The night was all around, and the snow was flying.
With a few loud rumblings, the market was closed, Yuanjue escorted Yaoying downstairs and boarded an inconspicuous felt cloth carriage.
Businessmen came out of the workshop one after another, crowded with people.
After the carriage walked halfway across the street, Xie Chong whispered, "Princess, someone is following us."
The felt cloth opened a slit, and Yaoying's voice came out: "First go around a few times before going back, send someone to follow us to see who is following us."
Xie Chong replied in a low voice, and pointed to the two guys in the caravan. They deal with Hu Shang every day and are already familiar with the path of the royal city.
The guy lowered his head and hat, and soon mixed into the bustling crowd.
The driver deliberately turned into an alleyway, made rounds and turns, detoured for a few miles, and threw off several tails.
The five senses of fate are keen, and he pays attention to the movements around him. His eyes look around in all directions, and he lowers his voice and says, "Everyone else is lost, and there is a Han man following us."
A slender jade hand painted with Xianyan Kodan held up the felt cloth. Yaoying seemed to be very interested in the Han people who followed them. She looked out, her eyes were bright, and asked, "Can you see who it is?"
Yuanjue opened her mouth a few times, and suddenly stuttered.
Today Yaoying met with several groups of people.
He couldn't understand Chinese, and he didn't know what they said. After being stunned for a while, the Han people who entered the room were all excited and frenzied. Woo cried out.
Yaoying treated them very politely. She stood up and returned the salute. She was graceful and dignified without losing her temper. Everyone in the room sat down, crying, laughing and laughing, talking and scolding for a while. Finally, Yaoying said a few words, and everyone got up immediately. He bowed to the east, his expression solemn and dignified.
Every time a group of people are sent away, Yaoying has to make up again. Just after the last group of people left, the market is about to close. She didn't have time to wash off her makeup, she only took off her hairpin and full head. Zhucui took off her precious long dress with light gauze and put on a light and warm long coat with round neck and small sleeves, her face was still heavy makeup.
When he was far away during the day, Yuanjue already felt that Yaoying had a bright face and did not dare to look directly. Now this face with bright makeup is close in front of him, with a beautiful smile, bright and unsurpassed, it is simply breathtaking, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, Quickly bow your head and recite the Buddha in your heart.
At this moment, he sincerely admires the Buddha's son. Facing such a temptation, the Buddha's son is actually sitting in his arms and is worthy of being their king!
Yaoying thought that Yuanjue didn't hear it clearly, and asked again: "Can you see who that person is?"
She said the words of the day today, and from time to time she had to raise her voice to make a solemn appearance to intimidate the wealthy, her voice sounded low and hoarse, not as delicate as usual.
Yuanjue's face was hot, her head buried low, she grabbed the animal skin water bag and carried it into the carriage, saying, "Princess drink some hot goat milk to moisten her throat."
Yaoying smiled, thanked him, took the water bag in her hand, and spoke so impassively all day that her throat was really uncomfortable.
Yuanjue coughed a few times, stabilized his mind, and said, "The Han man who followed us is very tall, and the princess met him today."
Yaoying's eyes lit up and she asked softly, "Is that the young man with the sword on his waist?"
Yuanjue's face crossed with surprise: "How did the princess know it was him?"
Most of the wealthy families that Yaoying met today were elderly people, some of whom had gray hair. When they saw the books and other items she brought from the Central Plains, they burst into tears. Obviously, they were from Hexi who were forced to move west to Gaochang when they were young. , and some are middle-aged people, there are very few young people, so Yuanjue remembers very clearly, the young man wearing the sword is the most noticeable, because he is arrogant and rebellious, refuses to take off the sword when saluting, and also Yelling at other old people.
From Yuanjue's point of view, the young man was provocative. If Yaoying hadn't signaled him to stand still, he would have drawn his sword long ago.
Will young people follow them, will they have bad intentions
Yuanjue subconsciously clenched his fists.
Yaoying took a mouthful of goat milk, which was really warm, and said, "I knew he would follow, don't worry, he is not a bad guy."
The sense of edge should be to relax the muscles.
Yaoying lowered her head and pondered.
The carriage drove through the long street, the wheels rolled through the thick snow, the crunch was long and long, and the night was thick, and it was almost time for curfew.
She estimated the time, put down the water bag, and whispered to Yuanjue: "Lead that young man into the alley, and I will have a few words with him."
Yuanjue whispered to the coachman, and the coachman raised his whip and drove the carriage to a narrow alley that was inaccessible to people. The young man did not know what to do, but he still followed them. When he followed the alley, Xie Chong left the team and quickly jumped over. A layer of snow covered the top of the wall, and several jumped behind the young man.
The carriage stopped.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran away.
Xie Chong came out of the corner, and the long knife swung horizontally, blocking his way out.
The young man's face changed slightly.
