So Jiao'e is called Erlang
The white clouds are lingering, the green grass is green, and the wind blows, setting off bursts of blue ripples.
The sky seems to have been carefully washed, and the blue is refreshing.
The air is filled with the unique fragrance of the grassland after the rain, which is refreshing.
At the end of the sky is a line that blends blue and green, soft and light.
In the boundless blue color wriggled in clusters of white like cotton balls - three or five rough grassland warriors riding horses, waving long whips in their hands and shouting loud horns drove the sheep away.
Suddenly, a menacing team rushed out from the depths of the grassland, and the dull sound of horse hooves came from afar.
A straddled warrior dressed in animal skins took the lead: wearing a broad brimmed forehead, a beard, feet staring at the saddle, leaning forward and straddling the horse, pulling the reins with one hand and frequently waving the whip. There was joy and anxiety in his eyes.
"Drive!" The leading man dismounted his horse and neighed, widening the distance from the dark crowd behind him again.
The horse's long mane and the man's loose black hair fluttered in the wind together, one person and one horse showing a wild and uninhibited appearance.
Running towards him, he rode a few feet out and dismounted, and knelt down on one knee.
The man reined in the reins, and the warriors who came after him stopped behind him, none of them overstepped half a step.
"What's the matter?" The man's voice was like a bell, full of energy.
"Reporting the sweat, Ke Dun is about to give birth!"
The black horse is like an arrow from the string, and with a swoosh, it swept past the kneeling person and ran forward.
There were still three days left until the day the witch doctor deduced. He led his troops and used the fastest speed to quell the rebel group, but it was still too late to drive back day and night.
The man ran unimpeded all the way to the outside of the tent before jumping off the horse. The prairie people gathered outside the tent all knelt down on one knee and pressed their right hand into their heart: "See the big sweat."
Only six people just bowed and saluted, shouting, "Khan."
There were screams of pain from the tent, and the man's eyes showed a delicate care that did not match his appearance. When he came to the tent, he was blocked by the witch doctor: "Khan, Madam is giving birth, you can't go in."
The man's eyes twitched, and his gaze turned into a sharp sword in an instant.
The witch doctor shivered and stepped aside, the man snorted coldly and stepped into the tent.
A loud cry came, and the man rushed to the side of the bed: "Sister, how are you?"
The woman twitched the corners of her mouth hard when she saw the person coming, and her black temples were wet with sweat and stuck to her face. Her face was also extremely pale, but her clear eyes shone with an aura that could not be concealed by weakness, and the woman called out in a low voice, "Profuse sweat." Only those two words revealed a gentleness that did not belong to the grasslands.
The man was tall and simply knelt on one knee by the bed to hold the woman's face, clumsily wiping the sweat on her face. Rough fingers contrasted with delicate skin: "I'm back late."
"Khan, is it a son or a daughter?"
The man just glanced at it lightly and replied, "It's my son, our first son."
The woman burst into a relieved smile and closed her eyes weakly. The man first breathed in surprise before he felt relieved, and pulled the animal skin blanket for her.
Granny Wen shivered as she bathed the baby, thinking: It's obviously a girl, why do you say it's a boy
After taking care of it, Granny Wen wrapped the baby and handed it to the man. She met the latter's stern gaze, and she was scared and bowed her head and retreated to the side.
The man held the swaddle with one hand and took a look, then wrapped the baby's lower body firmly with the animal skin, exposing only the delicate and flat chest. The baby cried uncontrollably from the animal skin on his father's body.
"Witch Doctor!"
The witch doctor held a one-foot-long golden needle and knelt in front of the man: "The villain is here."
"Thorn Wolf King."
"Yes."
The baby's cry was louder and louder, and the chest was quickly covered with blood beads. There was a trace of pity in the man's eyes. Although the tattoo branded on the baby's body is a must for the grassland people, he is inevitably distressed when he is a new father, but he just clumsily coaxed: "The grassland warrior bleeds without tears, and is not allowed to cry. ."
How can a little baby understand his father's language? The cry grew louder.
Fortunately, after half an hour, the wolf king tattoo was finally completed. The witch doctor grabbed a handful of grass and ash and sprinkled it on the baby's chest, and the blood quickly stopped.
The man glanced at Granny Wen: "You are serving Ketun in the tent. After a while, Ben Khan will send someone to take you back to the south."
As if receiving a pardon, the old woman knelt down on the ground: "Thank you, King!"
The man walked out of the tent with the baby in his arms, and looked around without a trace to see everyone's expressions. He held the baby high above his head, and his big hands tightly hugged the animal skin around the baby's waist: "This is the first son of Furong and Ben Khan! Ben Khan announced that Furong was officially canonized as a plough supporter and abolished. A marriage with the Tuba tribe!"
All the warriors wearing knives on the periphery knelt on the ground and shouted: "Congratulations to the sweat!"
Two of the six men in the front nodded with a smile, while the expressions of the remaining four were different. A man with gray beard came out: "Khan, although she gave birth to a prince, she is a foreigner and a southerner. The princess of Tuba has the most noble grassland blood, why not..."
