"Great Khan ......" Seisang broke out in a cold sweat, Huang Taiji was testing himself.

"Seisang doesn't need to be nervous, I know that you didn't hook up with Da Ming at all, so you just need to send Hari Zhula to Shengjing, which can eliminate the doubts of Tiancong Khan."

"Great Khan, but Harijula is ...... now"

"Seisan, you don't have to worry about this, Hari Zhula is not only your daughter, but also the daughter of the entire Horqin, Tiancong Khan wants to marry her, this is not only your family matter, but also the entire Horqin business." Oba's brows gradually relaxed, "I Oba don't believe that with the strength of you and me, then Uldu will dare not give in - if he doesn't obey, even if we don't go, the cavalry of the Dajin Kingdom will not spare him." ”

"That'...... As soon as qiē pleases the Great Khan. ”

"What did the Cessan brothers say? Horqin is everyone's Horqin, your daughter Hari Zhula, for the sake of Horqin's alliance with Dajin and the future of Horqin, marry to Shengjing, this is the whole Horqin business, it is the grand event of Horqin. ”

Oba clenched his fists, "How can I, the Great Khan of Korqin, stand by and watch - Brother Saisan, Zilharang is the messenger of the Great Khan of Tiancong, I will pick up the wind for him tonight, you can go too, Horqin and Dajin Guo, they are really getting closer and closer." ”

At this point, Seysan had no more reason to object, "Great Khan, I must go and toast Zilharang on time." ”

"Alright, alright, we'll see you at dinner." Oba smiled, and he gestured to Seysan and went back.

The scale of the dinner was not large, and Zilharang brought ten ordinary soldiers, whose status was too low, and was arranged by his entourage to the hall next door, and in the huge main hall, there were only three people: Zilharang, Oba and Sesan.

Oba was the master and naturally sat on the throne, with Sesan sitting on his left hand and Zilharan sitting on his right hand with a relatively higher position.

Oba raised the cup of the three sheep green bottles: "Saisan, let's toast Belle's cup together, hoping that this glass of wine can wash away the toil and dust of Belle's journey." ”

Seisang also raised the Sanyang Qingzhu Cup with both hands.

Zilharang held the same cup: "Thank you to the Great Khan and Taiji for taking care of me, but this time I am on the orders of my Great Khan, and I hope I can live up to my mission." ”

He craned his neck, and a large glass of mare's milk was poured completely into his stomach.

"Definitely, definitely." Oba also drank the wine in his glass, "Seysan has agreed, he was going to pick up the wind and dust for Lord Belle at noon tomorrow, but he will rush to pick up Harizula tomorrow, it seems that this meal will wait until he returns." ”

"Taiji is bothered, and the wind is second," Zilharang filled himself again, "As long as I can complete the mission of the Great Khan, I will be satisfied, come, I salute the two." ”

"Let's drink together and wish good things success." Obaraj took Sesan and accompanied Zilharang to do it.

Zilharang took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, and the parchment folded neatly, "Since Sesantaiji agrees, I am relieved, this is a gift from the Great Khan of my family to Sesantaiji." ”

Zilharan left the table, opened the parchment, and respectfully held the parchment, and came to Seysan's seat.

Seysang quickly got up and took it, and peeked at it: a thousand taels of silver. He gasped, Huang Taiji is so generous!

The property of the Mongols is generally cattle, horses and sheep, and there are indeed not many people like Huang Taiji who give away a thousand taels of silver at a time.

Although Hari Zhula is famous for her beauty and fair skin, she has already been married, and she cannot receive a dowry when she remarries, and this thousand taels can only be regarded as a gift from Huang Taiji to Saisang.

Seysang was overjoyed, knowing that if he had a few more daughters, he would be rich, and with money, he could gather more people and strengthen the power of the family.

"Cesando thanks Tiancong for his favor, and thank you for Lord Belle, this cup of mare's milk wine should be regarded as my Cesan, on behalf of the commitment of the Borzigit clan."

He didn't wait for Zilharang to speak, and the three sheep and green bottles were already facing the sky.

"Haha, now Lord Belle is relieved, come, Lord Belle, let's have a glass of reassuring wine." Oba raised his glass to Zilharang.

"Okay, this drink is good!"

After a few glasses of wine, the business was over, and Oba leaned over to Zilharang: "Lord Belle, do you want to listen to Mongolian songs and dances again?" I was too busy in the afternoon to accompany Lord Belle. ”

Sesan had already said it to his face, and Zilharang was relieved, "Then there will be the Great Khan of Laooba." ”

"Where, where? Lord Belle is the most honored guest of my Horqin, and it is a blessing for me to be able to serve Lord Belle. Oba clapped his hands and came out of the back hall with a group of singing and dancing girls, dressed in various colorful clothes, and entered the hall with warblers and swallows.

The woman at the head wore a blue and blue jacket and a long rose-red skirt. She first knelt down on one leg and saluted Oba.

Oba waved his hand, "Solunga, do a good job of serving Lord Belle." ”

"Yes, Great Khan." Solunga stood up and retreated in front of Kabuhime.

