“Amo, what did you see?”
“The sun passed through the heavens and entered the palace. The rotation of the celestial sphere was five cents faster than before. The trajectory of the main star did not change, but when we entered the night, we should see Beichen rise from the top. For five hundred years. The Tianxiang has only appeared three times. Beichen is the star of war. Does the teacher, Pantheon, protect us from the punishment of the god of Beichen?”
“You ask me, who should I ask again? Do you really want me to ask the gods?”
“But… teacher, you are our Dahesa in Qingyang!”
“The teacher has been in Hessar for thirty-six years. I have never heard a saying that Pantheon told me that I might have forgotten the barbarians. Maybe he just was taking a nap. The previous generation of Dahe Sa said. Every time God sleeps for a thousand years, only three eyes are opened in this millennium. Although I feel that I am still strong, it is estimated that it is not the day.”
“That… what did you see from the stars?”
“Nothing to see! So many stars, messy, many of my former Dahe Sa want to see through the changes in the stars, but no one succeeded.” The old man leaned on the horse and picked up the white copper wine at his waist. The cans took a sip and stared at the drunken eyes. “Now they are all dead, otherwise I will not be in Dahesa!”
At noon in July, the sun has a sinister smell.
The teacher and the students were all white robes, and they stood across the two horses and stood side by side in the wilderness outside the city of Beit. The young student looked at the sky intently, his eyes were covered by two eccentric sunglasses lenses, and it was only in this way that he could observe the sun’s orbit in the celestial rays in the blazing sun.
The student’s name is Amo, like other Hokuriku nobility, he also has an elegant Donglu name, called Yan Jinglong, taking the meaning of “Silence of the Dragon”, the full name is Yan Jinglong. Amo. However, people in the upper and lower cities of Beidu City called him “glasses dragon” because he followed the technology of the river network and grinded the pair of thin mirrors that could watch the sun in the daylight.
Amo picked off the pair of ink crystal lenses and turned to see the teacher who was on the saddle. The old man yawned while pouring spirits, and his bald head was also red-hot. It is a mistake for Amo to think of the teacher to become the Dahesa of Qingyang countless times. If he is really the messenger of the selection of the gods, then the god of the gods is not much less than the teacher.
His teacher, Dahe Sa Lichang, is a person who is awed by the entire grassland. “Dahe Sa” is a noble title, meaning “the messenger of the gods of the gods”, the leader of the barbarian wizards, and the unique master of heaven. There is only one great master in each generation. Only he can learn the most profound stars and reveal the will of God. The great things in the tribe, from the expedition to the sacrifice, must be watched by the stars, and from the herdsmen to the nobility, they are all sacred to him.
Before Amao followed him to study the astrology, he also regarded Hesa as a demigod, but for the first time, he followed the big sacrifice of the annual lamb festival in Hessa, and Hesa showed his foot. The sacrifices are held on a distant high slope, surrounded by bonfires, including the Maharaja, who can only look at the distance with the herdsmen. On the high slope, Hesa sang an ancient worship song, covered in silver, with a huge rhinoceros on his head, and dancing with a sword. It seemed to call the gods to the world, so everyone worshipped.
And only Ama, who was with him at Hesa, knew that at that time, Hesa had a red face and was drunk, and he still had a canister in his mouth, holding a knife and scratching his arm in one hand. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t take a bath for a few days. Born a scorpion. The sacred worship song had four quarters, and he secretly cut off one and a half because he said that he had forgotten how the one half was sung. The poor and sincere Qingyang people will never hear the complete worship song again, because this sacred song has no paper, it is word of mouth.
The old man raised a common lemming on the grassland. Whenever a noble family came to ask him about the good and bad of marriage and funeral, he ran back to the tent, grabbed the lemming from the bamboo cage, and fed it. Wheat and black millet. If the lemming chooses buckwheat, it is Kyrgyzstan; if it is black millet, it is fierce.
Only in the dead of night, he is still like a real Hesa, when he will sit on the empty grassland and look up at the stars, sometimes it is a day and night. But sometimes Amo sat carefully beside him to find out which star he was observing, but found that Hesa was sitting there and fell asleep.
