Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Complicated and confusing Yanran Mansion

Qi Yan only ate a few slices of mutton and stopped moving his chopsticks. Anukin ordered someone to pour kumiss for Qi Yan several times, but Qi Yan politely declined.No matter how Anukin tried to persuade him to drink, Qi Yan always refused in a soft voice. After several times, Anukin felt like punching the cotton, which made him feel very boring.

No longer caring about Qi Yan, he ate the roasted whole lamb in front of him. This time, the banquet chose the best lamb, which is small in size and has a faint milky fragrance.

Anukin ate boldly, and soon the lamb in front of him was nothing but a skeleton, and he drank two large dendrobiums of kumiss.

With a sound of "Boom", Anukin threw the meat-cutting knife on the desk, grabbed the clean cloth beside him, wiped his hands, and patted his belly to burp contentedly.

The lamb weighed at least thirty catties, and after removing the skeleton head and internal organs, there was at least ten catties of meat. In Qi Yan's memory, there were only a handful of people who could eat ten catties of meat in one meal.Those few warriors are all one-to-one warriors. Although their appetite is not something to be proud of, it is directly proportional to their strength. Looking at Anukin's explosive muscles that can't be covered by soft armor, he must be a natural Divine power.

Anukin raised his hand and licked the beard around his lips: "How is the imperial envoy eating?"

Qi Yan: "Thank you for the hospitality, it's delicious."

Anukin: "Then go back and rest, and don't send it off."

Qi Yan got up, shook her sleeves and cupped her hands: "I have a merciless request."

Anukin: "Speak."

Qi Yan: "I have heard for a long time that Luobei is rich in fine horses. I wonder if Mr. Nagus can let his subordinates take me to visit the racecourse and find a gentle horse for me to ride too?"

Anukin smiled heartily for a while: "What's the problem? Artudu, take him to visit the racecourse."

……

During the two-hour banquet, Anujin didn't mention Concubine Ya at all, let alone Nan Gongwang who was ill. Such abnormality naturally attracted Qi Yan's attention.

Although she was in Anukin's territory, she did not sit still.

Qi Yan turned to look at Atudu beside him: "Where is the racecourse?"

Atudu's Weiguo didn't speak well, so he raised his finger in one direction: "That."

Qi Yan: "Thank you."

The racecourse is located at the foot of Momo Mountain. From a long distance, you can hear the sound of rumbling hoofs and the neighing of horses. When you walk into the fence, you can see the scene of thousands of horses galloping. It seems that the ground is trembling slightly. The scene is very shocking.

Behind the horses, there were a few prairie men wearing animal skins waving long whistles to drive the horses. Qian Tong drew out his sword and stood in front of Qi Yan, watching the horses not far away vigilantly.

Qi Yan was much calmer. She could see such scenes almost every day when she was a child. The grassland people who drove the horses held whips called whistles. Generally speaking, they were about ten feet long. They needed training from a young age to control them freely. A pair of bone pieces as thin as a cicada's wings are tied to the head, and the bone pieces will be damaged if handled improperly, and the whip will also be destroyed.

The whistle whip only dances in vain and never hits the horses. It relies on the special sound made when waving to drive the horses. The purpose of driving the horses is to maintain the vitality of the horses.

In the past, Qiyan Suhebalu told Qi Yan: Horses are the legs of grassland people, and they must maintain their vitality before they can go into battle at any time.

Now that the grassland has long been "unified" and there is no more war, why is there such a large-scale horse drive?

Atudu grabbed the horse's belly and ran towards one of the horse drivers. The two of them didn't know what to say. The other party took out a bone whistle and blew it vigorously. After running on the grass for a while, they gradually stopped and dispersed.

Adutu came back, took out a cloth bag from his arms and threw it to Qi Yan: "Pick a horse and ride it."

Qi Yan nodded, and Qian Tong took the initiative to say: "Master, why don't you choose a horse for you?"

Qi Yan: "It's rare to come here. You can't see the scene of thousands of galloping horses in the capital. You don't have to follow me. Take this opportunity to pick a good horse yourself."

Qian Tong: "But..."

Qi Yan: "Go."

Qian Tong: "Yes."

Qian Tong has been with Qi Yan since he was 13 years old, and he knows Qi Yan very well. This seemingly small talk is actually an order that cannot be violated.

Qi Yan went straight to the horse herd. Although this group of war horses had been domesticated, they were very wary of strange smells. When they smelled strange smells, they snorted warningly, and some timid horses ran away.

Qi Yan was not in a hurry, and walked over slowly with light steps, while Atudu was watching not far away and showed no intention of helping.

The second time was still the same: as soon as Qi Yan approached, the horses rushed away.Adutu laughed out loud, and the rest of the horse drivers also looked like they were watching the fun.

Qi Yan pretended not to notice, and walked further away to the group of horses, but the result was still...

Repeated this several times, the prairie people who watched the excitement talked in prairie dialect, laughed enough and stopped paying attention, and Qi Yan had gone further and further away.

She looked back, and Atudu had turned into a small dot.

Qi Yan walked towards the group of horses again, this time the group of horses did not disperse again, even a few horses that had run away turned a corner and came back voluntarily.

Qi Yan used her ability to communicate with horses. In order not to attract the attention of others, she asked the other horses to go further away, leaving only a gentle old horse by her side.

Qi Yan untied the cloth bag given by Atudu, grabbed a handful of corn and put it in the palm of his hand. When the old horse finished eating, he patted its neck again.

