Ma Lan Zhihe replied: "Miss, it's good that you know, but don't say it in Changyuan Palace, you will be beheaded." At that time, our Majesty wanted to accept the second princess of Jingnanguo, Phantom Shan, as a concubine, but she was already in love with the second son of Xiao Chu. ”

"Dead or alive?"

"I don't know. It's just that King Nian De sent 100,000 gold guilders to find him, it's been fifteen or six years, and I'm afraid I won't be able to find him back. ”

"One hundred thousand gold guilders? Isn't it time to buy a city? How can this Xia Fang Gongzi be worth 100,000 gold shields? Maran Mu'er was puzzled.

"The prince of Xia Fang is handsome and dignified, and he is the most famous prince of the royal family in the three southern kingdoms, and he is deeply loved by King Niande. Of course, King Niande wanted to get him back. ”

Maran Mu'er secretly thought that although she hated the country of Xiaochu, she was full of sympathy for this prince of Xiaochu who had been in love for a long time and disappeared.

"Xu is still alive, at least in the heart of Princess Huanshan." She said casually without intention.

"Not really. Remembering the king of Germany is to see people in life and corpses in death. Many civilians in the southern countries are living on the news of betraying the son of Xia Fang, but there is no accurate letter. ”

"What about the princes of the Lieshan clan?" Maranmul finally asked her most important question.

The River of Maran was dressed and replied politely:

The old slave said to the young lady that the princes of the Lieshan clan were born to be the most handsome, and like the Shantai clan, they had golden hair and tall figures, all of them were beautiful young men. Among them, especially the eldest son of Lieshan Taiping, the lord of Mirsai City, Lieshan Leopard, is handsome and brave! ”

Maran Mu'er suddenly blushed: "Why did you suddenly talk about him?" And how is he handsome and brave? ”

Maran Zhihe didn't need to look back at the young lady's face, he knew the master's intention to ask the young lady to enter the heavenly market wall this time, he was planning the words in his heart, and suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him.

He looked back, hurriedly ordered the house slave who was driving the car to stop, jumped off his horse and said to Maran Muer: "Miss, you have to get out of the car and give way to salute, this is the lord of Saetra returning to the city from hunting!" ”

Maran Mu'er was displeased: "He is a city lord, just give way." I'm still a member of the Nanshu royal family, why do I have to salute him? ”

The river of Maran gently lifted the curtain for Maran Mu'er, and wanted to reach out to help Maran Mu'er: "The old slave said that this city lord of Saetra is His Majesty's brother, Prince Haoji!" ”

Maran Mu'er was taken aback, this Prince Haoji was higher than her in terms of rank and background, and he was the golden family of the Great Hui Dynasty.

She hurriedly got up, got out of the car with the men of the Maran River, gathered her dress, and bowed her head respectfully.

Four majestic horses galloped, raising the dust and mist in the sky, and a tall horse with black fur broke through the fog, and the sound of horses' hooves was exciting.

The knight was dressed in silver-white armor, with a bright red scarf as warm as the morning sun, and a golden cloak flowing.

The black horse, the red scarf, the yellow cloak, all these dazzling colors make up an amazing picture, bright and moving.

All of Maran Mu'er's eyes fell on the face of a handsome young general.

At that moment, there was nothing in Maran Muer's eyes. She lowered her eyelids, her gaze falling just on the man's shiny cowhide boots, and then slowly and imperceptibly stepped forward to land on the fiery lion carved in his breastplate, and her heart fluttered.

The horse team galloped past. The horse's drape hung an incomparably bright purple and yellow tassel, which had been dangling in Maran Mu'er's heart, shining like her fast-beating little heart.

The horse team was far away, and Maran Muer was faintly disappointed, looking up into the distance.

It seemed that there was a sense in his heart, perhaps because there was a god in the dark, but the young general who had already gone away froze in front of him.

The tall black woman hissed.

