Mobei, prairie.

The sunset is blood-red.

Until this moment, the last ray of light in the western sky was completely swallowed up by twilight; The clouds gradually dimmed, and the leaden gray shadow occupied most of the sky, indicating that the dusk was quietly fading and the night was slowly falling.

In the winter grassland, the sky darkens very early, and the sun closes the mountains before the sun closes, outlining a twilight. After feeding the horses and herding the sheep early, the herdsmen went into their tents and began to prepare for today's dinner. After a while, goat's milk mixed with the aroma of pilaf wafted out of the tent and instantly shrouded the grassland.

Here, it is located at the foot of Yanran Mountain in the Mobei grassland, where wild grasses are overgrown, and cattle and sheep are everywhere. As far as the eye can see, within a radius of 20 miles, thousands of white felt tents, undulating, are distributed on the endless prairie in turn, as if they are the twinkling stars dotted in the long river of the universe, dazzling and dizzying.

The wind is blowing, a dome palace tent about six zhang high and nearly ten zhang wide, surrounded by countless tents, standing quietly under the twilight, in the depths of the sunset on the horizon, silent, black and white; I saw that the smoke rose column by column, until it drifted into the air before dissipating little by little, and the air was filled with the richness of mare's milk wine.

At the top of the palace tent, there are gorgeous and dazzling tiger stripe ceiling vines, and gradually build a pattern of tiger roaring mountain forest. As for the edges of the four walls, they are all textures of the blue wolf totem. Every step of the line gives people a shocking sense of tearing that is deep in Longtan Tiger's Den.

The golden dome has long been dyed red by the setting sun at this moment, presented under the cover of the vast twilight. Outside the tent, all kinds of lions and leopard cloud flags are mixed together, vibrating with the sound of hunting, Haidongqing hovering in the air, and the sound of eagles chirping, which is terrifying; Looking around the Golden Tent, a large number of Rouran soldiers wearing felt helmets, cowhide armor, and full moon scimitars at their waists abound, and the weather-beaten faces of the grassland children can be seen everywhere.

The owner of this palace tent is the only son of the late king of the North Courtyard, the new generation of the king of the North Courtyard of the Rouran Royal Court, with the majesty of the "first general of the grassland", he jumped up and ordered the Rouran military to take charge of the country of 370,000 iron horsemen, and was canonized by the royal court, thus shaking the northland strange man of the grassland,—— Rouran Taishi expanded; And this royal tent located at the foot of Yanran Mountain is the residence of the country's Ayun Luduo, and it is also the location of the expanded camp.

Guo's Alu Duo, one of the "Four Great Hulu Duo" of the Rouran Royal Court, with 370,000 iron horsemen under his tent, bloodthirsty and brutal, murderous like hemp, known as the "Blade of the Royal Court", is a "No. 1 Grassland Force" under the command of Kuangkuo, and its combat power is far better than that of the leather room army of the year; Thinking at the beginning, the Qihu rebellion, the expansion of the Kuo is to rely on this army, launched a surprise attack, overnight, the bloodshed of three thousand rebels, the remnants of the Qihu fled into the Western Wilderness, the expansion of the desperate pursuit, the soft iron cavalry across the grassland, killing and plundering the Quartet, killing more than 2,000 people along the way, in one fell swoop to destroy the Qihu rebels who were about to move, the army invaded the Western Wilderness, killed all the rebels who resisted the royal family, and pacified the north and south of Jiashan......

In the seventh year of Yongxing, Xiao Changling led the main force of Jingbei, drove straight in, defeated tens of thousands of leather room troops in the battle of Crouching Tiger Pass, and after a battle, the dead corpses pillowed, the bloody wasteland, and the people and horses trampled on each other and died, as many as seven or eight out of ten; When the whole army was defeated, the expansion was ordered to be in danger, and after leading the troops to break off, it was able to save the remaining 20,000 soldiers and horses of the Pi Room Army under the fierce offensive of the Jingbei Iron Cavalry, safely retreat to the Yema River, and the whole division retreated, avoiding the tragedy of the annihilation of the entire cowardly Xue army.

