In order to see off the neighbors and princesses who were married far away from the Northern Qi Dynasty, the court of the Rouran Khan, whose snow had not melted, held an unprecedented Naadam conference. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe sound of the horse-head piano is melodious, the soft women sing and dance, and the witches pray to the heavens with nectar, chanting incantations that Zimo does not understand.

Horse racing, archery, wrestling, and horseback riding, the seasons were reversed in this winter savannah because of the joy and enthusiasm of the Naadam Conference.

The soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty watched the excitement of various games and sports competitions, so they also geared up and competed with the local Rouran people.

Zimo is a foodie, and he is really happy to see that he can come across fresh and chic soft food in just a few steps.

She doesn't touch mare's milk wine, other cheeses, beef and mutton jerky, milk tofu, dried milk, yogurt, all of them come and don't refuse, holding bags of snacks in her hand, swaying happily.

It's too restrained in Yecheng, everyone here is crazy, and the people are buzzing, who will notice how she Xiao Zimo is happy and eats fast without moving? Very good。。。。。。 Zi Mo suddenly felt that the second uncle didn't treat her too badly, the ancient country Rouran was really a mysterious country full of charm, and if she could come once, she would also earn it.

Scold...... Murong Chong looked at Zi Mo from a short distance in the morning, but he really felt that this tall and long man looked like two people in front of him and behind him, no, it should be said that it was two people. In front of people, they follow the rules and become old, and no one can be offended, but after the people, they are in their original form, the sky is wide and arbitrary, and they are happy like fairies.

"Lord Gao, do you like this dried meat?" Murong Chong handed out a large bag of dried meat, and Xiao Zimo, who was concentrating on eliminating snacks, was so frightened that he almost swallowed his back.

"Ahem, ahem... Admire... Murong Gongzi... You... Ahem, ahem, what, how did it come. Xiao Zimo covered his mouth and couldn't even say everything. At this Naadam Conference, Uncle Nine was dragged by the neighbor and the princess to play early in the morning, and just saw that Fu Jian Dahan was also watching the wrestling match with them with his attendants, why did Murong Chong appear here?

"Tall man, eat slowly. You fairy-like character who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, how can you ruin your image for a few packets of dried meat?" Murong Chong sneered, and stretched out his Qianqian jade finger to help Zimo wipe the corners of his mouth.

Bang, Zi Mo sat on the ground and bounced, and the snacks stacked on his knees fell to the ground.

"Murong... Murong Gongzi, I think I'm full, I'd better go and watch other people's games. Zi Mo wiped off the oily lips that were stolen from stealing, but it was more like wiping the marks of Murong Chong's fingers.

"Well, I'll go with you. Lord Gao is not familiar with this place, what do you want to see, I'll take you there. Murong Chong followed Zimo.

。。。。。。 Hey, as Gao Changgong, the minister of Northern Qi, Xiao Zimo thinks that it is unreasonable and unhelpful to the diplomatic relations between the two countries if it is too rejecting people thousands of miles away, but 。。。。。。 When she looked at Murong Chong's face, she felt uncomfortable. Probably because the first beauty of the Northern Dynasty was too drunk and charming last night, Zi Mo was out of luck.

"Then, thank you Murong Gongzi... Zi Mo clenched his fists and thanked him with a glance. That respectful look saw Murong Chong raise his eyebrows: "Lord Gao is really like two people, it's really a surprise." ”

Murong Chong walked forward bluntly, and Zimo was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing, do you still want that jerky from Lord Gao?" Murong Chong hooked his finger on the wrapped meat and shook it in front of Zi Mo's eyes, seeing that her saliva came again.

Rouran and Turkic are both horseback peoples, and have maintained the tradition of raising horses, taming horses, and breeding fine war horses all year round.

In the center of the conference venue, a horn sounded.

Then the crowd came from all directions, and they all squeezed towards that place.

"What's going on?"

"Heh, the excitement is about to begin, come here, the horse race is the most exciting event in Naadam!" Murong Chong said and took Zimo's hand and led her forward.

。。。。。。 Zi Mo used force, but he couldn't pull it out, and he was twisted tighter by Murong Chong in retaliation.

Zi Mo put his mind on the wrist that wrestled with Murong Chong, and suddenly let out a sharp bone whistle, and when he looked up, he was shocked by the scene of thousands of horses galloping from far and near. The sturdy sweaty men on horseback rushed to the horses shirtless in the ice and snow, with streamers tied around their waists and rope nooses in their hands. When the wild horses were driven, they spread their hooves and galloped like the wind in the circular field enclosed by the fence. The warriors had to trap the untamed horses in the race, and the horses did not want to submit to the reins of humans at all, so this battle of men and horses was hearty and very happy.