Maranmul's heart beat even harder, she seemed to have a premonition of something, but she didn't believe what was about to happen in her eyes.

She couldn't help but bow her head.

The horse's hooves clattered, the sound was slow and close, and Maran Muer's lowered eyelids saw the black horse stop in front of her, and a pair of shiny cowhide boots jumped off the back of the fringed horse, right in her sight.

Eighteen-year-old Maran Muer, for the first time, felt that her corset was too small, and her little heart was pounding and about to burst.

I need to change my corset. She thought in a daze, her eyes a little misty.

"Who are you? Keep your head up. The man said gently, gently touching Maranmul's jaw with his whip.

Maran Mu'er forced herself to raise her head, her tongue curled a little unobediently, and the words that came out looked trembling and uneasy: "Maran Mu'er of the Nanshu Maran clan has seen His Highness. ”

Behind Maran Mu'er, the old butler Maran Zhihe, the house slave who drove the chariot, and the two horseback attendants all bowed their heads and knelt down, not daring to come out.

The flush on her face quickly spread, and Maran Mu'er's warm eyes met the handsome general in front of her.

He was not very tall, perhaps only ten feet five inches tall (note (1)), but he was very handsome, his chest armor was embroidered with a roaring lion, a roaring lion badge was worn on his chest, and a pair of lilac eyes looked at the delicate and youthful Maran Mu'er with a smile.

Maran Mu'er's pink face became hotter and hotter, and her eyes became as bright as stars. She pinched her palms with all her might, reminding herself to keep the respectful and cautious smile on her face as usual.

She cursed herself in her heart: damn it, like a stupid girl who has never seen the world.

"Oh, it's Miss Maran from Nanshu, who has been known for a long time. Please get up! Yutai Haoji put away his horsewhip, stared at Maran Mu'er without blinking, and with the demeanor of a prince, he stepped back and bent down, holding a sword in his left hand and extending his right hand forward, making a slight greeting gesture.

"Your Highness!" Maran Mu'er finally said a normal sentence, and she felt that her legs were still trembling slightly, and she clenched her teeth, which made her words feel like gritting her teeth.

"Are you going to the Heavenly City Wall? Oh, which Maran prince is your father? Prince Haoji asked softly and gently.

Ma Lan Mu'er bowed slightly and replied softly: "My father is Ma Lanxiao, the imperial history of the Imperial Seal Snow Blue City and the city lord of Nanshu Buluo Mountain. My father was ordered to go to the Purple Palace in Changyuan to meet His Majesty, and by the way, he took the people to meet Aunt Lieshan. ”

When Prince Haoji heard this, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, I forgot that His Majesty will hold a royal meeting in the Covenant Tower the day after tomorrow." In this way, we are still dear relatives. ”

Is he laughing at me for speaking inappropriately? Maran Mu'er thought worriedly.

"So, Miss Mu'er wants to spend some time in Tianshiyuan?" Yutai Haoji changed the center of gravity of his feet and seemed to ask casually.

"The people's daughter only listens to her father's orders." Miss Mu'er returned to her normal and replied in her usual lovely tone, her voice so crisp and pleasant that it was very refreshing.

"Oh? If Miss Mu'er is free, this king is willing to accompany her to visit the Tenshigaku. "Yutai Haoji turned around and wanted to leave.

"I'm free!" Almost without thinking, Maran Mu'er burst out of his mouth and said something that seemed to have no aristocratic upbringing.

The river of Maran, a few paces away from her, was slightly surprised when she heard the young lady's words, but immediately lowered her eyelids, as if she had not heard any words from her master.

Yutai Haoji turned over his horse, turned around and smiled, and said, "Miss Mu'er, see you in the sky!" ”

Yutai Haoji clamped the horse's belly between his legs and rode away.

The old butler, Maran, got up and lifted up his noble young lady.

