In the blink of an eye, two days passed, but there was nothing to do, this morning Ning Jiaer sent two sets of Nanzhao's extremely gorgeous characteristic costumes, saying that they were to be worn to participate in the festival at night, and before leaving, they did not forget to joke about the indefinite, and said coquettishly: "Brother Yan, you have to dress up in good spirits, don't let me lose face in front of the tiger people." "It's shameful and ashamed to say that Yan Wuji.

In the evening, through the window, he saw that the men, women, and children in Taihe City were all dressed in bright costumes, holding torches in their hands, rushing out in the same direction.

"Come down, Brother Yan, come with me to the grand event!" Feng Jiayi stood on the street and shouted to Yan Wuji, who was standing in front of the window.

When they descended the stairs, the leader of the guards, Ai Kexun, handed over two torches that had not yet been lit.

"What are your customs for this torch festival? Let's learn a little bit in advance, and don't break the rules again. He asked as he walked.

Feng Jia smiled and said: "It's just that everyone gets together to sing and dance, and there are some small activities such as wrestling and horse racing, and the two brothers can also join in the fun if they are interested, but when they finally disperse, they can throw the torch in their hands to the fire in the sky." ”

"What is the Heavenly Dome Fire?" asked indefinitely.

"Haha! ”

Yan Wuqi and the others followed Feng Jiayi for about two teas, and came to a wide river beach near Erhai Lake in the east of the city.

At this time, many people have gathered here, all of them are busy building wooden platforms, each wooden platform is boxy, about half a person high, and there is a triangular firewood pile on it, and people carry clay pots in their hands, and pour some flammable materials such as fire oil on the firewood.

Dozens of wooden platforms of one zhang in length and width are enclosed together, put together to form a large circle, there are three layers inside and outside, the center of the ring is a two-story huge wooden platform, on which an arc is built, like a wooden bridge, this should be the "heavenly dome fire" in Feng Jiayi's mouth.

After another two or three teas, I heard a dull ancient trumpet sound in the distance, and a sturdy man riveted his strength and shouted: "Mou~~Hey~~!"

This person's breath was strong, and he deliberately lengthened his voice, and his voice traveled very far until he arrived at Cangshan and had an echo.

The people on the river beach were immediately excited, shouting in unison: "Mou~hey~"

"Mu He" means "ignition" in Nanzhao dialect.

After hearing the command, the strong man guarding the wooden platform raised a torch and lit the firewood pile above, and for a moment the fire soared into the sky, reflecting the sky red, and illuminating the night sky brighter than the day.

"This is the Torch Festival!"

The surrounding people were singing and dancing happily, and the drums shook the sky, and Feng Jiayi had to raise his voice and shout loudly at Yan Wuji.

"Hahahaha! Interesting!" Yan Tian liked to be lively, and he had never seen such a spectacular scene, so he laughed twice and hurried towards the crowd, Feng Jiayi also dragged Wuji to follow, but before he reached the center of the circle, he was stopped by a Nanzhao girl he didn't know.

Ai Kexun was about to reprimand the girl, but Feng Jiayi hurriedly stopped him, shouting at the top of his voice, "It's not in the way!

"Please dance with us, prince!" said the girl, bowing and laughing, as she gathered her skirt.

"Okay!" the prince replied cheerfully, immediately twisted his waist, shook his shoulders, and danced the local custom dance.

"Brother Yan, come!" he warmly greeted Yan Wuji, who was looking up and looking for his junior brother.

I couldn't stand the pull of Nanzhao Grandma next to him, and I also joined the crowd, and jumped up with the same gourd, although he was not good at dancing, but his limbs were coordinated and his flexibility was excellent, and he also learned well.

"The king is coming!"

Someone in the distance was shouting excitedly, and the shouting spread ten, ten to hundred, and everyone took the initiative to stop, and gave way to a passage, allowing the people of Ge Luofeng to enter the inner circle.

Their family was highly respected by the people.

After taking his seat, Ge Luofeng took off his felt fur coat, waved his hand to the people, and signaled everyone to continue to be lively, he was just about to sit down, and a Nanzhao scout rushed over, shouting continuously: "There is an urgent matter at the border to return to the king!

When the scout got closer, he shouted: "Tubo Zanpu Trisong Dezan, send the Hundred Flowers Princess 5,000 slaves of the Bolu Kingdom as a gift for in-laws!"

The Tibetan envoy Zakma glanced at the scout meaningfully, pleased with his performance.

"Five thousand slaves!" whispered to the people below.

"This Tibetan Zampu is really generous, it seems that he is determined to marry our Baihua Princess. ”

"That's right! I heard that a few days ago he also sent a lot of cattle, sheep and grain to the king. ”

I have to say that Zakma used this trick really beautifully, on such a high-profile day today, so openly threw a luxury gift to come to the marriage, don't say that Ge Luofeng is not good to open his mouth to refuse, even the ordinary people of Nanzhao Kingdom are biased towards the Tubo side, and they all think that this is an excellent marriage.

Ge Luofeng's face was cloudy, it was originally a happy event, but when he thought of Ning Jia'er's stubborn temper, he was both happy and difficult, he called the scouts and asked in a low voice: "Where are the slaves sent by Tubo now?"

The scout replied, "We have crossed the border, and we are about to cross the Lancang River, and we are expected to reach Jianqiang tomorrow." ”

Ge Luofeng was worried about his daughter's affairs, and he didn't think much about it, so he casually responded and ordered the scout to go down.