A warrior with a red turban on his head had already taken the lead in capturing seven fiery horses. As soon as the shiny horses were caught by him, they seemed to feel the strength and mighty momentum of this man, and they obediently obeyed, and were pulled into the stables by him one by one and became his trophies. The people around him cheered and cheered, and the warrior was even more energetic, and rode his horse around the field, full of pride.

"This man is so good. Xiao Zimo couldn't help but say. He has seen other people set horses in the Northern Desert, horses are spiritual animals, if it does not obey you, even if it has a long whip and iron claws, it will not necessarily surrender.

"Well, this is Duolun, a famous warrior of the Rouran tribe, who will come out on top in the Naadam Conference every year. Murong Chong explained to Zi Mo as he glanced at the secret guards who were slowly approaching the surroundings.

Looking through the crowd of black pressure, sure enough, Fu Jian was also watching the horse race from a high position in the arena.

Doren made a triumphant gesture and toured the arena, and was even happier to see Khan and his neighbor and princess watching his game, waving his arms and smiling brightly.

Duolun's gaze suddenly stopped on the face of the strange man who was holding the princess's hands tightly, it was the king of Changguang of Northern Qi。。。。。。 This is the future husband of the princess?!

The warrior suddenly turned his horse around, and swung the noose vigorously and ferociously, his eyes like torches, and in them was a fire of indignation.

The long rope flew out like a snake, and this time Duolun's goal was a horse full of pale gold. The color of the horse's fur was even more extraordinary on a silver snowfield, faint, like the light of a warm day.

"Come on, Warrior Duolun, this yellow rabbit has come out today, you must tame it~~~~~~~~~~~" Someone next to Zimo shouted towards the center of the field, very excited.

As soon as Duolun spotted the pale golden horse, the other contestants galloped towards the horse. The yellow horse's face resembles a rabbit, hence its name. It is an outlier in the herd, and I don't know where it came from, but it came to the vicinity of this Khan's court two years ago, and has lived with the horses that have bred here for generations. The wild horses of the Khan's court were all black and chestnut horses, and this pale golden horse was very conspicuous when it came, and several times people set up traps to catch it, but this beast was very clever, and several times made the Rouran people pounce. In previous years, at the Naadam Conference, the golden horse did not know where to hide, and did not eat the bait sprinkled by people. Now that the snow had sealed the grassland, the horse was probably hungry, so he ate dry food with the herd and was lured into the arena.

The warriors on the field all took this pale gold BMW as their prey, and chased them desperately together, and the scene was particularly thrilling. The Yellow Rabbit is extremely fast and enduring, and even when it is driven in turn to run left and right on the field to avoid the rope noose, it does not show any fatigue. Xiao Zimo couldn't take his eyes off it, and pinched the sweat for the pale golden horse, and even forgot to break his wrists with Murong Chong below, and his palms were sweaty.

The edge of the horse race field is fenced with a wooden stake more than a zhang high, and the general horse is forced into a desperate situation and will only lean on the fence to neigh, raise the horse's hooves to resist, but the yellow rabbit is really different, seeing that it is about to be caught by Duolun's rope lasso, he suddenly stepped on the frozen soil of the snow field and stepped on the wooden stake and rose into the air, as if a fish jumped over the dragon gate, and the golden horse jumped and escaped from the enclosure steadily!

The onlookers fled in all directions, and the pale golden horse spread its hooves like a madman, as if to take revenge for the humiliation they had just suffered, and the crowd panicked.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~ dangerous~~~~~~~" Zi Mo heard a scream, she found that there were many children by the fence, and in the confusion there were several of them, all of whom were stupidly crying and lying on the ground, watching the wild horse swoop towards this side like a flame.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~h Between the lightning and flint, Xiao Zimo pointed to the ground on tiptoe, like a storm, suddenly turned over and jumped onto the back of the yellow rabbit horse, the horse had never been ridden before, even more crazy, his forelimbs were raised, a neigh, and his limbs kicked around, as if he wanted to turn the person on his back upside down. Zi Mo hugged the horse's neck, his hands were forceful, and when the pale gold horse was about to step on those children, he pulled up the front of the horse with his hand a little, the yellow rabbit was really spiritual, and he didn't step on the child on the ground at all, and his hind feet cooperated with a kick, and he rose into the air, and jumped over the place where someone fell.

Zi Mo held the horse and galloped for dozens of meters before slowing down slightly, the horse roared, running more and more steadily, but not as anxious as before.

When Zi Mo stopped his steps on the pale golden horse, there were already Rouran soldiers with spears rushing up around him, Zi Mo touched the horse's mane and comforted it so that it didn't have to be afraid.

