Eastern Palace Chapter 27: Change (7)

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Although the conditions are harsh, it is not difficult to resist not asking the three words "why". I immediately nodded and agreed. Gu Xiaowu seemed to hesitate, thinking for a moment before saying: "A long, long time ago, there was a Zixu country, in this Zixu country, there was a young girl..."

"Is she born beautiful? Is she good-looking?" I couldn't wait to ask, "Can you ride a horse?"

He smiled: "She was born beautiful, very beautiful, and can also ride horses. When a girl from Zixu Country rides a horse, she wears a hat, which is a hat with a veil on her head. This day, this girl rides on the street. , But the wind blew her hat down... A young man picked up her hat and gave it back to her. Although the young man only met with this girl, he agreed to each other To marry is to get married."

I like the beginning of this story. I asked: "Is that young man handsome? Is he worthy of a pretty girl?"

He said, "I don’t know whether he is handsome or not, but this young man is the son of the general, very brave and good at fighting. They agreed that soon after his life, the young man received the order to expedition, so he led the soldiers to fight. The girl was waiting for him at home, waiting, waiting, waiting for several years, but the son did not come back. The girl’s family members all persuaded the girl to marry someone else soon, after all, the daughter’s age, If the delay continues, I’m afraid it will not be easy to marry. The girl insisted on waiting and kept waiting. Who knew that the frontier finally came back with a letter. It turns out that the son has been killed in battle."

He stopped when he talked about it, and I asked anxiously: "What about the girl? She knows the son is dead, what can I do?"

"The girl is very sad, but she is puzzled in her heart. The son is superb martial arts, also good at reading military books, and has been out for many years. After countless large and small wars, how could he be caught in the ambush of the enemy and be easily ambushed by the enemy. What about the murder? The girl locked herself in the room for ten days and ten nights, and finally made up her mind to find out the truth of this matter. But she is a girl with no power and no power in her hands, although the family is in front of her An official, but he didn’t have that great ability to do such things. At this time, the king of the Zixu country issued an edict to select the concubine. This girl was born beautiful, so she volunteered to enter the palace. She became the king’s concubine. She was gentle and quick-minded. The king loved her very much, and her position in the harem gradually became prominent. So she made friends with officials and used the power of others to verify the war a few years ago. , I want to know what caused the son to die in the battlefield. Later, she gradually gained some clues, knowing that the son was actually not caught in an ambush by the enemy, but was framed and killed by her own people. She followed these clues and wanted The investigation continued, but found that this matter was related to the queen.

"The queen is not afraid of her for a day or two anymore, because the king loves her too much, and now the girl wants to find out the real cause of the death of the son. If the king knows these things, maybe the queen will not be a queen. At this time This girl gave birth to a prince for the king, and the queen ordered people to put a chronic poison in a nourishing soup.

"The girl drank the poisoned decoction and slowly became weak and dying. Before she died, she hoped that the cause of the son's death could be publicized, but it was too late. The queen sent someone to put her under house arrest, saying that she had tuberculosis. , Forbid anyone to see her again, and take away the newly born little prince..."

I was very nervous and asked, "Does the queen want to kill the little prince?" Gu Xiaowu looked as usual and shook his head: "The queen will not kill the little prince. The queen has no children, so she will kill the little prince. Raising up and teaching him skills, the little prince regarded the queen as his biological mother, but the little prince never knew that his biological mother was killed by the queen. Later...the little prince finally learned the truth. , But he couldn’t help it. He was still young, and the queen was very powerful. He couldn’t beat her. At this time, the king hesitated because he was not only the little prince and one son, but he also had other princes. The princes hesitated and didn’t know who would pass the throne to in the future. The other princes were eager to try in secret. They all knew that the little prince was not the queen’s biological son, and the queen also had a heart attack on the little prince... But in the end, the king appointed the little prince as the prince. Because in Zixu, there are very few princes who can live over 30 years old. They are either secretly killed or deposed and claustrophobic by their father. There are also princes who die for this purpose. Seize the opportunity, so I simply murdered the father to rebel... Some people succeeded, some failed, the successful person became the king, and finally died, the failed person failed to become the king, and finally died... The East Palace is actually a flood The palace of blood..."

Speaking of this, Gu Xiaowu suddenly started in a daze, and I stared at him blankly. This story is not fun at all, it is not at all like the stories I have heard before. But I don’t know why, I didn’t interrupt Gu Xiaowu. After a while, he continued to tell me the story in that plain tone: "Although he became the prince, the little prince’s life was not easy. The queen was on guard against him; the king also posed a problem for the little prince. The king said, since you are the prince, you should set an example for the people of the world. The king sent the little prince to a place and let him complete one. Something that is almost impossible to accomplish..."

"This little prince is really poor." I chased him and asked, "What the **** does the king want him to do?"

"Not anymore." Gu Xiaowu patted the saddle and lay down again with a comfortable face, "sleeping."

I am furious, how can I fall asleep with such a headless story? I said: "I didn't ask why, why didn't you talk about it?"

