Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 2: Eastern Continent Secret Envoy 1

"Amoji, what did you see?"

"The sun passes through the center of heaven and enters the palace of the scorpion. The rotation of the celestial sphere is one minute and five centimeters faster than before. The trajectory of the main star has not changed, but when night falls, we should see Beichen rising from the top of the mountain. Five hundred years This kind of sky has only appeared three times in the past, Beichen is the star of war, teacher, will the pantar **** protect us from the punishment of the **** of Beichen?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? Do you really want me to ask Pantar God?"

"But... Teacher, you are our Qingyang Dahesa!"

"The teacher has been a Hesa ​​for thirty-six years, and I have never heard a word from the Pantar God to me. Maybe the Pantar God has forgotten the barbarians, maybe he is just taking a nap. The old masters of the previous generation Hesa said that God sleeps for a thousand years each time, and only opened his eyes three times during these thousand years. Although I think my body is still strong, I probably won’t be able to last that day.”

"Then... Teacher, what did you see from the astrology?"

"I didn't see anything! There are so many stars in a mess. Many Dahesa before me tried to see through the changes in the starry sky, but none of them succeeded." The old man leaned on the horseback and folded his waist He took a sip from the white copper wine pot, opened his sleepy drunken eyes, "Now they are all dead, otherwise I still can't be a Dahesa!"

At noon in July, the sun was a bit sinister.

The teacher and the students are all dressed in white hemp clothes, straddling two steeds, standing side by side in the field outside the capital city. The young student looked up at the sky intently. His eyes were covered by two strange sunglasses lenses. It was in this way that he could observe the orbit of the sun in the sky under the blazing sunlight.

The student's name is Amochi. Like other North Lu aristocrats, he also has an elegant Donglu name, Yan Jinglong, which means "Dragon of Tranquility". His full name is Yan Jinglong Amochi. However, everyone in the northern capital called him "Glass Dragon", because he imitated He Luo's technology and polished the pair of dark crystal thin mirrors that can watch the sun during the day.

Amochi took off the pair of dark crystal lenses, and turned to look at the teacher who was tired on the saddle. The old man yawned while drinking strong wine, and his bald head was also red from the wine. Amochi thought countless times that it was a complete mistake for the teacher to become the Dahesa of Qingyang. If he was really the envoy chosen by the Pantar God, then the Pantar God would drink no less than the teacher.

His teacher, Dahe Sari Changchuan, is someone who is in awe of the entire grassland. "Dahesa" is a noble title, which means "the messenger of Pantar God", the leader of barbarian wizards, and the unique great celestial master. There is only one great celestial master in each generation, and only he can learn the most profound ancient scrolls of stars and reveal the will of God. Major events in the tribe, from expeditions to sacrifices, depended on him watching the stars. From herdsmen to nobles, they all followed his words like oracles.

Before Amochi followed him to study astrology, he also regarded Hesa ​​as a demigod, but it was the first time he presided over the annual lamb festival with Hesa, and Hesa ​​showed his flaws. The sacrifice was held on a remote high slope, surrounded by bonfires, and the maharaja could only watch from a distance with the herdsmen. On the high slope, the chorus sang ancient worship songs, covered in silver ornaments, with a huge rhinoceros horn on its head, and danced with a sword in its hand. It seemed that the gods were summoned to look down on the world, so everyone fell to the ground and worshiped.

Only Amochi, who was by Hesa's side, knew that at that time, Hesa's face was flushed, his eyes were drunk and he was confused, with a wine can in his mouth, a knife in one hand, and his armpit with the other hand. If I don't take a bath every day, I get lice. There were originally four verses in the sacred hymn, but he secretly cut off a verse and a half, because he said he had forgotten how that verse and a half was sung. The poor and pious Qingyang people will never hear the complete worship song again, because there is no paper version of this sacred ballad, it is passed on by word of mouth.

The old man kept a common lemming on the prairie. Whenever a nobleman came to ask him about his marriage and funeral, he would run back to the tent and catch the lemming out of the bamboo cage. Feed it naked oats and black millet. If the lemming chooses naked oats, it is auspicious; if it is black millet, it is unlucky.

Only in the dead of night, he still looks like a real Hesa. At this time, he will sit on the open grassland and look up at the stars, sometimes for a whole day and night. But sometimes when Amochi carefully sat beside him and wanted to know which star he was observing, he found that Hesa ​​was just sitting there and fell asleep.

