"Would the Buddha have given such instructions?" Yang Muyun was greatly surprised, "I heard that there was a Taoist monk in Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou during the Song Dynasty, who often said that wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart. ”

"Our Buddhist sects in Tibet have different precepts from those held by the Central Plains," Shakya Gyaltsen smiled unnaturally, "and they cannot be put together." ”

"But aren't you all worshipping Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?" Yang Muyun said: "The Buddhist disciples of the Central Plains do not eat meat and fish to exhort the world to kill less, but how can the national teacher's behavior persuade the world? Hmm......" Yang Muyun was talking, and a meatball was stuffed with perilla in his mouth.

"So many dishes can't stop your mouth," Shiso's beautiful eyes glared at him fiercely, "Ten miles is not vulgar, don't you even understand this truth?" It's hard to say some unbounded words, the national teacher is from Tibet, and it is different from my Central Plains, so let's talk about it...... Although those monks in the Central Plains temple seem to be serious, they don't know how many things they have done behind their backs that have damaged the rules and precepts! ”

"Mrs. Yang is very reasonable," Yuan Qi'er said with a smile on the side: "What the national teacher upholds is also within the precepts, and the meat on the table is not killed by the will of the national teacher, and the national teacher's food naturally does not violate the Buddha's precepts." ”

"It's because I'm biased in my knowledge, and I ask the national teacher not to be surprised." Yang Muyun said and poured a glass of wine and saluted Shakya Gyaltsen.

The young national teacher, who was not afraid of meat, hurriedly refused, "Lord Yang, this wine is the first precept of Buddhism, and the deity is absolutely undrinkable." ”

"What?" Yang Muyun suspected that he had heard it wrong, it was really strange that this great lama national teacher did not avoid eating meat and drinking alcohol. I didn't dare to ask any more questions at the moment, so I drank all the wine in the cup and sat down.

"The national teacher is a monk, how can he drink, Lord Yang's move is too abrupt." Yuan Qi'er whispered in his ear.

Yang Muyun said in his heart, how do I know what strange precepts this strange monk has. Then he changed the topic and asked: "Why did Yuan Gongzi invite this national teacher to accompany him when he returned to Saibei this time?" ”

"That's because the Tibetan lamas all speak Mongolian, so there is no barrier between them and the followers in the steppe." Yuan Qi'er said with a smile.

Yang Muyun nodded and sighed.

"What are you sighing about?" Yuan Qi'er asked.

"You Mongolians and Tibetans get along very well," Yang Muyun sighed, "When will we Han people and you Mongolians work together to reconcile and stop fighting each other?" ”

"I also hope that this day will come," Yuan Qi'er's usual fierce eyes softened, "but will you Han people trust us Mengren?" ”

"If you don't send troops to plunder our Han land frequently, why is there always tension between our two peoples?" Yang Muyun poured a glass of wine and saluted her.

"Looting?" Yuan Qi'er laughed, and didn't take the wine he toasted, "If our grassland is as rich as your Central Plains, how can we use knives and guns to point at you......" Without waiting for him to speak, he continued: "You haven't stayed in the grassland, you don't know the hardships there," said and pointed to the meat in the bowl and said: "You Han people still have cooked meat to eat, and we Mongolian people don't even have a pot to cook meat," his eyes narrowed slightly, "You have cultivated grain, and you can store it if you can't eat it, and we only have cattle and sheep, In the cold winter season, sometimes most of the cattle and sheep of a herdsman can be frozen to death in one night, and without the cattle and sheep, the people on the grassland will only starve to death if they do not come to your Han land to grab food. As he spoke, the snow-white hand grasped it, and he could faintly see the green tendons inside.

