Chapter 22 Chapter 24: Still Looking at Luoyang Flowers in a Dream

After An Dahan sent Xiangsi back to the deserted city, it was already dark, and in the dark night, he rode his horse back to the camp alone.Over the years, this is the first time he and he walked alone on the vast grassland without any followers.He whipped the long grass vigorously, but the anger in his heart became more and more intense. As a king, his feats covered the entire grassland.Now all the land north of the Great Wall belongs to him.The vast territory in the south is just something in his pocket, why can't he ask for it?Why is he so powerful? But now, his heart is empty, with a huge sense of loss churning in it, even the weakest wind can make him feel disturbed for a while.

Majesty, merit, power, and wealth all seemed so pale, unable to help him conquer a soft heart, and this heart was exactly what he wanted. ----Why did she let herself make a kiss? Doesn't she know his pride?Doesn't she know his majesty? ----Why did she let herself make a kiss? Going to submit a letter to ask for marriage, to be the son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty?He waved his south finger, and within ten days, troops could come to their capital! To marry a pampered and domineering princess?He hates those posturing Central Plains royal etiquette! My Dahan suddenly became irritable, and he swung his horsewhip vigorously, rolling up a burst of grass debris.

A faint white shadow appeared in front of him. The horse stopped suddenly, as if it didn't dare to approach the shadow. Bai Ying walked slowly under the faint moonlight, a stream of blood soaked from his thin white robe, and wet his bare feet.He looked up at the moonlight and knelt down gently. A huge bundle of brambles wrapped around him, its spikes digging deep into his skin.Blood melted into teardrops and dripped on the vast grassland. The thorns on the top formed a simple crown of thorns, enveloping his long silver-white hair. pale face. An Dahan couldn't help exclaiming: "National teacher?"

Chong Jie didn't seem to hear, he still walked forward silently, every time he took a step, he bowed deeply under the moonlight.The thorn pierced his skin, blood dripped and stained his pale clothes, but he ignored it completely. I Dahan was taken aback.Gradually, he understood what Chong Jie was doing. Penance. When the Feitian clan asks for something, they should do all ascetic practices to see the gods.At this moment, Chong Jie offered his own blood and pain as an offering, praying for the mercy of the gods. What is he praying for? A very light sigh sounded in the night sky, but it was so pious and so quiet. At that moment, I Dahan heard Chongjie's prayer to the gods of the heavens:

----May the foundation of the Mongolian Kingdom prosper forever. Repeat it in Mongolian, Sanskrit, and Chinese. Each time, you bow down deeply, letting the thorns pierce your body, and the blood wets the soil under your feet. I Dahan couldn't help being shocked. This pale young man, after all, is from the ancient kingdom of Mongolia and the ruler of the highest theocracy of the Eight White House.Everything he did, no matter how cruel and surly, was after all for the future of the Great Mongolian Kingdom. Although this future is very different from what she described, it also runs counter to her own ideas.

Almost everyone can see that these days, the conflict between him and the national teacher has become more and more serious, and the alliance between kingship and theocracy that has existed for thousands of years is about to collapse. But at this moment, Chong Jie was persevering alone under the moonlight, praying for a future for his country. At that moment, I Dahan almost forgot all the offenses of the heavy robbery, and couldn't help getting off his horse and going forward: "National teacher..." Chong Jie raised his head slowly and stared at Dahan, Chong Jie's gaze was empty, as if he had been immersed in worshiping the gods, and had escaped all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world of mortals.

I Dahan was taken aback and forgot to help him up. Chongjie's raised eyes were extremely transparent, like colored glaze flowing under the moonlight, this gaze penetrated my Dahan's body and shone into his heart all the way. Faintly, Chong Jie said: "You are confused." He stretched out his hands to Dahan: "Speak, my king, tell your confusion, and I will do hard work for you." The blood and tears of the thorn wrapped around him, making him look holy and silent.Like an omnipotent prophet, facing his most devout believer, he gently opened his arms. I Dahan hesitated.

He is the highest priest of the Eight Hundred Houses, and he was about to dissect the doubts of the royal family. This is an agreement reached between the royal power and the divine power hundreds of years ago.And Zhong Jie is undoubtedly the most outstanding priest among the past dynasties. Under his leadership, the Sanlian City will be rebuilt. ----Maybe, what will he do? A glimmer of hope ignited in the bottom of my Dahan's heart, and he knelt down devoutly under the moonlight, telling everything softly. All the confusion, the king is pouring out to the angel. Chong Jie listened quietly, the moonlight shone on his blood-stained white clothes, like a snowfield full of winter plum blossoms.

