Chapter 36 one

After conquering the Caspian provinces in one fell swoop, we returned to Samarkand. King Timur decided to marry Shah Ruh.This is not only to celebrate the victory, but also to reward Shah Ruh for his invincible bravery and victories on the battlefield. I heard from Shanai that King Timur met his rival in a battle.This is a young prince who is brave and courageous, without fear of death. He not only killed two of King Timur's bodyguards, but also charged at King Timur with a sword.At that time, King Timur was very surprised. At this dangerous moment, it was Shahru who appeared in front of his father in time.The agile Shaharu blocked the attacking prince with his spear, and at the same time sent the spear into the young man's chest.Then he cut off the head of the young prince with his sword and threw it under his father's horse.Victory became within easy reach after that, and King Timur said to Shah Ruh, I will reward you.So, after we returned to Samarkand, King Timur decided to keep his promise.

I often have a feeling that even though King Timur loved the Great Queen Tuma all his life, Princess Oeira may be the woman he really cares about, just because of different beliefs, and maybe also With a respect he could not explain himself, he could not show the princess.His attitude towards the princess was full of tenderness and restraint. At this moment, his demeanor did not have any domineering arrogance. Princess Oeira is a fairy.She is always so calm and elusive. She appreciates King Timur's ambition to become the second Genghis Khan, and does everything she can to help him and the Queen educate their son Shah Ru, but she is not to King Timur or to him. Nobody wants anything.She must have abandoned her heart in the far east, where her mother, father, brother, and country once lived, and what she brought to the Western Chagatai Khanate was just a body.However, this is a warm body. She gave it to me, to Shaharu, and to many, many people with the warmest shelter.

When Shaharu gradually grew into a handsome boy, he became more and more gentle and refined. He was more attached to Princess Oela than to his queen mother, or his attachment was different from juniors to elders and students to teachers.The princess was actually only seven years older than him. The mature and beautiful figure of a twenty-three-year-old woman swayed in his vision, making him dizzy when he faced her for the rest of his life.From a certain day he began to write poems crazily. I sneaked a few of them while he was not paying attention. His poems were all written for a certain woman he was madly in love with. He didn’t specify who the woman he was in love with. But the infatuation and sadness he expressed between the lines made me feel full of sympathy for him.I quietly recited his poems to the princess, and the princess was not surprised at all. She only told me not to mention this matter to others.

The princess's concern for Shaharu was the same as before, no more, no less. It seemed that Shaharu was still the young child who needed to be taken care of by her. Do it quietly. Soon, King Timur had a favorite candidate.The girl was born in a noble family with a good family background and a dignified and beautiful person.On the day of the blind date, the queen specially invited the princess to be her adviser, and the princess readily agreed.Both the princess and the queen fell in love with the girl's character, so the marriage was made naturally.After the wedding date was set, the queen and the princess asked the girl to have a meal with her mother. When the girl said goodbye to her mother, the queen gave the in-laws two altars of fine kumiss, two horses of colorful Chinese silk, The princess gave the girl a whole set of expensive and unique jewelry, including necklaces, pendants, earrings, bracelets, and rings. You will never find comparable styles in the market, because they are all made by me. the design of.

The girl and her mother were overwhelmed and left happily. The queen asked the princess to pass on the good news to Shahru, and the princess agreed with a smile. Back at the residence, the princess went straight to the study.The door of the study room was ajar, the princess knocked on the door, I saw Shaharu hastily hide something from the door, I thought, he must be writing poetry again. Shaharu greeted the princess with a little blush on his face. The princess didn't sit down to check on Shaharu's homework as usual, she stood in front of Shaharu and gently cupped his face with both hands.

She stared at Shaharu for a long time.Under her gentle gaze, Shah Ruh's face was as red as a ripe apple.However, he didn't avoid it, he needed this feeling too much, the princess's hand seemed to touch his heart. Shah Ru has already grown taller than the princess.The princess raised her body a little and kissed him on the forehead. "Shaharu, my child, you have grown up." Her voice was full of pity. Shah Ruh did not speak.He couldn't speak, if he did, it would definitely reveal his true heart. The princess continued, with a little more emotion in her caressing tone: "After a while, when you get married, you will be a complete adult."

In an instant, the blush on Shaharu's face faded a lot.He raised his eyelids and met the princess' eyes.For the first time, I felt that his eyes were not like a boy, but like a lover. He moved and broke free from the princess's hand. "What's going on?" His tone suddenly became cold. "Today, your mother and I made a marriage match for you. She is really a very good girl. Her family background, character, age, appearance, and figure are all suitable for you. She will definitely be a good wife. " "Really?" Saharu asked rudely. "Your mother also loves her very much. Believe in our eyesight, she will make you happy."

