Journey to Seek Past Reincarnations Chapter 2: Prince A-Ra-B

He looks about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a white top and a pair of Persian-style bloomers, fair complexion, short chestnut-colored hair slightly curly, handsome face, a pair of light brown eyes With a full smile, there is a charming and sweet smile on the lips that are as soft as roses.

Deng Shen is actually a super cute little boy, completely overturning the giant image I imagined.

"You, are you a god, a ghost, or a demon?" I swallowed and calmed down slowly.

He smiled slightly, like a rose blooming, "Master, I am the lamp god, and you have lifted my seal."

Lamp... the lamp god? GOD! Is there really a lamp god?

I quickly recovered from the shock, and suddenly thought that it would be nice to have an obedient servant, and could I have everything I want? My heart suddenly became excited, I looked at him and said, "Then you have to listen to me for everything?"

"Yes, master, I belong to you."

"Okay, then let us leave this ghost place first."

"...I can't do it."

"What, mana is so weak?"

"I, I'm just a little god."

"Okay, let's make it simpler, and change it to something more delicious."

"I can't do this either."

"Then what do you know?!"

"I, I can't do anything..."

What? I stared at him and said angrily, "How dare you call him a **** even if you don't know anything?" How did this useless lamp **** get mixed up in the promising professional team of Shen?

Suddenly his eyes turned red, and he said in a low voice, "I don't want to be a god, but my father sealed me in this lamp because I was too useless."

The corner of my mouth twitched, "Staying in this lamp seems to be a good idea."

"No, since the master has lifted my seal, I will follow the master." He said firmly.

"I don't want it. Do you want me to walk around with a copper lamp every day." I immediately refused.

"I can be possessed by the owner's belongings, not necessarily on the lamp." He still looked determined.

"I——don't—want it." I rolled his eyes at him, he didn't have any spells, so I didn't want more trouble.

His eye circles became even redder, and suddenly he grabbed my sleeve and started to cry, he replied, "I want to follow the master, I want to follow the master..."

I suddenly felt very funny, how does this handsome guy look like a puppy...

"If I am abandoned by the master, I will definitely be sealed again by my father." He looked at me sadly with those beautiful big eyes that were rippling, with a very pitiful look.

No, my heart is about to soften again... Hold on, hold on... No way. I sighed helplessly and said, "What's your name?"

"It's called the lamp god."

"Please, this name doesn't suit you. Well, let's call you Xiaodeng."

"Xiaodeng, what a nice name, thank you master!" He immediately broke into a smile, and a small dimple immediately appeared on his lips.

How could I meet such a Djinn? However, if the lamp **** follows me for a while, won't the story of Aladdin and the magic lamp disappear? No, no, how could this little lamp in front of me be the magical lamp **** in Aladdin, it must not be the same god.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard the girl moan softly, and the little lamp disappeared immediately. I didn't bother to ask where he was possessed, and hurried over. The girl had already opened her eyes, and she reached out and gently took off the veil.

Does this count as an alluring appearance? Her forehead is white and delicate as if it came from Chinese ceramics, her eyebrows are curved like the crescent moon during Eid al-Adha, under her long and curved eyelashes are a pair of dark and moving big eyes, her ruddy mouth is like ripe Persian cherries, plump The protruding chest is like a dove about to fly.

"You are the girl just now, thank God, you are fine." She smiled and sat up.

"Just now, I'm sorry, if you didn't want to save me, you wouldn't have been swept here by quicksand." I said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, you don't look like a local, do you?" She looked at me.

My heart moved, isn't it just right to ask her where this is? "Excuse me, is it far from Baghdad?"

"Are you going to Baghdad?" She smiled and said, "This is the Ashham Desert south of Baghdad."

I breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, not far from Baghdad.

"By the way, judging by your appearance, could it be that you are from Datang?" She asked suddenly.

"Yes." I nodded.

Her expression brightened obviously, and she said: "There are many Tang people doing business in Baghdad, but most of them in Baghdad are men, and women from Datang are rarely seen." She paused, with a hint of sweetness on her face She laughed again, and said, "The people of Tang Dynasty are very good." She stood up while speaking, looked around, with a worried expression on her face, and said, "It seems that we are trapped here .”

