"I'm afraid we're in big trouble this time......"

After listening to Cao Xiang's words, Huo Quzhi looked dazed, looked at the dilapidated shepherd's tents, and was very confused: "What kind of dumb riddle are you two playing, hurry up!" ”

Yang Chuan sighed and said, "Go to the sick, look at the ornaments on the tent in the middle, and the movements of the women who are milking. ”

Huo Quzhi observed very carefully for a while, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

"You mean, those women are the daughters of the Han family?" Huo Qubing had lived in Weiyang Palace for a long time, "The ornaments on the tent are different from the royal tents of the Huns, triple white yak tails, which can only be used by Han envoys......"

The three of them looked at each other and were silent for a while.

Han women appeared in the tents of the Huns, which is not unusual, for more than a hundred years, almost every autumn when the horses are fat, the Huns' cavalry will go south to plunder.

They like the grain, ironware, silk and women of the Han family the most, and the number of people who are plundered across the border every year is actually incalculable.

But.

Those who can live in the royal tent of the Huns, and have three white yak tail knots, can almost count on their fingers-

Princess Dahan?

Or is it those lords or palace maids of the clan surnamed Liu who were rewarded with the title of 'princess' and named 'Heqin', in fact, in Yang Chuan's words, isn't it the Han family woman who was sent over to make the Huns trouble?

The faces of the three of them turned gloomy.

Especially Yang Chuan, his eyes were even colder, his two fists were clenched tightly, and he could clearly feel the pain of his nails piercing into his palms.

If it is really the princess of the Han Dynasty, or, even those ordinary palace maids who have a tragic fate and were sent over by the Emperor of the Han Dynasty to 'kiss'......

Cao Xiang is right, this special mother is really a trouble.

A big trouble.

Pick them up and return to the big man? Kill the Huns who have plagued them? It still seems to be a problem.

"What should I do?"

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang looked at Yang Chuan.

"Cold salad," Yang Chuan said coldly, "Wait a minute, I'll change my outfit first and see if I can deceive people." ”

As he spoke, Yang Chuan jumped off his horse and took out a beautiful mink robe, a pair of deerskin boots, and a snow-white fox fur hat from his bag; Then, he took out a few strings of gold collars, bracelets, and mutton fat jade pendants, and changed them on his body by dividing them by two.

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang shouted in a low voice: "Wocao!" ”

Yang Chuan scolded angrily, and brought a golden collar to Sister Leopard, and then coughed lightly: "The two of you don't know Hun language, so they pretend to be dumb, they are followers of the Snow Mountain Messenger, write it down?" ”

Huo Quai, Cao Xiang smiled and scolded: "Think beautiful!" ”

Just as the three of them were whispering and laughing, in the distance, one person and one rode towards this side; When he got closer, he found that it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a dark face and a rather delicate appearance.

"Who are you? Why come to our pastures? The young man asked in Hun dialect, one hand holding the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"The lost horses are hungry and thirsty, and under the guidance of the King of the Sky, they have found a warm tent," Yang Chuan replied in fluent Xiongnu dialect, "Our tent on the top of the snowy mountain has been burned, our cattle and sheep have been driven away, and our women have wept in other people's tents, giving birth to litters of wolf cubs for them."

Excuse me, handsome boy, what's your name? ”

The young man's tense face gradually softened, and he said in the same tone, as if singing: "It is a lamb who has lost its homeland, a child who has lost its mother, please forgive me for my rudeness;

No one can walk with a piece of sky on their backs, and no one can carry a piece of grassland to graze, so ah, poor child, our tent is your tent, and I hope our bowl of milk tea can warm your cold hearts. ”

Then, the young man touched his chest with one hand and extended his hand very elegantly to invite: "Welcome to my house." ”

Yang Chuan also returned the courtesy, but it could be seen from the expression and movements on his face that his attitude was very elegant and proud: "Thank you, handsome young man." ”

Then, he stretched out his hand to stroke the soft and smooth hair of Sister Leopard, and said emotionally: "If it weren't for my leopard to give birth, the lost horse wouldn't want to eat other people's grass." ”

The young man's two eyes were actually secretly looking at Sister Leopard, and although he was talking to Yang Chuan, he glanced at Sister Leopard from time to time.

To be honest, Yang Chuan's set of 'outfits' is really quite lethal to the Huns.

handsome face, gorgeous robes, gold collars, mutton fat jade pendants;

Especially the 'King of the Snow Mountain' in front of him, he is also wearing a gold collar around his neck, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance......

There was a very obvious reverence on the young man's face: "When I got up in the morning, a flock of birds flew through the sky, and their chirping was so cheerful that my poor Ah Nang, the great of the Huns, had said that a noble man should come;

It turns out that you are the nobleman!

Let's go to my tent and drink a bowl of goat's milk, rest my feet, and tell me your legends and stories about the top of the snow-capped mountains......"

So, under the leadership of the young man, Yang Chuan, Huo Quai, and Cao Xiang walked towards the dilapidated tents.

This 'gurgling' conversation made Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang confused, but they didn't understand a word, so they could only pretend to be dumb and follow silently.

