Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Four hundred and fifty-five separations

Yesterday, it was two o’clock in the middle of the night. I wanted to code some more at noon today, but I was too busy to look up all morning. I hurriedly ate at noon and wanted to fetch the temporarily saved manuscripts and code, but the network went down and I was depressed. After half a day, I just sent a text message to a friend to ask for leave on my behalf. I tried the network and it was good, but I was about to go to work. In the afternoon, there are several materials that need to be submitted, such as the points system, risk report, audit report, and temporary payment report. , There is no time code to show the actions of Adeni’s mercenary. Let’s update these first today. I’m so stubborn.

The sky is like the sky, covering all fields. The endless grassland spreads infinitely into the distance under the blue sky. The big white clouds are floating in the blue sky. They look so pure and so close to the ground, as if as long as there is a **** of twenty or thirty feet high, you can touch the white as snow clouds.

Clouds cast darker or lighter shadows on the grasslands, making the green shades of the grasslands changeable. Herds of cattle and sheep scattered on the grassland. Yang Ling never expected that Nadam, so solemn and grand, would be held in such an unfettered wilderness.

No one divides the lot, divides the competition area, and herdsmen roam freely in groups on the grassland. Only those big gentry lords delineate some special areas, set up white tents, and hang colorful flags. , Sitting in a tent surrounded by cool air, while enjoying milk tofu, milk skins, and mare kumiss.

Yang Ling and others also have their own tent. Considering that there are many people with mixed eyes, Yang Ling also dressed up for safety. He changed into a Han Chinese costume walking outside the Great Wall, with two horoscopes on his lips, suddenly Just mature five or six years old. He has become a majestic, stable, middle-aged man who stands in his old age.

The appearance is still so handsome, but he is calm and more stable. At this time Yang Ling, both handsome and refined, but also has the taste of a mature man, such a look makes Qiyun pleasantly surprised.

The Red Lady also set up a tent two arrows in front of them. For safety, there was no contact between the two sides after arriving here. Facing each other far away, they couldn't even see the other side's figure in the tent. But Cui Ying'er knew in his heart that Yang Ling was there, and suddenly felt relieved in his heart.

In fact, in these days when Yang Ling was not around, Cui Ying'er was not inferior to the man in the fight, but somehow, when I saw him, I couldn't help but develop a sense of dependence. In fact, why not Cheng Qiyun, she became mature with Yang Ling Isn't it because of the feeling of dependence that my daughter's family has created from the bottom of my heart?

Every time the Naadam Conference is held, herders within a radius of hundreds of miles will come. This time the Queen of Doyan Sanwei recruits sons-in-law, and it attracts the four heroes. Because the Naadam Conference is not restricted to ethnic groups, even Jianzhou Jurchen and Hai Xi Jurchen also has a good guy who rides and shoots, and wants to try his luck.

The living Buddha invited from afar led the lamas to burn incense and light the lamps on the high platform in front of Queen Doyan’s tent, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha, praying for the blessings of the gods and eliminating disasters. The whole ceremony was very lengthy, but all herdsmen and soldiers were respectful and solemn. The grassland became quiet, and the flag on the top of the high platform, blowing in the unfettered wind on the grassland, made the sound of hunting.

The training commander was also invited to sit in the female Wang Da account. Although his position is not worthy to sit on the same level as the prince of the Great Ming emperor, but after all, he represents the kingdom of heaven, and he is also the commander of the slave Gandushi. So he and Tainingwei Agudamu and Fuyuwei Baiyin sat at the top, and the following are the main generals of each party.

"Agudamu, I heard that your nephew Buhe will also participate in the competition?" Baiyin asked with a smile while supporting his knees with both hands.

"Yeah! Yin Qi is what I watched to grow up. She is a good girl and the queen of our Doyan Sanwei. Only our greatest hero on the grassland is worthy of her. Buhe is our Taining Weiqi The first good player in shooting and wrestling, hehehe, Sukhbaru may not be able to win him."

Bai Yin smiled faintly, and said: "The hero is not spoken out, but spelled out by ability. If Buhe can win Sukhbaru, I will give him my sincere blessings!"

