How long has it been since lamb has been cooked on the prairie?

A year? Two years? Or many years?

Thinking about that unbearable period of time, the sins he suffered, the people he saw, and the roads he walked, Yang Chuan could only sigh secretly.

It's all about the past.

Yang Chuan took matters into pieces, cut the mutton into pieces according to the size of the bone joints, washed it twice in clean water, and then directly put it into a dilapidated clay pot, and then began to make a fire.

The tribe was so small and poor that they didn't even have a decent pot or pan, let alone a bell

Of course, stewing a clay pot of mutton is naturally a task for him.

One of the reasons why Yang Chuan took the initiative to ask to cook meat was that he was not worried about the food cooked by others, in this grassland, especially the people of the royal court, there were too many ways to kill a person, and he was unwilling to put his life in the hands of others;

Another reason is that there is still a temptation.

First of all, he had to find out if the frail old woman in the tent was the princess of Dahan or which princess? Is the Hun boy Prince Yushan?

Only when he understands all this can he do it......

……

"It's fragrant, it's so fragrant, it's much more fragrant than the lamb stewed by the Bank of China!"

An hour later, when the mutton in a ding of clear soup was stewed, the young man only smelled it a few times, and then he was amazed, and said, "Your craftsmanship is better than that of the Han people." ”

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "In the past three years, the three of us have been homeless, wandering around, and have secretly been to Dahan. ”

"What? Have you ever been to Dahan? The young man was taken aback and looked Yang Chuan up and down, "Those Han people didn't arrest you?" ”

Yang Chuan rubbed his cheeks a few times, and on his handsome little face, a harmless smile appeared on his handsome little face: "I am such a handsome little Langjun, they all think that they are the children of nobles in Chang'an City, and wherever they go, they will eat wherever they go."

What's more, the Han people are so kind, they are all farming and reading, and they are kind to each other, and they are not like us Huns, who always treat people as ...... people."

Yang Chuan continued solemnly: "I have also traveled to their Chang'an City, oops, that piece of prosperity is like a brocade, it can simply make people's eyes see flowers, there is gold, white marble, pavilions and pavilions, magnificent;

In Chang'an City, the streets and alleys, there are exquisite food and wine everywhere, such as mutton steamed buns, biangbiang noodles, crispy and delicious twist flowers, peach crisps and dim sum dotted with various petals, which can simply make the birds and birds in the sky cry;

In the kitchens and warehouses of some large households, there are piles of mutton, pork, beef, chicken, duck and goose, roe deer meat, rabbit meat, and pheasant meat.

The woman of Chang'an City, beautiful as a fairy, graceful and graceful, wearing a dress sewn from silk yarn, sitting in a luxurious and beautiful carriage, galloping by like a gust of wind, leaving a wisp of refreshing fragrance, it is simply fascinating......"

Yang Chuan boasted, but he expected that this young man would be stunned and ask endless questions.

Unexpectedly.

Regardless of what he said, he piled up all the gorgeous rhetoric that could be thought of in the Xiongnu language, but the young man just looked gloomy and sighed: "Ah Nang really didn't lie to me, Chang'an City is really a fairyland on earth......

Yang Chuan was directly stunned.

It turns out that someone has boasted about Chang'an City so much before?

He made a judgment at once: in the tent, the frail old woman must be the princess of the Han Dynasty!

As for which one it is, it is not possible to confirm it for a while.

"Okay, it's just a remote place, let's eat mutton first," Yang Chuan patted the young man on the shoulder, "Ling Asang is old and has bad teeth, so I stewed the mutton a little softer." ”

The young man was still obsessed with the 'flowers of Chang'an City', and replied casually: "Good, good, soft and rotten." ”

So, Yang Chuan, Huo Quzhi, and Cao Xiang walked into the old woman's tent smoothly.

I saw an old woman with white hair like ruined grass and a face full of terrible wrinkles, sitting on her knees, and under her knees, the tattered mat could still faintly see the traces of silk and silk; Her eyes were large and godless, sinking deeply, like two huge wounds, slowly shedding two lines of cloudy old tears.

The two lines of turbid tears slowly seeped out of the deep-set eye sockets, and snaked down along those cobweb-like fine wrinkles.

Finally, it silently smashed on her shriveled chest.

Her body, as thin as firewood, seems to be blown by a cold wind, and it can be broken, why are people who see it so sad!

The old woman was wearing a very tattered silk garment, and even after many sewing repairs, it still showed a few wrinkled skins, showing a very terrible gray color......

"You, have you been, Chang'an City?"

As soon as the old woman spoke, it was Chinese, stumbling, but every word was bitten very accurately and clearly, as if a knife could make people's hearts ache.

"You, are you a Huns, or a Han Chinese?"

The old woman stared at the direction of Yang Chuan with two deep-set eyes, trembling like chaff, and with two hands as dry as claws, she tightly grasped the tattered mat under her knees, and then tore off two handfuls of silk fragments and held them firmly in her hands.

Yang Chuan, Huo Quai, and Cao Xiang were stunned.

The scene in front of them made their hearts cut like knives, and they couldn't say anything about their lives, so they could only look at the old woman in front of them blankly, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

"Ah Nang, they are Huns, they have just been to Chang'an City," the young man knelt beside the old woman with a bowl of mutton in clear soup, and said softly: "Ah Nang, you taste it, this mutton was stewed by the distinguished guest himself......