Yaoying opened the curtain and got off the carriage.
The young man looked back at her, with his chin raised high, his expression arrogant, his fingers resting on the sword around his waist, and he said coldly, "What does the princess want to do?"
An authentic Hexi Mandarin.
Yaoying burst out laughing.
The young man was stunned, his expression stiff, and after a while, his face became angry, and he shouted angrily: "What is the princess laughing at?"
Yaoying stopped her laughter, the corners of her brows and eyes were still full of laughter, her eyes wandered, and she carefully looked at the young man with a smile.
The young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall and tall figure, broad shoulders and a strong body, and there is no fat on his body. Like the children of the Gaochang noble family, his braided hair hangs down his back, but he does not wear a golden flower crown on his head. Wrapped in hair, brocade and splendid clothes, a variety of treasure belts, a long sword inlaid with gems around his waist, golden light from head to toe, dressed in a nondescript warrior dress.
She kept staring at the young man, his handsome face slowly turned red, his eyes were vigilant, and annoyed: "What are you looking at me for?!"
Yaoying smiled and bowed solemnly to the young man, saying with a serious face, "I admire Young Master Yang Gao Yi."
The young man's surname was Yang and his name was Yang Qian. Hearing the words, his eyes were dazed, and he said, "I don't understand what the princess is talking about."
Yaoying smiled.
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At this time, Yang Qian was just an unknown young man, but many years later, his name will spread throughout the Central Plains.
The mountains and rivers fell, and the Western Regions were isolated. This young man was born in the vast desert. He witnessed the oppression and bullying of his clan since he was a child. When he grew up, he was determined to lead the clan to recover the rivers and mountains and return to their homeland, but they were separated from Chang'an by thousands of miles. Haruka, if you want to return east, easier said than done
Everyone persuaded Yang Qian to put out this thought early, but he was not discouraged. While practicing martial arts diligently, he sold his wealth and secretly gathered people.
When he was 20 years old, Tan Mo Luojia died, and the Beirong people had no scruples, and began to massacre the tribes who refused to submit Road to help.
When they left, the people in the city brought the old and the young, pulled Yang Qian's sleeves, and wept loudly: "Yang Lang, when you arrive in Chang'an, ask the emperor of Chang'an, ask the ministers, do they still remember us, the people? !"
Twenty-year-old Yang Qian drew his sword in anger, cut off his long hair, and made an oath: I will never look back until Chang'an!
Yang Qian and his escorts have walked all their lives on this road back to the east.
From Gaochang to Chang'an, you have to cross the gravel-covered sea road, the boundless and barren quicksand Gobi, uninhabited grasslands, climb the towering snow-capped mountains, and pass through numerous checkpoints and several important towns where Beirong people are stationed.
Yang Qian and his party set out from Gaochang, and they lived a long life. Some people died of thirst, some people starved, some people died of exhaustion, some people died of illness, and more people died tragically under the sword of Beirong cavalry.
They did not look back and continued eastward.
In the end, this team eager to get reinforcements from Chang'an disappeared into the vast Gobi.
Years later, a Central Plains caravan that traded with Beirong people passed through Shazhou and found a dead bone among the quicksands. The merchant suddenly moved with kindness and wanted to bury the dead bone. He accidentally found a package that had not been corrupted next to the dead bone and opened it. Come on, inside is a ten thousand words book written on a cloth.
It was the cry and pleading of the people who lost the land to the Central Plains, every word was passionate, every word was weeping blood.
The dead bone in the quicksand is Yang Qian. He went through countless hardships, but he still failed to reach Chang'an safely and died alone in the desert.
Before his death, he left his name and last words on the Wanyanshu, praying that someone who saw the Wanyanshu would send the Wanyanshu to Chang'an on his behalf.
The young life is long gone, and the bones still crawling eastward.
If you don't reach Chang'an, you will never look back.
Except for Yang Qian, the others did not leave their names. Dozens of young people were buried in quicksand with no bones left.
They fulfilled their oath with their lives.
The businessman was so impressed that he asked someone to send Wanyanshu back to Chang'an.
In the end, this blood letter was finally delivered to the hands of the Supreme Being, and Yang Qian's wish was fulfilled after his death.
At that time, Zheng Jing was already prime minister, and he ordered the Wanyanshu to be released to the world, which shocked the world.
Yang Qian's name quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an City. The ministers in the DPRK and China expressed their opinions, and the common people also talked about it. The court and the public were indignant and asked the emperor to send troops to recover the homeland.
Unfortunately it's too late.
The Northern Rong grew, the Central Plains dynasty was full of contradictions, and it was unable to launch an expedition at all.
The ministers were eager to discuss the issue of sending troops, but in fact they were just attacking and scolding each other and excluding dissidents by taking advantage of Yang Qian's affairs.
