Chapter 1 Return to Beijing
The streets of Bianliang, Kyoto, have never been as lively as they are today.
On both sides of the road in the city, two rows of forbidden troops stood opposite each other, leaving a passage several zhang wide, and behind the forbidden troops on both sides, crowded with men, women and children in Chang'an.
The street seats of the restaurants and tea shops in the city are even full.
The people of Chang'an were talking about something lively, and from time to time they looked in the direction of the city gate, as if they were waiting for something.
"Look! Here it comes! Here it comes! ”
I don't know who shouted first, and the crowd instantly boiled.
A long procession entered the city gates, preceded by several richly decorated carriages, followed by a long procession of camels, the bells of which clanked.
"Daddy! Look! Lots of camels! ”
A child is held above his head by his father, looking at the gorgeous motorcade with a look of excitement and curiosity.
This is the convoy of the Hezhe Kingdom of the Western Regions to pay tribute to the Great Zhou.
Hezhe is a small country in the Western Regions, today the Great Zhou is prosperous, the military is strong, the small countries in the Western Regions have established diplomatic relations with the Great Zhou, Hezhe is one of them.
Every five years, these small countries paid tribute to the Great Zhou Dynasty for their own treasures, and brought back silk brocade silk, porcelain and tea that were rewarded by the Great Zhou Emperor.
This is the grand event of the Great Zhou, and every person in the Great Zhou is proud of it.
Today is the day when the Hezhe Kingdom of the Western Regions paid tribute to the Great Zhou.
In the most gorgeous and spacious carriage of the convoy, there were He Zhexuan, the crown prince of Hezheguo, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, the two of them sat opposite each other on both sides of the carriage, and there was no one sitting on the main seat, only a black brocade cloth package.
The carriage drove slowly on the road in the city, the green gauze tents on both sides of the windows flickered, the sunlight outside entered the car, and the gold threads on the black Hezhe costume on He Zhexuan's body shone brightly, and the white clothes of the girl seemed to have more brilliance.
"Arou! How long do you plan to stay in Da Zhou? When will I return to Hezhe? ”
He Zhexuan looked at the woman opposite and asked cautiously in Chinese, the deep eyebrows and eyes unique to the people of the Western Regions reflected the white figure of the girl, as gentle as water.
The girl raised her eyelashes slightly and glanced at He Zhexuan, did not speak, leaned sideways slightly, and looked at the crowd and street scene outside the window through the swaying gauze tent, thoughtfully.
Although she sat in Prince Hezhe's carriage, she obviously looked like a Han person.
The eyes are like stars, the eyebrows are like the moon, the lips are jade, the face is warm and picturesque, like a celestial person, and a tear mole in the corner of the eye adds a touch of different style to her, which is a rare beauty among the Han people.
The carriage in the Western Regions is decorated with dazzling and gorgeous decorations, reflecting the liveliness of the capital today, but she is only wearing a pure white dress, and there is no decoration on her head except for a plain white jade hairpin.
She sat there quietly, like a star in the world, indescribably dazzling and cold.
After a moment, she turned her head to look at the black package on the throne, and her eyes flushed slightly.
The black package inside contained the relics of Daddy Jiang Rou.
Jiang Rou's father was originally Han Chinese, and he was very knowledgeable and outstanding.
Thirteen years ago, Jiang Rou, who was only three years old, appeared in Hezhe, and people only knew that he came from the prosperous Great Zhou, and no one knew the reason for coming here.
The countries of the Western Regions have always admired the knowledge and strategy of the Han people, and Jiang Rou's father soon became famous in Hezhe Country with his talents, so he was invited to the palace by He Zhexuan's father and became the Taifu of He Zheguo and the teacher of He Zhexuan.
Since He Zhexuan was five years old, he began to study with Jiang Rou's father and Jiang Rou, riding horses and archery, climbing trees to catch eagles, childhood sweethearts, and no guesses.
The two of them grew up day by day, and everyone said that He Zhexuan was the best-looking man on the grassland, and he would win the most beautiful Han woman in the world as a concubine.
He Zhexuan had already sworn in his heart that he would make Jiang Rou his princess.
But just two months ago, when He Zhexuan turned eighteen years old and could officially marry a concubine, Jiang Rou's father, He Zhe's concubine, suddenly died of a sudden illness, and his only wish before death was to hope that Jiang Rou would return to Da Zhou with his relics.
He's homesick!
Therefore, Jiang Rou followed the tributary team this time and came to the Great Zhou together.
He Zhexuan thought that Jiang Rou would go back with him after disposing of his father's relics.
But just half a month ago, when the convoy had just passed through the desert, Jiang Rou suddenly told herself that she wanted to stay in Dazhou.
He said that his father had not been home for more than ten years, and he must have been very homesick, and she wanted to live in his hometown for a period of time instead of his father.
In the past half a month, He Zhexuan has not dared to ask Jiang Rou when he will go back.
He was reluctant to let Jiang Rou leave him, but he was afraid that he would make Jiang Rou sad by saying something wrong, for fear that he would accidentally touch Jiang Rou's heart, which had become fragile and sensitive because of the loss of her father not long ago.
He was even more afraid that Jiang Rou would say that she would stay in Da Zhou forever and never go back.
But now, he had to ask, he had to know an answer.
For the past month and a half, he has been thinking about what to do every day if Jiang Rou doesn't want to go back.
Sometimes, he even thought in his heart that if Jiang Rou said that he would stay in Da Zhou for the rest of his life, then he would use drugs to stun Jiang Rou and take him away secretly.
Be! He was afraid that Jiang Rou would be angry, and he was afraid that Jiang Rou would be sad, but he was even more afraid that Jiang Rou would leave him.
As long as Jiang Rou goes back, he is confident that he will definitely make Jiang Rou happy in the second half of his life.
Seeing that Jiang Rou didn't speak for a long time, He Zhexuan's eyes remained motionless until he looked at Jiang Rou.
He waited for Jiang Rou's answer, and in this moment of silence, he almost felt as if he was about to suffocate.
"It's been three years! It's finally back! ”
She stared blankly at the black package containing Daddy's relics and sighed quietly.
For a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming, but the noise outside kept pouring into the carriage and telling her that she was really back.
She, Chu Yue, is back in another capacity!
Three years ago, she was framed and fell off a cliff.
She thought she was going to die, and listened to the whirring mountain wind in her ears because she was falling too fast, and closed her eyes in resignation.
The wind suddenly stopped, and she felt like she was lying on the ground, but the imaginary pain did not come, and she even smelled the strong fragrance of medicine.
"Rou'er? Rou'er? ”
Someone whispered softly beside her.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was actually in a tent, and beside her was Jiang Rou's father, who was holding a medicine bowl and looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
Everything was so unreal, and she just came to the grassland.
She is Chu Yue, but there are remnants of Jiang Rou's memories in her body.
She remembered that the real Jiang Rou had been in a coma for more than half a month because she had fallen into the Crescent Moon Lake because she had stumbled.
From that day on, she Chu Yue became Jiang Rou.
She thought that the real Jiang Rou must have died on the day she fell off the cliff, so she could be reborn through her body.