"Are you going back?" On the banks of the Tushu River, in the dingdong sound of a large number of ice cubes colliding with the upper Alihun River, the girl's white and tender slender hands played with the ends of her black hair, and asked faintly, ethereal and ghostly, just like the rushing of the river.

Su Mo didn't speak lightly, just nodded slightly. Standing beside the girl, from this angle, the girl's upturned nose is like a sculpture, and the silhouette has a kind of line beauty unique to the prairie people.

The long, curved eyelashes trembled lightly, and when they blinked, they seemed to be filled with infinite mysteries and thoughts.

After a question, it seemed that there was suddenly no interest in the next question, and the two fell silent in unison. There was silence between heaven and earth, only the crisp sound of the clear flow of the river.

"Father Khan promised me to go with you ......" half-sounded, and Turuletu's faint words resumed, but instead of the expected joy, but with a certain hesitation and hesitation.

A trace of doubt flashed in Su Mo's eyes, he groaned slightly, and said softly: "Is it your father Khan's conditions?"

Turuletu shuddered slightly, glanced at him in shame, lowered his head and did not speak. The long eyelashes drooped down as if there was a mist.

Su Mo sighed in his heart, reached over to hold the girl's little hand, and said with a smile: "Look, our female rabbit is Gegentana, if you want to take Gegentana away, of course you must have enough capital." Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the identity of Gergentana, right?"

Turuletu raised his head suddenly, and the pear blossom looked at him with rain, and he stopped talking. Finally, he lowered his head again and sobbed, "Abba, it wasn't like this......"

This time, it was the first time she didn't call her father by Father Khan. Obviously, in her heart, her father used his own happiness to calculate Ailang, which disappointed her very much. She preferred her own father to be just an abba than the Great Khan of Mongolia.

Abba is only hers, but Father Khan is the whole of Mongolia. This clever girl is tactfully asking for Ailang's forgiveness and consideration.

A touch of pity flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and he gently took her soft body into his arms. He lowered his head and sniffed the girl's fragrance among the crow's hair, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, I understand." ”

Turuletu trembled again, rubbed his little head against his chest, stretched out two lotus arms, and wrapped his arms around the man's waist hard, as if he wanted to stuff himself into the man's body.

She always knew that the marriage between herself and her husband would definitely not be so smooth. She was also prepared to face any difficulties. However, when this day really came, she finally found that her originally strong heart would still hurt, and she would still feel aggrieved when she thought she was calm. And the only thing that didn't disappoint her was that Ailang doted on her as always. If you are like this, what do you want in this life?

What I understand is just three words, so all her grievances and embarrassments seem to be crumbled into crumbs, and they just turn into smoke and dust.

"But, Abba, what he wants......" She raised her head, looked affectionately at the handsome face in front of her, and stopped talking.

Su Mo stretched out a finger against her bright red lips, "I have a little poem that is very good, do you want to listen to it?"

Turuletu's eyes lit up with a blazing light, and he nodded vigorously, his face full of adoration. Don't say that this man is a famous genius in the Central Plains, no, as long as it is a poem made by him, then she is very fond of it. Maybe she doesn't understand, but she just loves it, and there is no reason.

"Actually, I didn't make this little poem. Su Mo hugged the girl and said softly: "This is a woman who wrote it the day before she was about to die, to her lover. It's a little sad, but it's nice to listen to, and I like it very much. ”

Tululetu was slightly stunned, she didn't expect that the little poem Su Mo said would come from this kind of origin. A dying woman wrote to her lover? She suddenly felt a little inexplicably sad, even before she had even begun to listen.

“…… If I had one more day to live, I would be your girlfriend that day. Do I have one more day to live? No, so, it's a pity. I'm still not your girlfriend in this life. If I had wings, I would fly down from heaven to see you. Do I have wings? No. So, it's a pity. I will never see you again. If I pour out the water of the entire bathtub, I can't extinguish the flame of my love for you. Can you pour out all the water in the bathtub? Yes, so, yes. I love you. ”

Su Mo chanted softly, as if whispering, thinking of the lightly dancing shadow. Once upon a time, he kept reciting this little poem repeatedly, deeply immersed in the artistic conception of life and death, unable to extricate himself.

However, today, when he suddenly felt something in his heart and read this poem again, he actually had a kind of sublimated emotion. It is a kind of understanding, a kind of perception that has been sublimated, a kind of perception that transcends the boundaries of life and death.

This kind of feeling is no longer just a shallow sadness, he clearly understands a kind of hope, a strong hope.

Sentimentality makes people feel heartache and depression, but hope gives people a kind of strength and a hope.

Turuletu listened to it as if he had lost his soul. What kind of affection is this, and what kind of cruelty is it? If you have one day to live, you have to love, but the answer is no......

Because of this non-existence, the woman pinned all her love on the next life. Although she knew that the wings of her dreams did not have them, they still did not prevent her from dreaming.

Tululetu is a little ignorant of the words heaven and bathtub in the poem, but he is faintly clear.

Can you pour out all the water in the bathtub? Yes, so, yes. I love you. This short sentence that seemed to be chanted hit her soul like a thunderbolt of lightning, making her tremble uncontrollably.

