I'm sick. The stomach ache is hard to stop. My body is weak and very uncomfortable. That's all for today. If I can't hold on tomorrow, I will ask everyone for leave.
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In the black night sky, the multitude of stars was so beautiful it made one's heart palpitate. The faint silver light shone on the crescent sea below the mountain and reflected countless blinking eyes. The grass by the lakeside was soft and the wind was light. It seemed to be talking quietly to people in their dreams. Countless tents spread out from all around the crescent sea toward the depths of the grasslands. Faintly, the lights of the lanterns reflected the stars in the sky. Most of the herdsmen's tents were dark and quiet, bathing in the starlight.
Fan Xian's hand holding the cylinder froze slightly. He watched motionlessly at the movement near the King's tent by the crescent sea. It was not until a long time later that he put down the cylinder. Lowering his head and pulling in his knees, he sank deep into thought.
The Chief of Western Hu walked into the small tent and did not come out for a long time. There should be aces of the Hu tribe guarding in the darkness all around. However, the entire defense system was much looser than usual. Probably the Chief did not want the aces of the court to be too close to the tent.
Who lived in that small tent? Fan Xian pressed his dry lips together. His mood was slightly gloomy. Perhaps this discovery was a bit strange, even stranger than Wei Wucheng's coincidental encounter, but Fan Xian did not suspect anything. The Hu people would never imagine that someone could watch everything on the shore of the crescent sea from a high and distant mountain.
This was not something humans could do. Science and technology were the first productive forces. Fan Xian's fingers gently rubbed the cylinder telescope and he licked his lips. He did not leave. Instead, he waited quietly until the Chief walked out of the tent.
The 30-year-old Chief of Western Hu wore a thin cloak. He did not have his knife by his side. After he walked out of the tent, he turned his head and bowed slightly. Looking at his expression, it seemed he did not want to leave.
A cold and mocking smile appeared at the corner of Fan Xian's lips.
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After a few days, the large merchant companies in the Central Plain began to haggle with the high officials and nobles of the Western Hu court about the goods they were bringing. In order to wait for the people rushing over from the two Virtuous Kings' tents, the time was delayed by two more days.
The reason why the Royal Court was showing goodwill to these merchants was naturally to solve the problem of importing resources in the future. However, the autumn sale this time was also a luxury goods trade fair with a large amount of money. The nobles of Xi Hu had the richest resources on the grasslands. No one knew how much gold and gemstones they had. They didn't even blink when they used them to buy the luxuries of the Central Plain.
But even so, it took the merchants from the Central Plains four to five days to sell all their stock. During these four or five days, Mu Feng 'er represented the foremost merchant group in Shazhou and was also getting close to the Hu people and earning a little money. After Fan Xian performed his duties simply, he began to walk around the crescent sea. Perhaps it was to say that he was looking, or perhaps he was being looked at.
It had to be said that given his true identity, such an action in the heart of the Western Hu court was an arrogant and even stupid action.
His eyebrows had been pulled closer, and the tip of his eyebrows had been glued up a little. His skin color had changed slightly, but his handsome face remained the same. Thus, when he walked on the meadows and sand dunes near the crescent sea, he was always met with countless burning and burning gazes.
Although the women of the Hu tribe were not as open as the Central Plain people slandered them, their attitude toward relationships and beautiful men was much more passionate. If Fan Xian could show off the muscles hidden under his clothes, he believed that this kind of passion would be like a fire in autumn and directly swallow him up.
However, he didn't want to develop a relationship with the Hu tribe that could never have an ending. He walked around the crescent sea and only chatted with Wei Wucheng. Of course, no one knew whether or not he had hidden the thought of attracting another person's attention in his subconscious.
The conversation with Wei Wucheng went well. This young man from Northern Qi had probably been on the grasslands for a long time. It was rare for him to meet someone as good to talk to as Fan Xian. Occasionally, he would come to talk to him. From their conversation over the past few days, Fan Xian gradually understood some things. However, in the last two days, perhaps Wei Wucheng had received some kind of warning, he was more careful with his words. At the same time, Fan Xian found that there were a few more pairs of attentive gazes around him.
Fortunately, it did not cause too many problems. The main thoughts of the nobles in the King's tent were still on the merchants and the power they represented. Fan Xian, the pretty boy in the eyes of the Hu people, did not attract much attention. Every night, he would climb the precipitous and lonely mountain on time. Holding a pair of binoculars, he spied on everything by the crescent sea.
