When Zheng Rong heard the report, he was suddenly puzzled. He exchanged letters with Dali Khan several times, and had already agreed on the location of the alliance, and there were still a hundred miles away from the place where he was stopping, how could such a team appear? Is Dali coming out to greet you? Or was it intercepted halfway by Vismi? Or maybe this matter is a hoax, to lead yourself to death, and then calmly annihilate.

Thinking of this, Zheng Rong was already showing a fierce light, so he ordered the team to stop, with General Wei Hu in front of the defense, General Cui Nan led the army on the left side and waited for the opportunity to raid, and led the Chinese army to respond in front of him, putting on a crescent-like formation. The Youyan soldiers were all well-trained, and as soon as they spoke, they lined up in formation in a blink of an eye, just waiting for the Turks to attack.

Spies kept coming to report that the Turks were walking very slowly, that their knives were not unsheathed, their arrows were not wound, and they were waving their flags and had no intention of fighting. If the Han people in the Central Plains fight in such a posture, it will inevitably make people wonder whether it is a suspicious strategy, but the Turks have always been fighting without fighting wits, so they must not come to fight. Even Zheng Rong, who had been in battle for a long time, had guessed most of it, but he didn't dare to have half a chance in his heart, so he ordered to consolidate the formation and wait for the enemy.

This group of Turkic soldiers is indeed slow, just twenty miles away, if the Turkic light cavalry arrives in the blink of an eye in normal times, but it is enough to walk two pillars of incense before it faintly appears in front of everyone. Qiu Yizhi tightened the reins of the horse, straightened his body, and put his hands on the pergola to look at the Turkic team, only to see the flag fluttering, the people fat and the horses strong, it was a team that should not be underestimated.

At this time, he saw Yiran's face showing joy, and said to Zheng Rong: "Please be relieved by King Youyan, look at the banner, the people and horses of Ulin Yala should come to greet the prince." ”

"Huh?" Zheng Rong snorted, expecting that what he said would not be true, but the heart of precaution was still essential, and it did not let the soldiers under his command relax their vigilance.

As Yi Ran said, two of the Turkic team galloped on horseback, and did not stop until the front of the formation, saying that the messenger of Dali Khan of Ulin Yala had come to see Zheng Rong, the king of Youyan. Zheng Rong received the report, which corresponded to what Yiran said, so he ordered the soldiers in front of the battle to get out of the way and let the two messengers come in slowly.

The two envoys stopped in front of Zheng Rong's horse one after the other, and just about to speak, Cui Nan, the general beside Zheng Rong, shouted: "This is His Royal Highness King Youyan, how can you not worship when your ministers of the lower state see the emperor of the upper state?" ”

The leading messenger turned around and peeked at Cui Nan, retracted his gaze, rolled his eyes quickly, and immediately skillfully rolled off his horse, and tidied up his clothes in the grass a little. When the deputy envoy behind him saw it, he also stood still. It was only then that he performed the most solemn etiquette on the grassland, took out the carefully wrapped parchment roll, and said in jerky Chinese: "The chicks always learn to wave their wings like an eagle soaring, and the messenger of Ulin Yala has come to meet the prince of Youyan of the Han Dynasty." ”

Zheng Rong took the parchment scroll and unfolded it, and the handwriting was the same as last time, written in extremely beautiful block letters, which should have been written by the same person. There was nothing unusual about the contents of the scroll, Zheng Rong hurriedly read it, and then handed it over to Zhong Likuang behind him for safekeeping, and took two ingots of gold from his subordinates, and was about to reward the messenger, but he swept his eyes and saw that there was indescribable joy on Yiran's face, and felt that something was wrong, so he said to the messenger: "Messenger, please raise your head and let this king see." ”

The envoy hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at Zheng Rong.

Yao Ling turned westward, casting a half shadow on the envoy's face, setting off a round and broad face in his thirties even deeper, and his two slender eyes looked confidently at the majestic prince, making it difficult to guess. Zheng Rong looked carefully, a subtle smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the deputy envoy, but the deputy envoy had a Han face, less than thirty, handsome and chic, and a talent.

Zheng Rong returned the gold that had been rubbed in his hand for a long time to the attendant, turned over and dismounted, walked to the messenger, shook his hands behind his back, and said with a smile on his face: "Ming people don't do dark things, but Your Excellency is Dali Khan?" ”

The envoy opened his mouth in surprise and stayed for half a cup of tea, and then smiled happily: "The eagle soaring in the sky always has insight into everything that happens on the grassland. I am Dalí of Ullinyala, and His Royal Highness King Youyan is so wise and wise, and indeed he deserves his reputation. ”

Zheng Rong was very happy to hear this, and greeted: "The son of an extraordinary person will be born differently; Those who are virtuous will have a long life. Dali Khan has a majestic appearance, if he is not blind, how can he not know it? ”

Although the compliment is meaningless, it is an indispensable appetizer when people and countries interact with each other.

"It's really hard for the prince to travel a long way to the grassland, but this is not the place to speak. Hural, the city of Ulinyala, is in the west, and I have prepared a good wine and asked the prince to lead his troops into the city to rest. ”

Zheng Rong smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry." Let the king introduce several fierce generals and advisers to the Great Khan. As he spoke, he took Dali's hand, starting with Cui Nan, the general of the expedition to the north, and introduced them one by one, even Zheng Miao and Yizhi were not left behind.