Many years later, Amo was called the greatest barbarian of the Barbarian in the past five hundred years, and the star-studded grassland, and even the famous masters of the East China, worshipped it. However, Amo always said calmly that my teacher is the one who really sees through the secrets of the stars. He actually knows everything, but he does not want to tell the cruel truth.
“Hot died, hot died!” Hesa whispered.
I don’t know if it was because I drank more wine or it was hot. He was flushed with his face, and he opened his skinny chest and shook his clothes. Fans fanned, the old man slipped from the horse back as a mud, and Amo was shocked. The horse circling around the old white horse, only to find that the old man was sitting under the horse’s belly. Hide the sun.
“Hesha, Hesa,” Amo hurriedly called him. “The Maharaja is still watching over there!”
The old man simply turned over and slept on the grass.
Amo knows that under such circumstances, he wants to call him up, so he looks at the white flag in front of him.
The white flag is occasionally displayed in the breeze, and the pattern of the leopard-like beast is flying.
The saber-toothed leopard is the totem of Qingyang. According to legend, the two beasts of this beast are like swords. They traveled on the deserted grasslands and met Lu Qingyang, the dying Lv’s ancestor. They folded their teeth as weapons and gave them to the first ancestor, and then died. Lv Qingyang established the great Qingyang tribe with two swords of leopard teeth, and the true identity of the sword-toothed leopard is the incarnation of the incarnation, who came to save his children in the most dangerous time.
Under the big, the Kuiwei barbarian warrior took the lead and looked at the southern horizon quietly. His eyes were slender and sharp, and there was a dazzling white spot in the pupil of the right eye.
Dajun of Qingyang, the owner of Lu’s Pasul’s family, Lu Wei, when he was young, he had a nickname called “White-Eyed Eagle”. It was because of this whiteness that he always felt that his eyes were particularly cold.
Maharaja is fifty years old, but still as healthy as he used to be. The epee hanging diagonally on the saddle was his weapon when he was young. He is a well-deserved warrior who used to slap the heads of countless enemies with this epee.
After his horse, hundreds of rides lined up, each one is a clothing and luxury horse, such as the dragon, the identity of the nobles in the northern city are here. The day before, the scouts sent a flying report, and the nine kings Lu Leopard of the expedition will triumph in today. The monarchs with the nobles have been waiting outside the city gate.
“Father, it’s going to be noon, and the nine kings haven’t come back yet. Let’s go back and use some food.” The second prince iron is close to his father by Zema. “The railway line is more than 900 miles away, and the nine kings are riding the tiger and leopard. Wan Dajun has a long way to go, and may not be able to come back today. It is better for the son to send a scout to the road to meet, and the news will be returned to the father immediately. Several Kings of Khan are in poor health and let them basking in the sun…”
The monarch silently turned his head to scan the people behind him. Some of the old princes couldn’t stand the sun, or they were on the saddle, or they had already left under the felt umbrella. The slaves brought ice from the cellars in the city. Blocks, gauze applied to wipe the faces of the nobility. A group of people are like sun-dried pastures that look completely unremarkable.
Dajun shook his head: “The Nine Kings are the gods of our Qingyang, and the arrows are not empty. I have seen him lead the troops for more than ten years and never missed the time.”
Iron was retired by Nono, and he dared not say anything.
“Ghost weather, the dogs are drying the skin. The nine kings dare to let their father wait, the courage is too big.” Iron whispered.
In the ceremony of the triumph of the Nine Kings, the nobles were dressed extremely solemnly, and the sweat of the whole body could not be seen in the armor. The iron is heavy and draped in a brocade, and now it’s a grin, and I can’t wait to get rid of it.
After the horse, a companion came together: “The Maharaja and the King of Khan are waiting there, the second prince can not complain, it is heard…”
With a look in the eyes, the iron looked down at him, and the young warrior who was on the side of his father sat on the battlefield and looked sideways with his father. He has a heavy robes, and the silver-embedded light is heavy, although the prestige, but such a hot weather is never good. But the warrior stood up like a long gun, his eyes condensed in the distance, motionless.