"Don't worry, I have a solution." I smiled at her and said, "I learned some spells in Tang Dynasty, so it should be no problem to go out." After speaking, I took out the talisman and recited the incantation, The spell turned into a silver rod and fell into my hand. I took her hand and said softly, "Close your eyes."

The silver rod flew out and began to spin. The sand on the top of the head flew with the rotation of the silver rod and was sucked in continuously. Not long after, the sky above us suddenly became clear, and the silver rod flew back to my hand, leading us out of the sand cave.

The dust storm has stopped, and the desert is peaceful at this time. Looking up, the setting sun is no longer dazzling, and it hangs red in the sky. The scenario is completely two worlds.

"Are you okay?" I looked at her sideways.

She nodded, "In the name of God, I sincerely thank you for saving me."

"No need, if you didn't want to save me, you wouldn't be implicated by me."

"By the way, what's your name?" She looked at me with a smile.

"My name is Ye Yin, how about you?"

"My name is O'Reilly."

O'Reilly? The name seemed familiar, and I suddenly widened my eyes, O'Leary, isn't he the key person in this mission? It can't be such a coincidence, maybe they have the same name and surname?

"Ou Laiye—Princess?" I asked tentatively.

A look of surprise flashed across her face, "How do you know I'm a princess?"

I immediately jumped up, "Princess? Are you really a princess? The daughter of the current caliph?"

She obviously thought that I was surprised by her noble status, so she smiled, "I am a princess, but I still want to be friends with you."

It turns out that the girl in front of me is really O'Leye. It seems that since traveling through time and space, this is the first time that she has directly seen the client's previous life when she first arrived here. The luck this time is really good. But seeing how beautiful she is, has she already made a deal with the devil?

"I'd love to be friends with the princess, but why are you here?" Now, of course, I want to get as close as possible to her.

"I went to a neighboring country to do something for my father, but when I came back, I encountered a dust storm. All the attendants who followed me were swallowed up by the sand." She glanced ahead, "My father knows that I am coming back today , someone should be sent to pick me up, so don’t worry, someone will come soon.”

I am not surprised by what she said. Although the modern Arab women were put on a heavy shackle, but in the early days of the Abbasid dynasty, women enjoyed a lot of freedom, and upper-class noble women like Ouleyer were quite powerful in state affairs. Moreover, the girls of A-Ra-B also often went to the battlefield to command operations.

This situation continued until the end of the 10th century. Due to the excessive concubinage of men, the relaxation of gender morality, and excessive luxury, women's status plummeted; a common phenomenon.

While we were talking, suddenly dust billowed not far away, and yellow sand flew all over the sky. The national flag is waving in the wind in the yellow sand, with extraordinary momentum.

"Xiao Yin, that's great, look, my younger brother came to pick me up in person!" O'Leiye stood up excitedly, jumping and shouting there.

Brother? Since she is Princess Arabo, isn't her younger brother Prince Arabo?

In the blink of an eye, the team stopped in front of us.

"Harlan!" O'Leiye has already run forward.

The young man on the horse wore black kufi leaves with silver threads on his head, and a few strands of dark brown hair leaked out from under the kufi leaves, dancing gently in the wind. There is a silver belt around his waist, with a half-moon-shaped scimitar, and a pure black tight-fitting robe that shows his slender and perfect figure, like a vigorous cheetah ready to go, and his malt-colored complexion is even more impressive. It adds a bit of wild beauty, but his face is not purely Arab-Arab. His beautiful and deep features are somewhat delicate like Greek sculptures. Only those burning eyes The dark eyes reminded people of a proud eagle soaring over the desert.

Very suitable for the title of... Prince...

"My sister, are you all right?" he asked eagerly.

"I'm fine, Harlan." O'Leary seemed to like this little brother named Harlan very much.

"Thank God." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait, Harlan? Could it be Harun Rashid?

Harun Rashid, the fifth caliph of the Abbasid dynasty, his father was the Abbasid caliph Mahdi, and his mother was a slave girl from Greece. It is said that he was gifted and intelligent since he was a child, familiar with Islamic teachings and teaching methods, loved philosophy, poetry, and music, and possessed both civil and military skills. He led two expeditions to the Byzantine Empire, and the Byzantine regent Empress Elini was forced to beg and pay tribute. In recognition of his military exploits, his father bestowed the title of "Rashid" (that is, the upright) and made him the second crown prince. During the twenty-three years of his reign, the country was strong, its economy was prosperous, and its culture developed.

