Chapter 2 two

In September, when the cool wind blows up, the winding and steep Liupan Mountain is already cool. Since the time of Genghis Khan, Liupan Mountain has become the place where the Mongolian army stationed troops.The grass here is fertile and the water is beautiful. It has become a custom for the Mongolian army to come here to stock up war horses during the summer heat, and leave after the autumn cool horses are fattened.It has been more than a month since Kublai Khan led his troops here since he left the capital, seeing that the war horses of all the troops are fat and round, and these days they are planning to choose a date to send troops to Dali.

Kublai Khan's camp was set up on the gentle south slope of the foot of the mountain. Outside the tent, more than 10,000 felt tents were scattered all over the place. At this time, a group of fast horses galloped on the path in the mountains, galloping towards Kublai Khan's tent with the nine white flags and the "Shuai" flag.The people on the horse are travel-laden, obviously this journey is not short.Seeing the handsome tent approaching, two of them jumped off their horses and walked quickly to the big tent. In the tent, Kublai Khan was sitting in front of the case, listening to his confidants Yao Shu and monk Zicong explaining "Sun Tzu's Art of War" to him.

The visitor walked into the big tent, knelt down and said, "My Majesty, Mengge Khan ordered you to suspend your expedition and return to Harahelin immediately. This matter is extremely urgent." After speaking, he presented a letter with both hands. Kublai Khan unfolded the letter and read it hastily: After Kublai Khan finished reading the oracle, he burst into tears like five thunderclaps... Yao Shu learned from the messenger that it was the Empress Dowager who had passed away. Worried that she would hurt her body from crying, she hurried forward to comfort her and said, "You can't come back to life after death, so I ask the prince to express my condolences. Looking back on Mrs. Su Ru's glorious life, it is really sad. Arrive. If we don’t send envoys to retaliate against Mengge Khan immediately, we will set off at Yinshi tomorrow and return to Harahelin. The army will be led by General Wuliang Hetai for the time being, and will stay in Liupanshan. What does the prince think?"

"Just do what you say, sir. I've messed up everything, and everything is up to my master's arrangement." Kublai said, enduring the pain. Yao Shu and Monk Zi Cong looked at each other, and Monk Zi Cong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. So, Rong Chen and others will make arrangements for the sacrifice. Today is Kuichou Day on the first day of August, and it is estimated that there will be seven or eight days before the departure on the second day of the eighth lunar month. You can reach Haraholin in just a few days. Is there anything else the Prince wants to order?"

"On the night of the new moon today, the whole army is ordered to release their clothes and worship. You all go down and leave me alone." When Yao Shu and Zicong left, Kublai Khan spread out a piece of rice paper, poured all his thoughts and sorrows into his pen, and wrote a sacrificial letter full of love for mother and child: After writing the last word, Kublai Khan broke down in tears. It was night, and a spiritual tent that could accommodate more than a thousand people was set up on the east side of Kublai Khan's tent.On a huge piece of white silk, the word "Dian" is written in Mongolian ink.In the center of the altar is enshrined Su Ru's spiritual tablet.On both sides of the spiritual seat, there are one incense burner, two cows, three sheep, three horses, three horses, three red woven gold coins and three wrapped silks.

In front of the spiritual seat, Wu Liang and the shaman, based on the ground, set fire to "cook rice" (sacrifice), and the horse meat and bones made the sound of "peeling".The shaman chanted his congratulations, praising Mrs. Su Ru's brilliant achievements as a sacrifice. After the shaman prayed and prayed, Kublai Khan led all the soldiers to kneel before the spirit and recite the sacrificial rites. The Cangshan Mountain wept for it, and the green trees wept for it.