"Sweat profusely..." Saidsan was startled in a cold sweat, and Huang Taiji was testing himself.
"Don't be nervous, Saisan, I know, you didn't hook up with Daming at all, so you only need to send Harizhula to Shengjing, which can eliminate Tiancong's suspicion of sweating profusely."
"Sweat profusely, but Haridula is now..."
"Sesan, don't worry about this. Hari Zula is not only your daughter, but also the daughter of Horqin. Tiancong Khan wants to marry her. This is not only your family affair, but also the entire Horqin affair." Auba frowned. Gradually unfolded, "I don’t believe Oba, and it’s the power of you and me. Nagle dare not submit... If he doesn’t obediently, even if we don’t go, the Cavalry of the Golden Kingdom will not spare it. he."
"Then... Please sweat profusely for everything."
"What did the Saisan brothers say? Horqin is everyone's Horqin, your daughter Hari Zula, for Horqin's covenant with the Golden Kingdom, and Horqin's future, marrying away to Shengjing, this is the entire Horqin business, yes A great event in Horqin."
Auba clenched his fists, "I, Horqin sweat, how can I stand by and watch... Brother Saisan, Jier Harang is the messenger of Tiancong sweat, I will catch the wind for him tonight, you go too, Horqin and Da Jin Nation is really getting closer and closer."
At this time, Sessan had no reason to object, "Sweat, I must go to Jierhalang to toast on time."
"Okay, okay, we'll see you at the dinner." Auba grinned, he gestured to Sessan and left.
The scale of the banquet was not large. Jirhalang brought ten ordinary soldiers. The status was too low. They were arranged by the entourage to the next hall. In the huge main hall, there were only three people: Zilhalang, Oba and Sessan.
Oba is the master, so naturally he took the main seat, with Cesan sitting on his left hand, and Zilhalang sitting on his right hand with a higher position.
Auba raised the three-goat green bottle cup: "Sessan, we will offer a glass to Lord Belle together. Hope this glass of wine can wash away the hard work and dust of Lord Belle along the way."
Sessan also raised the Sanyang Qingzun Cup with both hands.
Ji'erhalang held the same cup: "Thank you Dahan and Taiji for taking care of me, but this time I have been ordered by my family, and I hope I can live up to my mission."
He raised his neck and poured a large glass of mare cumin completely into his stomach.
"Definitely, surely." Oba also drank the wine of the toast. "Sisan has agreed. Originally, he planned to pick up the dust from Lord Belle at noon tomorrow, but he will rush to pick up Hari Zula tomorrow. It seems, this meal. The wine will wait until he comes back."
"Taiji is bothering, but taking the wind is second," Jierhalang said for himself again, "As long as I can accomplish the mission of profuse sweat, I will be satisfied, come, I respect both of you."
"Let's drink together, and I wish the good things success." Obala said to Seisan, and accompany Jier Harang to do it again.
Zirhalang took out a piece of parchment from his arms, the parchment was neatly folded, "Since Sesantaiji agrees, I am relieved, this is a gift from my family's sweat to Sesantaiji."
Ji'erhalang left the table, opened the parchment, held the parchment respectfully, and came to Saisan's seat.
Saissan quickly got up to take it, and took a peek: silver one thousand taels. He took a breath, and Huang Taiji made such a big gesture!
The Mongolian property is generally cows, horses and sheep, like Huang Taiji, who donate thousands of taels of silver at a time, it is true that not many.
Although Hari Zula is known as Horqin for her beauty and fairness, she has already been married and cannot receive a betrothal gift when she remarries. This thousand taels can only be regarded as a gift from Huang Taiji to Saisang.
Seysan was overjoyed. He had already known how many more daughters he had, and he would have made a fortune. With money, he can gather more people and strengthen the family.
"Césson is very grateful to Tiancong for his prowess, and I also thank Mr. Belle. This glass of marquee is regarded as my Céssanne and represents the commitment of the Bolzigits."
He didn't wait for Ji'erhalang to speak, the Sanyang Qingzun was already upside down.
"Haha, this time Lord Belle is relieved, come, Lord Belle, let's have a glass of reassurance." Auba toasted to Zirhalang.
"Okay, enjoy this cup!"
After a few glasses of wine, the business was over, and Auba leaned towards Zirhalang: "Master Belle, do you want to listen to Mongolian songs and dances? I was too busy in the afternoon to accompany Master Belle."
Seizan has already stated his position to his face, and Jierhalang is relieved, "Then Raooba will be sweating profusely."
"Where, where? Lord Baylor is my most honored guest in Horchin. It is my blessing to serve Lord Baylor. It is my blessing to Obama." Auba gave a high-five with both hands, and a group of singers and dancers came out from the back room, all dressed in various styles. Yingying's Caiyi, Yingying and Yanyan entered the hall.
The headed woman wore a short blue and white jacket and a rose-red dress on her lower body. She knelt down on one leg and saluted Obama.
Oba waved his hand, "Sorenga, do a good job for Lord Belle."
"Yes, sweating profusely." Solunga stood up and retreated to the front of the singer and dancer.
