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"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark." The singer standing on the stage in the cabin is skillfully singing with a red tooth board. And the dancing girl behind her danced the wide water sleeves at the same time, and the water sleeves inlaid with sparkling silver sheets were spread on the ground, and then gently undulated, really like the slow waves of the Milky Way in the sky. And the sparkling silver pieces are the stars.

Qin Shaoyou's poems were sung by the singer of this painting boat at this time with a tactful and low singing voice, like mountains and rivers meeting bosom friends. The feelings and joys of the two people when they got together here were slowly sung by this Wu Nong's soft words. Coupled with the curtains that continue to swing with the wind, as well as those beautiful scenery of Qinhuai that can see a corner, it is enough to make every visitor who watches it intoxicated.

Although today's seekers look a little special, they are actually two girls, but taking people's money naturally has no reason to deal with official affairs, so these singers and dancers still do their best to show their singing and dancing. The dancing girls in the court are all from the Ministry of Rites, representing the highest level of the entire Ming Dynasty, so Hui Niang is naturally not surprised, and her main thoughts fall on the plate of fruit on the table. And Gesang has been living in a simple house since he entered the palace, and he was suddenly taken away by the prosperity of the south of the Yangtze River.

Especially the soft words and graceful posture of Wu Nong in front of him, like a fairy falling from the sky, made Gesang a little stunned. In particular, she has studied a lot of Tibetan dance, so she is naturally very interested in dance. The dance of Tibet is more about expressing the worship of nature and the expression of joy, so the opening and closing are more open. The dance in the south of the Yangtze River, in the moisturization of the soft water town, is obviously more gentle, and the content embodied is mainly poignant love stories or dreamlike myths and legends.

The very different singing and dancing styles naturally made Gesang unable to take his eyes off.

Even Ye Yingwu strode in without noticing.

Ye Yingwu patted Hui Niang's head, and Hui Niang's grapes rolled down directly between her lips and teeth, but Ye Yingwu quickly caught them. Hui Niang raised her head a little angrily, just in time to see Ye Yingwu's gaze, and immediately shrunk her neck. Ye Yingwu said with a smile: "You know how to eat." ”

Before he finished speaking, he himself stuffed the grape directly into his mouth.

Hui Niang suddenly pounced angrily to fight, and Ye Yingwu laughed and took her directly in his arms, and then said with a side smile: "Gesang, what do you think of this song and dance?" ”

No matter how attractive the singing and dancing were, Gesang didn't dare to be rude in front of Ye Yingwu, and hurriedly bowed his head slightly: "Very good." ”

"Husband, look, Gesang is very shy." Hui Niang reached out and poked Ye Yingwu's chest.

Ye Yingwu rolled his eyes, leaned into Hui Niang's ear and said with a smile: "It's the so-called 'love over time', it's not that there is no um, how can it be love?" ”

"Hooligans!" Hui Niang punched Ye Yingwu in the chest without hesitation.

Ye Yingwu hugged her, not caring at all about Gesang's already red pretty face next to her, and those singers and dancers have obviously seen the wind and waves, and there are many people who are crazier and shameless than this, and they have long been accustomed to it, so they still sing, dance and dance. Looking at the face that was close at hand, Ye Yingwu said seriously: "Then what should I do if I want to play a hooligan now?" ”

Hui Niang blinked, and immediately replied: "It's not a hooligan at all to your own lady." ”

Ye Yingwu immediately laughed and let go of her. Hui Niang shrank directly behind the table like a frightened deer, and Gesang just wanted to follow her to avoid Ye Yingwu, but when she saw Ye Yingwu's turned gaze, she suddenly sat there helplessly. Although Hui Niang's voice was not high just now, Gesang still heard it. Since Ye Yingwu kept saying "playing hooligan", it was definitely not against his wife and concubine.

So he is looking at himself now, could it be that in his heart, he is not a member of the Ming harem?

"Everyone says that 'domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers', and in a certain way, domestic flowers are more fragrant than wild flowers." Ye Yingwu walked to Gesang with a wine glass and sat down, did not move his hands and feet, just smiled and took a sip of wine.

Gesang breathed a sigh of relief. In an instant, she even shook her mind a little, and she didn't know that she was relieved, because Ye Yingwu didn't directly do it like Hui Niang, or because Ye Yingwu directly called her "family flower".

Suddenly, Gesang felt that the latter accounted for a larger component.

"Your father and brother are quick to do this time." Ye Yingwu said softly unhurriedly.

Gesang was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "What the concubine's father and brother did seems to have nothing to do with the concubine. ”

Ye Yingwu suddenly became interested: "Oh, then you are talking about being the princess of Tubo, what are you here for." ”

Reaching out to twist the skirt, Gesang was silent for a long time. With her original intention, she came to this Nanjing City, firstly, to see the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, and secondly, to avoid being arranged by her father and brother to marry a mediocre person in the rest of the family, so that the second half of her life would be wasted. So Gesang didn't actually think about what he should do for the whole of Tibet when he came here. As soon as Ye Yingwu said it today, she suddenly realized that her father and brother agreed to her request to marry Daming without hesitation, not only to strengthen the connection between Tubo and Daming through marriage, so that Du Busy could fulfill the various conditions promised to Tubo as much as possible, and another purpose was to further influence Ye Yingwu through Gesang.

