The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and shows the cattle and sheep.

In April, except for the occasional scattered snow in the low-lying areas, although the cold wind is still blowing, most of the places are already verdant, the snow is melting, the water is gurgling, and the vegetation is sprouting. The cattle and sheep, who had been locked up in the pen for a winter, were galloping with joy in this boundless world, and from time to time they heard the shepherds shouting with joy.

A paradise.

The Yin Mountain at the end of the line of sight, standing tall, standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that the sky is within reach, and the snow that does not melt all the year round covers it, which is the holy mountain in the hearts of all the grassland tribes. At the foot of Yin Mountain, countless Mongolians, large and small, surround Yin Mountain, and eventually form a dome sea that cannot see the end at all.

And in this quaint sea of yurts, the huge golden dome tent that can be seen at a glance even from dozens of miles away is still particularly eye-catching.

All those who have been to Yinshan know that it is the golden tent of the Great Han.

Every April, it is the day when the grassland tribes worship the "immortal heaven". This is the most sacred day in the hearts of all Mongolians. Unless there is something big, even if it is far away, the Great Khan of all the tribes of the grassland will rush to the foot of the holy mountain in April to hold a ceremony to worship the "Eternal Heaven", in order to pray for good weather and fat cattle and sheep on the grassland in the new year.

The huge golden tent is almost 100 meters square, the delicate felt carpet from the big food spreads all over the big tent, dozens of exquisite wood carved basin racks are placed in all corners of the big tent, the copper basin on the pot frame is blazing with charcoal, together with the sandalwood from Tianzhu, so that the whole big tent is full of fragrance, warm like spring.

There were only three people in the Golden Tent, except for dozens of maids standing in the corners of the edge of the Great Tent.

Sitting behind the huge bronze case at the top of the Golden Horde is an old man with a tiger's back and a full head of silver hair, he only wears a simple plain white profane robe, a pair of hands like the bark of a dry old tree exposed to the whole winter, at this moment is grabbing a huge and fat leg of mutton and biting it, the grease mixed with a little blood continues to drip on his plain white profane robe, but he seems to taste, he takes care of his own mouth, and from time to time he frees up a hand, grabs the huge horn cup on the copper case in front of him, and drinks it all. The dusk wine slid down the old man's gray beard, soaking the plain white robe into a large dyed cloth of different colors.

When the food was rising, the old man tore open the profane robe on his chest, exposed his shriveled chest, and continued to eat and drink as if no one was around.

There are two smaller copper cases on the left and right sides of the old man, and on the left side sits an old man who also has a white beard but is already in good spirits, with drooping eye bags and a few inconspicuous old age spots on his thin face from time to time. All of this shows that this is an old man who is about to die, and if you ignore his deep eyes, which flash from time to time, as if he had seen through the world.

Compared with the old man in the first place, this old man ate too much, slowly tore the mutton in front of him into strips, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully. From time to time, he picked up the horn cup in front of him, saluted the seat opposite, and swallowed it in a small sip.

Opposite this old man, sat a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with a majestic figure, his eyes open and closed, and he was obviously an extremely difficult person to get along with. Isn't this middle-aged man Jia Yidao who can't think about it, and who is the Mongolian Sect King Kou Wen Buhua, who should be sitting on Hebei West Road?

There was no sound in the huge tent except for the chewing and swallowing sounds made by the three of them and the occasional explosion in the charcoal basin.

After a long time, the old man sitting at the head of the big tent seemed to have eaten and drunk enough, and he was satisfied to put down the leg of mutton that had been eaten in his hand, and slowly leaned back on the seat covered with tiger skin behind him.

With the old man's movements, the two people below seemed to have the same feeling, and they also stopped eating and drinking instantly, and sat quietly in place.

"Don't spend it, it's rare that you can come back, you haven't been too embarrassed, right?"

The old man waved his hand and waved away, cautiously approached to wipe his hands, and the maid glanced at the mouth of the person who was sitting under the seat, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he disappeared in a flash and said softly.

"Back to sweating, don't dare."

In front of Jia Rudao, he looked at the wolf Gu with a warm mouth, but at this moment, in front of this old man who was dying, he was like a submissive sheep, his left hand was placed on his chest, and he bowed his head deeply and said respectfully.

And the old man who is dying and can make his mouth warm and so obedient is none other than today's Mongolian Great Khan Wokotai.

"The battle of Xiangyang, the battle of Caizhou, and the remnants of the Jin Kingdom, you did too carelessly, and those princes and patriarchs envy the power in your hands, so it's normal."

Wokotai raised his eyes and glanced at the old man on his left hand and said with a smile.

"It's all the great sweat that carries love, so that there is no flower today."

"Great Khan, let's get down to business, that's all in the past, it's not a big deal. King Buhua Zong has done a good job over the years, if he really handed over the golden land to others, I am afraid that it would have been chaotic a long time ago. ”

At this time, the old man who was sitting opposite the mouth temperature did not wait for Wokotai to speak, and suddenly interjected.

In the whole of Mongolia, who else can interject and dare to speak out on such an occasion except Yelu Chucai, who is leaned on by Wokotai as his right-hand man and teacher?

"Prime Minister Xie praised, he didn't dare to take credit if he didn't spend it, he was all strategized by the Great Khan and Prime Minister."

The mouth was warm, and he bowed to Yelu Chucai and replied.

"It doesn't take to say that it is necessary to invest at least 200,000 troops in Sichuan and Huainan to deal with the Song people, and the prime minister thinks ...... How is it? ”

Wo Kotai didn't care about Yelu Chucai's interjection, and asked out loud.

"This matter, King Buhua Zong has already discussed it carefully with a certain person, and a certain person has also informed the Great Khan of all kinds of arrangements, and the Great Khan must have made a decision."

Yelu Chucai took the warm wipes from the maid behind him, wiped his hands and replied softly.

"The Western Xia and Tubo people have lost nearly 200,000 people after the Battle of Xiangyang, the Battle of Caizhou and the Battle of Jingzhaofu not long ago, and the people of the two tribes are already quite complaining now, if they continue to recruit 200,000 soldiers of the two tribes and send them to the two lines of Sichuan and Huainan, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the two tribes."

Wokotai glanced at the warmth of his mouth and twisted his shriveled body.

The wet greasy cloth on his chest made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he beckoned the maid to come forward and replace him.

"Compared with my Mongolian great cause, even if the two tribes are dead, what can they do? Not to mention, the hearts of non-my race must be different, Xixia and Tubo are all big clans, they can fight well, and they can weaken both the Song people and the soldiers of the two races, why not? It's nothing more than the two clans giving some gold, silver, cattle, sheep, and beauties to several princes and the patriarchs of several big tribes. ”

Yelu Chucai said with a smile.

(End of chapter)