At this moment, he has no jealousy, no resentment, his expression is so calm, calm, and noble, just like the god himself in the underground palace. He suddenly smiled: "do you like her?" I Dahan was startled, this thought was deep in his heart, and at this moment when he was suddenly uttered by Zhong Jie, it became the deepest shock, reaching the bottom of his heart. Yes, he liked her. From the moment the three arrows snapped off, her shadow was deeply imprinted in his heart, never to be lingered again.That blush is not only the salvation of the deserted city, but also his salvation.

He suddenly understood why he was so disappointed when she asked for a marriage.It all boils down to this one sentence: you like her I Dahan couldn't help but nodded slightly. Chong Jie suddenly knelt down. Blood gushed out, and the joint was covered with filth, and he gently picked it up.With this filth of blood and soil, he drew a serpentine mark on Al Dahan's forehead. "Whatever you ask for, will surely come true." He stretched out his hand, holding three small thangkas in his palm. In the first one, a city is embroidered with blue thread, a city surrounded by ears of rice, and a golden armor stands in the center of the city.

The second one is embroidered with a golden tent with an eagle spreading its wings. In the third picture, a royal nobleman was embroidered with a few light strokes, but her appearance is impressively lovesick! My Dahan was taken aback. He didn't know what the thangka in Zhongjie's hand meant. He could recognize it. The first thangka depicted a deserted city, and the golden tent on the second one belonged to Bahan Najib. , the third one should be lovesick, but he doesn't understand, what is the golden armor in the first thangka?Why is Khan Naji embroidered on the second picture?Why does Acacia on the third picture wear the royal clothes of the Ming Dynasty? Chong Jie's finger was printed on his forehead, and he repeated slowly: "Whatever you ask for, will surely come true." An Dahan raised his eyes suddenly, and Zhong Jie's eyes were bright, as if he contained all his doubts. Inexplicably, he seemed to see a ray of light, which made him infinitely warm. Chongjie knelt down and bowed slowly, and An Dahan felt a burst of longing in his heart. He couldn't stay any longer, and galloped on his horse, rushing towards his golden tent. Behind him, the white demon didn't stop bowing down, still walking on the grassland indifferently, the moonlight slowly faded, portraying his figure so vaguely, like a flower after a storm. Doomed to perish. Our Dahan was sitting in the big tent, the amber jade cup was filled with fine wine, but he didn’t care to drink it, his eyes were fixed on the golden armor spread horizontally on the golden table . It was fine, armor made of pure gold.Exquisite patterns cover the entire armor, carved into countless Taoist spells, and the pearls and jade inlaid on it are enough to exchange for all the assets of a middle-class family. Although I Dahan is expensive as a khan, But I have never seen such a luxurious armor. This pair of armor is more exquisite than practical, and it is not so much for charging, as it is for decoration.The armor body is beautifully curved, outlining a woman's exquisite figure, which made my Dahan feel disturbed for a while. When was this golden armor placed on his case? Who is it that wears this golden armor?What is her identity? In silence, Khan Naji walked into the golden tent and knelt down on the ground. I Dahan said nothing, and when Han Naji saw the golden armor, his face could not help but change slightly. My Dahan said word by word: "Do you know this golden armor?" Hannaji hesitated for a moment, not daring to lie, and nodded slowly. I Dahan didn't ask any more questions, and waited for him to continue. "The commander-in-chief of the deserted city, the legendary lotus goddess among the common people, the woman who bet with the Great Khan and the national teacher, is the princess of Ming Dynasty, Princess Yongle." An Dahan suddenly stood up! He inhaled in one breath, but forgot to exhale, stood there blankly, and sat down quietly for a long time. He just felt that he couldn't think any more, and there was ecstasy hovering in his heart. He couldn't explain the reason, but he couldn't help but want to laugh.He wanted to be more solemn, but the curvature of his mouth revealed his heart. Fortunately, Khan Naji was frightened by the majesty of the Great Khan and dared not look at him.My Dahan forced himself to be calm, and listened to Han Naji talking about everything from Tianshou Village to the deserted city. I Dahan's mood suddenly brightened.Even if Acacia makes a thousand or ten thousand requests that are difficult to answer, he will not be angry anymore.He will hold her hand, walk to the highest point, point to the thousands of miles of land, and tell her that as long as she is willing, all of this will be hers. He and she rule together. He flipped up his fingers, and the third thangka came into view.In the attire of the royal nobles, there is a water-red woman. The princess, Acacia, was originally alone. She narrated and proposed to herself the suggestion of getting married, so it turned out that she had such deep intentions.Qingzhong, Wang Zhaojun, has won her so much admiration, so it turns out that she also wants to imitate the ancients, just as she emulates the great Genghis Khan. As reckless as himself, but he didn't realize her deepest intentions, which made her panic. ---- In the future, all the green mounds will be named after you. An Dahan said to himself silently, and gently closed the thangka. The pale figure slowly walked into the golden tent. Chong Jie stood quietly, his face was full of brightness like a bright moon.He is the messenger of God, sowing blessings for the world. An Dahan stood up. At this