In the black night sky, the stars are palpitatingly beautiful, and the pale silver light shines in the crescent sea below the mountain, reflecting countless blinking eyes. The grass by the lake is soft and the wind is gentle, as if whispering to a sleeping person. Countless tents spread out from around the Crescent Sea to the depths of the grassland. There were faint lights reflecting the stars on the sky, while more herdsmen's tents were dark and quiet, bathed in starlight.
Fan Xian's hand holding the cylinder froze slightly, and he watched the movement near the king's tent by the Crescent Sea without moving. It was not until a long time later that he put down the cylinder, bowed his head and knees, and fell into deep thought.
Xihu Shanyu walked into the small tent and did not come out after a long time. In the surrounding darkness, there should be experts from the Hu tribe guarding them, but the entire defense system is much looser than usual, and probably this Shan Yu doesn't want the experts of the royal court to get too close to the tent.
Who lives in that little tent? Fan Xian pursed his parched lips, feeling slightly depressed. This discovery may be a little weird, even weirder than Wei Wucheng's chance encounter, but Fan Xian didn't suspect anything—the barbarian would never imagine that someone could watch everything by the Crescent Sea from a high mountain.
This is not something that manpower can do. Science and technology are the primary productive forces. Fan Xian stroked the telescope with his fingers lightly, licked his lips, and did not leave, but waited quietly until Shan Yu came out of the tent.
Thirty years old, Xihu was wearing a thin cloak, but his saber was not by his side. After walking out of the tent, he turned his head and bowed slightly. Judging by his expression, he seemed unwilling to leave.
A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips.
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A few days later, the major commercial firms in the Central Plains began to bargain with the dignitaries and dignitaries in the royal court of Xihu for the relevant goods brought on this trip, and in order to wait for the figures who rushed over from the tents of the two sage kings, the time was delayed by two days. day.
Wang Ting showed his favor to these merchants for the sake of possible material import in the future, but this autumn sale itself is also a luxury fair with a huge amount. The princes and nobles of Xihu have the most abundant resources on the entire grassland. They don't know how many gold gems they have in their hands, and they use them to buy luxury goods in the Central Plains without blinking their eyes.
But even so, it took four or five days for the Central Plains merchants to sell all their stocks. During these four or five days, Mu Feng'er, on behalf of the Shazhou No. 1 Commercial Company, was also befriending the barbarians and earning a small amount of money. After Fan Xian simply performed his duties, he began to walk around the Crescent Sea, or to visit, or to be visited by others.
It has to be said that with his true identity, it was a very arrogant and even stupid behavior to make such a move in the center of Xihu Royal Court.
The center of his brows was pulled closer, the tip of his brows was glued up a little bit, his skin color changed slightly, but what remained unchanged was his still handsome face. So when he was walking on the meadows and sand dunes near the Crescent Sea, he would always be greeted by countless pairs of blazing and fiery gazes.
Although the women of the Hu nationality are not as open as the Central Plains people slandered, their attitude towards feelings and handsome men is definitely much more enthusiastic. If Fan Xian could show off the muscles hidden under his clothes, I believe this kind of enthusiasm would directly devour him like a fire in autumn.
It's just that he didn't want to develop an impossible affair in the Hu clan. He walked around Crescent Sea, just chatting with Wei Wucheng. Of course, no one knows whether there is any hidden idea in his subconscious to attract the attention of another person.
The conversation with Wei Wucheng went very well. This young man from Northern Qi probably stayed on the grassland for a long time. It was rare to meet such a good conversation partner as Fan Xian, so he came to talk to him from time to time. From the conversations in the past few days, Fan Xian gradually figured out some things, but in the last two days, maybe Wei Wucheng had received some kind of warning, and he seemed to pay more attention to his words. At the same time, Fan Xian also found that there were a few more pairs of attention around his body.
Fortunately, it didn't cause too many problems. The princes and nobles in the king's tent mainly focused on the businessmen and the forces behind the businessmen. Fan Xian, the little boy in the eyes of a barbarian, was not very eye-catching. . He still climbed up the steep lonely mountain on time every night, holding a telescope, spying on everything by the Crescent Sea.
In the middle of the night, Shan Yu didn't leave his king's tent and go to that small tent every day, but the frequency was particularly high. Fan Xian had already found out that the small tents behind Wang's tent were the residences of ordinary Hu tribe maidservants, so it was not surprising.