"Hahahaha, then I am here to thank you in advance." Agudamu, who is like a lion and has gray hair, stroked his beard, and accepted his blessing honestly. Baiyin suffocated, and then With a cold smile, he turned his head away.

Commander Lian sat aside, watching the conflict between the two in his eyes. He turned his head pretendingly, while sipping the milk tea lightly, while watching around.

The lengthy ceremony is over. The herdsmen and tribal warriors who surrounded the high platform knelt on the ground and prayed silently. The leaders of the tribe also finished their conversation, putting their hands together and chanting silently. What, it is probably some words of blessings.

The Living Buddha came down from the high platform, and the lamas in the red robes raised their long drum horns. Amid the deafening horns, he was led by the Yin Qi and led the leaders into the camp. Presented Hada and butter tea.

Immediately, Yin Qi stepped onto the high platform with a dagger. The sword was a gift she exchanged with Cui Ying'er. This sword was originally suitable for women and was extremely sharp, so it became a sword worn by Yin Qi.

Although Yin Qi’s voice is clear and clear, only people near the high platform can be heard, but the so-called Naadam meeting routines and herdsmen are all familiar with it. What everyone cares most about is the Queen’s choice of son-in-law at the Naadam meeting. Now It was confirmed by Yin Qi that the herdsmen came quickly, and cheers were heard everywhere at the beginning of the game.

The Naadam Conference began with a few clear and sweet whips.

The first event is horse racing. The Mongols are a nation that lives on horseback, and equestrianism is a survival and fighting skill that they value most, just like the Hans have to take the test of stereotypes. Like the imperial examination, a man who is good at training horses, horse racing, archery, and wrestling is the hero on the grassland.

Yang Ling thinks that the so-called horse racing is a group of people riding on horses. Someone blasted out at the order of the order, ran to the predetermined location and then came back. The first person to arrive was the first one. , Dianma and Kuaima. Only qualified people can participate in the second competition.

The living Buddha and the great lamas made a noise in the morning only for the ceremonial activities. In the afternoon there was only one horse-walking contest. The Yang Ling, who was originally standing outside the tent and watching, only saw thousands of people riding horses on the grassland. It was really boring to walk slowly like a walk in the courtyard. It happened to be sleep deprived yesterday. There was no risk in this game. He yawned and went back to sleep.

Outside, the participating herdsmen are still marching cautiously. They come from all ethnic groups and ages, and they all wear their most gorgeous and clean robe. Wearing a colorful belt and a colorful scarf around his head, he is riding a neatly washed and shiny horse, moving dexterously among the small obstacles set up in advance.

No registration is required, and there is no conference team here to accept registration. As long as you lead your horse to the starting point, it will be considered as a contestant, and there will be no referee. All the shepherds are referees. If no one controls the horses enough Steady and flexible, knock down the small flags and small fences on the ground, then there is no need for anyone to point out that the contestants will withdraw from the competition by themselves. They respect their strength and respect their strength. No one dares to go on with it...

When Cheng Qiyun saw Yang Ling answering the account, she followed in, beat his thigh gently, and chatted with him softly until he was asleep on the wolfskin mattress. Lightly put on a robe, and ordered the people to put down all the small window blinds wrapped in felt. Only then did he return alone under the huge umbrella in front of the tent.

Cheng Qiyun sat down comfortably on a large chair. There was a huge umbrella on top of it, blocking the sunlight. She still wore a white silk scarf on her face, showing only a pair of beautiful eyes that charmed all living beings. Not only has to block the sun, but also the wind and dust. Cheng Qiyun cherishes her delicate skin very much. Even under the full moon-like plump buttocks, the cushion is moderately hard and very comfortable.

With a gesture, someone immediately held a cup of Longjing before the rain. Cheng Qiyun took the tea with a smile, took a sip, and watched the knights who were gradually walking in front of her.

She saw Cui Ying'er. There were Feng Lei and Jing Fu'er on the left and right. It could be seen that there were many people who belonged to Cui Ying'er, because the knights were protecting the three of them intentionally or unintentionally to prevent others from deliberately. Approaching, squeezing their horses into fouls.

In this kind of competition, if it is just for an honor, maybe no one will cheat, but if the bounty of the competition is a flower-like beauty, and a powerful ethnic group, the honor of a prince, Then no one will be stingy with conspiracies.