"Ah Nang (Xiongnu mother, transliteration), you said in the morning that there should be a distinguished guest coming, the child still doesn't believe it, I can't imagine that there is really a noble person coming."

As the group approached the broken tent in the middle, the young man laughed loudly and greeted the people in the tent.

"Are there really nobles?"

In the tent, a weak old woman's voice came out: "Did the left and right Xian kings send people, or did the left and right Gu Li kings send envoys over?" ”

The boy replied respectfully, "Neither." ”

"Neither?" In the tent, the frail old woman suddenly became a little angry, "Could it be that your bastard uncle Yi Zhixian sent someone?"

If it's that beast, let them get out of here, you can tell them that Da Dan Yu went to the Immortal Heaven and couldn't control the bad things on the grassland; However, the Great Lady is still alive, and although she is blind, she will not kneel down and eat a bite of the beast's reward! ”

The young man's expression was gloomy, and he turned his head to look at Yang Chuan and the others: "My Ah Sang is weak, I can't see, I can't see with my own eyes, and I can't see the faces of the nobles and the king of the snow mountain......

Yang Chuan listened to the conversation between the Hun mother and son, and his heart had already set off a shocking wave, but he maintained a warm smile on his face, and said: "It's okay, we are just a few birds that have lost their homes, and we are grateful when we drink a sip of water." ”

'Big single Yu, wife? ’

'Which princess of the Han family is it?' ’

Yang Chuan's mind was racing, and he quickly searched for the Han princesses who were sent to kiss in his memory, but he never got the essentials; He guessed that Sima Qian's guy thought this kind of was too embarrassing and adopted the 'Spring and Autumn Brushwork'......

The young man beckoned a woman to bring a few bowls of goat's milk, and said with great embarrassment: "Although we still have a home, we have long since become golden eagles in the mud, and we have nothing good to entertain our distinguished guests. ”

Yang Chuan took a bowl of goat's milk, dipped his ring finger and index finger in the milk, and flicked his fingers twice against the sky and the earth, then raised the bowl over his shoulders and said: "A bowl of delicious goat's milk is enough to nourish the wanderer's heart, thank you for the host's hospitality." ”

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang also had a good finger flick, and thanked this young man.

The young man saw that the etiquette of Yang Chuan and the three of them was even more standard and upright than those Hun nobles, and his face showed a very happy look.

He smiled and asked, "Distinguished guests, seeing that you are in a hurry, you should not have eaten yet, right?" ”

Yang Chuan said with a smile: "I haven't eaten for a day and a night." ”

The young man turned his head and greeted a few women not far away, and then turned his head and smiled: "Although there are few lambs in our tribe, and they are still very thin, how can guests travel on an empty stomach?" ”

"Let's go and drink a bowl of mare's milk wine in my tent, and then take a bite of the delicious lamb."

The boy invited the three to another tent.

As soon as they entered the door, the faces of Yang Chuan, Huo Quzhi, and Cao Xiang changed slightly, and they couldn't help but glance at each other, and their guesses were once again verified.

This dilapidated little tribe really has a lot of origins!

Because, from the outside, this tent looked unremarkable and dilapidated, and the cowhide in many places began to crack;

However, some of the simple belongings in it are extremely extravagant, although they look a little old, but whether it is a wooden couch, embroidered pier, tiger skin mattress, or those mutton fat lamps, gold wine vessels, glass cups, etc., their materials and shapes are not inferior to those used by the Han royal family.

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang often go in and out of Weiyang Palace, and they are naturally very knowledgeable guys, so they are just dumbfounded.

Especially Yang Chuan, although he has never been to Weiyang Palace, he has already concluded in his heart that this tribe should be the 'homeland' of the Huns' last great Shan Yu and military minister Shan Yu.

According to the records of Sima Qian, after the military minister Shan Yu was killed by his own brother Yi Zhixian and seized the throne, Yu Dan, the former prince of the Xiongnu court, was desperate and fled to the Han Dynasty, and was named 'She'an Hou' by Liu Che, and died a few months later......

In this way, this young man should be the 'Prince Yudan', right?

If it is really Prince Yu Dan and deceived this guy to the Han Dynasty, I wonder if he can change the opportunity to 'be promoted to the knight'?

Yang Chuan was silently and secretly calculating, and the corners of his mouth gradually showed a strange smile......

……

"Come, please taste our mare's milk wine."

After a few people walked into the tent, the Hun boy was very enthusiastic, personally brought over a wine bag, and put four golden wine vessels on the table.

While pouring the wine, he smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "Since Ah Nang and I were kicked out of the royal court, we haven't seen anyone outside for more than half a year; Unexpectedly, this time, it was a few distinguished guests. ”

Then, as soon as the young man turned his head, he saw Sister Leopard stretching out her pink tongue and licking the mare's milk wine gently, with a very anthropomorphic 'disgust' on her face.

He couldn't help laughing, and said with envy: "Oh, you deserve to be the king of the snow, and you can't look down on my mare's milk wine." ”

Yang Chuan smiled and said casually: "This guy just likes to be picky eaters, not the mutton I cooked myself, he doesn't eat it."

Well, I'll cook us a pot of mutton......"

(End of chapter)