After that, in the west of Jingbei Town, 350,000 allied troops, the front of the army, a large-scale counterattack, Yemachuan was lost, and the expansion followed his father to the north and retreated into Mobei. In the thirteenth year of Yongxing, that is, the same year that Xiao Changling wiped out Chu, he died of illness, and his son inherited his father's business and inherited the king of the North Courtyard; In the second year, the fifty-seven-year-old Rouran Khan Yelu Buzhen also left the west, and the crown prince Sheer succeeded him as "Mo Si Khan". At the beginning of the establishment of the new Khan, in order to encircle the relatives and nobles of Mobei, and also to consolidate the position of the Khan, he sent an envoy to Helin, canonized and expanded as the "Taishi", gave Huyun Daxu, and made him in charge of the country Alu Duo, and took charge of the military power of Mobei.

At this point, at the age of twenty-six, he sprung up, soared, relying on his own strength and military merits, and became the youngest military commander in the history of Rouran.

The game of rivers and mountains, from now on, the world, the land is divided, there is Xiao Changling in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and there is an expansion of the outline, such as the two mountains side by side, standing proudly in this vast and troubled world.

In the evening, Kuangkuo walked alone along the banks of the Troubled River, full of worries. The wind of the grassland blew away the year-old snow on Yanran Mountain, and they passed through the endless mountain range, and finally converged into the rushing torrent of the Troubled River, and this period happened to be the most abundant period of water in the entire Troubled River.

In the hearts of Rouran people, the status of the river is no different from the sea of fishing, and it is a bath for the immortal sky and the Kunlun god to bathe. Every day, the sun rises from here, shining on the vast Mobei grassland; And when night falls, it is the mirror of the moon fairy's dressing, bringing thousands of miles of silver into the lake.

The cold north wind, like a knife, cut the face of the first general of the grassland. His tall body was all shrouded in the wolf skin fur that had not been nitrated, and his whole body was tightly wrapped, only the hand tattooed with totems was unreservedly exposed, and he gently pressed the saber given by the Great Khan on his waist,—— "But the Moon Shadowless Knife".

Although the twilight is vast, it can still be seen that not an inch of the contours of the expanded face is smooth, full of deep traces that have gone through frost and cold and carved knives and axes, and the pair of black and blood-red eyes, flashing with countless terrifying glitters, are embedded in his already slightly dark face, which is more and more cold and fierce.

Kuokuo stands quietly on the riverside, looking at the western sunset in solitude.

He was very fond of watching the clouds at sunset, watching the sun gilding them with a faint layer of gold, and watching the sky among the clouds pierce like a wisp of broken gold. When the wind rises, the clouds change abruptly, transforming into dragons, and then into lions, tigers, jackals, and a large group of burning wild horses, galloping in the sky unscrupulously, and there are clouds chasing after them. Often looking at it, he couldn't help but laugh silently until the sun went down and the grassland gradually darkened.

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew down the ears of the expansion and poured into the placket; He closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the evening breeze of the grassland, as if the sound of the wind was the iron hooves of the Rouran army.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he looked at the sky motionlessly, and a line of wild geese under the canopy broke into his field of vision. The past, the smoke and clouds of the years, as if they were yesterday, appeared in front of this strange man from the North:

The rolling mountains are barren frontiers;

The vast grassland is the wind and snow of the skull;

The roaring wind is the iron horse of Jingbei;

The dim clouds are a rain of arrows that cover the sun.

Looking back on the past, the dilated eye sockets were red, the chest was irrepressibly astringent, the facial muscles were tense, and the heart suddenly felt infinitely melancholy:

At the age of eleven, the tribe hunted, he killed a white wolf with one knife and became famous.

At the age of twelve, he went out with his father to attack the three divisions of Duoyan and made military achievements.

At the age of fifteen, in the battle of Crouching Tiger Pass, the leather room army was defeated, and he led his troops to the queen to save 20,000 remnants.

At the age of seventeen, he led 30,000 barbarian horsemen to go deep into the western Gobi, slaughter the Bairong tribe, and punish the five kings of Bairong.

At the age of twenty, King Zuogu Li died of illness, and his son Kuoduan rebelled, trying to besiege the royal court and coerce Buzhen to go into the wilderness; At the critical moment, he personally led 7,000 "Drag Down the River", ran a long distance, galloped to the aid of the royal court, destroyed the main force of the rebels in the first battle, killed Kuduan, and razed its minions.

At the age of twenty-two, on the orders of the Rouran royal court, he led the country to attack the west, captured the eight tribes of Qihu, and all the royal families in the department were beheaded, and the women and children were taken captive.

