When the moon rose in the middle of the sky, the game was over, and the final winner was Meng He, a young man around twenty years old, and the other was Su He, who was originally satisfied that he only wanted to win three times, but under the guidance of Song Wan'er, he won the gold cup, and the joy was on his face, of course, this was inseparable from his wisdom and wisdom. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Agudammu presented the golden cup to the two, Meng He took the golden cup, poured a full glass of wine, walked to a woman and knelt down on one foot, "To the mother who gave birth to me and raised me, you are the real warrior." ”

The grassland was jubilant, applause was like thunder, the Mongols were the most filial, Meng He's actions deeply infected everyone, and many young people knelt down to offer wine to their mothers.

Su He also poured a glass of wine, his face flushed, and after everyone calmed down, he said loudly: "The children of the desert all worship Bata Chihan as their ancestors, and only we worship swans as ancestors, so we were bullied by all ethnic groups, and it was not changed until the gods gave us the Jibuchu River." “

There was a calm on the field, and everyone actually listened to the child's words, "What is Su He talking about? Song Wan'er was puzzled.

He said that the Mongols worshipped the ancestors of the wolf and the white deer, while their people worshipped the swans as their ancestors, so they were oppressed. ”

Su He saw that everyone listened to him carefully, and his confidence was even stronger, "Mother gave us body to sing freely and dance happily, Mother gave us cattle and sheep so that we could have enough food and multiply, Mother wanted us to live happily, when we saw that our cattle and sheep were sick, she sent a mage to treat us, and when she saw us being oppressed, she sent a sparrow to sing for us." ”

"Jibchu River!" shouted everyone in the audience.

Song Wan'er didn't know why, so she also shouted.

"When we were harassed by wolves, we sent Song Wan'er and Nangong Shaoyou, so, the mother is to let us be free and happy, not to let us abandon the cattle and sheep and sacrifice our lives, life is given by the mother, the cattle and sheep are given by the mother, how can it be given away in vain, so, it is a monster, it is not a god, God will not be like this, we have to destroy it!"

"Catch him!" shouted an elder.

Immediately rushed up, several people grabbed Su He, "Crush it to the lake." Muren said.

As soon as Song Wan'er stood up, she immediately stopped Nangong Shaoyou, "Each clan has its own taboo, Su He has violated the taboo and will be punished, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere." ”

"What did he do?"

"I don't know. ”

Muren and the elders knelt down to worship to the west, more than 500 people knelt together on the grassland, and after praying, Muren and several elders walked into the tent with a solemn expression, and the first day of celebration ended hastily.

Early the next morning, Song Wan'er pulled Nangong Shaoyou and ran to the lake, only to see Su He kneeling there, facing the lake, and forming a circle with unknown hay beside him.

"I can't imagine that King Wen of Zhou's painting is still in Mongolia, and the people here are really pure. Nangong Shaoyou said with a smile.

"Su He, have you knelt all night? I'll go get milk tea and mutton for you. Song Wan'er said pitifully.

Su He glanced at her, smiled slightly, did not answer, and then a trace of melancholy flashed on his face.

"Sister, they are not allowed to eat, drink, or speak when they are punished. ”

"They're too cruel. ”

"In the past, Master didn't punish me and Feifei like this. ”

Song Wan'er couldn't help laughing, "It shouldn't be punished for too long, right?"

Nangong Shaoyou said with a smile: "It doesn't seem to be, at most starve him for a few days, there is a lot of dew on the grassland, and he is thirsty and immortal." ”

Since it is the clan rule of the Yilut tribe, the two of them are not easy to say, and in the evening, the next day's celebration began again, and it was not affected by Su He, of course, how could a teenager affect more than 500 people.

The fireflies were full of wildflowers on the grassland, Tana stood beside the wildflowers and sang, although she was nearly sixty years old, her singing voice was clear, like a girl, although Song Wan'er couldn't understand the lyrics, she also felt a girl's heart, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Her singing voice is so beautiful, the meaning of the lyrics is a beautiful Mongolian girl, who loves to dance and sing, as white as a swan, and as beautiful as a flower, she loves all the people of the Yilut tribe, but everyone does not know which man she loves, and she must love the warriors of the steppe, and only the brave are worthy of her beauty and kindness. ”

After singing the song, the song was very cheerful, but many people bowed their heads and wept, "I think the young man is secretly sad that he can't get the favor of that beautiful girl." Nangong Shaoyou quipped.

"The Yilut people have been passed down for hundreds of years, our ancestors are the heroes of the desert, we were once strong, but unfortunately later because of water and grass, because of war, because of natural disasters, there are more than 200 people left, all ethnic groups in the desert look down on us, Genghis Khan never naturalized us, my mother knew our suffering, sent the Jibuchu River, when she was born, a hundred birds sang for her, flowers bloomed for her, a pair of swans were parked on the dome where she was born, how bright her eyes were, how kind her heart was. Muren said loudly.