Many years later, Amochi was known as the greatest Hesa ​​among the barbarians in the past five hundred years. But Amochi always said calmly that my teacher is the one who really sees through the secrets of the starry sky. He actually already knew everything, but he didn't want to tell the cruel truth.

"It's so hot, it's so hot!" Hesa ​​muttered in a low voice.

I don't know if it was because he drank too much wine or it was hot, his face was flushed, his bony chest was open, and he was shaking his clothes and fanning them non-stop. Fanning and fanning, the old man slid off the horse's back like a puddle of mud. Amochi was startled, and rode the horse around the old man's burly white horse, only to find that the old man was sitting under the shadow of the horse's belly Hide from the sun.

"Hesa, Hesa," Amochi hurriedly called him, "The majesty is still watching over there!"

The old man turned over and fell asleep on the grass.

Amochi knew that it was impossible to wake him up under such circumstances, so he looked anxiously at the white flag ahead.

Occasionally fluttering in the breeze, the big white flag has a leopard-like mythical beast flying over the clouds.

The saber-toothed leopard is the totem of Qingyang. According to legend, the two teeth of this kind of beast are like sharp swords. It walked on the barren grassland and met Lu Qingyang, the ancestor of the Lu family who was dying in battle. It broke off the two teeth as a gift to the ancestor, and then died. Lu Qingyang established the great Qingyang tribe with two leopard-toothed swords, and the true identity of the saber-toothed leopard is the incarnation of Pantar, who came to save his children in the most critical time.

Under the banner, the burly barbarian warrior held the hilt of his sword and took the lead, quietly looking at the southern horizon. His eyes were slender and sharp, and there was a dazzling white spot in the pupil of his right eye.

Great Lord Qingyang, Lu Song, the owner of the Pasuer family of the Lu family, had a nickname of "White-Eyed Eagle" when he was young, and it was because of this white cloud that his eyes always felt extraordinarily cold.

The Maharaja is already fifty years old, but he is still as vigorous as ever, sitting on a horse with a straight back. The epee hanging obliquely on the saddle was his weapon when he was young. He is a well-deserved warrior, and he used this epee to behead countless enemies with his own hands.

His horses were lined up with hundreds of horses, each of whom was dressed in luxurious clothes like a dragon, and all the nobles with status in the northern capital were here. The day before yesterday, the scouts sent a flying report that the nine kings Lu Baoyin who went on the expedition would return triumphantly today, and the majesty led the nobles to wait outside the city gate.

"Father, it's almost noon, and the Nine Kings haven't come back yet, so go back and get some food first." The second prince Tieyou rode his horse close to his father, "The Tiexian River is more than nine hundred miles away from here. An army of 30,000 Leopard Riders is on the road, so it may not be possible to come back today. It is better for the son to send out scouts to greet him on the road, and report back to his father as soon as he has news. Several sweat kings are not in good health, let them bask in the sun..."

The majesty silently turned his head and glanced at the people behind him. The old princes could no longer withstand the sun. Ice cubes came, and gauze was applied to wipe the faces of the nobles. A group of people looked like pastures that had been wilted by the sun, and they looked completely listless.

The majesty shook his head: "The Nine Kings are our Qingyang's divine bow, and the arrows are flawless. I have seen him lead troops for more than ten years, and he has never missed a single opportunity."

Tie You retreated nonchalantly, not daring to say anything more.

"Damn the weather, the dogs are peeling in the sun. The Nine Kings dare to make father wait like this, it is too courageous." Tie You muttered in a low voice.

To welcome the grand ceremony of the triumphant return of the Nine Kings, the nobles all dressed in extremely dignified clothes, and the sweat all over their bodies was stuffed in their armor. Tie You was wearing heavy armor and a brocade cloak, and now he was baring his teeth, wishing he could peel off his skin.

One of the companions came up behind the horse: "The Majesty and the Great Khan are waiting there, the second prince, don't complain, people have heard..."

Ban Dang gave a look, and Tie You followed his gaze. The young warrior who followed his father sat proudly on his horse, and looked into the distance side by side with his father. He was wearing a battle robe of heavy brocade and a heavy armor inlaid with silver. Although he was majestic, such a hot weather would not be easy. But the samurai was as tall and straight as a spear, his eyes were fixed in the distance, and he didn't move.

That is Xu Dahan, the Maharaja's third son.

