Chapter 97 Wu

In the twenty-sixth year of the Yuan Dynasty (1289), Princess Buruhan, the Boyuewu family of the Ilihan Kingdom, died of illness.Aruhun Khan sent an envoy to Dadu to ask for a marriage, and asked the emperor to bestow the beauty of Boyue and our tribe as his concubine.Kublai Khan decreed to select Kuo Kuo Zhen (the same name as the real gold princess Kuo Kuo Zhen) from among the nobles of Boyuewu's family to marry Ili Khan.The three members of Marco Polo's family were escorted by order. In Quanzhou in early spring, there are hundreds of herbs and coconut groves whirling.Delicate flowers attract butterflies.The waves beat gently on the reefs on the shore, but you can see thousands of rocks competing for beauty, and thousands of valleys competing for water.

Marco Polo, the envoy of the Yuan Dynasty and the Ilkhanate, and his father and uncle, all dressed in brocade robes and jade belts, waved frequently and bid farewell to the envoys from various countries who saw them off on the shore.More than a dozen giant ships slowly left Quanzhou Wharf, with full sails, galloped towards the South China Sea, then turned west, crossed the Arabian Sea, and galloped into the Persian Gulf.The fleet of the Yuan Dynasty’s sending off relatives set off from Quanzhou, sailed at sea for two years and two months, passed through Sumatra and India, arrived at Khurumuz (Khurumuz) at the mouth of the Persian Gulf, and arrived at the Alan Grassland.

During this period, Aluhun Khan died of illness suddenly, and Khan's younger brother Haihe all came to the throne.In the late spring of the 30th year of the Yuan Dynasty, Haihedu Khan held a grand ceremony to officially marry Kuo Kuo Zhen, a nineteen-year-old beauty, as his concubine. Marco Polo, his father and uncle bid farewell to the ruler and ministers of Ilihan, and planned to return to Venice, his hometown after a 22-year absence, by sea via Constantinople. After Marco Polo came to China, he was appreciated by Kublai Khan for being young, intelligent and outstanding, and stayed in the court as an official.As an attache of the Yuan court, he traveled all over Handi cities, such as Hanbali (Dadu), Kaiping (Shangdu), Jingzhao (Xi'an), Chengdu, Yunnan, Jinan, Yangzhou, Zhenjiang, Hangzhou, Fuzhou, Quanzhou, etc., to understand The local customs and customs of various places.He lived in the Yuan Dynasty for 20 years and served as an official for 17 years. He personally experienced a series of major historical events such as the Naiyan Rebellion and the assassination of Ahema. These experiences were later included in "Marco Polo's Travels", It has aroused countless Europeans' yearning for the East.

The bright red sun rises on the eastern horizon, and the rays of the sun shine brightly, dyeing the sky red. At the time of resignation, Haihedu Khan, Princess Kuokuozhen, Polo, Buhua, all civil and military officials, father and son brothers of Polo, knelt down on the grassy Alan grassland, devoutly turned to the east, and paid homage to "the first ancestor of mankind". Ah Dan is a powerful monarch with a wide range of people, land, and goods that has never been seen in the world today" (Marco Polo's language) worship far away, and then far away... The sky is wide and the earth is long, and everything is silent.A voice suddenly sounded in Marco Polo's ear: Come back, my child!

The flying red clouds were fixed in Marco's blue eyes, which were gradually covered with mist.His lips moved. In the breeze, Marco Polo is praying with all his body and mind: I will definitely be back! Wait for me, my lord father!my China! Death of Radiff Ulugh Beg will not forgive his son - I know. Even if he saw the fear of dying in his eyes, and the despair that was colder and more profound than fear, he would not be moved by it. Why should we have compassion?When Radif ordered Abbas to poison Ulugh Beg, did the damned beast ever think what he was doing?Have you ever thought that Ulugh Beg is his biological father?

Yes, Radiph was a bloody brute.Now, I have nailed the beast to a spinning wooden wheel in a cave. Forty-one years ago, I once drove a woman alone in a Lele car—the name of this woman will be mentioned often by me in the near future, but at this time, I would rather not mix her name with other people so quickly. because her name is too precious to me, and everything about her is too precious to me.Of course, in order to make my narrative sound more convenient, let me just call her a princess when I hope to continue to cherish her name—the body will be sent to the cemetery chosen by her during her lifetime.

