Thinking of this, Alatan Hook's eyes were dyed with a thick layer of mockery. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man sitting across from him seemed to be even taller, he was silent, he took the bowl and drank, and there was a cloak hanging from his muscular body, which was obviously dusty, and the leaking half of his arm leaked his great strength.

"The king is really sympathetic to his courtiers, and the Emperor of the Eastern Yuan Dynasty sent someone to send a letter, saying that he would come to watch the Akha god festival next month!"

He took a bright yellow letter from his subordinate and handed it over, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

From childhood to adulthood, although he was born to a mother, in Hook's heart, he was a wild seed, and he had long been accustomed to that kind of mocking and disgusting look.

After the death of his father Khan, his mother insisted on letting Hook sit on the throne, and he became the 'right-hand man' he valued the most.

Because of his mother's relationship, he has always worked diligently for Hook, even if he suffered a lot of cynicism, he didn't say a word, and now that his mother is gone, he finally doesn't have to swallow his anger, and has been trampled under the feet of this big brother. Now that his wings are getting fuller, he will take his place when the right time comes.

Hook took the letter and flipped through it roughly, only to understand the general meaning, and then threw it on the low table with a 'snap'.

"If you're coming, you're coming. We prairie boys, is it possible that we are still afraid of this emperor of the Central Plains? What does Brother Wang mean? He stroked the beard from his chin and squinted at the man beside him.

"Brother Chen also thinks the same, now that more than a dozen villages fifty miles away from Feicheng are under our control, of course the emperor of the Central Plains can't sit still!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and both picked up the wine bowl in their hands.

The most incompatible buildings in the city of Mungan are the residences of the king's younger brother, Alatan Gil. Standing on the hillside in the distance and looking out into the city, you can see at a glance the mansion surrounded by high walls, but inside it is a mansion made of several huge yurts, of course, made of fine animal skins and furs pieced together.

There is nothing to talk about in the scenery of this house, the whole clearing, the green grass stretches to every corner, and the most eye-catching of them is the slender and strong horses with bright manes on the grassland. They had no reins, no saddles on their backs, and they roamed freely and arrogantly on the vast meadows.

"Master, people from the Hugu tribe have come today, saying that they want to join the master." The man who looked like a butler stood aside with his head down, and only reported all the chores in the house today.

"Oh?" The man's big hand combed the mane of a red-maned horse, and when he heard this, he was interested in it.

"The Hugu tribe is the tribe that people call 'steppe wolves'?" He clasped his hands around his chest, his mind quickly searching for all the information about the tribe.

It turned out to be a very poor tribe, since last winter, it began to rise rapidly, and now the number of people in the tribe has exceeded five hundred, tsk, such strength, very good!

The man's dark eyes narrowed, and the butler beside him presented the parchment scroll brought by the Hugu tribe from his cuff. Every day there were many such small tribes coming to take refuge, and if the master did not speak, then the parchment would be turned into a puddle of ashes in a charcoal basin.

"When the messenger of the letter comes, let him stay!" The man's gaze shifted from the parchment to the horse, his dark eyes as bright as the stars.

"Yes!"

Since it is called the 'steppe wolf', it is up to you to carry out the 'activities' on the night of the sacrifice. The man patted the horse's head with a big palm, and the rough laughter was loud.

Dongyuan Imperial Palace, Moon Observatory.

The house is clean and tidy, even if no one lives, there are palace people who come to clean it every day, the incense burner in the house is lit with a fragrant and light sandalwood fragrance, and Yuan Hongxuan, who is dressed in bright yellow, sits quietly at the table and looks at the picture scroll on it.

In the picture scroll is a pretty woman like a flower, her long hair is shawl, her hair is dyed with green silk and ink, her eyes are bright and bright, her skin is as white as snow, her aqua blue dress has dotted red 'flowers', her small brows are slightly frowned, and her face is full of worry.

That's right, this is the picture when Zhi'er rescued him for the first time. When the intense dizziness faded, he opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman surrounded by a halo of light.

Yuan Hongxuan's slender fingers gently brushed the cheeks of the woman in the painting, and his eyes were warm. His fingertips moved to the woman's lips, his eyes were full of pity, and he still remembered Zhi'er's lips, which were fragrant and soft, making him want to stop.

At this moment, his thoughts swept him like a flood, and more than three months have passed, and there is still no news from Zhi'er. The raging and turbulent river, from top to bottom, I don't know how many places it flowed, and how many rivers converged and separated, and the people sent out were still searching day and night, but there was little hope.

Sometimes, he was even afraid to hear the news that the people below had brought back, and he was afraid that what he heard was the bad news that a corpse had been found. In fact, it doesn't matter if there is no news like this, he can still have hope, stubbornly thinking that Zhi'er is still alive and doing well, and he can keep looking for it.

In the dark mountain village, the night is as cool as water, the candlelight in the window is swaying, the drizzle outside the window is slanting, and the stagnant water is quietly dripping down the eaves, creating a circle of ripples on the ground, like melancholy, and like sighing.

Miao Zhi extinguished the candle, pushed open the small window, sat by the window with her knees crossed, stared at the rain falling outside the window, and her thoughts drifted all the way to the palace of the Eastern Won Dynasty with the wind of freedom.

Hongxuan, how are you doing? I'm having a good life, but I miss you every day!

Although the life in the small village is hard, Zhi'er is very happy here, here is the vast world, you can always smell the faint fragrance of grass when you close your eyes, and your ears are full of insects and frogs, and you can sleep well in your dreams.

Moreover, I have done a lot of meaningful things here, the terraces are very successful, the rice in the field is growing very well, and the green hillside is very pleasant.

Hongxuan, although I can't be by your side to go through the ups and downs with you, I will be here to bless and pray for you every day. If you can, please forget about me and let me miss you alone!

The small window was gently closed again, and then there was no sound in Miao Zhi's room. After a while, the candlelight that had been lit in the front yard was quietly extinguished.

The cool breeze swept through, and the raindrops outside the house were still dripping and dripping, like graceful and clear elves, muttering to themselves in this inky night.

Who doesn't know the bitterness of lovesickness, only tears dry and soft. (To be continued.) )