After listening to the introduction, Dali also pulled the deputy envoy behind him and introduced to everyone: "This is my think tank, Mr. Cai Wenchou." ”

Cai Wenchou was dressed as a Turkic, but his delicate face clearly indicated his Han identity, and he said: "I have seen the prince of Youyan and the generals. ”

Zheng Rong noticed him early, but pretended to be surprised: "Could it be that the two beautiful essays are from the hands of Mr.?" Seeing Cai Wenchou nodding respectfully, Zheng Rong continued, "Mr. is talented, even the Central Plains is rare, I don't know why he came to work in this bitter cold place in the desert?" ”

Cai Wenchou had a smile on his face, but there was melancholy in his eyes, he shook his head and didn't speak.

Zheng Rong saw that Cai Wenchou seemed to have something unspeakable, and smiled heartily: "The eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, as long as he can show his strategy in the womb, what does it matter if he is next to him?" The Mr. Zhongli I just introduced, although he can't write pedantic articles about the imperial examination, is full of tricks, and he is similar to Mr. Wenchou, and he can talk about it. ”

After a few more words, the party departed for Hural.

The weather on the prairie is subject to change, and from noon to evening it has been covered by thick clouds, and huge shadows have shrouded the land, accompanied by howling cold winds, and thunder rolls in the depths of the dark clouds. Dali Khan said that a snowstorm was coming, and asked the Han army to hurry forward.

No matter whether you are famous in the world or a master of high merit, you always seem small and vulnerable in front of nature, Zheng Rong listened to Dali's reminder, did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and hurriedly ordered the team to speed up.

Qiu Yizhi was driven out of the mansion by his maternal uncle Zhao's family and committed to the broken temple, and also experienced a lot of miserable wind and rain, but compared with the cold wind on the desert grassland, it was only like a gentle drizzle. The cold wind, mixed with sand and dead grass, whistled and blew in his face, like an iron grate, cut countless non-bleeding wounds on Qiu Yizhi's face, so that he could only lie on his horse to avoid the merciless invasion. Suddenly, it snowed again, and the snowflakes that were torn to pieces were swept all over the sky by the wind, and Yizhi looked up and saw that there were white diagonal lines all around.

Yizhi looked flustered, and the hands holding the reins gradually loosened, and he almost fell off the horse. At this time, a man rode in parallel with Yizhi, and after a few steps, the knight jumped lightly from his horse onto Yizhi's mount in the wind and snow, and rode forward with him.

Yizhi looked back, and a pair of big eyes flickered like blue glass. "How could it be Yiran?" Yi Zhi just wanted to ask, but he couldn't say a word, and his mouth was filled with snow by the wind, which made him cough nonstop. Yiran raised his index finger and pressed it against a little red lip floating at the corners. Yi understood it, so he didn't speak, but quietly felt the warmth behind him.

Although the sky is harsh, it is not ruthless.

The team traveled for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw the faint light of the lights in the darkness. Dali Khan shouted to Zheng Rong, who was walking with him, at the top of his voice: "Lord Wang, please hurry up a few steps, Hural is in front!" ”

Zheng Rong nodded when he heard this, and then ordered Cui Nan to give the order: The camp is nearby, cheer up, and don't fall behind. Cui Nan was naturally taciturn, knowing that even if he shouted desperately at this time, he would not be able to shout far, so he asked the soldiers to pass on the commander's military orders by word of mouth.

By the time the military order passed through the entire procession and entered the ears of General Wei Hu at the back of the palace, the person who took the lead had already arrived in Hural. After counting the men and horses, half of the cattle, sheep and livestock that followed the team were lost, and there were not a few soldiers, which was a great luck in misfortune.

In the haze, Qiu Yizhi didn't have time to see what kind of city this Hural was, so he was brought into a huge tent. The shape of the tent is a circle with a diameter of four or five zhang, and the height is more than one zhang, and the surrounding area is compacted with low brick walls and is impermeable.

After everyone entered the tent, they hurriedly patted the snow off their bodies, so as not to wet their clothes after being roasted by the fire. Dali beckoned the maid and served goat milk tea to the guests. Although the steaming milk tea exudes a smell that makes the Central Plains people feel uncomfortable, it is a good thing to ward off the cold, Zheng Rong and others took a big sip and tasted it, and even Zhong Li Kuang took a small sip. Yizhi and Zheng Miao were young and frail, and it was the first time they had experienced a snowstorm on the grassland, and they couldn't even walk steadily after getting off the horse, so they walked into the tent leisurely and sat on a mattress made of two or three layers of sheepskin.

Yizhi took the goat milk tea, and a pungent sheep's breath came to his face, and he felt disgusted in his heart, so he wanted to put down the stone bowl containing the milk tea. But when he saw Yiran walking up, he scolded softly: "It's not okay if you don't drink, this is the rule of our grassland people." Yizhi listened to Yiran's words, picked up the bowl again, took a sip with bated breath, and a burst of sweetness suddenly rippled in his mouth, and a warm current filled his body, feeling comfortable, and drank the rest of the milk tea.

Seeing that he was happy, he took the empty bowl, and asked with a smile: "I will serve the best barbecue later, don't eat too much, be careful of breaking your stomach." ”

With Yiran's entrustment, Yi Zhi wanted to fill his stomach, but the barbecue cooked by this grassland family is really different, and I don't know whether to use exclusive seasonings or control the heat to the extreme, grilling a whole piece of meat to crisp and tender, and the refreshing aroma of meat ripples in the whole tent with the steaming of the heat.

Yizhi couldn't help but eat two more bites, causing Yi Rannu to stare at him twice, and then he was reluctant to put down the deliciousness.

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PS. In the same chapter, is this the hospitality of the prairie heroes? No matter what, it's probably eight or nine. However, if there is a description that does not match reality, please advise......