The young masters of those big families all took a large number of entourages to participate. Their mission is to try to destroy the steady progress of other people’s horses, including if there is a place that is not easy to pass on the way before their master, they will take the initiative to foul Kick away the bunting. So this seemingly boring game is still extremely nervous for the people on the field. With more than a thousand contestants, now the road has just gone halfway, and the rest is less than half...

An ordinary shepherd dressed up hurriedly walked to the camp tent, seemingly asking for water. For guests who are not hostile, the customs on the grassland are to do their best to entertain, and this is no exception at the side of the stadium. Someone passed a cowhide water bag, and the person drank water on his lips and then raised his sleeves to wipe his lips. At that time, she whispered to Cheng Qiyun: "Bansheng City Lord Ai Shen did not participate in Nadam. He took some people to the places where the tribes stayed in Duoyan City and the station outside the city, saying that they were buying fur and other things. I haven't seen him make a few businesses."

Duoyancheng is usually undefended. This time, because all the important figures of the three guards gathered in Doyancheng, strict guards were implemented. Now that the three-guard leader arrived at the grassland arena, Duoyancheng removed the guards and allowed the tribe to come and go freely.

Cheng Qiyun nodded her head gracefully, as if she was admiring the knights’ immediate effort, but her lips under the tulle moved, and the soft white gauze made the touching lips of her cherry blossoms from time to time: "Call Let us be more careful, don't worry about the other routes, just stare at Ai Shen, and get him back for me whenever I get the chance."

"Yes! But the people under him seem to be not weak in skill. Most of his haunts are more lively places, and it is quite difficult to catch him."

"Find your own way! Ai Shen must get it back unscathed. The people under his hand are dead or alive. If anyone sees him, no matter what movie he is, even the officers and soldiers of Great Ming, kill!"

The white yarn flicked lightly, seeming to be shocked by the killing character. The man dressed as a shepherd looked terrified and said solemnly: "Yes! The subordinates must try their best to complete the task!"

He returned the cowhide water bag to the person standing by the tent and bowed to him. Turned around and hurried away.

Cheng Qiyun lifted the white gauze, brought the cup to her lips, but stopped again, her clear beautiful eyes looked towards the huge queen felt tent far away.

The horse racers are walking slowly, like travelers walking staggeringly. Looking through the gaps in their figures, there were just dozens of javelin-like guards with swords standing in front of the huge Khan-sized tent, and neither the queen nor the three guards showed their faces.

The corners of Cheng Qiyun’s lips raised a thought-provoking smile: "It seems that there is no good show to watch today. Every cicada is trying hard to be a mantis, but there are only ten days in the competition. Someone can't help but jump out first."

She suddenly covered her lips and yawned. Yesterday, she slept later than the adult, and she was a little tired, but when she thought of what was about to happen, she got excited.

Sometimes doing something evil is actually quite pleasant, but unfortunately under the constraints of Yang Ling. She has been going back to righteousness for a long time, this time it is rare...Of course she has to play a big one! Her eyes lit up.

A young knight turned his head unfortunately and saw Cheng Qiyun lazily nestling in a chair under an umbrella, a graceful figure that could not be concealed in a fat Mongolian female robe, and her morning star-like figure His eyes were lost, his horse hooves stepped on a small flag, and the knight beat his head in annoyance, and drew his horse to the side.

Cheng Qiyun smiled, her eyes turned into two crooked moons, and for a short while, her charming eyes caught the two knights who turned their heads ‘unfortunately’. They also lost their qualifications...

The whole person is really fun. Cheng Qiyun is like a naughty child. She cut her eyes and aimed at the next knight... The third day was the horse racing day. After horse racing and horse racing, there are only more than two hundred players left. Among them, there are already less than 20 actual contestants, and the rest are their assistants, who are used to create favorable conditions for the host in the competition and thus win the championship in one fell swoop.

In the Cui Ying'er group, only her, Feng Lei and Jing Fu'er entered the final stage of the equestrian competition. Their superb riding skills in the first two competitions have attracted the attention of various tribes. Public identity: The Taka tribe from the Oran River basin has aroused many speculations.