The man interrupted: "Uncle Babu is doubting Ben Khan's bloodline?"
"No, no, no, it's just that I support the marriage alliance between the Plough Division and the Tuba Division at the will of the gods, and I am afraid that I will abolish the marriage alliance with the Tuba Division."
The man sneered: "Isn't my uncle getting old? If the Tuba tribe dares to be dissatisfied, Ben Khan will personally lead the warriors to pacify them!"
"But we can't break our oath..."
"Uncle is right, because the girl is from the south, Ben Khan temporarily named her as his wife according to the wishes of several uncles. Ben Khan also made an appointment with several uncles: If Furong can give birth to a prince before the wedding date, she will be sealed. For Ketun, did my uncle forget?"
"This… "
"Okay, then ask your uncle to inform the entire tribe on behalf of Furong's Ketun identity."
"… Yes."
Another elder stood up at the right time and said with a smile, "Did the Great Khan name the prince?"
The man smiled and replied in a completely different tone to the one before: "I've thought about it a lot, but I haven't decided yet."
The elder stroked his beard: "How about Agula?"
"Agula? Qiyan Agula? Good! Just listen to my uncle!" Agula means mountains in the language of the grasslands.
The man held the swaddle in front of his eyes, looked at the pink-carved baby and said to himself, "Although Dad had to raise you as a boy, Dad believes that even the daughter of Furong and I can still become a majestic mountain.
…
This piece of land is divided into two by the natural danger Luoshui, the northern Jing and the southern Wei.
The Wei country has abundant rain and fertile soil suitable for farming, so the farming system has been gradually formed for thousands of years.
The arid land of Jing Kingdom only grew weeds, and gradually evolved into a nomadic people.
There are three large tribes on the northern steppe, namely: Zhanli, Tuba, and Weike.
The three major tribes each occupy the most fertile grassland on the grassland, and the rest of the scattered small tribes choose their masters to depend on.
This rugged man with the baby is the contemporary king of the plough: Qiyan Sukhbaru, which means fierce tiger.
Prairie people call the people on the south bank of Luoshui: Nanren.
In the hearts of the prairie people, the 'Southerners' are weak and inferior races, and the royal family who thinks they have noble blood will never marry a woman from the south.
Qiyan Sukhbaru is a special Khan, which is related to his special experience in his youth.
When Sukhbaru was fourteen years old, his two uncles colluded with the other two tribes to overthrow the old Khan's throne.
Sukhbaru was escorted by loyal warriors of a hundred cavalry, and fled to the Wei State through Nandu Luoshui.
He came into contact with a completely different civilization there. The people of Wei State did not herd animals, and horses were actually a rarity for ordinary people! The ancestors of the Southerners have lived on a fixed land for generations, raising poultry in captivity and darning and farming.
Sukhbaru was taken in by a peasant family in the border village of Wei State and lived there for five years.
There is only one daughter under the lap of the peasant husband and wife, named Furong.
The town where they have lived for generations is called Furong Town, and these two words are just right for my daughter's home.
Sukhbaru, the exiled prince, is grateful to the farmers and his family, and he never hesitates to do farm work on weekdays. Coupled with his upright and simple prairie personality, he was deeply loved by the couple. At that time, the north and south sides were blocked by natural moths and there was no war, so the couple betrothed their daughter to Sukhbaru.
Unexpectedly, on the eve of the wedding, a group of foreigners suddenly broke into the village, and Sukhbaru left with them the next day.
Before leaving, he left Furong a wolf tooth necklace and said to her, "Sister, wait for the big brother to come back and marry you."
It turned out that in the past five years, the old khan king reorganized his old department and regained a few pieces of grassland on the edge, but he had not had time to lead the plow department to regain its glory, and his health was declining.
In the last coup, all the adult sons of the old Khan died in battle, and only the youngest son Sukhbaru was left out.
Qiyan Sukhbaru returned to the grassland to take over the throne from his father and buried the first Khan. It took another five years to lead the Plough Department back into the three major tribes.
The Tuba tribe was afraid of this young 'tiger', and took the initiative to cede three fertile pastures, and proposed that the two be married and repaired.
After discussing with the six important ministers, they agreed to the Tuba tribe's peace talks, but Sukhbaru missed his wife who had never been through the door in the south all the time.
At that time, Furong had become an out-and-out 'old girl', and the kind-hearted farmer couple also died of illness because they couldn't bear the gossip in the village.
Sukhbaru made a solemn vow at the grave that he would live up to Furong in this life and this life, so there was a previous scene.
Strangely, even though there is little contact between the north and the south, the prairie people have a deep-rooted prejudice against the 'southern'. The six high-ranking officials of Tuogu have high prestige and hold a lot of soldiers. For the sake of long-term planning, Sukhbaru can only aggrieve his daughter.
And he thought in his heart: he and his wife are still young and will have a son soon. At that time, it is not impossible to restore the identity of the daughter again. The grassland tribes are not as pedantic as the southerners, and the treatment of the daughter will not be worse than that of the son.
In this way, Qiyan Agula became the first contemporary prince of the Plough Department under the control of his father as soon as he was born, and was given the wolf king totem...