"Hold on!" Tie You sneered, "I'm not trying to please my father. No matter how I try to please my father, I'm still a **** of Shuobei blood. My eldest brother has already set off with the Nine Kings, and he has made great achievements in battle! He still wants to compete with his elder brother , delusion!"

A cold snort came from the side: "Don't talk too much trash, be careful to get your skin off!"

"Who are you scolding?" Tie You growled.

"Curse whoever complains." The young man on the black horse squinted his eyes with a provocative expression.

The young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was as fierce as a little leopard. Although the scarf was soaked in sweat, he didn't make a sound, and just opened half of his shirt to expose his right arm to dissipate heat. The exposed arm was extremely muscular and muscular. His fingers were hooked on a heavy knife in the leather sheath of the saddle. As he pulled and closed it, the glare reflected by the blade hit Tie You's face.

"Little brat! What do you want?" Tie You pointed at the boy.

Ban Dang hastily pressed Tie You's hand down, and lowered his voice: "Second Prince, when you are not angry, Fourth Prince is deliberately causing trouble with you, don't fall into his trap in front of the Majesty."

The boy on the black horse is the fourth prince Takaki. The eldest prince Bimogan and the second prince Tieyou were born to the same mother, but Xu Dahan and Guimu were born to the second Dayan family. There is no harmony between the four brothers. Both Bimogan and Xu Dahan followed their father to work and took charge of government affairs, but they were not together when they came in and out, and each had a group of nobles to support them.

Amochi watched the scene between the princes, shook his head, feeling a little worried.

The nobles in the northern capital must either seek refuge with the eldest prince or the third prince, otherwise they will be alone. Although the northern capital is large, they may not be able to find a place to live. Only this Dahesa, no one knows what he thinks. His status may be more noble than that of the Great Khan, and many people have won him over. The eldest prince Bi Mogan brought a good horse and asked him to go hunting in the countryside, and he went happily. After the hunting, he roasted venison and drank fine wine, watching the women dancing in front of the tent, Bi Mogan carefully asked Dahesa went to his tent to discuss political affairs. Dahesa had drinks hanging by his beard, silently staring at the women with enchanting figures, holding a deer leg in his hand, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "I just want to go hunting with the eldest prince, eat venison, and drink with him. Good wine here. Next time the prince will dance with some more beautiful women!"

At that moment, Amochi was sitting on the side, seeing the smile of the eldest prince froze on his face, it took him a long time to recover, and he laughed a few times apologetically.

The third prince, Xu Dahan, was much more reserved, and rarely visited Hesa's tent in person. But every few months, Xu Dahan will always send people to send gifts from Donglu, sometimes it is a black jade sea mirror for watching the sky, and sometimes it is a scroll of astrology scriptures. There is a silver plate engraved with the star map of Hunting Sky, which was bought by Xu Dahan at a high price from a merchant in Donglu. It is said to be an ancient relic of the Qin Tianjian in the Yin Dynasty hundreds of years ago. Hesa obviously likes the gifts from Xu Dahan very much, and he always accepts them in full every time. However, for three consecutive years, he hadn't paid homage to the third prince's tent once.

Amochi is young, and understands the meaning of this, carefully reminding the teacher that the third prince is expecting something from you, teacher. Dahesa was sitting among a pile of exquisite things from Xu Dahan at that time, rubbing this and touching that with a piece of lambskin, raised his head solemnly and said: "He wants to give it all himself. Give it to me, I didn't promise anything."

The maharaja grows old year by year, and there will always be a prince who will become the new maharaja. Hasn't Dahesa thought about his future?

Amochi hung up his dark crystal lenses, and raised his head again to observe the sun's orbit. Indeed, as the old man said, the sun's orbit is a little strange, and it is always difficult to explain the changes with the main star and the Beichen slowly rising from the horizon. The war with Zhenyanbu has ended, but the trajectory of the sun is far from returning to its normal position.

Instead, it's getting more and more confusing.

"Come! Come! It's the army of the Nine Kings! The Nine Kings are back!"

Suddenly someone yelled, and the crowd erupted.

Amochi looked at the grassland in the south, where there was originally grassy pastures, and the edge could not be seen at a glance, but now there was a faint gleam of pale yellow. In a moment, it turned into smoke and dust, and people could feel the earth shaking, as if a raging tide was approaching. The huge cavalry army finally appeared in the smoke and dust. The soldiers all wore black armor and black horses, holding thousands of pure white leopard cloud banners.