In short, it is to use the "pillow wind" to make Ye Yingwu more inclined to Tibet.

Maybe my father and brother actually had such a plan before this, but because he grew up in Tibet, he never said it. Otherwise, they wouldn't have said yes as soon as they opened their mouths.

A chill ran in Gesang's heart. The Central Plains said that the water spilled by the married daughter can only sigh with emotion at this time, the ancients were honest and did not deceive me.

After all, looking at the whole of Tibet, there are very few female candidates who want to achieve this dual goal, plus Gesang is from the Sakya family, she has read a lot of books since she was a child, she is smart about ice and snow, and her personality is strong and stubborn enough to support her to gain a foothold in a foreign country, so she naturally became the best choice.

"Drinking?" Ye Yingwu didn't look at her with Gesang's imaginary (harmonious) eyes, but just filled the wine glass unhurriedly.

Gesang remembered the last time he drank with Ye Yingwu in the Moon Pavilion in the harem, but both of them were drunk, and they didn't know how they hugged each other and fell asleep in the end, so he suddenly subconsciously wanted to refuse, but seeing Ye Yingwu's indifferent expression, a stubborn anger flooded his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Drink it, and the concubine will accompany you." ”

Ye Yingwu raised his eyebrows and directly handed the wine glass to Gesang.

And at this moment, the singer who had been singing in a man's voice finally sang to the last line.

"If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight."

Ye Yingwu and Gesang glanced at each other and drank all the wine in the cup.

Putting down the wine glass, Ye Yingwu's voice was very low, but Gesang could still hear it: "All the promises made to Tubo will be fulfilled, and now the Ming Ministry has begun to set up a team of civil and military officials stationed in Tubo, and the selected ones are naturally those who have excelled in the previous official assessment, and the Ming Dynasty will definitely not send any stumps to Tubo." In addition, the Ministry of Industry is also studying the feasibility of building roads from Sichuan and Dali to Tubo, although it is impossible to build a straight road similar to the Central Plains, but it is still possible to build some standard official roads. ”

After a pause, Ye Yingwu continued: "In addition, the Ming Dynasty will respect the religious choices and beliefs of the Tibetan people, and the Sakya family will still exist in Tibet as the religious leader of the entire Tubo, and the Ming Dynasty hopes to maintain an in-law relationship with the Sakya family." ”

Stretching out his finger and pressing it on Ye Yingwu's lips, Gesang smiled and said: "Since the concubine is in the Ming Dynasty, she is the husband's person, how does the husband treat Tubo, and what does it have to do with the concubine?" Even if the husband really doesn't realize it, the concubine is still the wife and concubine of the husband, and she is still the concubine of the Ming Dynasty. ”

Ye Yingwu showed a smile, grabbed Gesang's wrist, and hugged the white and proud Tianshan Snow Lotus directly into his arms. Gesang hurriedly reached out and pressed Ye Yingwu's chest, but this vague strength was not so much a resistance as a desire to refuse and welcome.

Looking for the cherry lips that were close at hand, Ye Yingwu kissed them directly without hesitation.

Gesang groaned lowly, his delicate body was hot, as if he had been paralyzed in Ye Yingwu's arms.

Hui Niang coughed lightly helplessly, Gesang woke up suddenly, and pushed Ye Yingwu away with a snort, but when she thought that it was not only her husband who pushed away, but also the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Gesang was so startled, she didn't even care about the hairpin falling, half of her hair had been messily draped, and she looked at Ye Yingwu helplessly: "That, it's not good here, there are ・・・・・・ many people." ”

Ye Yingwu and Hui Niang glanced at each other, and they immediately burst out laughing.

Gesang looked at the two of them with some doubts, and Ye Yingwu said with a smile: "Then let's find a place where there are not many people, isn't it?" ”

Gesang suddenly understood, and pounced on Ye Yingwu with his teeth and claws.

"Throw yourself into the hugs, you brought it on yourself." Ye Yingwu suddenly didn't dodge or dodge proudly, and the two of them rolled directly and fell on the soft couch behind.

Hui Niang sighed softly, don't look over.

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Hexi, Hongliu River.

Under the baptism of a sudden spring rain, the Hongliu River re-showed its vitality.

As a standard seasonal river, the Hongliu River has always flowed in spring and summer due to the meltwater from the glaciers of the snow-capped mountains, nourishing the red willow trees on both sides of the river. All the red willows also sprout in this rare warm spring breeze, adding a red and green color to the Gobi Desert.

Passing through the red willow bushes, the cavalry also had to slow down. But fortunately, the Hongliu River in front of him made the hungry and thirsty people see hope, and even the bent waist pole stood up at this time, and the foot soldiers under the horse tried their best to stand on tiptoe and look into the distance, wanting to see clearly where the Hongliu River was.