The Lele car is the eternal yearning left to the princess by the motherland and the grassland.She told me that if one day she dies, her greatest wish is to return to the earth in a Lele car and become one with the earth.She believes that Leleche will bring her soul back to her homeland and the grassland.Therefore, I personally built her an incomparable Lele car. The entire body of the car is made of the toughest wood in Iniporu, Turkey. The local people believe that this wood will last for thousands of years.It took me a lot of energy, not to mention the beautiful car decoration, it took me a whole year just to make two huge carved wheels.

The wheels rest on the ground, taller than a grown man.Later, I sent the Lele car where the princess's body was placed to a secret place. Maybe at that time, I had a hunch in the dark that I would use this Lele car again, but I don't know. Will it be because of love, or because of hate. I watched as the wooden wheel temporarily dismantled from the Lele cart drove Radiff's body to rotate for half an hour, from slow to fast, and from fast to slow again, in a cycle.When I started to get bored, I had the wheels stopped.The wheel I made of iron wood, which is immortal for thousands of years, made a slight "creaking" sound under the pressure of Radif's body. When the wheel finally stopped, Radive lost his eyesight and vomited continuously.

I look at him. very good.This inhuman evil, before he dies, can never take away everything that the Changshengtian bestowed on mankind, he is not worthy. Besides, I don't allow it. I get out of the cave.When I returned to the cave, the servants had already cleaned up the filth in front of Radif, and the warm and cold cave was clean and fragrant as before. After vomiting, Radiph regained consciousness a little.I saw him raise his head, look around the cave in confusion, and finally set his eyes on the incense table in the middle of the left side of the cave. The incense table is about four feet high, and it is covered with pure white silk curtains with gorgeous patterns. The hanging silk sash is full of red, blue and green gems, and the four corners are decorated with lake blue velvet.Silk and velvet are shipped from as far away as China.On the stone wall above the incense table, there is enshrined the word "Longevity" written in the Uighur Mongolian language. Back then, after the princess wrote it, I carved it according to the same pattern, and then cast it with molten gold, and then fixed it with the auxiliary medicine. , the gold characters will never peel off, even if the years are ruthless, they are still shining brightly.

When the princess was alive, I asked her more than once why she chose to enshrine the Longevity Heaven.She always avoided answering my questions.It was not until the dying moment that she told me that she could not worship Genghis Khan like other Mongolians, because her father was an unworthy descendant of Genghis Khan, and his debauchery eventually destroyed the foundation that Genghis Khan worked so hard to build. Below the gold lettering, at the center of the incense table, there is an incense burner that I carved out of two top-grade mutton fat jade from the Khotan area.Every day, the servants will put a piece of incense cake into the incense burner and light it, and cover it with a carved jade cover. The light blue smoke will slowly rise from the elephant's eyes, ears and trunk, and fill the cave.