That is the third son of Dajun, Xu Dahan.
“Hard support!” Iron is sneer, “I still don’t want to please my father. How to please it is also a kind of blood of the North, but the big brother has already followed the Nine Kings, and it is a battle! I want to fight with my brother, I think!” ”
There was a cold cry from the side: “Do not waste too much, be careful to get rid of the skin!”
“Who are you?” Iron was low.
“Whoever complains about whoever swears.” The black-haired boy leaned his eyes and looked with a provocative look.
The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was like a little leopard. Although the scarf was soaked in sweat, he didn’t say anything. He just opened the half of the hem and bareed his right arm to dissipate heat. The exposed arm muscles were knotted, extremely strong, and the fingers were hooked on a heavy knife in the saddle sheath. As he pulled and closed, the glare of the blade reflected directly into the iron.
“Little scorpion! What do you want?” Iron pointed to the boy.
With the rush to press the iron by the hand, the voice is depressed: “The second prince, not angry, the four princes are deliberately provoked with you, don’t put his trap in front of the majesty.”
The boy on the black horse is the four princes. The big prince Bimo and the second prince were born by a mother, and Xu Dahan and Gui Mu were the second big scorpion, and there was no harmony between the four brothers. Both Bimogan and Xu Dahan worked with their fathers and took charge of government affairs. However, they did not come together, and each had a support from the nobility.
Amo looked at the scene between the princes, shook his head, and his heart was a little worried.
The nobility in the northern capital city, whether or not to rely on the big prince, or to rely on the three princes, otherwise the power is alone, although the northern capital city is large, it may not be able to find a place to accommodate. Only this Dahesa, no one knows what he thinks. His identity may be more honorable than the King of Khan, and many people are wooing. The great prince Bimo took a good horse and asked him to go hunting in the suburbs. He went to the place with joy. After the suburbs, he roasted the venison and drunk the wine, watching the women dance in front of the account. Da Hesa went to his tent to participate in political affairs. Dahesa’s beard was hanging on the side of the beard, silently staring at the enchanting women, holding a deer leg, and it took a long time to come back to God: “I want to go hunting with the big prince, eat venison, drink the big prince. Good wine coming. Next time the big prince will change a few more beautiful women to dance!”
At that moment, Amo was sitting on the side and saw the smile of the big prince stiff on his face. He recovered after a long time, and he laughed a few times.
The Three Princes Xu Dahan was much more restrained and rarely visited the tents of Hesa in person. However, after a few months, Xu Dahan will always send people a gift to the east land, sometimes it is a sea of jade, sometimes a roll of stars, and now in the tent of Dahesa. The silver plate with a mixed star map is purchased by Xu Dahan from the Donglu merchants at a high price. It is said to be an antiquities of the Qin Dynasty prisoners hundreds of years ago. Hesa clearly likes the gift from Xu Dahan, and accepts it every time. However, for three consecutive years, he did not go back to the tent of the Three Princes.
Amo is young and understands the purpose of this. Carefully remind the teacher that the three princes are looking forward to the teacher. At that time, Dahesa was sitting in a pile of exquisite things sent by Xu Dahan. He wiped this with a piece of lamb skin and touched it. He raised his head in a serious manner and said, “This is all he wants to send. For me, I have not promised anything.”
Dajun is getting old every year. There is always a prince who will become a new Maharaja. Didn’t Dahesa think about his future?
Amo hangs his own lens of the crystal lens and raises his head again to observe the sun’s sun. Indeed, as the old man said, the sun track is a bit strange. It is always difficult to explain the changes in the North Star, which is raised by the main star and slowly rising from the horizon. The war with the Ministry of Reality has ended, and the trajectory of the Sun has not recovered to its normal position.
Instead, it is getting more and more confusing.
“Come on! Come! It is the army of the Nine Kings! The Nine Kings are back!”
Suddenly someone shouted and the crowd was boiling.
Amo 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 敕 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 南方 In a moment, it became a rising smoke, and people can feel the earth shaking, like the anger is approaching. The huge cavalry finally appeared in the smoke, the black-and-black horses of the soldiers, the high-handed white leopard cloud banner, the flag covering the sky, and the southern grassland was white.