A few months ago, the traces of a great war had broken out here, which had been cleared of the vultures circling in the Gobi and the billowing yellow sand. What is now presented to these infantrymen is a river full of life that seems to have little to do with death, a precious river in the Gobi Desert.

"Qi Qi Great Khan, twenty miles out of the Star Gorge here, it has always been a customary boundary river between us and Kublai Khan." The first strategist under the command of the Great Khan of the Chagatai Khanate, Bai Zhu, slowly rode his horse to the side of Bara's carriage, and said in a deep voice.

Although Bara likes to lead the army to fight on the battlefield in person, after all, he is no younger than when he was young, so at most, he takes the pro-army in front of him when the army wins, and has a good time, and usually takes a carriage, which can also maintain and reflect the dignity of a great khan.

Compared with Genghis Khan's Golden Horde, the carriage of Bara is much smaller in scale, but it is already considered luxurious and extravagant, not only can it fit a bed, but it can even separate the inside and outside, so that Bara can communicate and discuss with his courtiers outside.

Stretching out his hand to lift the curtain, Ya Ra glanced out, and said in a deep voice: "This is the Red Willow River?" ”

Bai Zhu nodded, there had just been a spring rain, and there were still wisps of moisture on the ground, not to mention, the whole sky was like washing, tile blue and blue, and there was no flying gravel in the wind, if it weren't for the good weather, Bai Zhu, who was a strategist rather than a military attaché, would naturally not ride a horse forward.

"The striker has been through the Hongliu River for five days, and the left and right wings have also crossed the river for one day, and now there is only so-and-so left." A smile also appeared on the corner of Ba Ra's mouth, "This time, Ben Khan mobilized an army of 60,000 cavalry, which is enough for Kublai Khan to think about it." ”

Although I don't really agree with Yara's dispatch of troops at this time, I have been following Yara for a long time, so I naturally understand what I should say and do. With the nature of the Great Khan, as long as he makes a decision, who dares to say a "no" word, there is only one possibility that his head will fall to the ground. Therefore, even if there are ten thousand people who are unwilling, they can only nod and praise Yara's decision, and then do their best to advise him, so that this seemingly ridiculous conquest will go more smoothly.

Anyway, at least the Chagatai Khanate defeated Kublai Khan, and its own strength would be strengthened, which was not a bad thing for the Chagatai Khanate.

In such chaotic and chaotic times, only when the power in one's own hands is strong, can one have the bargaining chips on an equal footing with others. At this point, Baizhu saw it clearly.

The Chinese army led by Bara has always been in the position of the rear of the palace, so more than 20,000 people are the last team to cross the river, and it is much slower than the front and the left and right wings, so the army did not even expand at all, and walked directly and slowly towards the river.

Many horse's hoof prints can be seen on the embankment of the Hongliu River, and it is conceivable that the left and right wings have just crossed not long ago.

"Wait, that's not right!" Baizhu suddenly realized something and shouted.

The surrounding Mongolian infantry looked up at him in some surprise, and Ba Ra also lifted the curtains: "What's wrong?" ”

Since he is the first strategist of Yara, he naturally has his own advantages, so he is also known for his prestige in the army, and all of a sudden, everyone's hearts are raised.

"According to the reports of the left and right wings, it should have crossed the Hongliu River yesterday afternoon, and this spring rain fell at dusk." "It stands to reason that there should not be a horse's hoof mark on this embankment, because a rain washed ・・・・・・ it."

Yara's face also changed, and before he could speak, a dull horn suddenly sounded from all directions.

Dense barrage of arrows was already whistling into the Mongol cavalry.

"Not good, there is an ambush!" Baizhu's face turned pale all of a sudden.

Half of the army had already begun to cross the river, and the rest were drinking by the river, which was the time of the most disarray. The enemy was clearly at the right time.

Tricky and deadly.

Bands of cavalry rushed down from the sand dunes like a galactic outpouring of water. Countless arrows rose from the ranks of these black-pressed cavalry and pierced into the chests of the Mongolian infantry of the Eight Tribes. Blood flowers bloomed in the warm wind, and bits and pieces of blood fell on the red willows, making the original deep red of the red willows suddenly become extremely vivid.

Whether it was crossing the river or drinking water, the Mongol infantry was suddenly all disrupted, if they still had a position. Throughout the Hongliu River, the Mongolian soldiers ran around in a panic, and more foot riders appeared on the other side of the river, shouting and killing. The leading group of cavalry rushed into the river without hesitation, and the horses' hooves trampled on the water that was not deep, and splashed one after another. And those cavalrymen did not have the slightest intention of showing mercy to their subordinates, and their swords fell, and the cavalry of the Eight Tribes continued to fall from their horses.

"It's Kublai Khan's man!" At a glance, he saw the fluttering flag.

But what I don't know is that not far from here, on a sand dune, the old boy held clairvoyance, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair, this fight is really fierce!" ”

"Our task is to watch the show." Su Zhi said with a smile on the side, "This scene is really 'rare times in the world'!" (To be continued.) )