It's February, but the northern prairie is still as cold as the midwinter wax moon, with strong winds and snow, and the cold wind is bone-chilling.

King Su Zhao Shu sat in the tent and drank mutton soup directly with a stoneware bowl, and after drinking, he put down the big bowl and wiped his face, and shouted to the relatives outside the tent: "Bring water to Lone." ”

He had been in this place in Saibei for a while, visiting many tribes along the way, and even more than 100 steppe men of the right year had been added to his entourage.

At the same time, his own living habits have also been changed a lot by the harsh living environment on the grassland.

He also wants to have delicious food every day, clean and spotless, but what about the facts?

Zhao Shu not only drank soup and used a large bowl of stoneware, but also used to eating meat directly. As for personal hygiene, look at the beard on his face, and the oil star stained on his beard, what else is there not to understand?

He was also helpless!

The Song people are not savages, especially the upper class, and no one takes a face and a beard as beautiful. But the wind and snow on the grassland taught him how useful a beard is.

Although that's more of a psychological effect, right?

But Zhao Shu really thinks that the beard is quite cold and frostproof.

He is a mascot on the grassland, walking among the tribes, naturally it is impossible to only drink wine and eat meat with the tribal leaders in the tent, it must be outside, in front of the herdsmen of all tribes.

When consoling refugees, you can't put your own shelves too high, this does not need to be reminded by the entourage, Zhao Shu knows it.

He understands very well what the meaning of his trip to the grassland is, that is, to show his sense of existence, that is to prestige.

It is a matter of course to behave in a way that is close to the people.

But in this way, he really suffered, the cold wind on the prairie was really like a knife cut on his face, and the trace of cold wind drilled down the gap to his neck and sleeve, which was also the same as a needle prick.

He just smears oil every day, and he feels that his face is not a face anymore.

So, the beard is good, the beard, the face beard, the better it.

It was impossible for him to talk to the herdsmen with a scarf, and with a beard, Zhao Shu always felt that his face was warmer.

Bamur is a Tatar, although he is not very old when he looks at his face, but when it comes to martial arts, he is a rare good hand among Zhao Shu's personal guards.

He was eating mutton around the bonfire outside the tent with the others, and when he heard the call of King Su in the tent, he was still a little ignorant, because he could hardly speak Chinese. It's not that the patriarch of his tribe gave him directly to Zhao Shu, he may still be starving in his broken tent now. But the people next to him understood, and they hurriedly dropped the barbecue in their hands one by one, a few people took the basin with the basin, the one with the towel soap, the one with the kettle, and finally only Bamur was left with a bucket of cold water.

Zhao Shu has grown a handful of beards in the past few months, he can smear oil on his beard, make people smooth and smooth his beard, and faintly block the wind, but he definitely can't accept the oil star on his face.

The leaders of the grassland tribes he had seen in the past few days were not only oily, but even the clothes on their bodies were shiny with a layer of oil, and there was a fishy smell on their bodies that could not be concealed.

If Zhao Shu didn't know his ultimate goal, if he didn't know that he was going to work hard for Lao Jiu on the dragon chair to seek a better future, he wouldn't want to suffer here.

"All these hardships and tiredness are for my own future." Zhao Shu comforted himself like this every time he couldn't stand it.

Just like that Lao Jiu sat on the dragon chair, didn't he also go to the battlefield in person and personally risk the great rivers and mountains that he obtained?

If you want to get, you have to give.

Unless you want to lose the great opportunity in front of you and continue to be an empty prince in Bianjing City.

Zhao Shucai was unwilling.

The second and fourth children in front of him died early, although they were ranked fifth, they were actually the third. And the eldest Zhao Huan and the second Zhao Kai, either because of the promise made by Lao Jiu when he abdicated before, or because of the old man's eccentricity - the old man has always been partial to Zhao Kai, and now he has a way out, it is his turn, Zhao Shu is not willing to cut off this good omen, he definitely doesn't want to be so unbearable.

A group of men carried basins and water into the tent, a small marching tent.

Zhao Shu leaned comfortably on the chair and did not move after washing his face with hot water, and the person at the head took a towel very consciously and wrapped it around him, and then pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from his waist, and carefully shaved his beard for Zhao Shu.

Tomorrow will be able to rush to the Mogusi Department, which is close to the Luanhe River, located on the border of the former Liaozhong Jingdao and Shangjing Dao, and Zhao Shu's return here also means that he will go home and leave the grassland.

There is a large ice climb that Zhao Shu took when he came to the grassland, or it was an ice car, he used to take an ice car in Bei'an Prefecture, along the frozen Luan River, all the way to the Mogusi tribe, and then turned to the north from here.

And what is even more beautiful now than when he came is that Zhao Shu no longer has to brush his presence in front of the herdsmen of various tribes along the Luan River, he only needs to stay honestly in the camp with the ice car as the core, waiting for the leaders of the various tribes to come to meet him.

Zhao Shu thought about shaving and restoring his original appearance.

is about to return to Handi, and if he really dares to act like a flower child, it will not be appropriate.

Bamur's status by Zhao Shu's side is not high, but no matter how low it is, he is also a personal entourage of Zhao Shu's side. Among the more than 100 grassland men under Zhao Shu, he has a different prestige.

After being dispatched, Bamur did not go to find a translator or guide to learn Chinese, but returned to his residence, a tent the size of Zhao Shu's marching tent, but there were twenty people living here.

Bamur lay on his bed, staring at the top of the tent with stunned eyes. Zhao Shu's shaving behavior told him, "He's really going to leave the grassland soon......

The unusual behavior attracted the attention of the others in the same account, and the last man who was closest to Bamur asked him, "Bamur, what's the matter?" Was he reprimanded by a nobleman? ”

Bamur's prestige among these steppe men is not all based on the fact that he is Zhao Shu's personal companion, and before obtaining Zhao Shu's personal companionship, Bamur has beaten many of them once.

Bamur's prestige was fought with his fists and feet and his bow and horse. In this tent, his prestige is high.

Hearing this question, everyone turned their eyes unabashedly.

"I'm just a guard, where can I offend a nobleman?"

"Alas......, you don't know, we're about to leave the grassland......"