"Then the Han and the Mongolian can only fight for generations?" Yang Muyun put the poured wine in her hand, "The people on the grassland are living in difficulty, which is certainly sympathetic, but after a war, many women will lose their husbands, and many children will not see their fathers return, isn't it even more miserable?" ”

"Maybe this is the fate of our grassland people," Yuan Qi'er's eyes seemed to shine, "We will accept the fate of each of us arranged by the Immortal Heaven, and then we will live stronger." ”

"That's why you invited this national teacher to your grassland?" Yang Muyun squinted at Shakya Gyaltsen, "Let him proclaim his destiny to everyone on the grassland on behalf of the Buddha, and then soothe their pain of losing their loved ones." ”

"You're very smart," Yuan Qi'er hooked the corner of her lips, picked up the wine glass he kept in her hand, and then took a sip, "

You've never asked me for my true identity, but you already know? ”

"Your status is very noble, so why ask?" Yang Muyun smiled lightly, picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly on the rim of her glass, "Actually, you really look good in Han clothes, if you return to your original identity, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to talk to you again." ”

Yuan Qi'er smiled, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, two faint blush rose on her crystal jade cheeks, and there was a hint of charm in her eyes when she looked at him, "I also look good in the clothes of the prairie people, do you want to take a look?" ”

Yang Muyun's heart jumped, he knew that Yuan Qi'er was a daughter, and he couldn't say it casually. When I was stunned, I heard someone shouting: "The bride is here!" ”

In the courtyard, gongs and drums were noisy, and firecrackers rang out. People got up and rushed to the gate of the courtyard.

Yang Muyun couldn't help but get up, and was thinking about whether to go and take a look. I saw Yuan Qi'er tugging at his sleeve, "Lord Yang, let's go, you accompany me to take a look, how did the bride of the Han people pass through the door?" ”

Yang Muyun glanced at Zisu, who gave him a blank look, "I'm here to accompany Sister Chen and the national teacher to talk for a while, you just have to accompany Yuan Gongzi." ”

Yang Muyun was dragged by Yuan Qi'er to the outside of the courtyard, only to see a large group of people walking towards this side. Rural people are not very particular, there is no tradition of sitting in a sedan chair in the city, but to lead a donkey, let the bride sit on the back of the donkey, let people lead to the husband's house.

Everyone saw that the bride was wearing a red dress and a red hijab on her head, and she couldn't see what her face was. But seeing that he was slim and sitting on the back of a donkey like a willow in the wind, people couldn't help but feel a wave in their hearts.

"Is this your Han marrying?" Yuan Qi'er was slightly disappointed in her eyes.

"No," Yang Muyun shook his head, "The big family is much more grand than this, and the bride is sitting on a sedan chair carried by four people, blowing and blowing and sending over." ”

"Oh." Yuan Qi'er bowed slightly, imagining the situation Yang Muyun said.

As she spoke, the bride rode a donkey to the gate of the courtyard.

The bridegroom, dressed in new clothes and wearing a big red flower on his chest, came to the bride surrounded by people.

"Everyone," the patriarch spoke at this time, "Xiao'er is a big day today, thank you relatives and friends for joining us. Today we have a guest here, and according to the custom handed down from our ancestors here, if there is a guest present on the wedding day, the most honored guest present will be invited to carry the bride to the new house. As soon as the words fell, everyone let out a burst of cheers, and their eyes looked at Yuan Qi'er and the others.

At this time, Ashi Timur was surrounded by the guards around him and came to the outside of the courtyard.

"Young Master Yang, aren't you going?" Yuan Qi'er glanced at him and said jokingly.

"I'm injured, how can I carry someone?" Yang Muyun smiled, "Besides, I am not the most distinguished guest here, if Yuan Gongzi is interested, you might as well ......" His face changed, and his smile froze, only to see Ayu Timur striding forward and bowing with his back to the bride.

Yuan Qi'er's face also changed, and she immediately said something to Ah Timur, the words were urgent and fast, Yang Muyun didn't understand a word, thinking that Yuan Qi'er was speaking Mongolian.

Ah Timur smiled indifferently, replied to Yuan Qi'er a few words in Mongolian, and still bowed.

Yuan Qi'er wanted to say more, but saw that the bride was supported by an old woman and a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old to leave the donkey's back and ride on the back of Ashi Timur.

"Are you seated?" Timur said with a smile, hooking his arms around the bride's thighs and squeezing them upward.

"It's so light!" His guards cheered loudly.

Tamur laughed and picked up the bride and strode into the courtyard.

