The carriage continued to move forward in the snowy night for a while, and after about half an hour, Yang Linhao found that the carriage gradually stopped, so he opened the curtain and looked at it, only to see the carriage parked in a small village. At this time, the Tibetan uncle made a gesture to Yang Linhao to eat, and Yang Linhao said happily: "I happen to be hungry, Aunt Tang, let's come down and eat something first, this must be the uncle's relatives and friends." ”

Yang Linhao walked out of the carriage with Tang Qingmei in his arms, and the two walked into a house with the Tibetan uncle, only to see the Tibetan uncle and the owner of the house speak a few words of Tibetan, and a middle-aged Tibetan woman in the family walked into the kitchen. After a while, Yang Linhao smelled a mellow smell, it turned out to be the middle-aged Tibetan woman who came over with an iron kettle, and the Tibetan woman poured the drink in the pot into the bowl of Tang Qingmei, Yang Linhao, and Uncle Driving, Yang Linhao looked at it fixedly, and said to Tang Qingmei: "This beige drink is butter tea, right?"

Tang Qingmei nodded, sat down and bowed to the Tibetan woman. The Tibetan woman was more reserved, and after placing the iron kettle on the table, she went into the kitchen again. Yang Linhao served Tang Qingmei to drink butter tea, tasted it himself, and said, "It's a little salty, it's so fragrant!"

After a while, the Tibetan woman returned to the table, holding a plate of barley cakes in her left hand and a bowl of yak meat in her right hand. Tang Qingmei had no appetite due to physical discomfort, so she only ate a piece of barley cake and drank two bowls of butter tea, but Yang Linhao was unceremonious and ate a bowl of yak meat.

After Tang Qingmei, Yang Linhao, and Uncle Driver finished eating, the Tibetan woman wrapped the uneaten barley cake on the table and handed it to Yang Linhao, Yang Linhao smiled and accepted it happily. Yang Linhao said: "Aunt Tang, I'll go get a piece of silver." Tang Qingmei said in a low voice: "It should be." ”

Yang Linhao ran back to the car, walked back to the house with the money bag, and took out a silver ingot and handed it to the Tibetan woman. But the Tibetan woman pushed back again and again, Yang Linhao looked at the driving uncle, and the driving uncle walked to Yang Linhao's side, took the silver, put it in the Tibetan woman's hand, and said a few words to her, and then the driving uncle beckoned Tang Qingmei and Yang Linhao to continue their journey.

The carriage was still driven by the Tibetan uncle, Yang Linhao was still in the car with Tang Qingmei, perhaps the things in Tibet had some resistance to this ink-colored spider, Tang Qingmei felt a little more comfortable after drinking two bowls of butter tea, and her face also improved a little.

Yang Linhao said: "I have never been to Tibet before, thinking that they Tibetans are very barbaric and rude, but now I find that they are actually very sincere and kind. Tang Qingmei said with a smile: "No matter what kind of nationality, as long as it is ordinary people, I believe that there are still many good people, but if interests, power, and fame are involved, people's evil intentions will also come out." ”

Yang Linhao said: "Aunt Tang doesn't admire power at all, you don't take over as the head of Qinglu Palace, and you don't let the soldiers accompany you when you travel to Tibet." Tang Qingmei smiled bitterly: "Maybe I already have power, but I know that it is far less important than the true feelings in the world." The queen mother and the emperor's brother are also so noble, but the Liao State they care about collapsed, and they can't do anything except be sad. ”

Yang Linhao said: "Yes, so it's better not to be in the imperial court." Tang Qingmei couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Yang Linhao looked out the window and found that the snow was much smaller. After that, although the carriage passed through the road from time to time, but compared to before, it was really much smoother, and about three or four hours later, the Tibetan uncle took Tang Qingmei and Yang Linhao to the Qinghai Lake.

The Tibetan uncle stepped out of the carriage and searched for something by the lake. After a while, the Tibetan uncle brought back a few small red flowers and handed them to Yang Linhao. Yang Linhao understood what the Tibetan uncle meant, and immediately fed these small flowers to Tang Qingmei's mouth, and after Tang Qingmei chewed a few times, she swallowed the residue.

After a while, the cyanotic purple on Tang Qingmei's body gradually faded, and the Tibetan uncle picked a few more small flowers of the same red and let Yang Linhao take them with him. Then, the Tibetan uncle pulled the reins and pointed forward, Yang Linhao understood what he meant, smiled and nodded.

The Tibetan uncle drove the carriage on, and Yang Linhao accompanied Tang Qingmei in the carriage. After two hours, the morning sun gradually rose, and the Tibetan uncle took Tang Qingmei and Yang Linhao to a market town.

Yang Linhao helped Tang Qingmei get out of the carriage, and the two looked around, and found that this market town was indeed much shabby compared with those prosperous towns in the Central Plains. The Tibetan uncle pointed to the horse market ahead, Tang Qingmei and Yang Linhao looked at each other and smiled, Tang Qingmei said: "Linhao, let's go buy a good horse for our benefactor, so that he can go home early." Yang Linhao said: "That's nature." ”

Tang Qingmei, Yang Linhao and the Tibetan uncle came to the horse market, Tang Qingmei examined it repeatedly, picked a tall and sturdy yellow horse, and handed the seller twenty taels of silver. The seller, a young Tibetan girl, smiled and returned Tang Qingmei's five taels of silver. Yang Linhao said to Tang Qingmei: "Uncle Ye's horse was bought in Dali City, and it cost twenty taels, and I don't think it's as strong as this fifteen-tael horse." Tang Qingmei said with a smile: "It seems that the price of goods in Tibet is relatively low. ”

Tang Qingmei handed over the yellow horse to the benefactor in her heart, but the Tibetan uncle was really a little flattered, Tang Qingmei said: "Although you can't understand the Central Plains dialect, I still have to say 'safe all the way home'." Yang Linhao took out six ingots of silver and gave them to the Tibetan uncle, but the Tibetan uncle immediately got on his horse sideways and galloped away with a whip.

Tang Qingmei looked at this majestic and thick back and sighed: "I didn't expect that I almost lost my life when I first came to Tibet, but fortunately I met a good person." Yang Linhao said: "After running all night, Aunt Tang, let's find an inn to rest for a while." Tang Qingmei yawned and said, "Okay, I'm sleepy too." ”

Tang Qingmei and Yang Linhao walked dozens of steps and found that this town seemed to be an inn, so the two stayed in this inn. Tang Qingmei and Yang Linhao were both a little hungry, and this small inn did not have a shopkeeper similar to the Central Plains Inn, so Yang Linhao ran to the shopkeeper and made a gesture of eating with both hands, and the shopkeeper smiled and motioned for Yang Linhao to go back to the room and wait.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought two plates of barley fried noodles and two bowls of yogurt, Tang Qingmei ate very little the night before, she was already hungry, and Tang Qingmei would not have the slightest restraint in front of Yang Linhao, so Tang Qingmei immediately gobbled it up with Yang Linhao.

Yang Linhao said with a smile while eating fried noodles: "I didn't expect that the dignified princess of Xia Kingdom was actually a commoner. Tang Qingmei glanced at Yang Linhao and said with a smile: "You are not much better." Yang Linhao smiled: "My appearance is already ugly, and my cousin often talks about me." Aunt Tang, you should learn from my mother, not me. Tang Qingmei was amused and helpless, and said, "I can't talk about you." (To be continued.) )