At the age of twenty-five, his father died and succeeded him as the king of the North Courtyard and reported to the royal court.

At the age of twenty-six, he was crowned Taishi, the commander-in-chief of the Mobei Tribes, and set up a royal tent in the difficult river.

As the wide river rolls eastward, the gaze of the expansion to the south changes from solemn to gentle; The sudden wind took away the deep contemplation of the first general of the grassland, and the thick shadow covered the eyes full of homesick tears. In the past, the prince of witches, and today's Rouran Taishi, the survival of the royal court is tied to the body of one person, which may be in line with the two poems in the Central Plains classics:

- "Silence and all things turn empty. It's a dream when you don't turn your head. ”

Thinking of this, Kuang Kuo slowly withdrew his eyes, his hands covered in wolf skin fur, behind his back, silently looking at Yanran Mountain not far away, his hair was not tied, and his ears were decorated with big gold rings, fluttering in the wind.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the royal court magnates, he, the young Rouran Taishi, is a well-deserved first general of the grassland, and the "Dinghai Divine Needle" for millions of grassland herdsmen and Rouran iron horses to rely on like a pillar; However, only Kuokuo himself knew that as long as that man existed, his prestige could only be limited to this grassland, but it could never extend to the vast Central Plains. Like Xiao Changyao, the fluttering white clothes and the handsome demeanor of that person will always be a lingering haze in Kuokuo's heart.

Crouching Tiger Pass eight years ago, Shen Eryu three years ago, and Gong Lushui a year ago became the three thorns that pierced the heart of this Northland strange man, leaving him with a lifetime of shame; Even after so many years, in the depths of his mind, he still can't forget the name that shook the universe,—— "Xiao Changling".

It was he, outside Crouching Tiger Pass, who burned the last elite of the Leather Room Army with a blazing flame.

It was he, who raised 200,000 troops, drove a surprise attack, and took away the Yema River, where Totok's father and son depended, and forced them to retreat into Mobei, and his vitality was greatly damaged from then on.

It was him, Shen Eryu, who led the army to fight for thousands of miles, divided the troops into three ways to outflank, attacked behind the enemy, and made the expansion and retreat, so as to take the Heshuo Plain.

Or he, in the battle of Gonglushui, led 3,000 tigers and leopards to ride, set a strange strategy, made a clever plan, waded through the water with light troops, defeated the advance of the expansion in one fell swoop, took advantage of the situation to break the main force of Rouran, and cleared the remnants of the enemy, resulting in the defeat of the expansion again.

The two of them, one is the king of Jingbei, the other is the Taishi of Rouran, one is the mighty Central Plains, and the other is the grassland, both are amazing and gorgeous, and both are immortal heroes.

In the future, the world will be a bloody Shura, belonging to the two strongest heroes in the world.

Suddenly, on the banks of the silent river, there was a clear neighing of horses. Although he was a little surprised, he still calmly raised his eyes:

As the twilight grew, the sight of heaven and earth darkened, and a deformed remnant of the sun sprinkled on the wide river, as if smeared with a layer of dark red dye; But I saw that somewhere not far away, a young woman, riding a tall green horse, with four hooves in the wind, waded across a shallow beach, rolled up a large splash, his long hair fluttered in the wind, and the horse's mane shimmered golden in the setting sun.

Looking closely, the woman on the horse, dressed in a capable hunting suit, wears a white deerskin animal hat, eyebrows like distant mountains, and clear eyes. Such a look and demeanor, although not as amorous as the Central Plains women, but it embodies the unique heroic spirit of the children of the grassland, and has a bit of the style of the queen's girlhood.

"Taishi, it's the princess!" A Rouran soldier recognized the woman's identity.

The person who came was none other than the princess of Kuangkuo, the daughter of Yelu Buzhen, the daughter of Yelu Buzhen, the sister of Mo Si Khan Yelu Sheer, and the "Princess Yicheng" who was canonized by the royal court - Yelu Yuluo.

From a distance, Princess Yuluo rode a horse, like an elegant knight, her posture was confident and calm, as if she was integrated with the big green horse.

There was another neighing of the horse, and Yelu Yuluo skillfully turned over and dismounted.

I saw that Yelu Yuluo's crystal eyes were rippling with the charm and tenderness of a woman, and there was also the natural wildness of a soft woman. Even a grassland hero like Koku, when he sees such a pair of charming eyes, he will be fascinated and fascinated.