Under the leadership of Solunga, the nine women behind danced a cheerful Mongolian dance together. Solunga was in front of the nine, and she sang and danced:
"The beautiful Zarut grassland,
The mountains and rivers go to the grassland, and the clouds and mists circle around.
Good shepherds are children of the grassland,
The beautiful dark cloud girl is a flower in this grassland.
The larks sang around her,
The steed galloped for her.
The moving eyes light up the stars in the sky..."
Sorenga is as light as a colorful butterfly. Although there is no tune, she can fly up and down and rotate left and right. Her blue figures are everywhere in the hall.
Her singing voice is also graceful, clear and crisp enough to beat the larks on the grassland. The owner and guests are deeply attracted by her posture, her dance, and her voice.
The three of them temporarily stopped drinking and chatting, all clapped their hands, slapped Solunga, Zirhalang's eyes kept staring at Solunga's spinning body...
At the end of the song, the dancers began to offer their white hada to Ji'erhalang.
Oba winked at Solunga, and Solunga understood, and lowered his head slightly.
When the song started again, Sorenga rolled with her left and right feet and turned in front of Ji'erhalang. Her posture did not stop, but she was holding the wine jug and wine bottle.
Solunga was tumbling while pouring the wine in the air, but the kumiss did not spill a drop.
She put down the jug, held the wine bottle in both hands, and passed it to Jirhalang, with smiling eyes and scorching gaze, sweeping across Jirharang’s face, singing the Mongolian toast song in her round mouth. :
"Gold and silver cups are filled with wine,
Raise your hands over your head.
Stir-fried rice milk tea hand steak meat,
Drink enough today.
Honorable guest, please try it,
This wine is full-bodied and thick.
Let us reflect each other, forever,
Spend the spring and autumn together on this rich grassland..."
Ji'erhalang's heart was crisp, he took the bottle, his eyes still fixed on Sorenga's body and face.
The kumiss kept splashing on the ground, and when Jierhalang finally drank, he bumped the bottle on his chin. Most of the kumiss was spilled and fell on his leather robe.
"Hahaha..." At this moment, Obama laughed unscrupulously.
Ji'erhalang jumped out. He held the wine case in front of him with his left hand, and jumped to the center of the hall.
Sorenga was closer to him, and the charming dimple was right in front of him. As long as Ji'erhalang bowed his head, he could catch him.
Zirhalang did not do this. He took Solunga's little hand and danced with her. His rough voice seemed to accompany Solunga:
"In the sky of swan goose,
Right in a row.
The river is long,
Autumn grass yellow,
The sound of the piano on the grassland is sad.
…
Spring is warm on the grassland,
The swan goose faces the sky.
How far is the sky,
Drink dry and fill it up again,
I won’t be drunk tonight..."
After the end of the song, Solunga never sang and danced anymore. She was pulled by Zirhalang and sat beside her.
Solunga kept adding mare cumin to Jirhalang, while talking to Jirhalang, she laughed like a nightingale from time to time, with agile eyes, occasionally throwing a blank eye to Jirhalang, smiling intimacy. .
Without Solunga's singing, the nine dancers danced lifelessly, and Jierhalang never looked at the dancers in the field again.
Auba glanced at Seysan, Seysan understood, and nodded.
Oba handed over to Zirhalang: "Master Belle likes Sorengar's dance. I will take it back tonight and enjoy it slowly. Anyway, I don't have to get up early tomorrow."
Ji'erhalang would only giggle.
The Mongolian singers are equivalent to the domestic prostitutes raised by the Han people. If there are distinguished guests in the house, they will be responsible for the whole process, including the bed attendance. If the guests particularly like the singer and the host is generous enough, it’s okay. Take her away.
When Auba left, he especially told Sorenga: "You must be satisfied with Lord Belle's service."
"Yes, sweating profusely." Solunga's eyes drifted away from Ji'erhalang's body long ago, and her body and mind were all ready to serve Ji'erhalang.
Early the next morning, Sessan took a letter written by Oba Dahan and went to Ulduchi. Like Sessan, he was Taiji from a small tribe in Horqin. Harijura married his son. .
Near noon, Sessan finally rushed to the big tent of Ulduchi.
Hearing that Sessan was visiting, Ulduchi greeted him personally. He hugged Sessan and gave a man-like hug: "This morning the auspicious bird was calling outside the big tent. I knew I was going to be a distinguished guest. , In-law Weng is here."
Sessan lost the enthusiasm of the past, he just patted Ulduchi's back with his hands: "Go, let's go in and talk again."
"Yes, yes, go in and talk." Ulle Duchi welcomed Seisan into the big tent. "My family, why are you so preoccupied? Is there anything wrong with you?"
"I did have a problem," Cesan sat on the cane chair. "I don't know how to talk to my family."
"In-laws, you don't have to be polite, just tell me what's the matter!"
"My family, this is a letter written by Auba Khan, you will understand when you read it." Saisan took out a piece of kraft letter paper from his arms and handed it to Ulduchi.
Ulduchi opened the letter and read it. Before he finished reading it, he was like a cat with its tail stomped on, and exclaimed: "This is no good, in-laws, Hari Zula has been married to my house, and she is a woman of our family. She has given birth to three grandchildren in my family..."