"It's just a joke," Yang Muyun looked at Yuan Qi'er, who looked unhappy, and said, "You are a little too heavy on Brother Ling's words, right?" ”

"Lord Yang doesn't know," Yuan Qi'er said with a wry smile: "According to the customs of the grassland, only the real husband of the bride can do this, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid that the second brother will rob his relatives! ”

"This is not a grassland, Brother Ling won't be so unscrupulous!" Yang Muyun's heart couldn't help but tighten, he didn't want such kind and simple villagers to be hurt in any way, but ...... He clenched his fists. Shoulders and back

The wound pierced by the carved arrow was throbbing for a while, and with his own strength, dragging the injured body could stop Timur and his party? He took a light breath and looked at Yuan Qi'er, who still had a wry smile on her face.

A petite figure flickered in front of Yang Muyun's eyes, it was the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl who had just supported the bride, and I saw her bouncing up and down into the courtyard behind the bride.

"Why does this figure look so familiar?" Yang Muyun said secretly in his heart. How could there be someone he was familiar with in this remote mountain village, he shook his head, and followed Yuan Qi'er into the courtyard.

Asha Timur carried the bride through the courtyard to the front of the hall and had just laid her down. I saw that the bride lowered her head, and the red hijab covering her head actually fell down, and she raised her head, causing a burst of amaze from everyone. Yang Muyun couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it, he didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful woman in a small mountain village.

The bride was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, although she wore a hairpin on her head and her sideburns were decorated with mountain flowers. But she still couldn't hide her pretty face, her eyebrows were curved, her eyes were as bright and moving as autumn water, and her pink Yao nose was ruddy red lips, only to see her red lips move, and she was a little frightened to pick up the red hijab on the ground, but it had already been picked up by the old woman who accompanied her in, "Oh, girl, why are you so careless, on a happy day, there are so many people looking at ......" The old woman muttered and put the red hijab on her head again, and pulled her sleeve, "Hurry up and cross the brazier, step on the tiles, it's not good to miss the auspicious time." ......”

Ashi Timur watched the bride leave in a daze, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

Yuan Qi'er patted Yang Muyun's shoulder and sneered: "My second brother is confused, are you also confused?" Don't forget that your wife is also here, but she is not ashamed to stare at other women. ”

"I just think this girl is a little familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere." Yang Muyun said curtly.

"Tut-tut......" Yuan Qi'er glanced at him with a mocking face, "Men have this problem, when they see beautiful women, they say they are familiar, as if they have seen them somewhere, and they don't know how to change their ......."

Yang Muyun sat back at the banquet in a disdainful state, and when Zi Su saw him and Yuan Qi'er coming back, he asked, "I heard that the bride's hijab fell just now, did you all see it?" ”

Yang Muyun snorted and didn't speak again.

"Is the bride pretty?" Zi Su stared at Yang Muyun and then asked, Women always care about whether other women are more beautiful than themselves in the eyes of men.

"You see he's like this, what are you asking?" The corners of Yuan Qi'er's eyes curled, and she said with some meaning.

"Sister Zisu," Chen Siyu said to her, "Mu Yun may be a little uncomfortable, don't ask, besides, who else in this world is more beautiful than you?" ”

"Is he uncomfortable?" Shisu pursed his lips, "I don't look like it." ”

Yang Muyun didn't care about Shisu's expression on the side, and still thought hard, "Why do I think she is so familiar, and she still has a very close feeling?" And that little girl, how do you feel like you've seen it somewhere? "I can't figure it out if I want to break my head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that the seat next to him became lively, and the guards of Ayu Timur did not know what to say to him. I saw that Timur's eyebrows were fluttering, and he couldn't help nodding frequently.

Yuan Qi'er's face became a little ugly, and even the eyebrows on Shakya Gyaltsen's solemn face couldn't help jumping.

Yang Muyun saw it in his eyes, his heart moved, and he picked up a glass of wine and came to Shakya Gyaltsen and said: "Fang is a little offended in his words, so I will punish myself with a cup first." With that, he drank it all in his cup.

"It's long gone, and the deity has forgotten," Shakya Gyaltsen said lightly, "Why should Lord Yang do this." ”

At this time, Yuan Qi'er stood up and walked towards the table of Ashi Timur.

Yang Muyun hurriedly sat down and asked in a low voice: "I have something to ask the national teacher for advice, I don't know what was said at the table next to me?" ”

"This has nothing to do with Lord Yang, so why do you ask?" Shakya Gyaltsen said.

"I'm afraid that they are going to do something bad, so I asked this," Yang Muyun looked at him with a solemn face, "Could it be that the national teacher wants to cover it up for them?" ”