Under the leadership of Solunga, the nine women in the back danced a cheerful Mongolian dance together, and Solunga was at the front of the nine, and she sang and danced at the same time:

"Beautiful Zalut steppe,

Mountains and rivers go to the grassland, and clouds and mist are swirling.

The good shepherds are all children of the steppe,

The beautiful Dark Cloud Girl is a flower of this grassland.

The lark sings around her,

The steed galloped for her.

The moving eyes light up the stars in the sky......"

Solunga was as light as a colourful butterfly, and though there was no song, she could fly up and down, spin from side to side, and the hall was filled with her blue figure.

Her singing voice is also graceful, crisp and crisp as the larks on the grassland, and the host and guests are deeply attracted by her posture, her dance, and her voice.

The three of them stopped drinking and chatting for a while, and they all clapped their hands and slapped for Saurunga, and Zilharang's eyes kept staring at Solunga's spinning body......

At the end of the song, the dancers began to offer their white Hada to Zilharang.

Oba winked at Saurunga, who understood and bowed his head slightly.

When the song was repeated, Saurunga rolled on her left and right feet, and spun in front of Zilharang, her posture not stopping, but she was handling the jug and the wine bottle.

Saurunga tumbled and poured wine in the air, not spilling a single drop of mare's milk.

She put down the flask, held the wine bottle in both hands, and handed it to Zilharang, smiling eyes, burning gaze, swept around Zilharang's face, and sang the Mongolian toast song in her mellow mouth:

"The golden and silver cups are filled with wine,

Raise your hands above your head.

Fried rice milk tea hand-grilled meat,

Drink enough today.

Honored guests, please taste,

This wine is mellow, and this wine is thick.

Let us reflect each other's hearts for eternity,

Spend spring and autumn together on this rich grassland......"

Zilharang's heart was full, and he took the bottle, his eyes still fixed on Solunga's face.

The mare's milk wine kept splashing on the ground, and at last when Zilharan drank it, he slammed the bottle into his chin, and most of the mare's milk wine spilled and fell on his leather robe.

"Hahaha......" At this moment, Oba laughed unscrupulously.

Zilharang stepped out, pressed the wine table in front of him with his left hand, and leaped to the center of the hall.

Saurunga was closer to him, and the charming dimple was the closest to him, and as long as Zilharan lowered his head, he could catch it.

Zilharang did not do this, he took Solunga by the hand, and danced with her, his rough voice seemed to accompany Saurunga:

"In the sky,

Pairs are lined up.

JIANG Shui Chang,

Okifolia yellow,

The sound of the piano on the prairie is sad.

……

Spring is warm on the grassland,

The wild goose to the sky.

How far away is the sky,

Drink the wine dry and fill it up,

If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't return ......"

When the song was over, Solunga stopped singing and dancing, and she was pulled by Zilharang to sit beside her.

Sorenga kept adding mare's milk wine to Zilharang, and while talking to Zilharang, she let out a nightingale-like laugh from time to time, and her smart eyes occasionally threw a white eye to Zilharang, smiling intimacy.

Without Sorenga's singing, the nine dancers danced lifelessly, and Zilharang never looked at the dancers in the audience again.

Oba glanced at Sesan, who understood and nodded.

Oba bowed his hand to Zilharang: "Lord Belle likes the dance of Saurunga, so I will take it back tonight and enjoy it slowly, anyway, there is nothing to do tomorrow, and there is no need to get up early." ”

Zilharang could only giggle.

The Mongol singer is the equivalent of a Han Chinese prostitute, and if there is a distinguished guest in the house, they are responsible for accompanying her throughout the whole process, including the bedtime, and if the guest likes the singer very much, and the host is generous enough, she can also take her away.

When Oba was leaving, he specially told Solunga: "You must serve Lord Belle to your satisfaction." ”

"Yes, Great Khan." Solunga's gaze had long wandered on Zilharang's body, and her body and mind were fully prepared to serve Jilharang.

Early the next morning, Saisan took with him a letter from Oba Khan and went to Ultuchi, who, like Sesan, was a Taiji of a small tribe of Korqin, and Harijula was married to his son.

Towards noon, Seysan finally arrived at the Great Horde of Ultuchi.

When he heard that Seisan was visiting, Ulducchi personally greeted him, and he put his arms around Seisan and gave him a manly hug: "This morning the auspicious bird called outside the big tent, and I knew that I was going to come to the distinguished guest. ”

Cesan lost his former enthusiasm, he just patted Ultuchi on the back with his hand: "Let's go, let's go in and talk again." ”

"Yes, yes, let's talk." Ulduchi welcomed Seisang into the big tent, "In-laws, why do you look so preoccupied?" Did something go wrong? ”

"I'm in a problem," said Cesan, sitting in a rattan chair, "and I don't know how to talk to my in-laws." ”

"You don't have to be polite, just say something!"

"In-laws, this is a handwritten letter from Oba Khan, you will understand it when you read it." Cesan took out a piece of vellum letter from his bosom and handed it to Uldulchi.

Ulduchi opened the letter and read it, but before he could finish reading it, he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he exclaimed loudly: "This is not good, in-laws, Hari Zhula has married into my family, she is a woman of my family, and she has already given birth to three grandchildren to my family......"