In the ninth year of Yonghe, the beginning of summer, everything is prosperous, and the shade of the trees is first dense.
The vast spring hunt hurriedly ended, and the emperor returned to Chang'an City. After a lapse of many days, the matter of ceding territory with the Xiongnu was mentioned again in the early court, and the attitudes of all the ministers changed significantly.
All the officials accompanying him said that they could not form alliances, and even those who had supported Wei Song in the past were very afraid of being implicated in the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason. The blood energy on the jade steps of the Hunting Palace has not yet dissipated, so everyone speaks loudly and has a firm attitude. However, the attitude of the courtiers who remained in the court changed completely, either rebuking the Xiongnu or keeping silent.
Looking up at the government and the opposition, no one dares to agree with the covenant.
The emperor put his eyes on the right head, and the imperial censor, who had returned to his position, came out of the queue and saluted. In a word, the situation is set.
The captain took orders, went to reject the Hun embassy, sent a small gift to condolence the prince's hard work, and immediately sent them away.
Yuwen Falcon sat alone behind the tent on the ground, looking at the distance in a trance.
For the first time in more than 20 years, he mustered up the courage to enter the king's tent and recommended himself. He thought that among his brothers, he was the most proficient in Chinese, and he would definitely impress the clan after returning from Daxia, but he didn't expect to be so embarrassed. Father Khan's reaction was not too intense. He held the bong with the green jade mouth, took a deep breath, and ordered him to step back.
Maybe Father Khan didn't put too much hope on him. After all, the Han general was right. He was the most unloved and useless prince.
Yuwen Falcon is far away, the sky and the earth are vast, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep appear, this is the scene of the grassland that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Since he was a child, his stature was thin and weak among the Huns. He couldn't ride a foal, and his ability to shoot arrows was in vain.
At that time, he often hid behind the tent, small and inconspicuous, and only one person had ever discovered him.
His eldest brother Yu Wenxiao leaned over, "Who are you and why are you here alone?"
"Yuwen Falcon," he got up in a panic, tears still on his face, "I'm your ninth younger brother, but I'm very bad... You shouldn't have any impression of me."
"I don't remember," Yu Wenxiao looked at him, "I didn't expect that we Xiongnu could also give birth to such a spiritual appearance."
Yuwen Falcon stared at him blankly, not knowing what to do. Yuwenxiao pulled him and sat down together again, "I just came back from the victory, and the clan is celebrating, why are you crying?"
He said it one by one, Yu Wenxiao smiled happily, and then said after a while, "What's the matter, you are not used for war on the Han people's side. It won't be long before the Daxia in the south is all ours. Now, you look very smart, if you can't ride a horse, why don't you just learn some Chinese and help me take care of the group of Han people?"
Sure.
At that time, Yu Wenxiao returned from a great victory, and the tents spread about his achievements in conquering the twelve counties of the three prefectures of Daxia in one fell swoop.
Yuwenxiao rubbed the top of his head fiercely, "Then wipe away the tears, our Xiongnu men are all made of iron, what do they look like crying!"
These words are etched into my heart. Even if Yuwenxiao died in battle five years later, and the horse leather was returned, he did not cry, but swallowed blood.
Yuwen Falcon looked around among the mourning crowd, Yu Wenxiao's body was tightly wrapped, and no trace could be seen. He wanted to go forward, but his father threw him away in a rage, turned around and cremated him, letting the ashes fly into the sky with the wind.
He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the gray-white dust rubbed between his fingers and dispersed, leaving nothing.
Eight years later, Yuwen Falcon finally learned the truth from a strange Han Chinese.
No wonder the recovered corpse looked like this. It turned out that his hero was covered in scars, his bones were half broken, his eyes were hollow, and his hero was not human.
It turned out that his hero was so unbearable before his death, it turned out that his hero had betrayed, it turned out that his hero... was so tortured.
his hero.
"Why are you here alone?"
Yuwen Falcon snapped back to his senses, turned his head to look, "Emperor..."
The man stood in front of him with a smile on his face, his face was the gentleness of Han people, "What's wrong with Your Royal Highness?"
"It's nothing." Yuwen Falcon pulled away his expression and stood up, "I recognize you, you are a distinguished guest of Father Khan."
The man smiled, "His Royal Highness is in a bad mood because the peace talks with Daxia failed?" He didn't wait for Yuwen Falcon to answer, Gu Zi continued, "I told Khan earlier that Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu were there. , This peace talk is destined to be impossible. Unfortunately, the Khan refused to listen to me and wanted to touch this nail, and I can't blame you, His Royal Highness."
"What do you mean?"
"Of course it's an attack."
Yuwen Falcon looked at him, "You are obviously Han."
"Yes, I'm a Han Chinese." The man smiled, "I wanted to come to discuss business with Khan, but it's a pity that Khan delayed for so long and sent His Royal Highness to negotiate with you. It seems that he didn't intend to agree to me."