Gu Xiaowu said: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. If you don't have it, what else will you say?"

He turned over and turned his back to me. I only saw his shoulder blades. Although covered with sheepskin, the night wind was very cold, so he shrank his shoulders, as if he was asleep.

I pulled the leather mattress under my chin and covered it warmly, thinking: This Gu Xiaowu looks heartless, and telling stories is even more annoying. But looking at the way he fell asleep, it was really pitiful—the little prince in the story he told didn't have a mother, nor did he have a mother. People who didn't have a mother were pitiful of course. I just have to think about it, if I don't have a mother, I would almost shed tears.

I fell asleep in a daze, probably because I heard the story before going to bed. In my dream, I dreamed of the little prince. He was still very young, really young, only about three or four years old. He squatted there and cried, and he shrank his shoulder blades like a wounded little beast. Just like one time after it snowed, I saw a wounded little fox in a trap dug by a hunter. That little fox was like this, shrank into a ball, looking at me only with wet black eyes, full of guard, but with a faint timidity. Its shoulder bones are shrunk, and its sharp, pointed mouth is hidden under its claws, and the snow is lingering on the ground. I have infinite pity for it in my heart, and I can't help but reach out and want to pull it. Unexpectedly, when it raised its head, it turned out to be Gu Xiaowu. I was shocked. I only felt strange in my heart, and I woke up immediately. At this time, the sky was almost bright, the oblique moon was sinking to the west, the stars were dim, and the bonfire was gradually extinguished, and the night seemed to be more intense. On the grassland, the two thousand horses slept deeply, only the patrolling sentry, still walking around. The grass blades beside my face were already full of cool dew, and the dew fell on my face, so I licked it with my tongue, it was sweet. I rolled over and fell asleep again.

At dawn the next day we pulled out of the camp and got up and walked east for another five or six days. Finally we met the wandering horse sent out by the Turks, and we were overjoyed when we heard that the king of Da Shanyu was nearby. I am also very happy in my heart, because I will see Aon soon. It's just that the two thousand riders that the Central Plains escorted us, but they were inconvenient to stay in the Turkic border, and they had to leave immediately.

He lost very much admiration for this team of the Central Plains, saying that they have strict military discipline, act fast, and are brave in battle. They are rare heroes. He lost them again and sent them far, and I also sent them west along with the loss. In the afternoon, the sun was shining. Gu Xiaowu lowered his eyebrows on the saddle, and seemed to be dozing lazily. I said, "Hey, you are going back, and bring a message to my father, saying that I am safely in Turkic."

Gu Xiaowu said: "That also depends on whether I will go to Wangcheng to sell tea."

I said: "You don't go back to sell tea, but where are you going?"

He smiled, but didn't answer me. At this time, the people in the Central Plains had gone far, and he waved at me, and ran after him.

I covered my forehead with my hand, and the grassland was endless. After a long time, I could still see him catching up with the team and waved at us. Gradually it went farther, like mustard dust between the vast world, subtle, no longer distinguishable. I looked at his back and remembered the story he told me yesterday, but I was lost.

Suddenly someone behind me gave a "chuck" smile, and I turned my head back. It turned out to be a loss. He stood behind me, and I asked him angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

He lost nodded, but shook his head again, still smiling and said to me: "Little princess, let's go back soon."

I was so happy when I saw Aon, I forgot all my troubles.

I haven't seen him in a year, and Aweng prefers me even more, letting me go crazy. Heshi's arm was injured, and Aon was worried about me getting into trouble, so he told Heshi's sister to follow me all day long. My lost sister is about the same age as me. My favorite is to call her name: "Adu! Adu!" It's like calling a little bird, she really looks like a little bird, no matter where I am, as long as I call, she will appear immediately Before my eyes, it was as light and flexible as a bird flapping its wings.

What I didn't expect was that the King of the Moon had sent an envoy, wanting Aweng to speak to the marriage. Awung didn’t let the messenger get in, so he sent someone to the Yueshi King’s messenger and said, “Although the little princess is not our Turkic princess, her mother is Da Shanyu’s daughter. Da Shanyu regards the little princess as himself. Like her granddaughter, she is only willing to marry her to the hero of the world. If your king wants to marry the little princess, please ask him to come to the account in person and fight with the Turkic warriors, as long as he can catch that in Tiangen Mountain With a blank eye on the wolf king, Da Shanyu married the little princess. This is Da Shanyu’s decree. Even if he is the little princess’s father, the lord of Xiliang, he is willing to follow Da Shanyu’s arrangements."

The messenger of King Moon touched such a nail and left angrily.

