Chapter 99: It's hard to get rid of the beauty's grace

Chapter 99: It's hard to get rid of the beauty's grace

Emperor Yongle looked at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Go jump, don't let people say that I am a son of the Ming Dynasty, twisting like a girl." ”

Zhu Zhanji stood up and danced in the arena with Oyuntana, he didn't dance well, but Oyuntana could always cooperate, and quietly taught him hard shoulders, round shoulders, shaking shoulders, shaking shoulders, hard hands, soft hands, wrist pressing and other movements, and cooperated with the upper circle, twisting, twisting, and tilting, highlighting the enthusiasm of Mongolian dance.

In the continuous, regular, and strong rhythm, Zhu Zhanji felt the strength of the movements and the speed of the amplitude, and the more he jumped, the better he became.

Because of the relationship between practicing martial arts on weekdays, Zhu Zhanji's figure is taller than that of ordinary teenagers of the same age, although he cannot be called strong in appearance, but he is by no means a weak scholar, and in the performance of strength and beauty, he has a bit of Mongolian pride.

The male is like an eagle galloping and flying in the air, and the female is like a purple swallow and a yellow warbler dancing lightly.

Oyuntana and him are rigid and soft, static and moving, one relaxed, one dense and one sparse, one frustration, and the tacit understanding of each other, attracting bursts of applause and screams.

Arutai looked at Emperor He Yongle and said, "His Royal Highness the eldest grandson can actually dance our Mongolian dance, and he dances so well, it's not simple. ”

Emperor Yongle touched his beard and smiled with satisfaction, this grandson, he played everything fast in elementary school, and learned everything like that, sometimes, he was even worried that Zhan'er was too demanding of himself and would be too tired of himself.

"A young man like His Royal Highness the eldest grandson, in our Mongolia, will fascinate many girls, your Majesty, they are all cheering for him."

Gradually, more and more Mongols dressed in wide-sleeved robes, belts around their waists, knee-high leather boots, and blue, black, and brown hats or bandanas with red and yellow turbans joined the dancing crowd.

The long tune of the chant is already telling about the season when love is beginning to bloom, the horse-head qin plays a hundred tenderness, the firelight reflects the girl's red agate-like face, the eye waves are flowing, there is a kind of hazy beauty in the dark night, the eyes of the Mongolian good boy are as passionate as fire, burning the shy hearts of the girls, a pair of lovers bloom in the song, they dance in the firelight, they walk in the wind, the love song seems to sound in the bottom of the heart, from the moon.

Gradually, even the generals and guards of the Ming army also joined the dancing crowd, more and more people entered the arena to dance, dancing hand in hand into several circles, suddenly the circle released the clapping hands and crossed the waist, suddenly rushed forward and recombined, suddenly the song was repeated and flipped and jumped, and the left and right rotation changed the dance posture, the music was like the ups and downs of pasture, and the soft and silky folded sound suddenly overlapped and fell, like the crispness of the horse's hooves when it was happy, the chanting and subtle changes at will, everything on the grassland was so natural and vivid.

Under the starry night sky, around the roaring bonfire, people danced profusely, some stepped on the soles of their shoes, some broke their clothes, until the singer sang dumbly, the horse-head fiddle broke the strings, and the happy people gradually dispersed.

Some young men and women who admired each other embraced each other and walked into the depths of the grassland.

Looking at the bonfire that was gradually extinguishing, Oyuntana asked Zhu Zhanji, "Are you going to pull it out tomorrow?" ”

"Hmm."

"And when will I see you again?"

Zhu Zhanji was a little strange, why Oyuntana spoke in a different tone from her usual voice, as if the mother and father were talking, a little sweet, but he didn't think much about it, Oyuntana introduced him to a lot of interesting things in Mongolia in the past few days, and the two of them had a good time, so he was a little reluctant to go by himself.

"When you come to Jingshi, I will greet you with the etiquette of entertaining the most distinguished guests."

Oyuntana looked at Zhu Zhanji resentfully, what she hoped for was not the treatment of guests.

The clouds set aside the moon at this time, and the extremely faint black shadow stretched slender on the grassland, and the voices of people and horses neighing in the distance were thin and clear.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about!" Somehow, Oyuntana spoke with some arrogance.

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, it was a rare splendor for Oyuntana these days: "Then what do you mean?"

Oyuntana had mixed feelings, "Don't you understand my heart? Aditya, you don't laugh these days, I thought you were as sad as I was! ”

According to the Mongolian name, Oyuntana called Juzhanki Aditya, which means sun.

Zhu Zhanji was furious by Oyuntana's call, and looked at her eyes again, and seemed to understand a little, it turned out that what the imperial grandfather said was because of her.

He didn't want to hurt Oyuntana, she saved his life, but in his heart, Oyuntana, who was more than a year older than him, was like a sister, and should belong to this grassland, to the eagle on the grass, not to have feelings for him.