"Really?" It was still impolite to ask.I have stayed with the princess for three full years with Shah Ru, and he has never treated the princess with such an attitude.I don't understand the pain in his heart, all I know is that it makes me uncomfortable when he talks to the princess like this. Next, I half-understood their conversation. "Want me to leave?" "No, this will always be your home." "That's different." "Same thing, son. You can think of me as your other mother." "Don't call me a child! You are too young, too young to be my sister. Remember, you are just a very, very young woman, and you need protection yourself. I wonder why you just realize Less than that?"

"I'm safe. Your father, king, and queen mother have given me the best protection." "Damn! You know I don't mean that." "Anyway, I want to tell you, Shahru, I love you." "Love me? The way you love has no heart, I don't need it! From now on, I don't need your love anymore! You go, you all go, let me be alone." Shah Ruh was pale, his eyes were red, and he displayed a brutality and disrespect that was nothing like the man I had known for years. The princess seemed to want to say something, but finally said: "Okay, child".

Following Shaharu's wishes, the princess took my hand and quietly left the study.She closed the door gently behind me, and the moment the door closed, I heard a loud noise from the study, it must have been Shahru who threw something on the table. The next day, Shah Ruth returned to the palace with his parents. He took nothing with him when he left, and did not leave a word. I saw that he burned all the manuscripts of his poems, but there was one piece that was not completely burned, and there were these words on it: Despite the reluctance in his heart, Shah Ru did not go against the wishes of his parents and the princess, and married the girl two months later.One day, he came to Orlinburg with several people to take away the books he had been reading and some daily utensils he was used to.

He first sent several attendants to see the princess and tell her what he wanted.The princess asked Suo Du and Zilkas to bring a few attendants to pick up things, and at the same time ordered me to prepare the honey tea that Shahru likes to drink.The strange thing is that everyone has been busy for a long time, but Shahru never came in. The princess was surprised, and when she came to the door, she saw Shahhru still sitting on the horseback. "Shaharu, why don't you come in?" the princess asked lovingly. Shaharu glanced at the princess wordlessly, with a haughty expression and cold eyes, as if he had never known the princess before. The princess didn't mind, and came over to caress his hand holding the rein: "Come down. Go home, drink a bowl of honey tea before leaving, your favorite." For a moment, Shahru was almost melting like a candle meeting a flame.Just at this time, I came out with a bowl of honey tea in my hand. Shaharu's expression suddenly changed. "I don't like drinking now," he said. "What's not to like?" I asked. "Honey tea." "why?" "I forgot how it tasted." "What else did you forget?" "everything." I poured the honey tea on the floor, thinking I would never forgive his ruthlessness, never. The attendants carried out the books and other things Shah Ruk asked for in a big box.I went back to the bedroom, took a soft bow and a short arrow made of poplar wood and hid them in my bosom.This is a bow and arrow I made with my own hands. They don't kill people, but the feeling of being shot by them is enough to make people unforgettable. Shaharu refused to dismount after all, and left with his attendants.The princess watched him go away and sighed silently. I went to the stables to get a horse, sneaked out through the side door, and followed Shahru.On the street, I heard Shah Ruh ordering his attendants to send the things back first, and he galloped towards the city gate alone. He went straight to a forest under the city.There is a brook in the woods. When I was young, the princess often brought me and Shaharu here to play. We like to wade in the brook to muddy the clear water. Shahru jumped off his horse at the edge of the stream, took off his boots and walked into the stream.I looked at him and aimed the arrow at his back.I was very close to him, and he probably didn't expect that I would follow, so he didn't have any precautions. Suddenly, Shah Ruth threw his whole body into the icy cold water, his shoulders twitched violently, and I heard a deep whimper burst out from his chest. Then he burst into tears. He cried for a long time, as if he wanted to shed all the tears of his life here. His cry was the cry of a real man. My arms dropped and tears rolled down my face.I finally understood that there is a kind of love that is as unforgettable as hatred.It turns out that indifference is also a way of love, just because you love so much that you dare not burn yourself to ashes, those who bear love can only walk away. It turned out that this was the love that Shahru harbored, knowing that it would not be cultivated to a positive result. I leave quietly.I know that from now on, I will never misinterpret Shahru's mind again.