History and legends agree that the most glorious era of Baghdad was the era of Harun Rashid. No wonder he looks so handsome, so he can be regarded as a Eurasian mixed race. Judging by his age, he seems to be about the same age as me.

When I was looking at him, he also glanced at me, then turned to O'Leiye and said, "Sister, who is this ugly monster?"

"Bang!" A loud bang hit my head, ugly? Is he talking about me? There was a buzzing in my head, and I was a little dazed, ugly? Where am I looking ugly? Since his debut, he has never been called an ugly monster.

I, Shocked again... my self-confidence was seriously hit by this stinky Arab man...

"Harlan," O'Leary stopped him with his eyes, and said, "This time, she saved me. I will take her back to the palace."

"What?" He looked at me condescendingly and said, "Take her back?" He could see the reluctance on his face.

"Yes, I want to take her back." O'Leary smiled at me again, "Xiaoyin, would you like to go back with me?"

I nodded immediately, although this Prince Harlan is very unpleasant, but the task is important now, I must follow Princess O'Leye closely.

Olaiye turned over and got on the horse swiftly, and said to Harlan, "Harlan, you take Xiaoyin."

Harun looked at me proudly, and said: "Sister, you are not mistaken, I will not ride with ugly monsters."

"You're never finished, I don't look like an ugly monster!" I finally couldn't help but glared at him and said angrily, what kind of prince, I am.

He has always maintained that condescending posture, with a mocking smile on his lips, and said: "Where? I look ugly from head to toe."

This man is really, really awkward...

"You're not much better, you're covered in black like an owl." I replied in a low voice that only I could hear. If it wasn't for getting close to O'Leiye, I wouldn't bother to talk to him.

"Harlan, we have to hurry back to Baghdad." O'Leiye's face flashed a trace of impatience, she looked at the sky, and seemed a little anxious. I suddenly remembered the deal she made with the devil, every night she had to be melted down and recast, and when I thought about it, my scalp went numb. Harlan rode up to me, and before I could react, he grabbed me by the collar and lifted me onto the horse.

"Hey, why are you so rude!" I turned my head and said angrily.

"Sit still, ugly, thank God, you have the opportunity to ride with this prince." He flicked his whip, and the horse galloped away.

What a super arrogant, super hateful man! Patience, Ye Yin, you must resist the urge to punch him.

Light green camel thorns and dark green date palms stand straight on the yellow plain. As the horse's speed gradually slows down, the surrounding green gradually increases. The jujube trees were slowly connected to form a green wall, and the dazzling light and shadow reflected by the river water swayed and jumped out from the gaps in the wall from time to time, and some people wearing Arab costumes appeared on both sides.

The mysterious city of Baghdad is right in front of you.

In Arabic, the word "Baghdad" means "a gift from the gods". Baghdad, with a history of more than one thousand years, was just a village on the banks of the Tigris River before it became the capital.

The city wall of Baghdad is circular, also known as Tuancheng, which is divided into inner city and outer city, and there is also the Forbidden City in the city. The three walls centered on the caliph's palace, surrounded by palaces and pavilions of the royal family and prominent figures.

After entering the city, I looked around. The city is full of Arab-style buildings, row upon row, magnificently decorated. People wearing costumes from different countries hurriedly shuttled among the bustling shops. Due to the popularity of Persian culture at that time, many men and women wore Persian costumes, and the veiled girls were all kinds of styles. Occasionally, I saw a few businessmen in Tang suits. Dressed up Chinese man.

The royal palace is in the very center of Baghdad. The whole palace is built with the best marble. On the green dome stands a statue of a knight holding a spear. The city gate is decorated with exquisitely carved flowers, plants and animal patterns. Glazed glass, glistening in the sun. The most amazing thing is that the gate of the palace is covered with gold, no wonder this palace is also known as the "Golden Palace" in history.

Walking into the palace, there is a large European-style fountain in the palace courtyard. There are all kinds of exotic flowers and plants planted in the garden, clusters of purple lily, date palm, iris, white lily, myrtle, The savory mint competes with each other, sending bursts of refreshing floral fragrance with the wind.

Exquisite Persian tapestries are hung on the walls of the palace, and the floor is also covered with luxurious carpets. It really is a luxurious era.