At this time, Feng Jiayi and the others also came to Ge Luofeng's side, and asked him in a low voice, "What did your father just say?"

Feng Jiayi repeated the news just reported by the scout and the question of King Nanzhao in Chinese.

Yan Wuzhi said to himself: "Have you crossed the border? Do you want to cross the river?" He always felt that this matter was a little strange, but he couldn't understand what the problem was, and he fell into a trance for a while.

At this moment, Ning Jia'er took a step forward and said crisply: "I already have the person I like, and I have also made a vow with him in front of the Great Sage of Huanxi Heaven, and I will never marry anyone else!"

The "Joy of the Great Sage" in her mouth refers to the Joy Buddha in Tibetan Buddhism, who specializes in the love between men and women.

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt, Ge Luofeng, the Tubo envoy, and Meng Chongyi all widened their eyes and looked at her blankly, and the people of Nanzhao in the audience no longer whispered, and shouted as if they had fried a pot.

After a while, Ge Luofeng regained his strength and scolded Ning Jia'er sharply: "Hugh is too much in front of the people, don't go back quickly!"

"I'm not joking!" Ning Jia'er crossed her eyebrows and looked very determined.

"Who is Princess Hundred Flowers fancy, and why don't you see him come out?"

"Who has such a good fortune to be favored by the princess. ”

Seeing that the people were in a mess and everyone had different opinions, Meng Chongyi suddenly stood up and said loudly: "The tiger people of Nanzhao, everyone be quiet!

Everyone saw that Mr. Meng had something to say, and they were quiet in an instant, and Meng Chongyi said again: "My granddaughter is the descendant of the tiger god, so naturally she will not deceive everyone, since she said that she has a mother-in-law, then there is, but I have never heard her say it before, and I am also very curious as a grandfather, if that young man is at the scene, you might as well stand up so that everyone can congratulate you!"

Then he turned to face Ning Jia'er, as if waiting for her reply, but Ning Jia'er glanced at Yan Wuji.

"Call you. Feng Jiayi touched him with his elbow.

"Ah, who called me?" Yan Wuqi was thinking about things, and the other party spoke Nanzhao again, and he couldn't understand it, so he didn't care.

Feng Jia smiled at his sister and said, "My little sister has announced it, saying that you are her lover, waiting for you to reply." ”

Yan Wuzhi raised his head again and happened to meet Ning Jia'er's eager eyes, and thought: "I can't escape, just accompany her to finish the show." ”

Immediately jumped up, flew over everyone's heads, and landed in the center of the stands.

He flicked his skirt back, very sassy, and clenched his fists with his sword, and said loudly: "In Xiayan Wuji, he is a native of the Tang Dynasty, and he is in love with Princess Baihua, so he made an engagement without authorization, and I hope that all fathers and elders will be successful!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ning Jia'er again and smiled at her.

Ning Jia'er also smiled very sweetly, and secretly gave a thumbs up to Wuji, thinking, "This Yan brother is quite good!" and then translated what he just said in the Nanzhao dialect.

"It's him?" Meng Chongyi was suspicious.

He was not the only one who thought like this, Ge Luofeng was also deeply surprised, he was just about to ask the reason, only to hear a violent shout from beside him:

"No!"

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see Zakma glaring at Yan Wuji angrily, speaking Chinese not very proficiently, and said viciously: "Whoever the princess likes is her freedom, we will not object, but you are the only one!"

Yan Wuji looked at Zakma who had lost his mind with interest, and asked with a smile, "Why can't it be me?"

Zakma said in the Nanzhao dialect: "Everyone knows that Princess Baihua's biological mother died because of the Han people, how can Queen Quanxia know how to let her daughter marry a person from the Tang Kingdom?"

Although Yan Tianzong didn't know what he was talking about, seeing that everyone's faces were not good, it was not expected to be a good word, and shouted: "You old immortal! Senior brother and Princess Baihua, you are willing to do it, King Nanzhao didn't say anything, what are you arguing with an outsider!"

"Tang Guo's little bastard, you are looking for death!"

Zakma couldn't care much under the rage, and glanced at the Tibetan envoy who came with him, the strong man was more than six feet tall, and he took two steps majestically, and he stretched out his hand to beat Yan Tianzong, Tianzong sneered, and also put on a posture.

In this way, Ge Luofeng made it even more difficult, on the one hand, he was the Tibetan envoy who wanted to marry, and on the other hand, he was the Tang Dynasty guest who came to negotiate peace.

Zakma didn't mean to stop at all, and said arrogantly: "I heard that there is a wrestling competition in your country's torch festival, and this unsuccessful soldier under my command intends to cheer everyone up, and I also ask King Nanzhao for permission." ”

After he finished speaking, Yan Wuzhi snorted coldly, thinking: "What kind of soldier is this person, he is obviously a thousand-commander!"

Tibet was a slave dynasty, the state hierarchy is strict, it is also reflected in the clothing, the badges worn by the officials have clear regulations, a total of 12 grades, the first class of seer, the second class of gold, the third class of gold and silver, the fourth class of silver, the fifth class of bronze...... When he saw the small gold and silver box on his chest, he had a certain number in his heart, which was a symbol of the status of the commander.

But the situation has developed to this point, if you are timid at this time, your face is small, and the shame of Datang is great, and you can only bite the bullet.

He asked the sky indefinitely: "Be careful. ”

Yan Tianzong smiled, nodded, and said, "Look!"