"Tiger and leopard ride!" Someone sighed.

The proud "tiger and leopard rider" of the Qingyang Department. Since the fall of the "Iron Buddha", this cavalry has been the most powerful soldier on the grassland. Feeling its momentum head-on, I feel that even the wind has cut my face.

Amochi turned his head to wake up Hesa ​​who was dozing under the horse's belly, but suddenly found that the old man was already sitting on the horse's back quietly, and there was no drunkenness in his eyes looking into the distance, but With a bright look.

"Finally back..." He muttered in a low voice.

A cavalry came out of the lineup of warriors and approached the Maharaja: "Majesty, the tiger and leopard cavalry are coming too fast, Ba Bang should go and meet them first."

The Maharaja waved his hand, but did not speak.

Tie Yi Ba Bang, a famous warrior in Qingyang, was also the companion of the Maharaja when he was young. A pair of animal teeth made of pig iron hung on his chest with a leather rope. He was an awe-inspiring "Iron Fang Warrior". There were only twelve "Iron Fangs" in the entire Qingyang Department.

Ba Bang took a step back, still following closely behind Maharaja Maharaja, his hand clacked slightly, and held the handle of the knife. He wasn't smart, just intuitively disturbed.

The cavalry rushed to the front in an instant. The leading green horse neighed long, the man on the horse raised his whip, and immediately someone blew the horn. The well-trained war horses braked their iron hooves in the yellow dust, and the entire brigade stopped abruptly in the gallop, but there was no chaos at all. The smoke and dust kicked up by the horse team swept over with the wind, and the maharaja and the nobles all pulled up their cloaks to block in front of them. But Ba Bang didn't dare to block, he couldn't see anything clearly in the smoke and dust, his heart jumped violently, his hand holding the knife tightened, and half of the bright sword came out of the sheath.

He rode his horse a step closer to block the Maharaja's horse, but he felt a big hand tightly grasping his wrist. Ba Bang was proud of his physical strength, but the man pushed his knife back into the scabbard slowly.

The majesty let go of his hand, with a calm expression: "It is our Qingyang bow that has returned."

The smoke and dust settled, the tiger and leopard riders had all dismounted, half-kneeling under the flag holding the reins. The samurai on the green horse dismounted with one leg, and the scarlet brocade war robe fluttered in the wind. He galloped on horseback for an unknown amount of time, and his scarf was soaked through, but he showed no signs of fatigue. He stepped forward slowly and stood in front of the Maharaja's horse. Maharaja remained calm, and the two looked at each other.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, no one whispered to each other, all eyes were on the Maharaja and the warrior.

Amochi stretched his neck hard to see the warrior, but couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. That is the Nine Kings known as the "Bow of Qingyang", the prince with the highest military exploits in the Qingyang Department, and the most dazzling hero in the eyes of young people. Before studying astrology with Hesa, Amochi, like other aristocratic teenagers, dreamed of galloping across the grassland wielding a sword.

"Brother," Jiu Wang knelt down on both knees and bowed down, sweeping his braids into the soil, "brother is back!"

The nobles and warriors who followed the Maharaja also hurriedly got off their horses and knelt down together. The Nine Kings bowed down to the Maharaja, and they dared not sit on horseback.

"Eru, you have returned from victory. You really have lived up to my expectations of you."

"Just like what we said when we were young, what my brother wants me to do, my brother must do it well!"

The majesty smiled slowly: "I expected such a day to come."

He suddenly raised his hand high and shouted loudly: "The Nine Kings are back! The Nine Kings are back in triumph!"

The retinue warriors carried the heavy bronze horn, and the giant drum covered with yak leather was shocked by Dazhui, and the sound of the drum music soared into the sky. The nobles followed Lu Song to raise the reins, and the horse stood up, with its front hooves stepping on the ground vigorously. The scene was boiling, and everyone followed the Maharaja and shouted: "Nine Kings! Nine Kings! Nine Kings!"

The majesty then waved his hand, the city gate opened, and women in brocade clothes came in groups holding utensils and silks and satin, and placed them around one by one. The colorful Donglu brocade is juxtaposed with exquisite porcelain and gold wares, and the grass is full of extravagant precious light. The barbarians are not good at handicrafts and weaving. These expensive silks and utensils have to be exchanged for fur and horses from greedy Eastern Lu merchants. This is a wealth that even the nobles envy.