Maran Mu'er squinted her eyes at the dust flying in the distance, and the dust covered her delicate and beautiful cheeks, but instead of cursing as before, she asked softly, "Are all the princes of the Tantai clan so handsome?" ”

The River of Maran, as usual, said in his round, thick voice, "Isn't it? The princes of the Tantai clan all have handsome appearances. ”

Then, the river of Maran shouted to the chariot slaves: "Why don't you hurry up?" It's getting dark. Mademoiselle needs an early break."

Seeing that Maran Mu'er was still standing by the side of the road, the river of Maran said thoughtfully:

"The adventures and bravery of the heroic Emperor Chiyan are in the body of the Tangtai clan, and their mother is a descendant of the great Xuanyuan clan. On the continent of Rongzhou, the iron produced in Mt. Glauca enabled them to charge into battle, and the innumerable brass and gold made them appear noble and rich. ”

"No wonder the Tantai clan is the greatest family in the Southern Wilderness of the Rongzhou Continent, they occupy all the gods in the sky and all the wealth in the world, and enjoy the respect and fear of everyone!" Maran Muer lifted her feet to get into the car, feeling that her steps were as light as flocculent and elegant.

That night, Maran Mu'er slept at the Guanyi Inn, and did not complain about the unpalatable food, damp beds, bed bugs on the mattress, and so on.

Early the next morning, Maran Mu'er got up early to go to bed. Now, she was so anxious to see the great imperial capital of Tianshiyuan, needless to say, the bustling street market there, and the handsome prince who only she knew might be waiting for her somewhere.

Turning over the Saetra Mountain, continuing to the east along the Bronze Avenue, is a flat farmland, longitudinal and horizontal, the smoke curling, the sound of chickens and dogs, between the tall sweetgum trees and acacia trees, there are all kinds of beautiful flowers and vegetables, the purple and red, a pair of farmhouse paradise beauty.

"This is the fief of Lieshan Yin, the son of the Lieshan family and the lord of Mesh City; Next to him was his brother Lieshan Jin, the fief of the lord of the city of Alahan. Their father, King Kang, and your grandfather, Lie Shanhui, are brothers. King Kang was wounded in the leg during the Yufeng rebellion in 822. ”

The River of Old Numaran continued the most important work of the eastward journey, instilling the complex family genealogy of the Great Hui Dynasty into Malan Mu'er.

"Lieshan Jin and Lieshan Silver are the cousins of Queen Lieshan Errong, who are brave in battle and extraordinary. Well, also your mother's cousin. It's your cousin. ”

Maran Mu'er was in a good mood, looked at the flat farmland outside, and showed envy: "Such a beautiful plain, wider than our Nanshu mountain basin, why don't they plant mulberry and raise silkworms?" But they planted some flowers and trees that could only be seen but not eaten. What a pity. ”

"With our Nanshu mulberry and silkworm breeding, Zhongtu no longer has to do these hard work. These flowers are picked every morning and sent to the palace by horse; The sacred tree here is sent to the palace at the beginning of every month, and the people here proudly call themselves servants of the imperial city. ”

"Servants of the Imperial City? It's better to say that he is half a master of the imperial city, right? Maranmul looked at a gray-roofed castle in the distance, the man named Lord of Mashley was her cousin according to the genealogy, and they had the same great general grandfather named Blazing Mountain Cloud Thunder.

However, these people in the capital of the empire had never interacted with her family, and she had only heard of it. From the time she was sensible, she knew that she had a powerful maternal clan in Tianshiyuan, but people didn't like to see her, and she had never been summoned.

Because she has a grandfather who used to be a traitor, and her mother is the daughter of the Lieshan clan, all of this is added to her, and she can't escape the class brand, as shameful as an iron-branded pariah.

One day, I will make you proud of me instead of being ashamed of me as you are now. A strange smile appeared on Maranmul's face.

(Note (1): 10 feet 5 inches, 1 foot is about 16.95 cm, 10 feet 5 inches is about 178 cm today)