moment, he was infinitely grateful to the priest who answered his doubts. He was willing to do all the power of the king's power to add glory to his theocratic power. Zhong Jie kowtowed silently: "Great Khan, the King Wuyue of the Ming Dynasty sent an envoy to welcome their princess back." I Dahan was taken aback. An eunuch in yellow clothes entered the account at the sound, knelt down in front of Dahan, and said sharply: "Our prince saw Princess Yongle who had been separated a few months ago in the exchange market, and she seemed to be a guest at Dahan's place. The matter is serious, so the prince did not dare to recognize each other rashly at the time. After asking the prince of Nahanji for verification, he was confirmed as the princess Chitose himself. Please read the good relationship between the two countries and let the villain welcome the princess back The villain must show the mighty virtue of the Great Khan in front of the emperor and the prince. On a sunny day, there will be rain to hit Ming Dynasty, and Mongolia will have a good relationship from generation to generation, and it will go down in history forever." As he said, he bowed deeply. My Dahan was so upset that he couldn't hear what he said clearly. Are you going to send her back?Doesn't that mean I won't see her for a long time? He was disturbed for a while, and he just wanted to order someone to expel this yin and yang envoy.But the remaining reason told him that he couldn't do this.He is the Great Khan of Mongolia, and she is the princess of the Ming Dynasty. In the words of Zhongyuan, this is the title. He couldn't let her just be here like this, nameless.This can't match her dignity, nor can it match his heart. Should we send her back?His heart was so restless for a moment.It was easy to send her back to the border, but what if she never came back? Chong Jie came up lightly: "Will Da Khan repair a book and ask him to take it back?" What book do you study? Chong Jie's pale smile made him understand in an instant, it was naturally a promise to her, and he wrote a letter to ask for a marriage. I Dahan nodded slightly. The servant brought the pen and ink, Dahan picked up the pen, his mood was suddenly so disturbed that he couldn't write a word, he sighed: "The teacher will write for me." Chong Jie nodded lightly, picked up the pen and wrote thirteen big characters first: "I Daqiu Shang Yongle, the king outside the Great Wall". Seeing this line of words, I Dahan couldn't help laughing.But seeing Chongjie's pen go away like a dragon and a snake, a melody was completed in an instant.My Dahan didn't even look at it, took the Khan's big seal, and placed it neatly at the end. I Dahan watched this water-red woman from afar as she was sent to the golden chariot. Due to the customs of Han, before the wedding, both parties need to avoid suspicion.I Dahan can't come forward, so the matter of sending the princess to the border will be undertaken by Bahan Naji. King Wuyue personally came to the border to meet Princess Yongle.I Dahan followed the team far away.He didn't leave at ease until he saw her being welcomed into the carriage with the flag of the Wuyue Palace. That woman doesn't have to stay anymore, she can do everything she wants to do, an eternal capital, a group of rich and free people. And, an adoring king. An Dahan stood quietly in front of the border, watching her figure get further and further away. He told himself that he would see her again soon.She must personally wear the most glorious crown in all Mongolia, and let her stay by her side forever, until the eternal capital stands outside the Great Wall. Until he was about to die, he would hold her hand and tell her that there was another capital city built in his heart, and there was only one person in it. It was also an eternal and immortal capital, built just for her. The return form of the Ming Dynasty was quickly sent to Mongolia by a fast horse.Under the sincere speech of King Wuyue, Emperor Jiajing agreed to Al Dahan's request and allowed him to honor Princess Yongle. The matter of getting married started vigorously.The Ming court sent a team of thousands of people to march towards Daqing Mountain.They escorted the princess's full suit, jewels, silks, and curios of inestimable value, as well as a hundred cooks, a hundred tailors, a hundred musicians, and a hundred maids.Other skilled craftsmen, singing and dancing, enjoy everything.In the days to come, they will continue to create an endlessly luxurious life for the princess on the vast grassland. And Mongolia also held a grand celebration to celebrate the arrival of this ancient event. An Dahan personally supervised the first details of the wedding ceremony. For the first time, he became strict and required the craftsmen to be meticulous and strive for perfection. The city of Three Links is still being built, but there is only a sliver of decoration left. The heavy robbery has been boring for a long time. Khannaji's army is still training day and night, they were born for war, not peace. Everything all points to the same date, September 19th, when the princess and her pro-team arrive. That was a game that the devil had planned long ago. At dawn, the Toyosu beach was full of joy. The twelve golden tents lined up next to the road, on the top of the golden tents, the felt blankets were cut into thin strips, and there were strings of flower clusters of tassels hanging down, the tassels were dyed bright red.It was dyed with the best dyes with the help of Chinese artisans.When they are undyed, they have the purest white color, symbolizing the pure blood of the Golden Clan. Huge red lanterns hang high above the twelve golden tents. These red lights are all made according to the style of the Ming court. Starting from the bank of the Heihe River, a red road about two feet wide was paved with