Although I am the maker of the incense burner, Aya is the inventor of the incense cake.At that time, Aya had just married her husband, and she asked him to find a kind of spice tribute from India, plus pollen of seven kinds of wild flowers, very finely ground agarwood wood chips, and clay from deep in the earth. , stir with honey and turpentine to make it evenly mixed, then put it in a gold mold and squeeze it repeatedly, and let it dry for one to two months. The gold mold used by Aya is worth mentioning.The patterns on the bottom and four sides of the mold are naturally so exquisite that they cannot be described. However, the most unique thing is that the mold is lined with wine glass-sized grids, with five horizontal and vertical six, a total of thirty grids, each grid has a different shape, or resembles a flower. The plum blossom is like a leaf, a bird, or a goldfish... There is a mechanism button on each side of the mold. Press the fingers of both hands at the same time, and the bottom of the cup will rise slowly, and the fragrant cake will be pushed out completely.When the fragrant cake was made, everyone who saw it praised its ingenious workmanship.Not only that, the incense cakes made by Aya are particularly fine in texture and fragrant, and even a small piece can be burned for an hour. Therefore, after King Timur stationed in Samarkand, this incense named "Aya" Cakes were popular in the court until the Shah Rug and Ulugh Beg dynasties. Radif probably really didn't know where he was, and when he rolled his eyes and suddenly saw me, his mouth opened in the shape of a pigeon's egg. "You..." He murmured, without the prestige he had when he killed his father and ascended the throne half a year ago. I still looked at him silently.My eyes are not cold, but my heart is cold. My calm demeanor may have given Radif a little courage, making him think that everything might be just a joke, he hoarse, and finally asked: "Who are you?" I smile. No wonder, in the eyes of Radif, an old woman of seventy years may be no different from a dryad wandering among the mountains. "Who the hell are you?" The same question seemed unnecessary to be answered.With a mood which he himself did not quite understand, Radive looked up and down.He suddenly found that his hands and feet were stretched as far as possible, and I fixed them evenly on the four directions of the wheel with black strings.I changed his whole body into black clothes from the inside to the outside. A black silk flower passed through the black ribbon seemed to be blooming on top of his head, and the ribbon tied an elegant black bow on his chin. .Dressed up like this, he looks exactly like a giant spider clinging to a beige wheel. This is my courtesy to him, I hate spiders, he will die like a spider. "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?" he asked repeatedly. Can he ask something else!I'm afraid I'll be tempted to jump up and strangle him instantly like a spider I hate. My patience can't stand the relentless wear and tear of the years, and even I can't believe that the girl who once had a beautiful life and tenderness is gone day by day, never to return. I am exactly the opposite of Aya on this point. When he was young, Aya's temperament was like a raging fire.It is said that after she got married, once she rode on a horse and chased her husband all the way to King Timur's army camp holding the whip.Just as her husband was hiding in desperation, he was seen by King Timur who was patrolling the camp. Such an incredible situation made King Timur furious, and he was determined to punish this perverse and violent woman.He let Aya choose by herself, either defeat him, the great Timur king, or admit defeat, kneel on the ground and apologize to her husband, vowing to obey her husband and never do it again. Aya chose the former without hesitation. All the people present saw that she was waving her whip on her horse and pounced on King Timur like an angry tigress.She desperately entangled with King Timur for two full hours, until finally, dark purple blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, she still refused to give up. Her husband was worried that Aya's life would be in danger if the beating continued, so he knelt on the ground and begged King Timur for mercy.Faced with this situation, King Timur was really angry and funny, but had no choice but to tell Aya to stop, saying that he wanted to negotiate terms with Aya.His condition was actually very simple, that is, he asked Aya to agree that she could only scare her husband with a horsewhip once a month at most, and it was up to her to decide whether to beat her husband, but she absolutely could not chase her husband to the barracks again.Aya thought about it, and reluctantly agreed.Her husband led the horse with one hand and her with the other, and went home happily. However, when Aya grew old, she became a very kind old woman. Sadly, the old woman that Radif met was me, not Aya. It never occurred to me to forgive Radiph.Half a year ago, I had already started planning for today's scene. I wanted Radev to die, to pay off the blood debt he owed to his father. Radiph met my eyes.Isn't fear enough for him to recognize me? About three years ago, Prince Ulugh Beg was ordered by his father to guard Samarkand.According to the usual practice, every time the prince's birthday ceremony, I will personally make some unique gifts and bring them to the palace to celebrate his birthday.That year, I used fifty rubies and fifty pearls intertwined with gold and silver to make a beautiful and expensive wind chime to celebrate Ulugh Beg's fiftieth birthday.What Radif presented to his father were the skins of two tigers he had killed with his own hands. Ulugh Beg praised his son's bravery and generously bestowed on him the unparalleled wind chimes.He had seen me then and before. I used my fingers to curl the lock of hair that covered my forehead.Half of my hair is gray and the other half is still black. The black and white hairs are intertwined, giving people a gray-blue feeling under the dim light. The gray-blue hair against my eyes presents a breathtaking metallic color. When I curled my hair, a gold star appeared between my brows. "It's you?" I heard Radiph's voice slurred like it was wrapped in his tongue. He finally remembered who I was. "it's me." I smile, and I smile like a girl, but it only frightens Radif. "Where is this? What are you going to do?" My family has always had a long-lived lineage, and I