"You're doing this... is it treason?" Yuwen Falcon asked.
"You can't say that," the man laughed. "It's just some means to achieve the goal, just a little exchange, it's good for each other, why not do it?"
"You also said that Father Khan doesn't plan to promise you," Yuwen Falcon has no intention of talking about it any more, "please think about it for yourself."
"Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu," the man said suddenly, "Has His Royal Highness the Prince seen these two people in Daxia?"
Yuwen Falcon stopped and looked up at him.
"It seems that you don't like these two very much either," the man smiled. "It's quite difficult to deal with, isn't it?"
"I don't feel anything about that doctor Censor. He seems to be gentle and has no real ability," Yuwen Falcon said, "and that Chu Mingyun..." He gritted his teeth slightly and didn't continue.
The man lowered his voice, "Don't you want to kill him?"
Yuwen Falcon was startled, a wildfire burned in his chest, the pain was uncontrollable, and he hated every word, "I want to."
Think, want to kill him.
That man paid the price, avenged his humiliation, and avenged his hero.
"Then go kill him."
Yuwen Falcon took a deep breath and tried to calm down a little, "It's useless for you to persuade me, Father Khan won't care about my words."
The man smiled lowly, "Khan is old, and he doesn't want to fight because he has no ambition." He paused, then stared at Yuwen Falcon and said, "But you are different, Your Royal Highness, you are still young."
Taiwei's mansion.
Chu Mingyun put down his chopsticks, held a cup of tea in his hands, and glanced at the people who were eating beside him.
"Du Yue," Chu Mingyun rarely called his name, "how do you think Su Shiyu treats me?"
"My cousin treats everyone very well." Du Yue stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs without thinking about being authentic.
"Which one asked others, I asked about me."
"Are you too embarrassed to ask?" Du Yue was going to snort coldly, but after meeting Chu Mingyun's gaze, he made a soft bend, he rubbed his nose, and said in a muffled voice, "I was just wondering if I Why didn't brother kill you when there were few people?"
"… "
Is this what he should say as his pharmacist
"How?" Chu Mingyun asked.
"Your character is too bad. My cousin has not touched you for so long. It seems that your cultivation is indeed high."
Chu Mingyun frowned slightly and did not answer.
Du Yue thought he didn't believe it, and seriously emphasized it to him, "Don't you really think that you are particularly ill-fated? I told you that if I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have thought about it many times..."
Chu Mingyun glanced at him, "What do you want?"
Du Yue's words were suddenly stuck in his throat. He glanced at Qin Zhao's empty seat beside him, and immediately coughed to change the subject, "It's nothing. Hmm... that... ah, by the way, why did you ask this?"
Chu Mingyun pressed his fingers to his chin, and when he heard the words, he slowly evoked a smile, "Because he is my sweetheart."
Du Yue accidentally threw the teacup to the ground.
The maid in blue hurriedly stepped forward to clean up and then backed away.
Du Yue scratched his head, suddenly had an epiphany, and pointed at him, "Damn it! Do you want me to call you cousin-in-law with the surname Chu! How can you be so crazy just to take advantage of me! Just give up and I will... "
Chu Mingyun looked at him with quiet eyes.
Du Yue slowly put down his hand, "You... you are not... "
Chu Mingyun smiled very lightly, "Why can't it be?"
Du Yue was in a trance for a while, then calmed down at the end, hesitantly said: "I'm serious, I think... you... it's better not to like my cousin... "
Chu Mingyun laughed slowly, "Why, I won't care about you if I rob him?"
"No." Du Yue stared at him seriously, "It's useless if you like him."
Du Yue laboriously organized his words, "It's not about you, it's my cousin. Cousin doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes anything. I haven't seen him show his liking, eating and playing since he was a child. It's like he is proficient in rhythm, but that's also because my aunt likes the qin, not my cousin himself." After being silent for a while, he frowned and said reluctantly, "It's like he seems very I like the way I look, but it's only because I'm blood relatives with him, if not, he probably wouldn't treat me so special..."
The so-called careless.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Chu Mingyun interrupted him.
"... He can't possibly like you." Du Yue said, "Just talking about the fact that you threw the jade pendant, it stands to reason that you shouldn't even think about entering the door of the Su family, but my cousin still seems to take you as a friend. , This is already very good. Really, this is enough, you better give up as soon as possible, otherwise you will definitely be sad. "
"Finished?" Chu Mingyun said casually.
"Yeah." Du Yue nodded.
"After that, continue to eat."
"Hey—?!" Du Yue was stunned, "What kind of reaction do you have? What do you think?"
"What do you think?" Chu Mingyun tilted his head slightly, looking at the green tea reflecting his eyes, and suddenly laughed softly, "Whether he has me in his heart and whether I have him in my heart are two different things."