Taka tribe was originally under the jurisdiction of Bayan. Oirad became a member of Oirad after capturing the Median River. Now it has become the world of the White Army. The Taka tribe has lost contact with the various tribes. No one knows their whereabouts.

According to them, the entire tribe had moved eastward and fled to the Greater Xing'an Mountains after the White Army broke into the Oran River grassland. Now they are a free tribe, they are no longer affiliated with Bayan or do not, come here to participate in the competition, in order to integrate into Doyan Sanwei.

The tribes on the grassland constantly change lords and choose the strongest to follow. This is not a shame, and they will not be discriminated by others. They are willing to take refuge in that they admit that Doyan Sanwei is enough to compete with Bayan, A powerful tribe such as Huosi who is contending with the strong is a good thing that the herdsmen of Doyan Sanwei are proud of. Then the corrective skills they showed were naturally unavoidable from the fear of the tribes who had deliberately won the victory.

Cui Ying'er is combing the mane of the horse and preparing for the game. In this race, her odds of winning are the biggest among Feng Lei's trio, because she has the lightest weight, which is vital to saving horsepower in the seventy-mile race.

A horse is a good horse. The men of the various tribes entering the finals, everyone's horses are strong, powerful, and excellent horses. Their horses are all selected by thousands and the best horses are selected, and they started hoisting horses every day 20 days ago, hoisting the horses high on the ground with horse stakes every day, limiting the amount of forage and drinking water every day After time, the horse was hoisted high on the pegs to make the horse lose its fat and lighten its body.

Fu Yuwei, an aristocratic wife, dressed in the most luxurious costumes and jewelry, carrying a sacrificial milk bucket, walked to the starting point. The knights who whispered and talked and laughed immediately became solemn, and one after another led the horse halter. Horses are not prepared with saddles and bridles, and knights do not wear boots and socks. All of them are dressed in brightly colored robes with red ribbons on their heads.

There was silence on the grassland. All eyes were on the lady. The lady who was over fifty years old walked in front of the knights, dipped a little holy mare's milk, and spread to the heavens and earth, and prayed. Suddenly, he raised his voice and gave out a loud and loud horn.

With a "boom", more than a hundred knights were ordered by the generals. They immediately flew on their horses and landed steadily on the smooth horsebacks. The horses are like a tide, splashing on the green prairie.

"Woo~Woo~~~" The horns rang, the herdsmen of various tribes shouted and cheered, and the sound shook the field. The best singer in Doyanwei sang a loud hymn in Mongolian: "It flies over the road, people Before I can watch it, I galloped up with all four hooves spotless. Like a yellow sheep jumping for joy, and like a bird coming out of a cage, the mane spins like grass with the wind, and the hair color is like a halo shot on the water...".

The singing hadn't finished yet, and the more than one hundred knights had disappeared at the end of the grassland. Yang Ling stood worriedly by the tabernacle, looking into the distance. The sky is the color of azure blue, boundless and vast. The breeze is like a gentle hand blowing over the endless weeds. In the sound of rustling, green waves are one after another, and there is no human shadow at all.

The only thing left in my ears is the curvy, endless singing, which makes people look at the vast world and listen to this high-pitched singing, and they can't help but move their hearts to the distance that is invisible to the naked eye. ...

People on the prairie are aggressive, which may also be related to this environment. The vast expanse of grassland has given most grasslanders a broad mind and heroic style, and they have a desire to explore the end of the grassland. This exploration drove them to constantly move far away. If it's a personal action, it's exploration, if it's a powerful tribe, it's aggression!

When Hong Niangzi, Buhe, Sukhbaru and others are galloping on the grassland like arrows from the string, far away, at the border of the three forces of Tatar, Oirad and Hongniangzi, Helin, There is a Oirad tribe grazing leisurely on the grassland.

The Orkhon River, which originated from the southern foot of the Hangai Mountains, passes through here, then turns to the north and joins the Selenga River to inject into Lake Baikal, so the aquatic plants here are exceptionally beautiful. This season is the time when the rain is plentiful and the river is plentiful. There was a heavy rain just a few days ago, and the flood broke the bridges on the river. The tribe who was originally based in Hexi had to stay in Hedong temporarily.

