Bewildering Yanran Mansion
Qi Yan only ate a few slices of mutton and stopped using chopsticks. Anujin ordered people to pour kumiss for Qi Yan several times, but Qi Yan politely declined. No matter how Anujin persuaded Qi Yan to drink alcohol, it was a soft-spoken refusal. Anujin felt like he was punching cotton, and it was very boring.
Regardless of Qi Yan, he ate the roasted whole sheep in front of himself. This banquet chose the first-class lambs, which were small in size and had a faint milky fragrance.
Anujin eats boldly, and soon the lamb in front of him has only the skeleton left, and kumiss drank two large dendrobiums.
With a "bang", Anujin threw the meat-cutting knife on the table, grabbed the clean cloth on the side and wiped his hands, patted his belly and burped with satisfaction.
At least this lamb weighs 30 pounds, and after removing the skeleton head and internal organs, there is at least 10 pounds of meat. In Qi Yan's memory, there are only a handful of people who can eat 10 pounds of meat in one meal. Those warriors are all one-to-one. Although appetite is not something to be proud of, it is proportional to strength. Looking at the explosive muscles that Anujin's soft armor can't cover, he must be a natural divine power.
Anujin raised his hand and pursed the beard on his lips: "How is the imperial envoy eating?"
Qi Yan: "Thank you for the hospitality, it's delicious."
Anujin: "Then go back and rest, no more."
Qi Yan got up, shook her sleeves and cupped her hands, "This official has an unkind request."
Anujin: "Go ahead."
Qi Yan: "I have heard for a long time that Luobei is rich in good horses. I wonder if Lord Nagus can let his subordinates take this official to visit the horse farm, and find a good-natured horse for me to ride once?"
Anujin laughed heartily for a while: "What's so difficult about this? Artudu, take him to visit the horse farm."
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During the two-hour banquet, Anujin didn't mention Concubine Ya, let alone Nangong Wang, who was troubled. Such an abnormality naturally attracted Qi Yan's attention.
Although she was in Anujan's territory, she wasn't sitting still.
Qi Yan turned to look at Attudu next to him: "Where is the horse farm?"
Atudu's Weiguo didn't speak well, so he raised his finger and pointed in one direction: "That."
Qi Yan: "Thank you."
The horse farm is located at the foot of Momo Mountain. From far away, you can hear the rumbling of hooves and the neighing of horses. When you walk into the fence, you can see the scene of thousands of horses galloping, as if the earth is trembling slightly. The scene is very shocking.
Behind the horses, there were several prairie people wearing animal skins waving their long whips to drive the horses. Qian Tong pulled out his sword and blocked in front of Qi Yan, watching the horses not far away vigilantly.
Qi Yan was much calmer. She could see such scenes almost every day when she was a child. Those prairie people who drove horses held a whistle whip, which was generally about ten feet long. A pair of bone fragments as thin as cicada wings are tied to the head, and the bone fragments will be damaged if handled improperly, and the whip will also be destroyed.
The whistle-whip only dances in the air and never hits the horse. It relies on the special sound when waving to drive the horses. The purpose of driving the horse is to maintain the vitality of the horse.
Qiyan Sukhbaru once told Qiyan that horses are the legs of grassland people, and they must be kept alive before they can go into battle at any time.
Now that the grasslands have been "unified" and there is no more war, why should such a large-scale horse drive be launched
Attudu ran to one of the horse drivers. The two didn't know what to say. The other party took out the bone whistle and blew it hard. All the horse drivers stopped their movements. Running on the grass field for a while, then gradually stopped and dispersed.
Adutu came back, took out a cloth bag from his arms and threw it to Qi Yan: "Pick a horse and ride."
Qi Yan nodded, and Qian Tong took the initiative to say, "Master, why don't you choose one for you?"
Qi Yan: "It's rare to come here. This scene of galloping horses can't be seen in the capital. You don't have to follow me. Take this opportunity to pick a good horse yourself."
Qian Tong: "But..."
Qi Yan: "Go."
Qian Tong: "Yes."
Qian Tong has been with Qi Yan since he was thirteen years old. He knows Qi Yan very well. This seemingly casual conversation is actually giving an order that cannot be violated.
Qi Yan went straight to the horse herd. Although these war horses had been domesticated, they were wary of unfamiliar smells. When they smelled the unfamiliar smell, they snorted a warning, and a few timid horses ran away.
Qi Yan was not in a hurry, and walked over slowly with light steps, Artu Du was watching from a distance and didn't mean to help.
The second time was the same: as soon as Qi Yan approached, the horses dispersed. Adutu laughed out loud, and the rest of the horse drivers were also watching the fun.
Qi Yan pretended not to notice and walked to the farther horse herd, but the result was still the same...
After repeating this several times, the prairie people who watched the lively discussion talked in prairie dialect, and stopped paying attention when they laughed enough, and Qi Yan had gone further and further.
She glanced back, Artudu had turned into a small dot.
Qi Yan walked towards the group of horses again. This time the group of horses did not spread out, and even a few horses that were startled turned a corner and ran back.
Qi Yan used the ability to communicate with the horse. In order not to attract the attention of others, she asked the other horses to walk away, leaving only a gentle old horse by her side.