Amochi heard the low admiration in the crowd.

There was the sound of antler whistles in the distance, and the shepherds whistled and galloped across the grasslands on both sides. They drove flocks of cattle and sheep. The flocks of sheep were as white as clouds, and each black yak had a horseback high. A flock of 10,000 sheep and 3,000 yaks passed slowly. The shepherd who drove them rode twenty extremely western steeds. They were all fiery red, with no difference in height or color.

"These," Maharaja waved his hand, "are all yours."

"Thank you brother for the reward, but..." Nine Kings knelt down and raised their heads again, "My brother would like to distribute the property to the warriors who ride tigers and leopards."

"Well done!" The majesty nodded approvingly, "What are these treasures? Our Qingyang Department can ride horses across this grassland because of our loyal warriors, why can't we reward them? ? But here you are, my brother has one more thing."

He beckoned, and a retinue warrior dismounted from his horse, bowed his head and held a red gold tray and hurried to the majesty's horse.

"It's a small thing," the Maharaja glanced at the Nine Kings, "Don't you guess what it is?"

"My younger brother doesn't know, but what my elder brother gave me must be a good thing."

The majesty smiled faintly, and suddenly lifted the heavy red brocade covering the tray. I don't know who gave a low exclamation, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent. In the tray was a piece of snow-white fur, under the sun, every strand of it was as crystal clear as snow. The Maharaja grabbed Jiu Wang's right wrist, and Jiu Wang trembled as if he wanted to push back, but the iron clamp-like force from the Maharaja's hand made him unable to break free. The Maharaja didn't speak, just smiled, and carefully wrapped the fur around the wrist of the Nine Kings.

He looked back at the crowd, took a breath, and raised the hand of the Nine Kings high: "The Nine Kings is the Great Khan of our Qingyang tribe! The Great Khan who has been passed down for thousands of years!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, Amochi took a deep breath, he knew what that thing meant. The title of Prince of the Qingyang Department is not hereditary. The prince died, and his son could only inherit cattle, sheep and population, but lost his status. There is only one kind of prince who can pass on his status to his descendants, and that is the Great Khan. To be awarded the title of Great Khan, one must either be a unique warrior, or someone who has saved the Qingyang Department at the critical moment of life and death. They can be maharajas with white leopard tails tied around their wrists.

People seemed to come to their senses, and more violent cheers erupted. Leading by the retinue warriors, and then the tiger and leopard cavalry warriors, everyone raised their arms and shouted: "King Khan, King Khan, King Khan, King Khan!"

The voice of thousands of people shouting together was deafening, the faces of the fierce and simple barbarian warriors were full of fanaticism, and the look in their eyes was almost pious. Amochi was also infected, and followed them, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

"The old princes don't seem to be happy." Dahesa murmured indifferently.

Amochi froze for a moment, then glanced over. The Maharaja's three elder brothers and the old princes of Qingyang looked at each other, and immediately stood in the crowd, their expressions so abrupt. This wristband made of leopard tail fur announced that the Nine Kings would keep pace with them from now on. Now in the northern capital city, there are four Great Khans.

"Brother, younger brother didn't expect..." Jiu Wang looked at Maharaja.

"What else do you want to say?" The Maharaja patted Jiu Wang's shoulder heavily, his eyes warm, "We played together when we were young, and you told me that one day you would be the Great Khan King that the entire grassland would look up to. Now you are My divine bow of Qingyang shot and killed the lion of the Zhenyan tribe, and you will follow your elder brother to establish achievements like King Tieqin in the future, why can't you be the King of Great Khan?"

The Nine Kings suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "My brother is willing to follow my brother to fight for Qingyang, and I will never regret it until I die!"

"I just came back from victory, how can I die?" Maharaja waved his hand, "It's really unlucky. Don't say it."

A snow-white steed galloped over from behind the formation, and the young noble warrior dismounted and knelt at the Maharaja's feet: "Father is in good health, Pantar God bless our great Qingyang."

"Bi Mogan is back too?" The majesty patted his head, "I learned a lot from following your uncle this time, right? Do you dare to lead an army by yourself next year?"

"My son has nothing to dare! I am willing to fight for Qingyang and become a mighty warrior on the grassland like my uncle."

"Megatron Grassland?" The Maharaja laughed, "It's enough for you to be half as brave as your uncle!"

He supported his son with both hands: "Your uncle wrote a letter and praised you for your bravery. You led the troops to rush into Longge Zhenhuang's formation?"

