"Whether it's great or small, we all have our responsibilities. As a great Maran family slave, of course, the old slave had to write down everything in case the master inquired. ”

Ma Lanxiao's house slave Ma Lan Zhihe put his hands on his chest, wore a well-fitting and decent dark blue uniform, his short black hair was meticulous, each one was obedient to the rules, and he followed behind a rich carriage with broken steps, respectful to the owner of the carriage, with a serious attitude, and a mellow voice.

No matter where you are, as long as you see a middle-aged man like Maran River, don't ask, everyone knows that he is the steward of a decent family, brave and wise, and the only principle in his life is to serve and be loyal to his master, if there is a flaw, it is to be too loyal to the master.

The people of the Great Hui Dynasty were divided into five classes, and under the strict hierarchy, the commoners of the Southern Shu Kingdom all took Zi as their surname. Some domestic slaves who were loyal to their masters were given surnames by their masters, and they had the same surname as their masters. In order to distinguish between the master's surname and his own name, the word "zhi" is added.

The River of Malan is the slave of Maran Xiao, formerly known as Zihe, and was given the surname of Maran and renamed the River of Maran.

The curtain around the carriage is embroidered with gold and silver two-color line pattern of the ancestor totem of the first silkworm mother, and the glazed decoration with golden tassels and purple jade runes jingles, and the curtain is inlaid with silver and color, and there is a huge silver glittering seven-star emblem.

This is a royal carriage from Nanshu, along the north bank of the Malan Paji River, slowly on the Bronze Avenue, heading east.

In front of the carriage sat a chariot slave, and behind the carriage were two mounted house slaves, dressed in dark blue uniform embroidered with the clan emblem, and their expressions were as arrogant as their masters in the carriage.

Due to the long driving time, the carriage wheels made a dull and dull sound, but this did not affect the good mood of the passengers.

"You're just a posturing bastard, you don't understand anything!" There was a coquettish laugh from the carriage, and the words were clear and sweet, and even though the scolding words were extremely useful to the ears.

"Childe said so, that old slave is such a person." The River of Maran replied with a smile, keeping his usual solemnity and unfazed.

"Okay," the man in the car thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Tell me all the things about Tianshiyuan, as well as the affairs of the sons and daughters of various countries, maybe you are still my good housekeeper." ”

Maran Zhihe followed the carriage unhurriedly, with a calm expression and a simple voice: "In Tianshiyuan, all the daughters of noble families are called young ladies, and they must be dignified and generous, and they must remember their family tree and the family lineage of their future husband's family, so as not to be laughed at. ”

The carriage rolled over a stone and began to ascend the mountain. The mountain road was uneven, the carriage was unstable, shaking up and down, the car was bumpy, and the delicate people in the car swayed, reaching out to hold the wheels, and the probe came out to see.

This person is Maran Mu'er, the beloved daughter of Maran Xiao, the lord of Nanshu Buros Mountain, and the fourth generation direct daughter and grandson of King Maran of Nanshu Kingdom.

"I see. I am the young lady of the Nanshu Malan family. Maran Mu'er said solemnly, thought for a moment, and added, "First Miss." ”

Outside the car is full of greenery, it is the first summer of Rongzhou Middle Earth, colorful everywhere, the winter mountain cold water thin, the cold ground has come and gone with the south wind, under the clear blue sky, a team of terns rise and fall.

The River of Maran smiled and nodded slightly towards Miss Maranmul:

"Miss is so smart. This over the Saetra Mountain is the fief of the little prince of Haoji. Born in 826, the youngest son of the 16th Emperor Haojing, the youngest prince of Haoji, was sealed as the city of Saitla. ”

Malan Mu'er felt that at this time, he remembered the complicated scenery of the dynastic lineage, frowned, and pointed to the castle in the distance in displeasure and asked, "Is that his?" ”

Ma Lan Zhihe looked in the direction that Miss Mu'er pointed and shook his head: "To the north is the fief of the third son of the sixteenth emperor, Haoxing, Prince Haoxing was born in 825 and was named the lord of Mobiz City. ”

Maran Mu'er pondered for a moment and frowned: "The sixteenth emperor had four sons, the eldest son was the usurper Yutai Haoyou, who reigned for only one year and was beheaded in 830; The second prince is the eighteenth emperor Haoxiu the Great; There are also three princes, Prince Haoji, and four princes, Prince Haoxing. Is that right? ”

Ma Lan Zhihe smiled: "Miss Mu'er has a good memory, and she is really smart, the old slave will understand as soon as she says it." ”

Maran Mu'er sat back in the car, but did not put down the curtains, and her heart was turning over unspeakable thoughts, just looking at Mount Saetra in a daze.