But they were wandering everywhere. Even if the bridge was destroyed, they could still walk south and go back to their tribe along the river. The reason they didn’t go this way was because the south was already close to the sphere of influence of the Tatar people. A tribe of Oirad, the two sides have now drawn their arrows. They didn't want to take this risk, so they settled down by the river.

The bridge will be repaired soon. The bridges here are repaired every year. They are very simple bridges. Once flooded, they will be washed away. It will not cost much to rebuild them in the coming year. The weather at this moment is very good. Under the warm sunshine, the sheep flocks are like white clouds, gently flowing among the green hills and green grass, and the white clouds in the sky are also responding, slowly sliding across the azure blue and clear lake sky.

Amugolang asked some elderly and weak people to graze the sheep under the mountain. He led a hundred of his tribe to climb the hillside to chop wood and prepare to build a wooden bridge. The sharp iron axe rang loudly, the white sawdust flew horizontally, and the nose was filled with the fresh fragrance of wood.

With the final axe, the tall and straight green pine shook for a moment, and then slowly fell down the mountain under the push of several herders. The clear river water reflected the shadow of the falling pine trees. When the shadow disappeared on the surface of the water, the grass and trees shook and made a huge noise, and the tree crown fell to the ground, bouncing violently. Amu Gulang grinned, holding the smooth wooden handle of the axe, ready to greet people to cut off the canopy and transport the giant wood to the river.

At this moment, he faintly heard some noises, which Amugulang immediately stopped talking and laughing of the tribe, and squinted his eyes to the distance. The river winds its way. There are valleys and grasslands along the river, as well as rugged but not high mountains, but this has formed a large and small undulating terrain, and it is impossible to look into the distance at a glance.

Just waited a moment. He saw a white cloud drifting from the mountain pass, galloping horses, and fluttering cloaks. The whole team was like a sharp knife, cutting through the green grass waves and slashing fiercely towards the leisurely shepherds and sheep.

"God! It's the white-clothed army, they actually got here!" Amugulang screamed and raised his sharp axe. Shouted and shouted: "Quick! The white army is here, go down the mountain. Save our people!"

After a brief consternation, the shepherds reacted, blasting out their knives and guns, shouting and rushing down the mountain.

The frightened sheep were like being scattered by the clouds blown away by the wind. The shepherds were born soldiers. They had raised their swords and spears to greet the rushing white army. These sheep are their food for this winter and all their property. If they lose them, they will still die of freezing and starvation or become slaves. This is a fight for survival.

However, even if they were prepared long ago, it is impossible to fight against such a powerful force, let alone rush to fight, with very few soldiers. The white-clothed army kept running without stopping, without hesitation for a moment, just like a tiger entering a flock, rushing into the herdsmen wildly.

The shepherd dog was barking, and howling angrily at the behemoth riding on the horse, driven by the owner, the force of the fast horse was too great, and a sharp spear was pointed at it. With a "poof", he pierced its belly without hesitation, and then dragged the gun forward. The hook dragged the dog's corpse a few feet away. When a shepherd raised his machete and galloped over, The gun has been raised, carrying thick blood, and piercing him on the ground like a dog.

The white-clothed horse thieves outside Mingzhen Pass are well-deserved. Everywhere they pass, people turn their backs on their horses, and people continue to scream and fall under their horses. The horse thieves deal with this severely dispersed herdsmen tribe very easily. They attack like clouds and flowing water. Hysteresis.

A young child raised his tasseled gun with red eyes. In three years, maybe two years, he might be able to grow into a qualified fighter, but now his arms are still immature, the white soldier The big man with a big beard and big beard with leopard eyes raised his spear and opened the spear in his hand, and pulled out the red silk shank behind his shoulders. A beautiful swooping and killing, the Oirad kid couldn't even scream. When it was sent out, it was cut in half by the whole person, and the stump fell to the grass, and scarlet blood was sprayed in the air.

Amugolang cursed angrily, his eyes red. That child is his nephew, the only male in his family. He quickened his pace, and when he was still far away, he threw the axe in his hand, and the axe flew in the air to form a round circle of light, with a buzzing whistling, it slammed on the head of a soldier in white.

