June 23 is the big day of Yanrong, this day is the summer festival, is the birthday of the sun god in Yanrong's belief.

In previous years, whether it was peace or war, the noble ministers and tribal leaders of Yanrong would sacrifice nine cows and sheep on the huge sacrificial platform built outside Baiyue under the leadership of King Yanrong, as a reverence for the sun god, and the sun god would bless every person who believed in it.

This is a very grand festival of the year, and Meng Yining has withstood such a festival, and King Yanrong will inevitably come out to participate in the ceremony. The white clouds have been galloping along with the water for thousands of years, and the men on the grassland who are herding horses gallop past. If you only look at people's preparations for this grand festival, you will think that the war has not brought much harm and trauma to the country, but Meng Yining walked among the colorful carpets blooming, the sun was colorful, and the shouts of Yanrong's unique ethnic minorities echoed in his ears. Various totem patterns were spray-painted on the wall, and the smell of mutton could penetrate Meng Yining's nose from the end of the alley.

The two of them ate a small bowl of sour soup and oily noodles, and walked around the huge town market. As expected, you will rarely see men in the prime of life on the streets, except for officers and soldiers, compared to men over fifteen years old, who have been conscripted into the barracks.

Originally, Yanrong was not a country with a large population, but now that the war is fought, the chess pieces compass will lose all the games. Women carry dustpans made of weeds, they wash clothes, dry mutton, fetch water, greet guests, or do the heavy work that only men usually do, and everyone has a sadness on their faces.

Three times a day, they kneel and worship the sun in the sky, the totem symbol of their home, and pray for the blessing of the gods.

The girl sighed, but who let them invade other countries? But what about war and the people? Her whole body was entangled, with a sense of guilt, but no guilt.

An inexplicable entanglement made the whole cerebellum stop turning. can only obediently hold Le Yi's little hand and listen to it.

She didn't calm down in her heart, and she stopped and walked in the small city, but she heard a lot of Yanrong people with Baiyue accents. Yanrong and Beiyang are different from other countries, which were unified Central Plains countries a long time ago, but Beiyang and Yanrong are remote and developed by a few tribes.

Due to the different tribes at the beginning, their accents in each place are almost different, and you can hear the identity and blood at a glance. Meng Yining thought about it strangely, how could there be so many Baiyue people, it stands to reason that no one can escape from the flooding.

The girl and an elderly woman vendor bargained for a bag of passion mutton jerky, and the woman spoke a Baiyue dialect, which just caused the girl to open her mouth curiously: "The eldest lady is a Baiyue person?" ”

"Is the girl too?" She was familiar with the girl's accent.

"When I was a child, I grew up in Baiyue, and then I moved away. What's going on? Why are there so many Baiyue people here? ”

"The little girl doesn't know, that Baiyue City doesn't know if it triggered the wrath of heaven and was flooded. Fortunately, we all ran out in advance, so we didn't suffer this catastrophe. The old man shook his head, his eyes were a little dim, "About two months ago, I heard that Beiyang was going to call, and there were rumors in Baiyue City, and I was scared at the time, it was Beiyang, so I fled with my little granddaughter, came here to hide from the disaster, and prepared to wait for the autumn to pass and then go back." Who knows if you can't go back, I heard that the palace has been flooded. ”

"You mean, I heard in advance that Beiyang was going to fight Baiyue?" Meng Yining wondered how the news of this kind of war could be known by the people in advance.

The old woman nodded, and the old voice revealed helplessness: "Indeed, no one believed it at that time, and everyone was reluctant to leave." I was scared, and it happened that my brother had opened a small inn here, so I came to join him. Who knew that the day after leaving, it would be flooded by the water. ”

Meng Yining glanced at Le Yi and left the old man with the mutton jerky, "It's strange, how could they know in advance." ”

Le Yi laughed: "What's the matter, it's always been either the king's or your sister's idea." However, I am only eighty percent of Bai Xining's attention, he looks ruthless, but in fact, sometimes he is soft to death. This matter is very serious, how can it be possible for future generations to record Gu Zi'an in the history books. Spreading rumors is nothing more than two purposes, first, if Yan Rong believes it, he will withdraw his troops from Great Xia. But you and I have seen this, even if the Yanrong army knew that the capital was flooded, the first reaction was not how to go back to save people, but to take Junzhou and Chengping. Second, to tell the truth, the people are also suffering in this war, so let one horse go, or 100,000 people will drown in the city, which will be strange and terrifying. The rumors spread, and this person's life depends on his own creation. ”

The girl nodded, "It seems that my sister has thought it through, otherwise, I would have been flooded in an instant." Not to mention Baiyue, even if the country is flooded, I will not hesitate to do it. ”

"I really can't provoke your Bai family." Le Yi rubbed her hair, and the two of them went out of the city to take a look at the rooftop of the sacrifice ceremony. Because of the flood, these memorial services temporarily set up a memorial platform outside this small city, colorful flags fluttering in the wind, and flocks of cattle and sheep grazing in the distance, dotted with stars, like a picture scroll.

Meng Yining rarely examines this mother country in her memory, and in her eyes it is just bloody, but now it seems to have a different style.

More than ten days before the ceremony, King Yanrong moved to this city. It used to be a place to escape the heat and at the foot of a continuous mountain, but now it is a place of refuge.

The city is not big, Yanrong originally did not have a huge city like Beiyang or Daxia, Yanrong's city was not built, and most of the local leaders and officials collected taxes for transformation. Many people have their own pockets, so the city looks as dilapidated as it did two hundred years ago.

In the past few days, Meng Yining and Le Yi have lived in one of the most gorgeous inns. However, it is still far from the gorgeous, compared to Da Xia, there are no two-story buildings in the entire city, and the only one is this small inn.

The room was quaint, and the orange carpet on the floor made the girl's eyes shine. The girl held the rich milk tea and looked at the crowded people coming and going with a smile. She and Le Yi figured out the direction of the patrol officers and soldiers and even the palace guards, and waited for the ceremony to be relaxed, and then blended into the palace.

Yan Rong, the direction of the fate of this country has never gone back from the moment it sent troops into the summer.