“Tiger leopard ride!” I don’t know who sighed.
The pride of the Qingyang Department, “Tiger Leopard riding.” Since the “Iron Float” was destroyed, this cavalry was the first strong soldier on the grassland, and felt the coming of it, only to feel that even the wind was cut.
Amo 敕 敕 要 要 要 要 要 要 要 要 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 唤 阿 唤Come.
“I finally came back…” He muttered in a low voice.
The lineup of the squadron walked out of the samurai and was close to the majesty: “Dajun, the tiger and leopard rides too fast, and the pasir will go and meet.”
The monarch waved his hand and did not speak.
Tieyi Ba, a well-known warrior in Qingyang, is also a companion to the young man. On his chest, a pair of pig iron teeth with a pair of pig iron hanging on his chest is an awesome “iron warrior”. There are only twelve “iron teeth” in the entire Qingyang department.
Ba Shu took a step back and still followed the Maharaja horse. The hand slammed slightly and slammed the handle. He is not smart, but he is somewhat uneasy about his intuition.
The cavalry has already rushed to the front. The leading green horse screamed, and the man on the horse raised the whip and immediately blew the horn. The well-trained war horse stopped the iron hoof in the yellow dust, and the entire brigade stopped in the Mercedes-Benz, but it was not in chaos. The smoke from the horse team swept down the wind, and the Maharaja and the nobles pulled up their shackles in front of themselves. But the Bab did not dare to block it. He couldn’t see anything in the smoke, his heart pounded, the hand holding the knife was tight, and the half-stained sword came out of the sheath.
He tried to stop in front of the Maharaja before, but felt a big hand holding his wrist tightly. The Bashu was self-sufficient, but the man slowly exerted his strength and pressed his knife back into the scabbard.
The monarch loosened his hand and looked at himself: “It is the bow of our Qingyang.”
The smoke has settled, and the tiger and leopard ride has all been dismounted, pulling the reins and squatting in it. The blue warrior’s sergeant’s legs were dismissed, and the red-red robes were violent in the wind. He had been galloping on horseback for a long time, and the scarf was soaked, but there was no tired look. He stepped forward and stood in front of Maharaja’s horse. The Maharaja did not move, and the two looked at each other.
Suddenly the surroundings calmed down, no one was whispering, and all eyes were gathered on the Maharaja and the warrior.
Amo tried to stretch his neck and go to see the warrior, unable to suppress the excitement of his heart. That is the nine kings known as the “Qing of Qingyang”, the highest prince of the Qingyang Department, the most dazzling hero in the eyes of young people. Before learning the astrology with Hesa, Amo, like other aristocratic teenagers, dreamed of wielding a sword and galloping the grasslands.
“Brother,” the nine kings kneel down, squatting down and squatting, the hair of the head sweeping in the soil, “The younger brother is back!”
The nobles and warriors behind the Maharaja also rushed to the ground and smashed together. The nine kings bowed to the majesty, and they did not dare to sit on the horse.
“Eru, come back, you really have not lived up to my expectations of you.”
“Like what we said when we were young, my brother asked me to do something, my brother must do it!”
Dajun slowly smiled: “I expected that there will be such a day.”
He suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly: “The nine kings are back! The nine kings are coming back!”
From the warriors, the heavy copper number was picked up, and the giant drum of the cowhide was shocked by Dazhui, and the drum music rose to the sky. The nobles followed Lu Wei to bring up the reins, and the horse stood up and the front stalks vigorously stepped on the ground. The scene boiled, everyone shouted with the Maharaja: “Nine Kings! Nine Kings! Nine Kings!”
The Mahara then waved, and the gates of the city opened. The women in the brocade were holding the utensils and the satin, and they were placed around. The fascinating Donglu brocade and the fine porcelain gold are juxtaposed, and the extravagant treasures are flowing on the grass. The barbarians are not good at handcrafting and weaving. These expensive silks and utensils are exchanged from the greedy Eastland merchants with fur and horses. This is a wealth that makes the nobles also jealous.