The decree of Tiergeda Da Shanyu spread throughout the grassland. Everyone knew that if they wanted to marry the little princess of Xiliang, they had to kill the white-eyed wolf king. Legend has it that there are thousands of wolves in Tiangen Mountain, but only one white-eyed wolf is the king. Like humans, wolves succumb to the strongest king. The white-eyed wolf king's whole body is dark and black, except that there is a circle of white hair on his left eye, which seems to be painted with horse milk, white and white. It is said that such a wolf is not a wolf at all, but a demon. The wolf pack is terrible on the grassland, and the white-eyed wolf king is even more terrifying. Small groups of cavalry and shepherds are very dangerous when they encounter the White-eyed Wolf King, because it will lead tens of thousands of wolves to fight against people, and then eat cleanly with people and horses. I once thought that the White-eyed Wolf King was a legend, the story told by Grandma. After all, no one had ever seen the White-eyed Wolf King with his own eyes, but everyone vowed to say that the Wolf King was really on the Tiangen Mountain and commanded hundreds of thousands. Wolf.

King Yueshi was inspired by Da Shanyu, and it is said that he personally took people into Tiangen Mountain to find the White-eyed Wolf King. What if he really killed the White-eyed Wolf King? I don't want to marry that old man. But no one can kill the white-eyed wolf king. All Turkic people think so, and all people on the grassland think so. Although the Yueshi king brought people into the mountains mightily, it is not always possible to meet the white-eyed wolf king. The wolf king, because no one has really seen the white-eyed wolf king, it only lives in the legend. When I think of this, I feel comforted. King Yue’s is old and weak, with a radius of a few hundred li in Tiangenshan, and a strange stone beast. Maybe he will fall off his horse, so he can’t move, so I don’t have to marry. Him.

My days in Turke are more happy and happy than in Xiliang. I go with Adu every day, either hunting or catching birds. Turkic women married early, and Adu had reached the age when he could sing. Sometimes someone sang songs all night outside her tent and it made me unable to sleep. But no one came to sing to me. I think those people might also know that if they want to marry me they have to kill the White-eyed Wolf King. Even for the warriors on the grassland, this is a difficult subject.

I don’t think it’s because I don’t look pretty that no one will sing to me.

I was sleeping in a tent that day when I suddenly heard a loud noise outside, as if the camp had blown up. I got up and shouted "Adu" loudly. She hurriedly opened the curtain of the tent and walked in. I asked her: "What's the matter? An accident?"

Adu was also at a loss. I think she is just like me. She doesn't know what happened. At this time, A Weng sent someone over and bowed to salute us: "Da Shan Yu Chuan, the little princess, go to the tent."

"Is it going to fight?" I asked a little anxiously. Last time, the emissary of King Yueshi went home sullenly. With King Yueshi's temperament, it is difficult to give up. King Yue’s was forced to find the White-eyed Wolf King, but who could find the White-eyed Wolf King? This is clearly Da Shanyu-the trap that A Weng, who loves me the most, gave to King Yueshi. If the Yueshi king becomes angry and suddenly understands, maybe he will fight the Turks. If the Yueshi fights with the Turks, then it is really a bad thing for the entire Western Regions. Although Turkic is the strongest power in the Western Regions, dominating Mobei, and its territory extends to the extreme east coast, Yueshi is also one of the largest powers in the Western Regions. Even if it is not as strong as the Turks, the National Power Committee is not weak.

Furthermore, the short-term peace of the Western Regions for more than a decade has allowed unimpeded commercial roads, and the city has gradually become prosperous. Just like our Xiliang, if there were no commercial roads, there would be no prosperity today. If there is another war, maybe all of this will cease to exist.

I took Adu and hurriedly walked to the outside of the king's account. The big account of Dadanyu was called the king's account. It was made of countless cowhide and covered with gorgeous floral decorations. The snow-white account An auspicious sentence with blessings is written, and the golden powder on the check mark is illuminated by the sun after autumn, and the strokes are so bright that people can hardly read it. Those golden shadows are reflected on the ground, and every sentence is a blessing to heaven. In that brilliant golden light, I squinted at the familiar and unfamiliar figure in front of the tent. Although he wore a robe commonly seen in Xiliang, this man was nothing like us Xiliang. He turned his head and smiled at me. Sure enough, this person is not from Xiliang, but from Central Plains.

Gu Xiaowu, the merchant who sells tea.

I couldn't help asking him: "What are you doing?"

"Marry you."

I looked at him dumbfounded, and after a long while, I smiled and asked him: "Hey, are you here to sell tea again?"

Gu Xiaowu no longer answered, but slowly fiddled with things on the ground with his toes.

When I saw something like that, my jaw was about to fall off.

It's a giant wolf with black fur all over, almost twice as big as an ordinary wolf. It looks like a pony. Even though it has died stiff, it still stares at its eyes, as if ready to swallow people at any time. It only has a circle of white hair on its left eye, as if it was painted with horse milk, white and white. I rubbed my eyes and froze for a while, then squatted down again and plucked a piece of hair on his left eye. The hair was white from head to tip, not painted, it was really white.

At this time, the king's account was already full of Turkic nobles. They looked at this bizarrely huge wolf corpse in silence. A bold child rushed up, plucking out the hair from its eyes, and facing Look at the sun, then shout: "It's white! It's white!"