Heading east from Snow Blue City to Tianshiyuan, they had already walked for four days, but they had only reached Mount Saitla. The bronze avenue, which is about 1,000 kilometers long, takes about a month and a half to walk 600,000 steps, and the car travels for five to seven days, passing through several passes and city defenses on the way.

This time, Ma Lan Xiao was summoned to Tianshiyuan to participate in the imperial meeting, but he brought his beloved daughter Ma Lan Mu'er, others may not know its meaning, but the smart Ma Lan Mu Er knows it.

Ma Lanxiao's only beloved daughter, Maran Mu'er, had reached the age of eighteen in the summer of 849, but she was not yet married.

The descendant of the king of Nanshu Maran, the beloved daughter of Maran Xiao, the lord of Buluo Mountain, is beautiful, golden, and noble, and no one can stand out in Nanshu except for the royal Shushan clan, but he is eighteen years old and unmarried, and the reason in it cannot be explained by others.

The girl Maran Muer is lonely in her boudoir, and she can't wait to fantasize about the imperial capital of her dreams, where there is her ideal home, the handsome lover she dreams of, and the wealth and prosperity she yearns for.

Everything in front of him is the only way to the great imperial capital of the Great Hui Dynasty, Tianshiyuan, in the eyes of Maran Muer, with pink beauty, like a handsome lover in a dream is looking forward to it.

Looking at the lush trees and green meadows of the Saetra Mountains, Miss Maranmul smiled infatuately.

In the late spring and early summer of the Saetra Mountains, the breeze blows, everything is budding and growing, and the warm breeze of the second summer with moist rain drifts from the yellow sea in the south, moistening the vast land of Middle-earth, and the maple trees on both sides of the lane are tall and straight, with lush branches and leaves, and everything is ready to go.

The rainy season is coming, and the plants and trees are waiting in the south wind of the following summer.

"Although the scenery of this Middle-earth is beautiful, it is also trampled by many people, ravaging a good beautiful painting. Why do you have to crowd here? Maran Muer sighed.

"Miss, this person likes to stick into the pile, for example, the flame of Chai He is high, right? Our Nanshu Mountain is beautiful, and there are mulberry people everywhere, how beautiful it is, how can this be compared? The river of Maran also sighed.

There was a commotion behind the carriage, several carriages rattled, and the drivers shouted at the horses and whipped them on the galloping horses.

The River of Maran looked back. I saw that the riders at the back of the convoy were all in iron armor and black cloaks, and even the war horses under their crotch were neatly draped, and two crossed iron swords fluttered on the flags held high by the samurai.

"Miss, this is Xiao Chuguo's convoy, should we let it?" The River of Maran asked quietly and respectfully.

Maran Mu'er snorted coldly: "Should we let it?" ”

Maran Zhihe smiled: "Miss, you are a noble royal family, of course you don't have to give way." It's just that if they want to rush to the front to stay, it is also a royal family, and the old slave feels that it is better to let go. ”

Maran Mu'er turned her face, lifted the curtain to look at the huge convoy approaching, put down the curtain, and said coldly: "They are in a hurry, so let it go." ”

Ma Lan's river bowed his head and said to the cheap slave who was driving the car: "Miss command, give way!" ”

The house slave who was driving the car in front of him "shouted", tightened the reins of the horse, and slowly gave way to the side. The two riding slaves behind the car also tightened the reins of their horses and stopped moving.

A rumbling sound of horses' hooves rushed to him, and the rider of the Owl Chu State led by him reined in his horse, raised his whip hand in front of his forehead to show his gratitude, and then rode his horse forward.