Amo敕 heard the low sighs in the crowd.
In the distance, there was a sound of antlers. The herdsmen whistled through the grasslands on both sides. They drove the flocks of cattle and sheep. The flocks were white as clouds, and the black yak had high horseback at each end. Ten thousand sheep and three thousand yaks slowly passed. The shepherds who drove them were riding twenty horses. They were red, high and low in color. Under the control of the shepherd, they squatted their heads and screamed like a dragon.
“These,” Dajun waved. “It’s all yours.”
“Thank brother’s reward, but…” The nine kings squatted and looked up again. “The younger brother is willing to distribute the property to the soldiers who ride the tiger and leopard.”
“Good job!” Dajun applauded and nodded. “What are these possessions? We can ride the grassland in the Qingyang Department. We all rely on our loyal warriors. What can we not reward them? But give You, my brother has another thing.”
He recruited and waved, and a sergeant turned from the samurai to kneel down, holding a tray of red gold and rushing to the majesty’s horse.
“It’s a small thing,” Maharaja glanced at the Nine Kings. “Ira don’t guess what it is?”
“My brother doesn’t know, but what his brother gave is definitely a good thing.”
Dajun faintly smiled and slammed the Yinhong brocade covered on the tray. I don’t know who was stunned with a low voice, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet. In the tray is a white fur, in the sun, each of its hair is crystal clear as snow. The monarch grabbed the right wrist of the Nine Kings. The nine kings shook and seemed to want to push it, but the strength of the iron tongs uploaded by the monarchy made him unable to escape. The monarch did not speak, just laughed and wrapped his fur around the wrist of the nine kings.
He looked back at the crowd and took a deep breath and raised the hand of the Nine Kings: “The Nine Kings are the King of Khan of the Qingyang Department! The King of Khan who has passed away for thousands of years!”
The crowd was silent for a moment, and Amo took a deep breath, and he knew what it meant. The prince of the Qingyang Department is not hereditary. When the prince died, his son could only inherit the cattle and sheep and the population, but lost his status. Only one kind of prince can pass on his status to his own children, the King of Khan. The title of the King of Khan can be either a unique warrior or a person who saved the Qingyang Department at the moment of survival. They can be like the Maharaja, with a white leopard tail on their wrists.
People seem to have come back, and more violent cheers have exploded. The warriors, led by the warriors, and the tigers and leopards, each shouted: “Khan, Khan, Khan, King Khan!”
The voices of thousands of people shouting loudly are deafening, and the simple barbarian warriors are full of fanaticism, and the look in their eyes is almost pious. Amo was also infected, and they waved their arms and shouted.
“The old lords seem to be unhappy.” Dahe Sa snorted.
Amo stunned and looked away. The three brothers of the Maharaja, the old princes of Qingyang, face each other, and Marley is in a crowd of people, looks so awkward. The wristband made by this leopard tail declared that the Nine Kings kept pace with them. Now in the northern capital city, there are four great kings of sweat.
“Brother, my brother didn’t think…” The Nine King looked at the Maharaja.
“What else do you want to say?” Dajun patted the shoulders of the nine kings with great enthusiasm. “When we were young, we played together. You told me that one day I would be the King of the Khan who looked up the entire grassland. Now you are my Qingyang. The god bow, shot the lion of the real face, you will follow the brother to build the merits of the king of the iron scorpion in the future, why can’t you be a king of sweat?”
The Nine King suddenly slammed down and slammed his head: “The younger brother is willing to follow his brother and fight for Qingyang, and he will not regret it!”
“Will you win back, how do you die?” Dajun waved his hand. “It’s not auspicious. Don’t say it.”
The white horse galloped from the battle, and the young aristocratic warrior turned over and squatted at the foot of the Maharajah: “My father is well-being, and the gods of heaven are blessing our great Qingyang.”
“Bimogan is back?” Dajun patted his head. “This time I followed your uncle and went to school. I learned a lot of things? Do you dare to lead a big army next year?”
“There is nothing dare to do with the son! I am willing to fight for Qingyang and become a warrior of the Weishen grassland like my uncle.”