am afraid that I will live longer.If you don't believe me, you can look at my face. My complexion is a little yellowish, but it's smooth, and there aren't too many criss-crossing wrinkles on it, which makes me look like a seventy-year-old man anyway.The servants amused me when I was flushed with joy, and said they were discussing how to marry me off as a very bad-tempered old maid. Radif stared at me for a while: "You, are you still alive?" Radiph never said anything flattering.I don't hate him for that, though. Radiph yelled, "Cesia, you old hag, what are you doing! Put me down and get me out of this damn place!" How dare the butcher call Cecia's Cave by the Virgin's Fountain a ghostly place!Baba, who was standing behind me on the left, immediately locked his eyebrows.I don't need to look to know.Baba has been with me since he was a little boy and his devotion to me is undeniable. "Cesia, are you impatient to live! How dare you kidnap the king! You know I will deal with you! Well, well, I promise you in the name of the king, because you have been serving the royal family As a matter of fact, as long as you let me go right now, I promise to spare you." How could I believe his nonsense?But I didn't say anything.My words are rare, and my tongue is far less dexterous than my fingers, so many times I would rather use my fingers than speak with my tongue.The princess told me that it takes wisdom far more for a person to learn to appreciate than to learn to express. According to what the princess taught me back then, I fully appreciated Radiph's viciousness. Then Radive became dumbfounded. He stared at Baba.Baba quietly pushed onto a modified chariot.In the center of the chariot is a pair of torture instruments fixed on a pink lotus platform, which Baba calls "the world of death".Its height and position are exactly aligned with the left chest of Radiph who is tied to the wheel. "Death Paradise" was tailor-made for Cardiff, which I spent half a year tailor-made. Its chic and exquisiteness are unimaginable to the world.If you only look at the appearance, people will regard it as a work of art, and will not associate it with death. Its circular outer frame is made of pure gold, and the golden frame is engraved with striped patterns, which looks like a radiant sun when you look closely.Inside the outer frame, a square silver plate the size of a seal and engraved with patterns is inlaid, representing the earth under the sun.Three crystal rings are evenly inlaid on the silver plate, two on the top and one on the bottom. The rings are hollow, and the back of the whole silver plate is connected with a freely stretchable spring. The secret of death is hidden in the ring and the spring. It should be said that the original design of "Death World" was inspired by the emblem of King Timur.The emblem of King Timur is a square with three circles, representing his rule over three quarters of the world.If Radiv hadn't been in the blood of King Timur, I would never have bothered to send him on his way with such an expensive instrument of torture. In front of the torture tools, there were three jade tablets about one foot high. The one in the middle was slightly taller. Each jade tablet had an inscription carved in Turkic script. The inscription on a jade tablet in the middle reads: The inscription on the jade stele on the left reads: The inscription on the jade stele on the right reads: Radiph's eyes widened. Abbas was a confidant of Radif, and he helped Radif poison his own monarch.Abbas died earlier than Radif, and now it was his turn. "Cesia, you..." Among the sons of Ulugh Beg, Ratif's eloquence was always among the best, but when he faced death, his eloquence was of no help to him. I don't know if Radif, who is about to die, regrets that he easily listened to the temptation of that flirtatious girl and chose to come out to play on Friday?He must not know that I gave the girl a pair of bracelets that I made myself, and got the accessories I made by myself. In the empire, this is something that countless people dream of. Therefore, the girl has easily become my accomplice. Whether he understands it or not, it doesn't make any sense anymore. I was too lazy to waste my time with him, so I turned my head and waved to Baba. Radiph cried, "What are you doing, Cecia? Don't you forget that I am your nephew." So to speak.My little sister was once married to Ulugh Beg, she was Ulugh Beg's first wife, but she died without leaving a man and a woman.In her memory, Uluh Beg named his youngest daughter, Latif's sister, my sister. Baba deftly opened the spring with the rocker arm, fixed it at the measured position, and then pressed the button on the left side of the mechanism. At this time, three shiny nail-like objects hidden behind the ring flew towards Cardiff. chest, nailed precisely into the clothes on Radive's left chest and into his skin.It was just painful, and the nail was certainly far from deep enough to kill Radif. This is not an ordinary nail, its head is sharp, but the inside is hollow, and there are three slender pipelines connected to the ring at the back.The role of such nails and pipes will soon become apparent. Radiph stared at the nails on his chest, forgetting to cry out.There was a strange expression on his face, as if he was about to cry from fright, but finally he laughed.His laughter was worse than crying. "Cesia, you must be kidding me? Have you played enough? I beg you, put me down quickly, I won't care about you. You old monster..." Radiph's words were stuck in his throat and he did not continue.Because he saw Baba press the button on the right, and then, the square silver plate with three crystal rings came out of the pure gold frame and flew towards him with a whistling sound.The silver plate flew to his left chest, driving the nail deep into his heart. He only had time to scream. The nails and pipes turned into straws, slowly sucking the blood from his heart into the hollow crystal rings, and the three rings changed from transparent to bright red. Radif used his blood to make the last emblem for the Timurid Empire. I did it. In the early morning of the second day after his disappearance, people found his body with the imperial emblem pinned to his chest on the grass outside Samarkand. The patricide murderer got the punishment he deserved, no one felt sorry for him, and people regarded his death as God's will. But I know very well that this is not the end, but the beginning of the decline of the Timurid Empire...