A smug look flashed across Bimogan's face: "I heard that when my father was young, he also broke through the encirclement of Shuobei with only a hundred cavalry. The formation is nothing more than a trivial matter. My uncle asked me if I dared, so I led my troops to charge forward."

The majesty laughed loudly: "It is your uncle who wants to give you the great credit! But my good son, he has such courage for the first time to go to war, he is worthy of being the eldest son of our Pasur family of the Lu family."

"Brother, brother!" Tie You squeezed through the crowd.

Bi Mogan waved at him from afar, and the two brothers got together excitedly. Xu Dahan and Guimu's two sons only stayed beside the Maharaja and did not even look at each other.

There are still discussions in the crowd, and the most excited are the young noble warriors.

The Maharaja and the Nine Kings held hands and spoke in a low voice, vaguely as if they were talking about childhood, the smile on the Maharaja's lips became stronger and stronger. The vigilant Ba Ram breathed a sigh of relief, and the slaves brought up the baked goat milk and ice cubes, and he hurriedly led the horse over to grab a few pieces of ice and stuff them into the armor. The generals who set out on the expedition also rode over to fetch ice, and by the way discussed the thrills and great victories of the Southern Expedition with the nobles.

Amochi was hungry all morning, grabbed the naan and chewed, and hurriedly applied ice to his face. Dahesa didn't move any food. The behavior of the old man was a little weird, he kept drinking in small sips from the wine jar, his eyes were only looking at the back of the big formation of tiger and leopard riders.

"In this expedition, there were a total of twelve decisive battles. More than 47,600 people were killed or injured in our army, more than 259,000 rebels from the Zhenyan tribe were killed, and more than 54,000 horses were captured. , There were more than 73,000 carts, cattle and sheep had not had time to be thoroughly counted, and most of the tents were old and inconvenient to carry, so they were all burned on the spot. There are more than 60 noble generals from Longge Zhenhuang and below in the Zhenyan Department. If one escapes, Guiyou, Hariji, and Lamutu will all be killed in front of the battle." The nine kings reported the results of the battle one by one.

Bimogan glanced at his father's expression, trying to find some surprises from it. But the Maharaja always just smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

"What happened to the people of the Zhenyan tribe?"

"My elder brother once said that this battle will completely pacify the grasslands in the south, so my younger brother has thought about it for a long time, and still follows the ancestral practice. Men with a whip will be executed, and women and children will not be killed. They will be punished as slaves and go to the north to graze. "

The majesty nodded: "Where are the descendants of the Longge family, are they all dead?"

"Most of the relatives of the side branches committed suicide in fear of crime, and the remaining three or five wanted to resist and had to kill. Longge Zhenhuang himself had no sons, and his younger brother captured his two daughters, so he dared not dispose of them without authorization."

"Beluha has three daughters..." The Maharaja stopped suddenly.

The Nine Kings were also taken aback for a moment. Longge Zhenhuang Boluha, this is the full name of the master of the Zhenyan Department. Among the aristocrats of the northern continent, only close relatives and close friends of the family call each other by barbarian names. With Longge Zhenhuang's identity, there should be very few people who call him Boluha, but the majesty still familiar with the name.

"The younger brother went late. When he broke through the Zhenyanbu Dazhai, he was the first to rescue the second daughter, Long Gemin, and only found the eldest daughter, Long Geqin, and the youngest daughter, Long Gening, who were disguised as civilians and fled."

The majesty was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked: "Longge Zhenhuang, is he dead?"

"Yes. Longge Zhenhuang was surrounded by his younger brother's soldiers, and finally broke his legs. He couldn't save him, so he killed himself with a saber."

"Is that so? It was a defeat and suicide..." the Maharaja murmured.

As soon as the Nine Kings turned around, the tiger and leopard riders held the scarlet wooden box. He bent down, raised the wooden box over the top, and dedicated it to the Maharaja: "This is the head of Longge Zhenhuang."

The majesty held the wooden box but did not open it, only touched it, and remained silent for a long time.

The neighing of horses came from behind the big formation of tiger and leopard riders, followed by the sound of Shen Xiong's bronze horn, and the shocking sound of yak drums again, attracting people's attention.