The River of Maran bowed its head.

The huge convoy was as many as ten vehicles, and there were hundreds of riders at the back of the convoy. The convoy kicked up a cloud of dust to block Maranmul's vision, and she sat in the car, not interested in anyone passing by outside the car.

After the convoy of the Xiao Chu Kingdom passed, the river of Maran waved his hand again, and Maran Mu'er's carriage slowly walked to the main road.

The river of Maran also jumped on the chariot, sat down with the chariot slave, took the whip of the chariot slave, and drove for his young lady himself.

The Chu State and the Nanshu State have been on the same page for hundreds of years, but at the major ceremonies held by the imperial court, no one wants to make trouble, and no one can make trouble, so as not to provoke His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to burst into the power of the dragon and tiger.

Maran Muer's good mood was broken by the sudden arrival of the Xiaochu team, and she looked a little depressed.

"How big is Amaichiga? Who did this Xiao Chu send to Tianshiyuan? Isn't it a pre-imperial meeting? How can there be these idle people waiting to join in the fun?! Maranmul almost indignantly and thoughtlessly condemned the huge convoy just now.

"Miss, Tianshiyuan is the most prosperous place in our Southern Great Wilderness Rongzhou, and it is also the greatest place, there is the towering Covenant Tower, and the Changyuan Purple Palace where the richest emperor in the world lives, which is bigger than twenty Snow Blue Cities and ten Southern Shu kings." The River of Maran sighed.

"Oh my God. That," Maran Mu'er thought about it, and was still reluctant to say the name of the country of Xiaochu, and said disdainfully: "Why did they go so many people?" It doesn't have to be civilians who haven't entered the castle. Go see the excitement, right? ”

Maran Zhihe understood who the young lady was talking about, and said calmly as always:

"This year's Imperial Council in the second summer festival was ordered by His Majesty the Emperor to attend the royal family. Therefore, the princes of the kingdoms and the vassals of the court are also rushing to the Tianshiyuan, and the day after tomorrow, when we arrive at the Tianshiyuan, you will know how big the city is and how many people there are. ”

Maran Mu'er was deeply struck. Everyone in the Chu Kingdom is a convoy of hundreds of people, but she, the daughter of Ma Lanxiao of the Southern Shu Kingdom, only has one housekeeper and two entourages.

Not only that, Emperor Nanshu Guoan also only sent Ma Lanxiao to Tianshiyuan alone, which seemed too unclassy. If there is a team that is larger than the country of Xiaochu, and she, Maran Mu'er, is of course the most noble lady in the team.

"Man, you've never seen so many of them, and the city is full of civilian traders. In the next two days, Mademoiselle would see many nobles' carriages crowding the avenue of roses leading to the palace, and of course, many iron-branded untouchables begging along the roadside. The River of Maran continued.

"I hate those iron-branded untouchables the most, they are dirty and smelly, like rats in underground rivers, they can't be driven away, they can't be killed." Maran Mu'er seemed to smell the stench emanating from the iron-branded pariahs, and covered her nose with an embroidered silk: "Don't talk about these untouchables. ”

"The old slave said that the royal families of all countries should tell the young lady. The old king of Jingnan has no heirs, and the only princess is a concubine in Shouyuan Palace, and has two princes and a princess. This Imperial Concubine Huanshan from Jingnan is Emperor Haoxiu's favorite concubine, so we have to respect it. ”

Maran Mu'er secretly imagined the beauty of the most favored Imperial Concubine Yu Jiu in her heart, and she was jealous, and rushed out: "How can she be old and decrepit, right?" ”

Ma Lan Zhihe had to pretend to be deaf and dumb this time, and continued: "Our good neighbor Xiaochu has three princes, the crown prince is married to the princess of the mother clan, the whereabouts of the second prince are unknown, and the third prince is young, and he wants to find a princess of the right age in various countries, and he is still the last to marry——"

Malan Mu'er was completely out of energy and listless, and asked without a match: "How can there be a prince whose whereabouts are unknown?" ”