At this moment, a flock of birds flew out of nowhere, stopped on the wild flowers and sang, and everyone listened attentively, and their faces were joyful.

Muren continued: " She grew up under the moisture of dew, the birds were her friends, the flowers were her companions, the children of Yirut were her relatives, every day we watched her beautiful dance, washed away the fatigue of the day, listened to her gentle singing and fell asleep peacefully, at the age of sixteen, her face gradually lost her smile, since then the sky of Yirut has lost its brilliance, dazzling jewels, fragrant wildflowers, sweet wine, and singing birds, can not let her smile, everyone lives in the haze, finally one day, the smile reappeared on her face, she said that she was worried about the livelihood of her people, and now she has found a solution, since then, she has never appeared in Yirut again, there are more cattle and sheep in YirutThere were more jewels, more wine, the lost people returned, the reward of the Great Khan of Ögedei arrived, and the dancing and singing of the Jibchu River were presented in the palace of the Great Khan and the Prince. ”

Nangong Shaoyou translated Mu Ren's words to Song Wan'er, "It turns out that Jibu Chu River dedicated itself to the Mongol emperor, so Yilut prospered. ”

"What kind of beauty is the Gibchu River? I would love to see her. ”

"She should be as beautiful as a swan, sister, and if we go to the Mongol Emperor, find a way to get her out. ”

"Thank you, Nangong Shaoyou. Nangong Shaoyou's ears heard a pleasant word, and then a gentle song sounded on the grassland, like the chirping of a swan, and the birds on the wildflowers also sang along.

Next to the campfire, on the edge of the flowers, a girl in white appeared, I saw a warm smile on her face, her eyes were as clear as a lake, the white clothes were flying, the real dance momentum was scattered with the wind, the song was like a chime rhyme and quiet, a thousand times to go to the section to fill in the lyrics, the delicate eyes were like waves into the sideburns.

More than 500 people on the grassland were fascinated, with a peaceful smile on their faces, and one person ran from the lake, it was Su He, he slowly walked into the crowd, whether it was the elder or Muren, they all ignored him, and who could take their eyes off the girl at this moment.

"Shaoyou, she is Concubine Ling, she is Amur. Song Wan'er said.

"No, she is the Jibuchu River, Amur's eyes are seductive, and can hook a man's heart, and this girl, her face is full of peace and childishness, without worldly pollution, you see how clear her eyes are, she is clearly an ignorant child. ”

Song Wan'er smiled, "Then your heart was also taken away by Amur?"

"Of course not. ”

The white skirt slowly drooped, the birds quietly left, the girl disappeared with the wind, and the field was silent, everyone was immersed in the song, which was really lingering.

"The Djibchu River is back. Su He said in a low voice.

The voice was so low that only he could hear it, but at this moment it was like thunder, more than five hundred people suddenly cheered, everyone jumped into the hall and danced unwillingly, the feast did not end until late at night, Su He returned to the lake hay circle, in which there was a bowl of milk tea, and a large piece of mutton.

"Jibchuhe, you really came back. Su He's tears dripped into the milk tea.

There were two crisp laughs outside the tent, and a faint fragrance wafted in, Nangong Shaoyou tossed and turned, and immediately jumped up, flew out of the tent, and a white shadow in front of him floated forward.

Leaving the tent, the girl turned her face and looked at him with a smile, "Who do you say I am?"

"Are you the Jibchu River?"

"Why am I not Concubine Ling, nor am I Amur?"

"Amur and Concubine Antelope are playthings in the hands of those in power, like snakes and scorpions. ”

The girl's face showed displeasure, and the moonlight gently soothed her angry face.

"In the eyes of the people, the Jibuchu River is like a lotus flower, pure and beautiful, and no one dares to hold it in their hands. ”

"What about in your heart?"

"In my heart she has joy and joy, she is smart but would rather be like a child, no, she is like a child, she is angry, she is coquettish, she is vexatious, she laughs like a fool because of a piece of candy, but the people let her be a princess, but she obviously does not want to be a princess. ”

Ji Bu Chuhe looked at the man in front of him blankly, "Nangong Shaoyou, you sit down." ”

Nangong Shaoyou sat on the grass, and suddenly felt a soft and silky Qian's back leaning on his back, for some reason, he actually moved forward gently, with a trace of resistance, and then sat down safely.

"That year, our cattle and sheep were all sick, one by one died, Muren Khan and several elders ran around and could not find a cure, watching the description of the people withering day by day, my singing and dancing could not arouse the smiles on their faces, that night, I cried by the lake, praying to God, tears dripped in the lake, and the fish swam to the surface, as if to comfort me, and the birds did not sleep, and accompanied me. ”