"So you're here, and I said how could I not find you at the king's tent." Yelu Yuluo walked towards him with a smile and a groan.

"It's too stuffy in the king's tent, I'll just go out for a walk." Koko said with a smile.

Immediately, he raised his head, and his fierce gaze swept towards the guards behind him.

"You all go down first, and this king wants to talk to the princess alone."

"Yes." The guards understood and retreated dozens of steps away.

When the guards all retreated, they stretched their powerful arms and took his wife into his arms, and Yelu Yuluo quietly snuggled into her husband's broad arms, closing her eyes and enjoying this rare warmth. the flame of love, which brings them into a rosy dream; The horses of love carry them galloping in the grassland of love.

Standing on the bank of the sparkling river, expanding his arms around Yuluo, quietly staring at the river in front of him, his brows furrowed; The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the surface of the river sprinkled on his face, as if it had painted a layer of gilt on his face.

Perhaps noticing that her husband was thoughtful, Yelu Yuluo turned her cheek, pressed it slightly against her expanded chest, and whispered her husband's breast name.

"Witch, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing ......"

Kuokuo looked at his wife and found that the woman in his arms was smiling brightly, like clouds and clouds, even more beautiful and delicate, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I'm thinking...... you've been married to me for ten years and have given birth to three children, but in my eyes, you're still the little girl you were back then. It seems that the Great Khan is right, the Great Immortal Heaven has not left a mark on your face after all. ”

As soon as he heard this, Yelu Yuluo's cheeks turned crimson, and his dark eyes glanced at him with a dripping whiteness.

"Look at you! How can I now learn the set of the Central Plains people, flamboyant. ”

The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled.

But soon, a look of pathos was enveloped in the face of the expanded outline, and he stretched out his hand to point into the distance.

"Yuluo, look over there, there is the Yema River, where I grew up, but now it's ......"

Speaking of this, the first general of the grassland, his voice choked unconsciously, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

Yelu Yuluo stroked and expanded.

"You ......, you miss your father again."

Expand the silhouette of the abrupt.

"Yes, I miss my father, and I never thought about anything when he was alive. But since my father left, this thousand-pound burden has fallen on my shoulders alone, and sometimes I am almost out of breath. The father is gone, the Great Khan is gone, and Eji is old...... I only hope that one day, I can take my father's ashes back to Mustang River, so that his old man can return to his roots. ”

At this moment, how he wished he could go back in time and go back to the days when his father was still around; It's a pity that time can't be turned back, and the road ahead still needs to be walked by himself.

"Witch, you still have me, and the children, if you believe me, we will definitely go back." Yelu Yuluo gently stroked the back of the expansion and listened quietly.

This time, it was replaced by Kuokuo lying in his wife's arms, muttering to himself.

"We ......, can we go back?"

"Yes, definitely."

At this moment, a knife suddenly crossed in the eyes of the expanded outline, and the cold words burst out from between the teeth like snow.

"Xiao-Chang-Ling! The immortal heaven is above, and the expansion of the oath here, this king in this life, swear to punish this fang! ”

The wind blows the north, the wind sweeps the desert, and the calm bottom of the river has long been surging undercurrent.

……

Late at night, the sky is full of stars, the stars are brilliant, and a crescent moon hangs high in the night sky.

In the harsh winter season, Shangjing is still as cold and lonely as ever, and it is as cold as ever. Especially after nightfall, the hazy moonlight covers this solemn imperial capital in all directions, and also covers the majestic palace inlaid in the deepest part of the imperial city.

In the dark night, there was a beam of blue light, as if there was a ghostly fire flickering in the galaxy, with a murderous aura that intended to take people's lives; The night owl wailed and screamed, and the pure black wingtips swept through the floating clouds under the remnant blue moonlight, dispersing a few clusters of iron-green mist, condensing on the top of the treetops, like yin qi floating, unpredictable.

The night was deep, and the Chengqian Palace was dark.

Far away in the sky, the moonlight flows, along the dark blue sky, spread down endlessly, outlining the soft outline of the Chengqian Palace, but also set off a kind of "courtyard deep lock in the autumn" atmosphere.

After nightfall, the Chengqian Palace of the noble concubine is extremely quiet.

In the back garden of Chengqian Palace, there is a palace room with vermilion tile and purple beams, which is distinctive; Here, is Xie Wanxin's chaise bath - "Begonia Soup".