It's amazing why Shan Yu went there. Strangely, Fan Xian and Mu Fenger discovered that it was very difficult to get close to those small tents, and there were many people secretly protecting that small tent, isolating it from the world by the Crescent Sea.
After squatting for four nights in a row, Fan Xian became more and more convinced of his deduction, but he couldn't help but think a little bit ironically that the master on the grassland seemed to be too respectful.
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〖Chile River,
under the yin mountain,
The sky is like a dome,
Cover the four fields.
the sky is gray,
wild,
When the wind blows the grass, the cattle and sheep are low. 〗
"Does anyone know where Chilechuan is? Does Yinshan refer to the mountain behind Haizi?"
Many of the tents near the royal court have been withdrawn, and the area around Crescent Sea has become empty and quiet. Those herdsmen who live by water and grass have their own places to go. Without the goods brought by the merchants from the Central Plains, the leaders of the various tribes led their people home. The attraction of the royal court to them is still far less than the goods from the Central Plains to this day.
In a quiet tent, Wei Wucheng, who has been a nuclear collector in the inner warehouse of Xihu Royal Court for a year, held a piece of paper in his hand and asked his companions. It has been a year since they came to the grassland, and they helped Shan Yu handle political affairs, collect intelligence, and played an important role in the prosperity of the royal court. Now that the Qing army's autumn hunting has ended, the grassland is preparing for the arrival of the cold winter, and there is no major battle to prepare for, so Wei Wucheng began to make old mistakes.
"Do you think you are still going to the capital? Do you think you can still take the imperial examination?" A companion was obviously not in a good mood, and said mockingly: "When I have nothing to do all day long, I read poems and songs, and don't read them. See where this is."
Wei Wucheng was not annoyed either, he laughed and said: "This little poem was a gift from a friend, it described the scenery of the grassland very well, so I wrote it down, but I don't understand two of them very well."
These people tasted it carefully and found that this is indeed the case. This small poem is simple in words and sentences, but it is full of grandeur. It is really not something ordinary people can write.
In this way, the song "Day, Wild and Boundless" began to be remembered by people, and then spread to the hands of Hu people around the royal court, and was translated into Hu language, and began to be sung softly by Hu women wielding their whips.
The spread is not widespread, but rumors are better than a telescope, it has wings, and it is even more wonderful than Ye Liuyun's lightness.
A maidservant carrying a goat's milk urn heard it as she passed the tent. Standing outside the tent, she gently put down the pottery urn, stared blankly for a while, then wiped her milk-stained palm on her clothes.
Shan Yu also knew about this little poem that night, but he didn't pay much attention to it. A lord and king has too many things to consider, and he didn't think that this little poem could bring any problems. , asked a few casually, and learned that Wei Wucheng heard it from those businessmen, so he didn't care about it anymore.
Those merchants from the Central Plains had already left the royal court for three days, so they went to chase them back just for a small speech
Shan Yu didn't care much about this matter, so when he found out that the maid carrying the goat milk urn suddenly disappeared the next day, he was furious, as if someone had taken away a very important piece of his heart. treasure.
Fortunately, the maid left a letter telling him to be safe and not to be impatient, and she would return as soon as he went. Only then did Shan Yu stop the idea of sending cavalry to hunt down those Central Plains businessmen.
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The autumn grass grew bleakly in the prairie, covering the roads leading to all directions of Wang Ting. Of course, there were no roads on the prairie, and the horses trod a lot, and there were naturally roads.
Just when Wang Ting went to Qingzhou, it took more than a day to travel, and there was a large flat desert, which was extremely quiet, and the autumn sun was low, full of chilling intentions.
The woman dressed as a maid walked out of the long grass like this, and then she saw the young man opposite.
A young man with a smile on his face and deep disappointment in his eyes.
The young man looked at the woman whom he had not seen for three years, at her face, at her eyes that were still like a lake, no, clearer than the crescent sea, at her hands beside her, and said : "You're tanned."
Begonia Duoduo, who has been missing for more than two years, has now become an ordinary maid in the Xihu Royal Court. She looked at Fan Xian, but did not speak. In her clear eyes, she spoke silently.
Fan Xian stared into her eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you here for two days... Or, you've been waiting for me on the grassland for two years?"