸天神佛为之战栗，却最终在某个黄昏的瞬间，化为灰飞。 “成吉思汗的伟大帝国，辽阔无尽......”她发出一声轻轻的叹息，“分崩离析。” 俺达汗再震。是的，历史上那亘古未有的伟大功业，那征服了无数土地，统御了无数城池的广阔帝国，曾让整个世界为之震颤，却在成吉思汗死后的数年中，分崩离析。 成吉思汗的伟大功业，尚且如此。他，又能如何？ 相思抬起手，指向那不足七尺的土丘，一字字道：“为什么，当英雄豪杰埋骨成灰，当帝王将相俱成往古，一个小小女子的事迹，却在蒙汉两族人民心中代代流传？” “为什么，当一切神迹灰飞烟灭，一切功勋沦归虚无，这些小小的青冢，还在草原上千年伫立？” 俺达汗动容，久久凝视着她，却不能答一语。 淡淡星光下，相思上前一步，将右手轻轻放在他胸襟上。 她纤柔手心的温度传来，穿过战袍，穿过肌肤，水一般渗入了他的心田，带来灼热的刺痛。 一字一句，她的声音是那么轻，却仿佛露滴风荷，哪怕千万种声音一起奏响，你听到的还是这一声： “只有建筑在人心上的城市，才是永恒的。” 俺达汗霍然抬头，水一般的月华照耀在这个女子脸上，透出温婉的光芒，一如那天边的弦月，在无边无际的沉黑宇宙中，独自闪耀着动人的清辉。 孤独、纯粹、执著、坚强。 虽然微茫、柔弱、却带着洞穿岁月，烧灼灵魂的力量。 俺达汗猝然合眼，长长一声叹息：“你想要我怎么做？” 这是他第一次，征求一个女子的意见。 相思轻轻道：“今日互市让大汗看到，两地百姓有多么厌恶征战，多么向往自由与富足。然而，互市能带来一时的繁荣，却无法让双方长久和平。蒙汉间征战已久，彼此芥蒂深重，无法全心信任。集市交易商贾往来，人员杂居，一旦有所冲突，事态失控，战事再起，大汗所做的一切努力都将付诸流水。” 俺达汗面色凝重，缓缓点头，这也的确是他担心的。 相思微笑道：“只有双方结为姻亲之国，才可彼此真正信任，诚心止息干戈，让两地居民久享安宁。” 姻亲之国？这又是何等含义？ 俺达汗皱起眉头，相思依旧微笑不语，盈盈目光指处，正是那座青色的土丘。 俺达汗突然明白了她的意思，错愕道：“你要我效法呼韩邪单于，与明朝和亲？” 相思向他敛裙一礼：“正如同王昭君与呼韩邪单于一样，大汗与这位公主的故事，亦将在两族人民心中万代流传。” 俺达汗看着她，脸色渐渐沉了下来，一字字道：“你要本汗迎娶明朝的公主？” 夜色中，相思并未察觉他神色的改变，依旧微笑：“大汗英明神武，春秋正盛，此番和亲，不仅能成就一段止息两国干戈的伟业，想必亦成成全一位女子的幸福。” 这一番话，让俺达汗脸上闪过一阵怒容。他脸色阴沉，翻身上马，几乎立刻要打马离去，却见相思抬起头，盈盈望着他，眼中满是恳求。 她似乎并不知道为何会触怒他，清婉的脸上浮起一丝惶恐，轻轻道：“这便是我的第二个建议，请大汗不要拒绝。” 俺达汗心中一软，竟不忍立刻拒绝她。他长长叹息，压抑下心中的怒火，淡淡道：“此事关系重大，且容本汗考虑几日。” 相思还想说什么，他摆手道：“天色已晚，本汗送你回荒城。”挥鞭向北而去。 星光下，相思默默地跟在他身后，不时用眼角余光看着他，见他脸色阴沉，她也不好再说什么。 她心中满是疑惑，不明白他的态度为何会突然改变。 明明方才还深受触动，为何突然变得一脸怒容？ 她轻轻叹息一声，跟随他向荒城而去。