Amochi was a little surprised. Bronze trumpets and yak drums are the rites and music of the barbarians, and the troops on the expedition all use the sound of the horns as orders. Only on grand occasions will the drums and music be played together. The rigorous formation of tigers and leopards suddenly parted, leaving a two-foot-wide straight avenue. The white horses of Xiongjun came out slowly, followed by two rows of red-clothed slaves carrying copper basins and splashing water, and then Jiu Jiu. In the silence of the avenue, someone came slowly from far away on the avenue.

The old man suddenly cheered up and wanted to get out of the crowd, but everyone was watching and the crowd was tight. He could only spin around anxiously.

"Our young master of Qingyang is back." The Nine Kings bowed to the majesty, "The brigade escorting the prince has arrived. I think my brother must be worried about the safety of the prince, so he specially built a cart to let the prince follow the army. .Blessed by Pantar God, the son is safe and sound, and the younger brother has lived up to the entrustment of the older brother."

Amo Chi has also guessed that such a grand etiquette is to welcome Qingyang Shizi, the future barbarian lord. After three full years, the prince returned to the northern capital. According to the ancestral system of the barbarians, the older sons were stationed in all directions, and the younger son who was closest to him inherited his father's tents and slaves and became the head of the new generation. The eldest son's shack and the third son's shack are fighting openly and secretly, but no one can deny that the orthodox successor is Lu Guichen, the youngest son of Lu Song. He has a barbarian nickname Asule, which means "longevity".

The son's health was not good, and he was sent to a warm place in the south for recuperation when he was six years old. At that time, there was no war between the Zhenyan tribe and the Qingyang tribe, and the lord of the Zhenyan tribe, Longge Zhenhuang, was still a big man. Jun's nephew.

Except for the Maharaja and the Great Khan, everyone pressed their chests and bowed their heads in salute. It was quiet, and the white figure on the avenue slowly approached. Two rows of white-clothed female slaves sandwiched the old servant woman, and she held a bowed child in her hand. The servant woman stopped in front of the Maharaja tremblingly, and people finally saw the child clearly. He was as tall as a horse's neck, dressed in moon-white satin, even the little boots on his feet were white leather, and a white leopard's tail was wrapped around his wrist.

The sound of the drums stopped, and the slave girl and servant girl knelt down and kowtowed, and the servant girl let go of the child's hand. The child just stood quietly with his head down, staring at the toes of his boots.

"My son, this is the majesty!" The servant woman shouted in a low voice in fear, "quickly pay homage to the majesty!"

The child did not move.

The majesty clapped his hands and stretched out his hands: "Come on, Asule, come to father."

The child stood still still.

The servant woman dared to pull, and Shizi knelt down, kowtowed silently, but his movements were a little sluggish.

"Asule, look up, don't you recognize your father?"

The child finally raised his head, but made no sound. This was the first time Amochi saw Shizi, such a delicate and delicate child, barbarian children rode horses and bent bows since childhood, most of them were as strong as a colt, Shizi was an exception. His face was slightly pale, his eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain, he looked a bit like a girl at first glance.

Anyone can see the disappointment on Maharaja's face.

The Nine Kings hesitated for a while, and lowered their voice: "When the prince was rescued, he was in the chaos army and was a little frightened."

The Maharaja nodded silently.

"Majesty, let the fool take care of the son first." The old man finally squeezed out from the gap. His hood was squeezed out, and his robe was askew. When the majestic Dahesa appeared in everyone's sight, even Amochi couldn't help but blush for him. But the old man didn't care about this at all, he went up and squeezed the child's hand, as if he had caught some treasure.

The Maharaja nodded.

"Dahesa." The Nine Kings were extremely humble, saluting by pressing their chests.

"Before the expedition, the fool already knew that the Nine Kings would return in triumph. The Nine Kings were warriors favored by the Pantar God, and Beichen rose from the Tongyun Mountain as the Nine Kings."

"Thank you Hesa ​​for your guidance," Jiu Wang bowed his head and saluted with a somewhat flattered look.

He raised his head, but only saw the old man's back, and the old man dragged the treasure he had caught into the crowd beside him. Amochi knew he was talking nonsense again.

"Asule, Asule, it's Hesa!" The old man pinched the child's face, "Even if you forget the majesty, you must know Hesa?"

The noble son was not angry. When he raised his head to look at Hesa, there seemed to be a light in his clear eyes, and then dimmed. The old man hugged him happily, and Amochi looked curiously into Shizi's eyes, those quiet eyes, but he felt melancholy when he looked at them.