Late at night, the Chief did not leave his King's tent every night to go to the small tent. But, the frequency was unusually high. Fan Xian had long investigated. The small tents behind the King's tent were where normal Hu tribe servant girls lived. It was not very strange.
What was strange was why the Chief wanted to go there. What was strange was that Fan Xian and Mu Feng 'er found that it was very difficult to get close to the small tents. There were many people protecting the small tents in secret, cutting it off from the world by the crescent sea.
After waiting for four consecutive nights, Fan Xian became more and more confident in his deductions. However, he couldn't help but think mockingly that the master of the grasslands seemed to be acting a bit too respectful.
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Chilechuan.
Under the Yin Mountain.
The sky was like a dome.
It covered the fields.
The sky was vast.
The fields were boundless.
The wind blew the grass to reveal cattle and sheep.
"Does anyone know where Chilechuan is? Does the Yin Mountain refer to the mountain behind Haizi? "
Many of the tents near the court had been withdrawn. The area around the crescent sea became empty and quiet. The herdsmen who lived in search of water and grass had their own places to go. Without the goods brought by the merchants from the Central Plains, the leaders of the various tribes led their people back home. To them, the attraction of the royal court was still far less than the goods of the Central Plains.
In a quiet tent, Wei Wucheng, who had been a member of the Western Hu court's palace treasury for a year, held a piece of paper in his hand and asked a companion beside him. These people had already been on the grasslands for a year. They helped the Chief handle political affairs and gather intelligence. They had played an important role in the rise of the court. The Qing army's autumn hunt had already ended. The grasslands were preparing to welcome the arrival of winter. There were no major battles to prepare, so Wei Wucheng began to fall back on his old habits.
"Do you think you're still in Shangjing? Do you think you can still participate in the imperial examinations? " One of his companions was clearly not in a good mood. He mockingly said, "When you have nothing to do all day, you just hold poems and songs and read them. Do you even know where you are?"
Wei Wucheng was not angry. He chuckled and said, "This poem was given to me by a friend. It describes the scenery of the grasslands very well, so I memorized it. However, I don't understand two of the lines."
These people carefully savored it and found that it was indeed the case. The words were simple, but they had a grand aura. It was not something a normal person could write.
Just like this, the poem, "The sky is boundless and the fields is boundless," began to be remembered. It then spread to the Hu people around the court. It was then translated into the Hu language and sung by the Hu women as they waved their leather whips.
It did not spread widely, but rumors were better than binoculars. They were born with wings and were even better than Ye Liuyun's lightness skills.
A serving girl carrying a jug of goat milk heard it as she passed by the tent. She stood outside the tent and gently put down the earthen urn. She stared blankly for a while before wiping her milk-stained hands on her clothes.
The Chief also learned of this poem that night, but he did not pay much attention to it. There were too many things that a mighty ruler needed to consider, and he did not think that this poem could bring about any problems. He was only asked by someone to ask a few questions. When he found out that Wei Wucheng had heard it from the merchants, he did not care.
The merchants of the Central Plains had already left the court for three days. Would he chase them back just for a small poem?
Chief Yu did not care much about this matter, so when he discovered that the servant girl carrying the goat milk urn had suddenly disappeared the next day, he flew into a rage. It was as if someone had dug out an extremely important treasure from his heart.
Fortunately, the serving girl had left a letter and advised him not to be impatient. She would be back soon. Only then did the Chief stop the idea of sending cavalry to chase after the merchants of the Central Plains.
On the grasslands, the autumn grass grew long and covered the roads leading in all directions from the court. Of course, there were no roads on the grasslands to begin with. As the horses trod more, there were naturally roads.
In the direction of Qingzhou, a day's journey from the court, there was a large expanse of flat plains. It was incomparably quiet. The autumn sun hung low and was filled with a sense of desolation.
The woman dressed in serving girl clothing walked out from the long grass. She then saw the young man across from her.
There was a smile on his face, but there was a deep sense of disappointment in his eyes.
The young man looked at the woman he had not seen in three years. He looked at her face and her eyes that were still as clear as lake water. No, they were even clearer than the crescent sea. He looked at her hands that were stuck to her side and said, "You've tanned."
Haitang Duoduo, who had disappeared for more than two years, had now become a common serving girl in the Western Hu court. She gazed at Fan Xian and didn't speak. No one knew what kind of words she was silently saying in her clear eyes.
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