Zhu Zhanji knew very early that the world of the Ming Dynasty is now the emperor's grandfather's, and in the future, it will be passed on to his father, and in the future, it will be passed on to his hands, he was born to be the emperor's person, and he has been educated by the emperor's mind since he was a child, and he is far more mature and sensible than children of the same age.

As an emperor, he will have three palaces and six courtyards, and many beauties.

Yesterday, the imperial grandfather also told him that sometimes, the marriage of the kings and grandsons and the princesses, there will be political factors in it, such as the princess and the pro, the country of the country to offer beauties, if in Mongolia, he thinks there is anyone good, you can wait for the crown ceremony to consider.

Oyuntana is good, very good, but she shouldn't belong in the deep palace.

She is an older sister, and he hopes that she will be safe and happy, and that she will always be able to dance freely as she did tonight.

Moreover, when the imperial grandfather talked about getting married, Zhu Zhanji actually thought of Sun Qingyang's small apple face.

He felt ashamed, he was about to perform the crown ceremony, and when he became an adult, marrying a concubine would be on the agenda, and even, there were a few people like him in the companion reading, who already had a room girl and knew about men and women, but Qingyang's sister was still a child, and he was looking forward to her growing up, hoping to marry her, which really shouldn't be.

It's just that today, hearing Oyuntana's words, Zhu Zhanji remembered Sun Qingyang for no reason, in fact, she is not suitable for staying in the deep palace, she should also have a broader world, but when he thinks that if Sun Qingyang leaves, he will never see her again, he will feel like a boulder in his heart, and he will be out of breath.

She is a younger sister, and he hopes that she will have a good time and be able to be protected and loved by him all the time.

didn't hear Zhu Zhanji's answer, Oyuntana said again: "Aditya, go and tell your imperial grandfather, will you take me with you?" ”

"Oyuntana, you are very good, very good, but you belong to the grassland, belong to your hometown, just like a galloping horse can gallop freely on the grassland, and an eagle can soar freely in the sky, you once said that you want to return to the grassland day and night in Jingshi, you don't understand the crooked intestines of those people, and you can't understand what they say, you like the grassland, you also belong to the grassland."

Zhu Zhanji looked at Oyuntana and said sincerely: "If you go to Beijing as a guest, you will be the most honored guest of my Ming Dynasty, and in the future, your husband will bully you, and I will whip him in the face, but, Oyuntana, I can't take you away, it will hurt you, the layers of palace walls will make your smile pale, and the heavy bead curtains will stumble your steps, you are in the palace, you can't ride horses, you can't shoot arrows, you can't even laugh, you can't sing, you better stay in the grassland." I will always remember Oyuntana, who is as beautiful and intelligent as a pearl, and I will remember that there is a beautiful sister on the grassland who saved me. ”

In the past few days, I have not heard what Zhu Zhanji said as much as this moment, Zhu Zhanji's frank eyes are crystal clear, but there is no shadow of her in them, Oyuntana wraps the discerning child in her hand, around, around, like her heart.

"Aditya, I see, you rejected me, but I, thank you." Oyuntana let go of her son, as if she had made up her mind, and as if she was relieved.

Although she likes Zhu Zhanji very much, she really doesn't want to leave her hometown, these days, she has been struggling with this issue for a long time, Zhu Zhanji's refusal made her feel lost, and she was no longer embarrassed.

"Okay, you remember me - Oyuntana, I remember you - Aditya, we look at each other across the clouds, didn't you Han people say, 'Mingyue sends lovesickness for thousands of miles', let's let Mingyue bring each other's thoughts." Looking at Zhu Zhanji's expression, Oyuntana smiled mischievously, "Don't worry about me, we grassland children, don't have so many thoughts, you will be my good brother in the future, I will be proud of you." With that, she turned and ran.

In the night breeze, Oyuntana's faint sobs could be heard, after all, this was the first love of her youth, as beautiful as green onions, as fragile as celadon.

But soon, the sobbing turned into singing, the song was like crying and complaining about the entanglement of sorrow, the girl's breathing and poignant, but more was the sound of iron hooves, thousands of troops, like the reckless grassland desolate and heroic, there was a kind of open heaven and earth in the song, stepping through the iron horse glacier in a moment, fusing sadness and contemplation with joy and joy, bright as the morning sun, brilliant as the clouds, that simple, pure voice...... Close at hand, yet distant and blurry.

Zhu Zhanji stood under the night sky for a long time before returning to his tent.

In the battlefield without eyes, on the grassland, he learned one thing, sometimes, personal preferences are actually very light, can not take too much care of those emotional things, must use his body strongly, calm when injured, wave calmly when parting, must be willing, must have a ruthless heart, because, God sees all things, but is just like a dog.

Oyuntana, perhaps Zhu Zhanji doesn't think about politics, power, the benefits of marriage, or even his own preferences, but just thinks about the other party, the only one.