Qi Yan untied the cloth bag that Atudu had given, grabbed a handful of corn and put it in the palm of his hand, and when the old horse finished eating, he patted its neck again.
The horse snorted with ease, and a long-lost smile bloomed on Qi Yan's face.
This smile is clean and sincere, and the smile is revealed from the bottom of her eyes. If Nangong Jingnu sees Qi Yan at this time, she will find that Qi Yan's previous smiles are all disguised.
Qi Yan asked the old horse a question, and after getting the answer, he went to the other horses. After asking several times, he roughly got the answer in his heart.
The old horse told Qi Yan: The horse farm has not driven horses for a long time, probably since the last time the grass turned yellow, it suddenly resumed driving horses.
Autumn came early on the grasslands, and the last time the grass turned yellow... It was at the end of July last year.
The other horses' answers were similar to those of the old horses. Several foals complained to Qi Yan that they were afraid of the whistle and were exhausted every time.
Qi Yan comforted them with a smile and fed them all the corn in the bag. The foal circled around Qi Yan happily.
Afterwards, these foals were claimed by their mother, Qi Yan watched the foals with her hands behind her back, and looked back at Qi Yan from time to time.
The curvature of Qi Yan's lips lingered for a long time, and the few horses who were looking at the distance flowed with warmth in their hearts.
There are very few people in this world who treat horses equally, but they don't know that horses are the most spiritual and the purest of all animals.
Although dogs are loyal, there are evil dogs but no evil horses.
There was only a four-year-old young horse left by Qi Yan's side. The horse's father died of illness, and the mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to the first litter. The mare and the pony in her belly were not saved. It's a solitary one left.
Qi Yan had no intention of choosing a mount, but seeing the pony looking at her expectantly with its wet black eyes and snorting in a pleasing manner, her heart softened again.
Qi Yan sighed, thinking of the passing fire.
Qi Yan: "If you follow me, you will leave the grassland and go to a strange place, have you thought about it?"
Ma'er lay on the ground with four hooves bent, and gave Qi Yan the answer with her actions.
Qi Yan was also moved by Ma'er's sincerity and stepped onto the horse's back.
A war horse only recognizes one master in its life, and when a man dies, the horse dies...
Zi Liuhuo sacrificed himself for the Savior, this is Qi Yan's second mount.
With a cheerful cry, the horse galloped with hooves, its long, thick, pure black mane fluttering in the wind.
The horse is the most spiritual. It is by no means blindly accepting the master just because Qi Yan can communicate with it. It can sense things at a deeper level, and knows that a running master of this level can easily control it.
Qi Yan smiled and looked around and saw that no one could see this side, so she let the horse run for a while. She hadn't ridden a horse for many years, and it felt like a breeze was blowing her face.
After a while, Qi Yan clamped the horse's belly, and the horse and the owner had a heart-to-heart connection and slowed down.
Qi Yan expressed his situation with logic that the horse could understand.
She noticed that the horse's two eyes were each surrounded by a narrow golden ring, and the whole body was black: "From now on, your name will be Jinhuanwu."
Qi Yan rode Jinhuanwu back to Attudu, and after a few feet away, Jinhuanwu began to shake his head, squeaking his nose in a very reluctant manner.
Qi Yan also pretended to be nervous, and smiled inwardly: Master of the mount class, this horse really has a destiny with him.
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Qi Yan rested for three days in Yanran's mansion. Although Anujin ordered food and drink to be served, he did not show up again.
Qi Yan asked Ding You to inquire about the situation.
Qi Yan thought about it and decided to take the initiative: she was on an order to pick up Ji Ya and the sick Nangong Wang back to Beijing, and the accompanying team had so many eyes staring at them but didn't even see the shadow of the main lord, which was unreasonable.
Anujin seemed to have expected Qi Yan to come. The guards at the gate did not ask or pass the information, but just held Qian Tong outside the door and led Qi Yan inwards.
Qi Yan followed behind him without saying a word, but his brain was thinking fast.
Since receiving the order from the masked man after a few years, everything around her has been strange, and what worries Qi Yan is that she can't predict what will happen next...
This feels very bad, like being beaten back to the years in the Valley of No Name, and once again becoming a chess piece in the hands of the masked man, with no choice or retreat.
When he came to the inner hall, Anujin asked him to step back, staring at Qi Yan's amber eyes, and asked, "Do people from Wei have such a pupil color?"
Qi Yan: "My eyes are not born, but caused by a disease."
Anujin was noncommittal, and turned to say: "Are you here to pick up Ji Ya or Nangong Wang?"
Qi Yan replied calmly: "There seems to be no conflict between the two."
Anujin snorted coldly, looking at Qi Yan with a pair of tiger eyes, as if trying to see through the person in front of him: "Jiya is not here."
Seeing that Qi Yan was speechless, Anujin continued: "She was in Ulan City. Before her death, her father Khan left a meadow for her, and she walked three hundred miles north from here."
Qi Yan frowned, since Erihe accepted the official position of the Wei court, Anujin could no longer call him "Father Khan".
I don't know if the other party is a slip of the tongue or intentional, if the latter...
Qi Yan's heart sank, but her first reaction was not how to get out, but how to quickly spread the news to Nangong Jingnu.