The horse snorted relaxedly, and a long-lost smile appeared on Qi Yan's face.

This smile was clean and sincere, and the smile was revealed from the bottom of her eyes. If Nangong Jingnv saw Qi Yan at this time, she would definitely find that Qi Yan's previous smile was all a disguise.

Qi Yan asked the old horse a question, and after getting the answer, he went to the other horses, asked a few times, and roughly got the answer in his heart.

The old horse told Qi Yan: The racecourse has not driven horses for a long time, probably because the grass turned yellow last time and suddenly resumed driving horses.

Autumn on the prairie comes early, the last time the grass turned yellow...it was at the end of July last year.

The answers of the other horses were similar to those of the old horse, and a few foals even complained to Qi Yan that they were very afraid of the sound of the whip and whistle, and they were exhausted every time.

Qi Yan comforted them with a smile, and fed them all the corn in the bag, and the little pony circled around Qi Yan happily.

Afterwards, these foals were claimed by their mother, and Qi Yan watched the foals staggeringly following behind her mother with her hands behind her back, and looked back at Qi Yan from time to time.

The arc of Qi Yan's lips lingered for a long time, and warmth flowed in his heart as he watched the distant horses.

Few people in this world treat horses equally, but they do not know that horses are the most spiritual and purest of all animals.

Although dogs are loyal, there are vicious dogs but no vicious horses.

Only a four-year-old young horse remained beside Qi Yan. The horse's father died of illness, and the mother died of dystocia when giving birth to the first litter. Neither the mare nor the foal was kept. It was left alone.

Qi Yan didn't intend to choose a mount, but seeing the pony staring at her expectantly with wet black eyes and snorting in favor, her heart softened again.

Qi Yan sighed softly, remembering the past Liuhuo.

Qi Yan: "If you follow me, you will leave the grassland and go to a strange place, have you thought about it?"

The horse bent all four hooves and lay down on the ground, and gave Qi Yan the answer with actions.

Qi Yan was also moved by the sincerity of the horse, and stepped onto the horse's back.

A war horse only recognizes one master in its life, and the horse dies when the man dies...

Zi Liuhuo sacrificed himself to the savior, this is Qi Yan's second mount.

With a cheerful cry, the horse galloped forward, its long and thick pure black mane fluttering in the wind.

The horse is the most spiritual, it does not blindly recognize the owner just because Qi Yan can communicate with it, it can feel something deeper, and knows that the owner of this level of running can easily control it.

Qi Yan showed a smile, looked around and saw that no one could see this side, so she let the horse run for a while, she hadn't galloped a horse for many years, this feeling of the breeze blowing on her face.

After a while, Qi Yan clamped the horse's belly, and the horse and its master connected with each other and slowed down.

Qi Yan expressed his situation with a logic that horses can understand, and the little black horse slowed down again, Qi Yan was also happy to see that his mount was smart.

She noticed that the horse's two eyes were surrounded by a narrow circle of gold, other than that the whole body was black: "From now on your name will be Jinhuanwu."

Qi Yan rode the Golden Ring Crow back to Atudu's side. A few feet away, the Golden Ring Crow began to shake its head and snort heavily, looking extremely reluctant.

Qi Yan also pretended to be nervous, and smiled inwardly: "Master of the mount, this horse is really destined for him."

……

Qi Yan rested in Yanran Mansion for three days, although Anujin ordered people to treat him with delicious food and drink, he didn't show up again.

Qi Yan approached Ding You to inquire about the situation, and the other party said: The masked man didn't give any further instructions, so let Qi Yan wait.

Qi Yan thought for a while and decided to take the initiative: he was ordered to pick up Ji Ya and the sick Nangong Wang back to Beijing, so many pairs of eyes were staring at the accompanying team but they didn't even see the shadow of the Lord, which was unreasonable.

Anujin seemed to have expected that Qi Yan would come, the guard guarding the gate neither asked nor passed on, but just locked Qian Tong outside the door, and led Qi Yan to walk in.

Qi Yan followed behind the other party without saying a word, but her brain was thinking rapidly.

After receiving the order from the masked man for the first time in several years, everything that happened around her seemed strange, and what made Qi Yan even more worried was that she could not predict what would happen next...

This feeling is very bad, like being beaten back to the years in the Nameless Valley, and I am once again reduced to a pawn in the hands of the masked man, with no choice or retreat.

When he came to the inner hall, Anukin asked people to step back, stared at Qi Yan's amber eyes, and asked, "Do people from Wei have such pupils?"

Qi Yan: "My eyes are not born, but caused by a serious disease."

Anujin was noncommittal, but instead said, "Are you here to pick up Ji Ya, or Nangong Wang?"

Qi Yan replied calmly: "There seems to be no conflict between the two."

Anukin snorted coldly, and looked at Qi Yan with a pair of tiger eyes, as if trying to see through the person in front of him: "Jiya is not here."

Seeing that Qi Yan was silent, Anujin continued: "She is in Ulan City, father Khan left her a pasture before his death, from here go north another three hundred miles."

Qi Yan frowned, since Er Rihe accepted the official position of the Wei court, Anukin could no longer call him "Father Khan".

I don't know if the other party made a slip of the tongue or did it on purpose, if the latter...

Qi Yan's heart sank, but her first reaction was not how to escape, but how to quickly pass this news to Nangong Jingnu.