“Wei Zhen grassland?” Dajun laughed. “You can have half of your uncle’s courage, it’s enough!”
He held up his son with both hands: “Your uncle wrote a letter, I really appreciate your bravery. Have you brought your own troops to the big array of Longge?”
Bimogan’s face flashed a proud look: “I heard that when my father was young, it was only a hundred cavalrymen who broke through the battlefield in the northern part of the country. When the son remembered, he felt that the battle for thousands of people was not enough. It’s a small matter. My uncle asked me if I dare, I will take the troops and rush.
Dajun laughed: “Your uncle wants to give this great credit to you! But the good son, the first time to go out has such courage, it is the eldest son of our Lu’s Pasul family.”
“Brother, brother!” The iron was squeezed through the crowd.
Bimogan waved at him far away, and the two brothers were excited together. The two sons of Xu Dahan and Gui Mu were only gathered by the Dajun, and they did not look at each other.
There are still many discussions in the crowd, and the most heart-warming is the young noble warriors.
The Maharaja and the Nine Kings whispered in their hands, faintly seemingly talking about the childhood, and the smile on the lips of the Maharaja became more and more intense. The vigilant Bayu breathed a sigh of relief, and the slaves brought the roast goat’s milk and ice together. He hurriedly took the horse and grabbed a few pieces of ice in the armor. The generals who went to the expedition also came to take the ice, and along with the nobles discussed the thrills and great agility of the Nanzheng.
Amo was hungry for the morning, grabbed it and chewed it, and took the ice to face. Dahesa did not move a little food. The old man’s move was a bit weird. He took a small sip of the wine jar and kept sipping, his eyes just looking behind the big leopard.
“This expedition, the size of the decisive battle a total of 12 games. Our Ministry of death and injury more than 47,600 people, killing the real face rebellion more than 259000 people, captured more than 54,000 horses, big cart More than 73,000 vehicles, cattle and sheep have not yet had time to thoroughly count, tents are mostly old, not easy to carry, have been burned on the spot. The real department from the Longge Zhenhuang below the nobility generals more than 60 people, did not escape one, Vale oil, 诃里吉, 拉木 alone all smashed.” The nine kings reported the results.
Bimogan took advantage of his father’s look and wanted to find some surprises. But Dajun always smiles faintly and nods.
“How did the people of the Ministry of Reality deal with it?”
“My brother once said that this war must completely calm the grasslands in the south, so the younger brother thought for a long time, or according to the custom of the ancestors, the man was killed by the whip, the woman and the young child did not kill, and they were sent to slavery and sent to the north to graze.”
The monarch nodded. “Is the children of Longge’s children dead?”
“The relatives of the side branches are mostly sinful, and the remaining three or five want to resist. They have to kill. Longge Zhenhuang has no son, and the younger brother has captured his two daughters and is not willing to dispose of it.”
“Beruha has three women…” The monarch suddenly stopped.
The nine kings also stunned. Longge Zhenhuang Buruha, this is the full name of the true lord. Among the nobles of the Hokuriku, only the relatives and close friends of the family will be referred to each other by the name of the barbarian. In the identity of Longge Zhenhuang, there should be very few people who call him by Buruha, but the monarch is still Be familiar with the name.
“My younger brother went late, and when he broke through the real village of Dazhai, he was first robbed of the second female dragon, and only found the eldest daughter Longge and the young girl Long Ge.
The monarch was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: “Dragon is really beautiful, is it dead?”
“Yes. Longge Zhenhuang was surrounded by his younger brother, and finally broke his legs. If he could not save it, he would use his sabre to kill himself.”
“Is it? It is a defeated suicide…” Dajun was indulging.
The nine kings turned and the warrior riding the tiger leopard took the vermillion hibiscus. He bent over and gave the raft to the majesty: “This is the head of Longge.”
The monarch held the raft but did not open it. He only touched it and silenced it for a long time.
Ma Yusheng came from the big battle of the tiger and leopard riding, followed by Shen Xiong’s bronze horn, and the shocking yak drum sounded again, attracting people’s attention.