The old woman smelled the mutton in the clear soup, and in the depths of her throat, there was a strange 'gurgling' sound, and all the wrinkles on her decayed face suddenly twisted and deformed.

In the end, it turned into a mournful cry: "Dahan, this is the taste of Dahan!" ”

"Yu Dan, you smell it, in this mutton, there are Han peppercorns, Han ginger, Han grass fruit, Han cinnamon, Han wolfberry, Han codonopsis, Han Yuzhu...... You smell it, Yu Shan my son, this is what Ah Sang once told you, the taste of the big man.

Father, you are so ruthless, you sent your Nangong'er to Mobei, and suffered for more than 20 years, and now, you have died in the sky, leaving your son alone in this bitter cold place!

Father, Nangong'er hates you!

And Liu Yu, you fool with no prospects, as the emperor of the Han Dynasty, you have the world, and you have millions of soldiers, why don't you raise troops to go north and sweep this filthy land in the desert......"

Immediately afterward, she threw herself to the ground, facing due south, and cried loudly, tears raining down.

The white hair, which was as decayed as withered grass, fell down one after another, so that a muddy old tear wet several locks, covering her old face......

The young man, who was the former Prince Yushan, hugged Ah Nang's thin body, and also secretly wept.

As for Yang Chuan, Huo Quai, and Cao Xiang, they slowly knelt on one knee and bowed deeply: "Meet Her Royal Highness Princess Dahan!" ”

"Meet Her Royal Highness Princess Dahan!"

"Greetings, Her Royal Highness Princess Dahan!"

Time, it seems, has stopped.

The air has frozen.

In a broken tent thousands of miles away from Chang'an City, in addition to Princess Nangong's heart-rending cry, there were still people secretly vowing:

In this life, swear to destroy the Huns!

……

"Your Royal Highness Princess, don't be sad, please eat."

I don't know how long it took, until Princess Nangong couldn't cry anymore, crawled on the ground sadly, and made a bellows-like "sizzle" sound, Yang Chuan finally stepped forward, knelt beside her, and helped her sit up straight.

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang also stepped forward, knelt beside the princess, and wept.

Only then did they see clearly that this Han princess was the biological daughter of Emperor Jing, Liu Che's own sister, Princess Pingyang's own sister, and Cao Xiang's aunt......

How much inhuman torture has this been suffered? On her aging face, there was still a trace of a woman in her forties!

On the thin body, the silk palace dress of the Han princess has long been tattered, revealing several large patches of gray-white and wrinkled skin, where can you still see the peerless face of the past!

What is it?

This is hate......

Cao Xiang knelt forward, pinched Princess Nangong's dry hands, and shouted sadly: "Auntie, ......"

And he couldn't stop crying.

It was the first time that he, a big Han salt dealer, cried so heartily, hated so much for the first time, and really revealed his weakness and pain for the first time.

"Auntie, I am Aunt Cao Xiang, the son of Princess Pingyang," Cao Xiang buried his head and face deep in Princess Nangong's arms, and the tears that poured out soon wet the tattered clothes of the Han Princess.

"You, are you really Han Chinese? Are you really my sister Pingyang's son? ”

At such a scene, Princess Nangong calmed down, turned her back to the sky, and looked straight at the dome of the tent with her two empty eyes;

It was as if she was looking at the sky with a dazzle, her shriveled lips trembling, but she pursed tightly.

It was as if she was trying her best to maintain the dignity and nobility of a Han princess, and said in a bitter voice: "Could it be that this palace is still in a dream?" ”

Cao Xiang cried and said, "Auntie, this is not in a dream, I am Cao Xiang, your Xiang'er." ”

Princess Nangong stretched out her thin hands and groped in the air.

Cao Xiang hurriedly stepped forward with his face, so that his aunt's hand could caress him, and he shouted again: "Aunt! ”

Princess Nangong's hand gently stroked Cao Xiang's face, little by little, very carefully, for fear of missing something, and muttered in her mouth: "Sure enough, it is exactly the same as your uncle Liu Yu when he was a child, you, like him, are a coward, the best at lying, and often steal his father's gold and give it to the eldest sister and the second sister."

Chang'an City at that time, how beautiful it was.

Your uncle Liu Yu, by the way, later his father changed his name to Liu Che, I don't like it very much, I still like to call him Liu Yu, Yu'er, how kind does it sound?

Alas, if you are really an uncle with your adopted son, your forehead, nose and ears are exactly the same as Liu Yu's.

By the way, your name is Cao Xiang, right? ”

Cao Xiang let out a 'hmm'.

There was a crisp 'pop'.

But it was Princess Nangong who slapped Cao Xiang the face, and reprimanded: "Since your uncle and your mother both know that I am suffering in the land of Mobei, why did you come today?"

Why, don't you raise troops to go north and sweep this grassland desert?

Why don't you level this dirty and barbaric land in one fell swoop? ”

This chapter has been brewing for a long time, but it was written very slowly, very slowly, almost a whole day, for fear that it would not be written well...... What a waste the chef is!

(End of chapter)