"Chang Gong, Chang Gong, are you okay!!" Uncle Jiu rode after him, he saw Zi Mo jump on the back of the fierce horse, and he couldn't wait for Fu Jian to send troops over to help, so he drove a horse alone to chase over.

"Uncle Nine, I'm fine. Zimo got off the horse and touched the head of the yellow rabbit.

When Princess Linhe, Fu Jian and Duan Shen Duan Yi and a group of people arrived, what they saw was Gao Zhan holding Zi Mo's arm tightly, looking back and forth, his eyes were so nervous that he would be broken with a little force. And the pale golden horse stayed meekly aside, gnawing on the small grass sprouts on the ground, which was completely different from the violent appearance just now.

The princess bowed her head silently, and she was a little displeased with this situation.

"Lord Gao, is this horse tamed?" Murong Chong rode his horse and strolled leisurely.

"Huh? Probably, it seems to understand me, so it doesn't hurt me. Zi Mo patted the back of the yellow rabbit and smiled.

"Haha, Lord Gao is really a strange person, this has made this beast take away its wildness!" Fu Jian said.

"Great Khan, this horse is related to my Changgong nephew, Gao Zhan begs the Great Khan to give this horse to my Changgong nephew, I don't know if it's okay?"

"This 。。。。。。 Fu Jian glanced at the pale golden horse, and ran all the way, and a layer of sweat like blood had been secreted from the mane of the horse's neck, which was an out-and-out Pegasus, extremely precious。。。。。。

"Great Khan, don't do it! This yellow rabbit is my gentle BMW, how can I easily give it to others!" It was Duolun, a warrior who came on horseback, who spoke, and he saw the yellow rabbit standing obediently beside Zi Mo, already displeased, and heard Gao Zhan asking Fu Jian for the horse, so he was even more annoyed. Why did Rouran want to present all the precious things like this, and the most beautiful neighbor and prince of the Khan's court were leaving, so could he even take the BMW with him? Duolun looked at the stupid eyes of his neighbor and the princess, and he refused to give up.

"Our Rouran treasures are all God-given divine objects, how can they be handed over to strangers for no reason. His Royal Highness the King of Changguang, I see His Royal Highness as the husband of our neighbor and the princess, the Tianhuang nobles of the Northern Qi Dynasty, are naturally the best among the people, and the martial arts of riding and archery must also be a master, if the King of Changguang really wants this BMW, then it is better to do this, I Duolun to His Royal Highness the King of Changguang to write a war letter, if His Royal Highness can compete with me for three rounds, and win me, then I Duolun will be happy to surrender, I am a gentle warrior is also convinced, and voluntarily give this God-given BMW, if not, this BMW sent to the Northern Qi is also a pearl secret investment, the sword is covered with dust, and the sky is ruined!"

"Duolun!" Fu Jian stopped, he naturally understood Duolun's thoughts, the distant marriage of the neighbor and the princess made this iron-blooded man of the Rouran tribe sad, and now he was willing to swallow this breath when he had the opportunity to compare with Gao Zhan above board.

"Duolun, what are you doing! What are you competing with, just a horse, will His Royal Highness King Changguang do it with you for this?!" The princess was very angry, although she had not yet passed the door, she had already one-sidedly favored her future husband. And her attitude hit Duolun's backbone even more, and the man glared at Gao Zhan angrily, full of murderous aura.

Duolun is the son of the elder of the Rouran tribe, and his status in the tribe is very noble. Besides, 100,000 war horses have been prepared, and this astronomical number of horses is already the greatest sincerity of Rouran's tribute to Northern Qi, if even the yellow rabbit is allowed to be brought back, it will be too much of a loss. Fu Jian thought about it, and for a while he hesitated how to calm the situation.

Gao Zhan's face was very ugly, and his eyes were gloomy. This time he was provoked, if he was cowardly, he would be ashamed of Daqi. Pulling a horse under Gao Shen, King Changguang was about to jump on the horse, when suddenly, the reins were snatched away.

"Great Khan, this warrior, the wedding of my ninth uncle and the princess is imminent, if there is a slight difference in this competition, it will be unfavorable for Yu Daqi and Rouran. Although the martial arts of riding and archery cannot catch up with one-ten-thousandth of my ninth uncle, he has also assumed the responsibility of welcoming the minister, so he has to worry about my ninth uncle, the groom. Zi Mo shook the horse rope with one hand, and then flew on the horse, "Gao Changgong of Northern Qi, I wish the king of Changguang to take over the battle book of this Duolun warrior, how to compare, where to compare, listen to the respect!"

Xiao Zimo hugged his fists and saluted, and took Duolun's declaration of war over.