The human body crashed to the ground, and Amu Gulang took a few steps, and wanted to pick up his saber and **** his horse. Another white-clothed army rushed over, only a pair of murderous aura on the face covered. Human's big eyes, a sharp spear, like a poisonous snake, pierced Amugulang's lower abdomen, and he screamed and fell to the grass.

The shepherd who rushed down the mountain from behind rushed to rescue. The knight on the horse halted the horse, and between the spears, the two shepherds showed a blood hole in their chests, blood spurting, they turned and fell down. On the ground, pressed on Amugulang's body. The masked white-clothed man was short, and suddenly lifted the white-clothed soldier who had been smashed to death, lay across the horse, and rode away.

A Oirad shepherd clutched his chest and screamed and planted his horse, with blood flowing between his fingers. The White Army’s charge was perfect. The shepherd under the mountain had basically solved it. Their horses drew a beautiful arc, and then He rushed back. Seeing the past, the shepherds abandoned the flock they depended on and began to run up the mountain in tears.

The white army behind did not ride a horse to catch up with the mountain. They began to ride and shoot arrows, using the shepherds as living targets, using extremely accurate arrow methods, nailing the shepherds to the ground one by one, and fleeing into the dense forest. Less than ten.

The white army began to gather the team, and their casualties were minimal. Under the watchful eyes of the Oirad shepherd, they smashed the horses and horses, then drove the cattle and sheep, and walked out of the mountain pass. The shepherd hiding in the pine forest could only Gritting his teeth, staring at the group of robbers who are more ferocious than them with a pair of fire-breathing eyes.

Walking out more than a dozen miles away, a man pulled down the veil on his face. This is a Han, with a slanderous smile on his face, and said: "Master Tara, your man is too brave, Oirad The people are simply vulnerable."

"Hahaha", the big man with leopard eyes and beard laughed, and also pulled down the scarf on his face. He is a commander of Bayan Mengke. Tara smiled and said, "Thanks to you. If you hadn't provided us with the information, we still don't know that there is a Oirad who is blocked by the river and cannot return to the camp."

"Yes, yes. We are all protected by Khan's brave and fearless warriors like you. We should serve Khan. Uh... I don't know how much we can get for these cattle and sheep? "

Tara smiled and said: "We have to rush to the upper reaches of the river to see if we can find other Oirad tribes. These cattle and sheep cannot be brought back. If you want, you can give them all."

The man was overjoyed, but then he was embarrassed and said: "Thanks to Master Tara for his generosity, but... we only came with more than a dozen people. It is so much to take care of such a large herd of cattle and sheep. There is inconvenience".

He frowned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, the river is skyrocketing. People over there won't come and look for their people so quickly. Since General Tara has to go back to the source, look for the **** Oirad people. , Then no one will chase here. Thank you Lord Tara, our city lord will definitely be overjoyed for your generosity."

"Brother Daliang, will General Tara give us all the cattle and sheep?" Another person next to him pulled down his face towel and said to him in surprise.

"Yes! Go and watch the sheep, don't delay Master Tara's trip." Brother Daliang finished his order, and sneered at Tara again: "Then...we're going back~ IndoMTL. com~After the triumphant return of General Tara, you must visit our Bansheng City as a guest. Our city owner just got a few fresh girls, including the beauties of the Western Regions, the girls of Jiangnan, and the gentle and considerate Japan woman……".

Talas smiled obscenely: "Well, I will definitely try the fresh ones, and you should be on the road!"

"Good! Thank you Master Tara! Brothers, catch up with the flock, we...".

"Puff!" With a dull sound of a sharp blade, Brother Daliang turned his head to look at Tara in amazement. Tara did not mind drawing the bleeding saber, smiled at him slightly, smiled affectionately like a brother, and then the sharp blade rolled up with a buzzing wind: "Kill!"

Brother Daliang’s head flew into the air with a rain of blood on his head, and the Tatar people suddenly acted. They seemed to have received the order long ago. The Han Sheng who were caught off guard by his side almost had no time to resist, so they were killed one by one. On the ground.

"Quick! Bury them up, bury them shallowly, the hounds of the Oirad people will smell them". Tara grinned and ordered: "The evidence and material evidence are all complete. When the Oirad people find these Chinese in white robes, we can drink milk wine and watch them perform a show of two tigers fighting for us. Good show, hahahaha...".