In the black night sky, the stars are beautiful and palpitating, and the pale silver light shines in the crescent moon sea below the mountain, reflecting countless blinking eyes. The grass by the lake is soft, and the wind is gentle, as if whispering to people in their sleep. Countless tents spread out from the crescent moon to the depths of the grassland, faintly reflecting the lights and the stars in the sky, while more herdsmen's tents were dark and quiet, bathed in starlight.

Fan Xian's hand holding the cylinder stiffened slightly, and he watched motionlessly near the king's tent on the shore of the Crescent Sea, and it was not until much later that he put down the cylinder, bowed his head and knees, and fell into deep thought.

Sihu Danyu walked into the small tent and did not come out for a long time. There should be a master of the Hu clan guarding in the surrounding darkness, but the entire defense system is much looser than usual, probably this Shan Yu is not willing, the masters of the royal court are too close to the tent.

Who lives in that small tent?" Fan Xian pursed his dry lips, feeling slightly depressed. This discovery may be a little strange, even more strange than Wei Wucheng's coincidence, but Fan Xian did not suspect anything—the Hu people would never have imagined that someone could be on a high mountain, gazing at a qiē on the shore of the Crescent Sea.

This is not something that can be done by manpower, science and technology are the primary productive forces, Fan Xian's fingers gently rubbed the cylinder telescope, licked his lips, and did not leave, but waited quietly until Shan Yu walked out of the tent.

Xihu, who was over thirty years old, was dressed in a thin body, but his saber was not by his side, and after walking out of the tent, he turned around and bowed slightly, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was not willing to leave.

The corners of Fan Xian's lips showed a sneering sneer.

............ After a few years after that, the major trading houses in the Central Plains began to bargain with the dignitaries and nobles in the court of Xihu for the related goods carried by the trip, and in order to wait for the characters who rushed from the tent of the two great virtuous kings, the time was slightly delayed by two rì.

The royal court showed favor to these merchants, naturally for the possible import of materials in the future, but this autumn sale itself was also a huge luxury fair. The princes and nobles of Xihu have the most abundant resources in the entire grassland, and they don't know how many gold and gems they use to buy luxury goods in the Central Plains, and they don't blink an eye at all.

But Rao was like this, and it took four or five days for the Central Plains merchants to sell all the inventory on this trip. In the past four or five days, Mu Feng'er, on behalf of the No. 1 Commercial Bank in Shazhou, was also close to the Hu people, making a little money, while Fan Xian simply performed his duties, and then began to walk around the Crescent Sea, or look, or be looked at.

I have to say that with his true identity, in the heart of the Xihu royal court, to make such a move is a very arrogant and even stupid act.

The center of his eyebrows was pulled closer, the tips of his eyebrows were glued up a little, and his skin changed slightly, but what remained unchanged was the still handsome face. So when he walks on the meadows and sand dunes near the Crescent Sea, he is always greeted by countless pairs of fiery and fiery eyes.

Although the women of the Hu nationality are not as open as the Central Plains people denigrate, their attitude towards feelings and beautiful men is definitely much warmer, if Fan Xian can show the muscles hidden under his clothes, I believe that this enthusiasm will be like a fire in the autumn, directly devouring him.

It's just that he doesn't want to develop a relationship in the Hu clan that can't have an ending, he walks around the Crescent Sea, just chatting with Wei Wucheng, of course, no one knows if he has hidden thoughts in his subconscious to attract the attention of another person.

The conversation with Wei Wucheng went very well, this young man from Northern Qi had probably stayed on the grassland for a long time, and it was rare to meet such a good conversation partner as Fan Xian, and he would come to him from time to time to confide in him, and from a few conversations, Fan Xian gradually figured out some things, but in the last two days, maybe Wei Wucheng was accused of some kind of jǐng, and he paid more attention in words. At the same time, Fan Xian also found that there were a few more pairs of paying attention to his body.

Fortunately, it didn't cause too many problems, the princes and nobles in the royal tent mainly focused on those merchants and the forces represented behind the merchants, Fan Xian, the little white face in the eyes of the Hu people, was not very eye-catching, he still climbed the steep lonely mountain on time late every night, holding a telescope, and peeking at the shore of the crescent moon.