felt cloth, leading to the Twelve Golden Tents.On both sides of the road, there are the most exquisite colorful silks, and hanging lanterns full of characters and stories.This road extends to the most central golden tent, where a high platform is set up, covered with pearls and emeralds, which is extremely luxurious. This is the altar of offering sacrifices to the sky that I Dahan set up for his marriage.On this platform, he will join hands with Princess Yongle to worship Brahma, the great god of creation, and pray that the Mongolian and Han races will have a good relationship forever. His marriage to the princess will also be blessed by the holy Brahma. The story of the princess and the Khan will be passed down from generation to generation on this grassland. The people of the Mongolian nationality and the residents of the deserted city gathered around this high platform from a distance, and they also wore rare costumes, preparing to light a bonfire, slaughter sheep and cattle, and celebrate this great event.Thousands of people gathered on this plain, and they sincerely hope that the greatest Khan and the most sacred lotus goddess in their hearts can obtain their own happiness and lead them to a happy future. A future where there are no arrows, but freedom and abundance. I Dahan is still making final preparations.In the past few days, he personally supervised the construction of the platform and the arrangement of the felt tents.In order to welcome her arrival, he has exhausted almost all his efforts, and he must not allow any flaws in this ceremony. On the high platform, which was flooded with cheers and happiness, there was only a white shadow. Heavy robbery.He sat on the stone seat in the middle of the high platform, watching all this with a half-smile.He is still dressed in white, wrapped in a pale and slender body, which makes him look a bit out of place with the joyful look, but he is the national teacher of Mongolia, the guardian of the eight hundred chambers of the great Genghis Khan's tomb, such a solemn sacrifice, It can only be presided over by him. He stretched out his pale and slender fingers, and tapped lightly on the huge handrail of the stone seat. The flag of the undead with a ponytail and woven fabric spread out on the armrest, crossed his knees, and hung down to the ground. Under the reflection of the palace lantern, it gave off a strange luster. This flag of war, which depicts a map of the world, was once stained with blood and filth. From today onwards, it will become the princess' dowry gift, and then it will be handed over to the Mongol queen, who will lock it into a dowry and keep it forever. Perhaps, it will sleep in the gentleness of this woman from now on, and there will never be a moment of flying against the wind, and it will never bring blood and battles. Chong Jie's fingers lightly stroked the flag, and a secret smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. There are countless cattle and sheep kneeling and tied around the high platform. They all have a pure white color. They were carefully selected by the twelve Tumet leaders to represent their respect for Brahma. White is the color of their clan. This high platform is in the red ocean. In it, like a lonely boat. Chong Jie leaned on the stone pedestal, his eyes slightly filled with sarcasm. He raised his head and looked up at the bustling sky.He knew that this prosperity would surely fall, just as no matter how bright a lamp is, it will be burned out, and no matter how pure white it is, it will be polluted. Finally, the twelve golden tents were opened, and An Dahan, who was dressed in auspicious clothes, led the twelve Tumed chiefs to come out in front of the high platform. I Dahan's golden helmet and brocade robe stand in the sky full of wedding curtains.The Persian gold brocade weaves complicated patterns, inlaid with pearls and precious stones, making his heroic figure even more majestic. But his eyes are so gentle. He didn't even bother to pay tribute to the national teacher on the high platform, his eyes were locked on the bank of the Black River, the end of the red road. There, his princess will set foot on this ancient grassland and become his bride.There, she will start to stay with him forever, and rule this vast grassland with him. I Dahan suddenly had a boyish expectation in his heart. Finally, at the moment when the sun just came out of Daqingshan, An Dahan saw the procession of making peace. Facing them were two tall horses carrying the flags of Daming and the princess, followed by the princess' entourage that stretched for several miles, as well as the extravagant dowry. Even in this extremely luxurious team, the princess's car is still so conspicuous.It was a huge chariot carved from a whole plant of red sandalwood, decorated with golden dragons, dancing with silver phoenixes, and decorated with colorful jewels, showing the prosperity of the royal family in the Central Plains. I Dahan couldn't help showing a smile on his face.He wanted to step forward and take a look at his bride, but he held back.Because according to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, he could not see the princess until the ceremony was over. He couldn't help but imagine, what would that gentle and gentle lotus goddess look like under the phoenix crown and Xiapei? Is it still like standing in the afterglow of the setting sun and gently breaking the feather arrow in your hand?Will it be independent under the desolate city wall, with the temples wet by the wind and dew?Would she bend down, pick up the green ears of wheat, and solemnly hand them over to him?Will he dance a phoenix dance to the beat of the drum he played in the noisy market?Will she put her hand on his chest in front of the green mound full of flowers, and let the temperature of her palm burn his heart? Will it?