At this time, the incense box and vasive flowers have already been placed in the bathing palace, burning ambergris, burning the lotus torch, for a while the cigarette smoke is thick, the candle flame is swaying, and the jade steps are reflected brightly; The four stone pillars standing next to the warm soup pond are solid and lush, high and not high, the stone pillar carving is exquisite, the dragon and phoenix unicorn carved on it seem to swim in the sea, and it seems to soar in the sky...... The warm soup in the pool is gushing and flowing, and on the spring, the mist on the water surface is steaming, and it is impossible to tell where is the clouds and where is the fairyland......

At this time, Mingyu slowly removed Xie Wanxin's clothes, revealing a snow-white skin. Although the smooth jade body of the concubine is gently wrapped in a layer of tulle, but between the half-concealment and half-concealment, the spring light under the veil is still looming, and there are traces to follow:

The naked slender waist and jade back, the clotted ice muscles that are blown and broken, the graceful posture of the weak willow supporting the wind, and the beautiful ten thousand strands of green silk, showing the charm one by one; Such a beauty, don't say that men, even if a woman sees it, she can't help but feel a sense of pity when she sees it, no wonder that today's son and His Royal Highness King Qin will be in love with her at the same time, and even do not hesitate to turn against her brother.

Xie Wanxin stepped into the pool, and the moment she poked out her jade toes, she felt that the water temperature was suitable, so she immersed her entire jade foot in the water until the water overflowed her waist, and the lower half of her body was completely deep into the warm soup.

Hot spring water slippery wash cream.

It's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

Rose petals are sprinkled in the water, and when the water ripples, the fragrance of flowers immediately overflows.

The petals floated on the water, and as long as Xie Wan's heart moved slightly, the petals also fluttered. She soaked in the water for a moment, stirring the hot spring water with her hands, the delicate and soft wattles, gently gliding over her jade-like skin, feeling that this warm soup was really wonderful, and the skin became more and more slippery after touching it.

The hot spring rushed out of the ripples, soaking the naked Xie Wan's heart so that she forgot her troubles and obsessions; She slowly closed her eyes and leaned lazily on the edge of the pool, frowning and closing her eyes alone, enjoying this rare comfort and tranquility.

Xie Wanxin lay quietly in the water, her soft thoughts were like spring water that had just melted in a river, as if she had returned to her girlhood:

At that time, she was wearing a snow-white skirt, waist-length hair, wide Yunxiu, a long skirt, and a pair of clear eyes like pearls in the West Sea......

She is the most beautiful woman in the entire Great Zhou Empire, and the most dazzling pearl of the entire dynasty; Looking back on the past, at the age of fifteen, with a girl's heart, with a beautiful vision of the white-clothed gentleman and the great love in her heart, she finally met her on the bank of the Jade Belt River on that day, how lucky she was to meet the man who made her love for half her life......

Suddenly, I saw a handsome man in white riding a horse in the mist, raising a large white cloud; The white clothes that won the snow, the tall posture, the cold and arrogant expression, and the pair of bright cold eyes, came into the depths of Xie Wanxin's eyes, just like the brightest boy in the capital back then, the white-clothed general who was undefeated in the middle of the country.

A gust of wind hit, and Xiao Changling smiled. With a high-pitched roar, he was dressed in white, and in the blink of an eye, he galloped out with people and horses, and disappeared at the end of the vast sea of clouds......

No one knows where he goes, maybe it is him who passes by the wind, he is the wind breath, he is the one who raises the whip on the horse, he is the one who is rushing outside the plug, he is the one who roars and sings, he is the one who laughs and scolds, he is the one who raises his eyebrows proudly, he is the one who loses his eyes, he is the one who speculates about the rumors, he is the one who is honest and frank, the seven emotions and six desires, the ups and downs of the tide, all of them.

- Freshly clothed angry horse boy.

After a long time, Xie Wanxin slowly opened her eyes, her eyebrows were still picturesque, and she still looked like a flower and moon, but she no longer had the innocence of a girl, and she added a trace of melancholy.

While concentrating, two lines of clear tears flowed down both sides of Xie Wanxin's cheeks. But she didn't wipe it, and since she became a concubine, she has sincerely liked this salty taste.

She is no longer the Miss Xie Si of the year; Now she is just the concubine of the Great Zhou Tianzi, a poor woman trapped in the deep palace.

"Jiro ......"