Shan Yu in the middle of the night does not leave his royal tent every day and go to that small tent, but the frequency is also extraordinarily high. Fan Xian had already found out clearly that the small tents behind the side of the king's tent were where ordinary Hu maidservants lived, which was not surprising.

The wonderful thing is that why did Shan Yu go there, and the wonderful thing is that Fan Xian and Mu Feng'er found that it was very difficult to get close to those small tents now, and there were many people secretly protecting that small tent and isolating it from the world by the Crescent Sea.

After squatting for four nights in a row, Fan Xian became more and more convinced of his inference, but he couldn't help but think slightly in his heart that the master of the grassland seemed to be too respectful.

............ Elechuan, under the Yīn Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

"Does anyone know where the Ele River is, and does the yīn mountain refer to the mountain behind Haizi?"

Many tents near the royal court had been removed, and the area around the Crescent Sea had become empty and quiet. The herdsmen who lived in pursuit of water and grass had their own place to go, and without the goods brought by the merchants of the Central Plains, the leaders of various tribes led their people home, and the attraction of the royal court to them was still far inferior to the goods of the Central Plains.

In a quiet tent, Wei Wucheng, who had been a collector of the inner treasury of the Xihu Royal Court for a year, took a piece of paper in his hand and asked his companions beside him. These people have been in the grassland for a year, helping Shan Yu to deal with political affairs, collecting intelligence, and playing an important role in the majesty of the royal court. Now that the Qing army's autumn hunt has ended, the grassland is ready to welcome the arrival of winter, and there is no major war to prepare, so Wei Wucheng began to make old mistakes.

"Do you think you are still in Shangjing? Do you think you can still go to the imperial examination?" one of his companions was obviously not in a very good mood, and said mockingly: "When I have nothing to do all day long, I will hold the poems and songs and read them, and I don't look at where they are." ”

Wei Wucheng was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "This little poem was given by a friend, and it describes the grassland scenery very well, so I wrote it down, but I don't understand two of the sentences very well. ”

These people carefully tasted it and found that it was indeed the case, this little poem was simple in words and sentences, but it was magnificent, and it was really not something that ordinary people could write.

In this way, this song began to be remembered, and then it spread to the Hu people around the royal court, and was translated into Hu language, and began to be sung softly by the Hu girls with leather whips.

It's not widely circulated, but rumors are better used than telescopes, it naturally has wings, and it's even more wonderful than Ye Liuyun's light body skills.

A maidservant carrying a sheep nǎi urn heard it as she walked through the tent. She stood outside the tent, gently laid down the pottery urn, was stunned for a moment, and then wiped her palm dipped in nǎi water on her clothes.

Shan Yu also knew about this little poem that night, but he didn't care much, a male monarch had too many things to consider, and he didn't think that this little poem could bring any kind of problems, but he was entrusted by someone to ask a few words at random. Knowing that Wei Wucheng heard it from those merchants, he didn't care anymore.

Those Central Plains merchants have been away from the royal court for three days, are they still chasing each other back for a small speech?

Shan Yu was a little unconcerned about this matter, so when he found out the next day that the maidservant girl with the sheep nǎi urn had suddenly disappeared, he was furious, as if someone had dug up a very important treasure in his heart.

Fortunately, the servant girl left a letter to persuade him to rest easy, and she went back as soon as she went, and only then did she stop the idea of sending cavalry to chase down those Central Plains merchants.

The autumn grass in the grassland is long, covering the road leading to all directions of the royal court, of course, there is no road on the grassland, and the horses step on it more, so there is naturally a road.

Just in the direction of Wang Ting to Qingzhou, more than a day's journey, is a large area of plain desert and vast plains, extremely quiet, autumn rì low, full of slaughter.

The woman, dressed as a handmaid, stepped out of the grass, and she saw the young man on the other side.

A young man with a smile on his face and a deep sense of disappointment in his eyes.

The young man looked at the woman he hadn't seen for three years, at her countenance, at her eyes, which were still as clear as a lake, nay, clearer than the crescent sea, at the hands she had inserted at her side, and said, "You are tanned. ”

Begonia Blossom, who has been missing for more than two years, has now become an ordinary maid in the court of Xihu Wang, she looked at Fan Xian, did not speak, and in her clear eyes, she didn't know what kind of words she was silently telling.

Fan Xian stared into her eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you here for two days...... Or have you been waiting for me on the prairie for two years?"