Zheng Jing had no choice but to persuade the little emperor to posthumously seal Yang Qian and others as righteous persons, and issued an inspiring edict, and the matter of dispatching troops to reclaim the homeland north of Hexi was nothing to do with it.
A few years later, Bei Rong moved eastward, the Great Wei was overthrown, the country was destroyed, the family was destroyed, and the corpses were scattered everywhere.
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At this time, Gao Chang.
Yaoying smiled and stared at the heroic Yang Qian in front of her, filled with emotion.
She dared to come to Gaochang, not just to try her luck.
Whenever, wherever, when the mountains and rivers are broken, there will never be a shortage of heroes like Zhu’s ancestors, Xie Wuliang, and Yang Qian. They take saving the lives of the people as their own responsibility, throw their heads, pour their blood, see death as their home, and move forward bravely.
When she first arrived in Gaochang, she inquired about Yang Qian's personality, but she couldn't help laughing: Yang Qian's youthful spirit, fighting cocks and falcons, lingering in the wind and moon, accomplishing nothing, he is a well-known playboy.
Yaoying couldn't help but wonder: Could it be just the same name? Or is there someone else in the book that was buried in quicksand at the end
The wealthy family she asked Lao Qi to invite was selected after careful consideration. When she said that she would invite Yang Qian to come, Lao Qi firmly opposed: "Princess, Yang Qian is young, reckless and impulsive, and has nothing to do all day, such a person It's not worth making friends. I heard that a few days ago, he was jealous because of a maiko, and he also contradicted the clan elder, and was reprimanded by the clan elder."
Yaoying hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to meet Yang Qian first. After all, he was the only one who had the same name, surname, age, and happened to be a son of a prominent family in Hexi.
Anyway, that withered bone must have something to do with Yang Qian.
After seeing the person, Yaoying was sure that she was not looking for the wrong person.
The middle-aged people in the wealthy family all have awkward accents, and some white-haired old people have forgotten their local accents, but the youngest Yang Qian can speak authentic Hexi Mandarin, he is the dead bone buried in quicksand and still facing east .
Yaoying laughed at that time.
As soon as Yang Qian opened his mouth, he exposed all his thoughts, and even deliberately provoked her, tried her, and now followed her again, trying to find out her details.
As everyone knows, she has already decided that he will cooperate with her.
Because he is always looking forward to the early restoration of contact with the Central Plains Dynasty.
Yang Qian and Yaoying confronted each other and wanted to scare her, but she just smiled without saying a word, calm and calm, he was young, he couldn't hold his breath, he sneered, and said: "Princess Wen Zhao is about to die, and she will die. Enjoying leisurely here, Yang admires it!”
Yaoying chuckled lightly: "Young Master Yang, what's your answer?"
Yang Qian arrogantly said: "Princess Wenzhao thinks that the people you meet today are trustworthy? Let me tell you the truth, Princess Wenzhao, they swear to you, saying that their hearts are in Chang'an, and they look forward to returning to the East, crying like death. Like the old lady, I swore that I would not reveal your identity, but in fact, everyone is full of bad water, maybe someone has already gone to the palace to sue you."
Yaoying's face changed slightly and she asked, "What should Young Master Yang think I should do?"
Yang Qian raised his chin higher and said, "My ancestral home is Hexi, and my ancestors are all famous generals in Hexi. My grandfather was the commander of the capital of Hexi. Before he died, he told me not to forget my home country. When you are loyal to the Great Wei, you are the Princess of Great Wei, and you have lived in Gaochang, and you are lonely and lonely. As the son of the Yang family, I should take care of the princess."
He quietly puffed out his chest, making himself appear taller and stronger.
"Princess trust me, go to my Yang residence to avoid it first. I can assure the princess that no one dares to touch the princess with me!"
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other with different expressions.
A strange feeling suddenly surged in Yuanjue's heart, a little angry and a little uneasy: The princess is the king's modern girl, and it is not the young man's turn to meddle in his own business!
He looked towards Yaoying.
Yaoying was still smiling, she really did not see the wrong person, among the people she met today, the one who was most sincere to her was Yang Qian.
She smiled and asked, "Young Master Yang is not afraid of those people going to the palace to report on you?"
Yang Qian's waist straightened, and his fingers clenched the long sword: "I'm not afraid of them! My family and Yuchi's family are life friends. Even if they sue the king, I can keep the princess."
Yaoying looked up at the sky and said, "Young Master Yang is right, there are people in the Zhao family, Yang family, and Zhang family who have their hearts on the Central Plains, and naturally there are people who go to Beirong. They may not all be trustworthy. I met them and told them. My identity, there must be some of them who want to take the opportunity to please Mrs. Yina... "
Yang Qian had a proud look on his face.
Yao Ying's words suddenly changed, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, "Young Master Yang, how do you think you should deal with those perfidious people?"
Yang Qian was stunned.