Amo is a bit strange. Both the bronze and the yak drums are the rituals of the barbarians, and the troops that have gone out are commanded by the horn of the horns. Only in the grand occasions will the drums be heard. The rigorous tiger leopard rides suddenly and separates, leaving a straight avenue two feet wide, and the white horse of Xiongjun slowly steps out, followed by two red slaves with copper pots splashing water, and then a long time The silence, the people in the far away of the avenue slowly came.
The old man suddenly cheered up and wanted to get out of the crowd, but everyone looked up and looked around. He can only turn around in a hurry.
“Our Qingyang’s young masters are back,” the nine kings yelled at the Majesty. “It is the escort of the escorts. I think my brother must worry about the safety of the world, and deliberately build a big car, let the world follow the army. God bless, the world is safe, and the younger brother has not lived up to his brother’s trust.”
Amo has also guessed that such a grand ceremony is to welcome the Qingyang Shizi, the future barbarian monarch. After three years, Shizi returned to Beiducheng. According to the ancestral system of the barbarians, the older sons were stationed in the Quartet, and the closest sons inherited the father’s tents and slaves and became the new generation of homeowners. The eldest son’s shack and the three sons and shacks are fighting against each other, but no one can deny that the orthodox successor is Lu Zheng, the youngest son of Lu Wei. He has a barbarian nickname, Azul, meaning “longevity.”
Shizi’s body was not good. When he was six years old, he was sent to a warm place in the south for recuperation. At that time, there was no war between the real department and the Qingyang department. The main monarch of the real department, Longge Zhenhuang, was still the majesty of the monarch. child.
In addition to the Maharaja and the King of Khan, everyone bowed their arms to the chest. Quietly, the white figure on the avenue slowly approached, and the two white-haired female slaves were holding the old servant, and she was holding a bowed child in her hand. The servant slammed in front of the majesty, and people finally could see the child. He was so tall as a horse’s neck, a white satin coat, and even the little boots on his feet were white leather with white leopard tails on his wrists.
The drums stopped, the female slaves and the servants all licked their heads, and the servants let go of the children’s hands. The child just stood quietly and stared at his tip.
“Shizi, this is the Maharaja!” The servant whispered in horror. “Come on the Maharaja!”
The child did not move.
Dajun patted the slap and extended his hands: “Come, Azul, come to my father.”
The child still stood still and silently.
The servant was brave and daring, and the son of the world slammed down and silently slammed his head, but his movements were somewhat sluggish.
“Azul, look up, don’t you know his father?”
The child finally raised his head but did not say anything. This is the first time that Amo has seen the world, so a child with a delicate and weak style. The children of the barbarian have been riding and bowing since childhood. Most of them are like a little pony. The world is an exception. His face was a little pale, and his eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain. It looked like a girl.
Anyone can see the disappointing look on Dajun’s face.
The nine kings were slightly embarrassed, and they lowered their voices: “When the world was rescued, it was in the chaos and was a little scared.”
Dajun nodded silently.
“Malaysia, let the fools take care of the world first.” The old man finally squeezed out from the cracks. His hood was squeezed out, his robes were skewed, and the dazzling Dahesa appeared in the eyes of everyone, and even Amo could not help but blush for him. But the old man did not care about this at all. When he went up, he pinched the child’s hand, as if he had caught a baby.
Dajun nodded.
“Dahe Sa.” The nine kings were extremely humble and bowed to the chest.
“Before the expedition, the fools already knew that the nine kings would return to the triumph, the nine kings were the warriors who were entrenched in the gods, and the Beichen was the nine kings rising from the clouds.”
“Thank you for the guidance of Hesa,” the nine kings were somewhat flattered and bowed.
He looked up, but only saw the back of the old man, and the old man pulled the baby he had got to the side of the crowd. Amo knows that he is talking nonsense.
“Azul, Azul, is Hesa!” The old man pinched the child’s face. “Even if you forget the Maharaja, do you always know Hesa?”
The noble world is not angry. When he looked up at Hesa, there seemed to be a flash of light in the clear throat, and then it went down. The old man happily hugged him, and Amo looked curiously at the eyes of the child. The quiet eyes looked at him but they came out with melancholy.