She suddenly realized why Ailang suddenly recited such a little poem to her. Through this poem, Ailang is telling himself that as long as he has it, he is willing to give her everything. What she thinks is precious and what she thinks is embarrassing is nothing in Ailang's heart.

So, yes, I love you! That's the point, that's what Airo has to say to her.

Tears came out of Turuletu's eyes, only this time the tears were no longer grievances, but moved and happy. What is more precious in this world than these three words?

Yes, therefore, I will no longer think about it, I will have nothing to ask for, but to love you, to love you, to love you, to love you like that.

"Brother Su Mo......" she called softly, staring at the person in front of her stupidly, and the whole person seemed to have turned into water and fog.

"It's all with me!" the man's firm voice rang in his ears, "So, beautiful Gergentana, you just need to be happy and ready now, and don't think about anything, you know?"

Su Mo doted on her and reached out to scratch her upright Qiong's nose. Turuletu burst into laughter, wrinkled his nose like a cat, and then giggled and spun away.

Yes, she doesn't need to worry about anything or think about anything. She just had to be happy, because she had him. It's nice to have him.

Like a beating flame, the girl regained her vitality, jumped on her horse, waved her hand vigorously, and then went away merrily.

Su Mo watched with a smile until he could no longer see the figure, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a full gloom.

He knew very well what Dayan Khan wanted, but it was brought up through the matter of Tululetu, which made him smell a strong smell of conspiracy.

He actually agreed to Tululetu to go to the Central Plains with him, how could this be? Although it seemed that he had put forward an extremely unfair condition, Su Mo knew that compared to his daughter, Mo said that it was a horse, even a hundred and a thousand horses, which was not enough for Dayan to make such an exchange.

So, what is this for? He squinted, meditating.

"Young master, the king has something urgent to look for you. Behind him, there was a report from the fat man.

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, turned around to look, and sure enough, he saw Wang Yi, who was dressed in black and hooded, accompanied by the fat man, standing five steps behind him. Seeing that he turned around, he only bowed his head slightly, and strode over to greet him.

"Su Gongzi, I just got a message. Wang Yi said hurriedly: "It's about that Mongolian Beji, Tululetu." ”

Su Mo was suddenly startled, subconsciously looked left and right, then waved his hand and closed his eyes, and stood there still.

Wang Yi didn't know why, so he turned his head and frowned at the fat man. The fat man shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't understand either.

This time, Su Mo opened the perspective of God to the maximum, carefully investigated, and after making sure that there was no one around, he opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Say, what news?"

Wang Yi didn't answer directly, but rubbed his hands first, as if organizing his words. After a while, he said netently: "That, Master Su, you and that Beiji...... Nothing. ”

Su Mo frowned and looked at him, and said impatiently: "What is this, what are you going to say?"

Wang Yi gritted his teeth, looked up at him fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "I just received news that the DPRK and China sent an envoy a few days ago to marry the princes of Mongolia Tulule Tubeji. This matter has been approved by Dayan Khan, but he only proposed that the candidate must be personally selected by his daughter, and that the Ming should not interfere with it, and should be responsible for protecting the safety of Beji. Now, I have heard that Your Majesty has issued a decree ordering the princes and princes of all families to enter Beijing to prepare for the election......"

Speaking of this, Wang Yi stopped talking violently, his eyes staring at Su Mo's face, not for a moment.

Understood, everything understood! Su Mo was like an initiation at this moment, and he understood in an instant. All the unreasonableness, all the unbelievable and doubtful, after this one news, all became reasonable.

promised Tululetu to go to the Central Plains with him, not because of the relationship between the two at all, but because of a plan to push the boat. not only appeased his daughter, but also blackmailed BMW, and made the Ming court unable to say anything else.

No, no, no, not only that, but with his intimacy with Tululetu, how could no one in the mission pass it back? Then, it is a great crime of disrespect for a small temporary envoy of his own to dare to have an affair with a Mongolian princess who is married between the two countries.

When the news came back, not to mention what would happen to the emperor, just the sons of those princes stood on the opposite side first. If there is another domineering one, he will say that he will kill him first, and I am afraid that no one will be able to say anything.

As for Tululetu, when he is in the Ming Dynasty, he will no longer be able to rely on his identity to defend himself like he is on the Mongolian side. When the time comes, she will die, what can Tululetu, a lonely foreign princess, do?

Even if Tululetu refuses to obey in the end, at most it will only be a matter of marriage, and the big deal is that Tululetu returns to the grassland, which can be regarded as a trip for nothing, and what damage will there be to Mongolia? As for Tululetu's sadness, at that time, it will naturally only go to the person who killed him Sumo, or simply to the entire Ming Dynasty, in that case, it will just fulfill the intention of Dayan Khan.

A plan to kill two birds with one stone, a plan to kill two birds with one stone. No, no, it's not killing two birds with one stone, it's killing many birds with one stone!

Su Mo paced back and forth, his brain was running rapidly, and he gradually restored a silhouette, and suddenly a spiritual light flashed through him, and he instantly thought of a possibility, and his complexion couldn't help but change greatly.