Suo Jinling

You are not allowed to carry knives or guns when you enter the tent, and you are not allowed to look up at the Khan. The large tent is larger than the other side tents. When you enter, you can smell the strong smell of animal bones. There is a copper pot in the middle, and I don’t know what is cooking in it. , the skin and flesh were boiled, and white foam floated from the top of the soup.

The rest of the little Gele salivated and looked at the cauldron from time to time. The big tent was full of fur and animal bones, and a dried tiger head hung every few steps, grinning at them, as if the animal head was roaring in the mountains, and the wind was blowing strong stench.

The keel sandalwood was scattered, and several people entered in a file. They clenched their fists in front of Khan and pressed them to their chests. They knelt on one knee and saluted: "Father Khan."

"look up."

Lan Jingming raised his head slightly, looking up at his father's face.

Beiyi Great Khan Lanchi Aguda was tall and tall, with a red-brown beard covering his face, red pupils, a high nose and a big mouth, a thick neck like a bell, and a jet-black bear skin under his seat, surrounded by several snake-like snakes. Beauties, each of them is topless, with thick fur in their arms, looking shyly at Little Gele who dare not look up.

The sweat has a strong desire, and he can't leave the beauty by his side for a moment. Because of this, there are many Beiyi Gele, and there are countless small Gele. Some of them were sent to the battlefield. Father Khan knows.

Father Khan couldn't remember these sons, and which son made military exploits and conquered more territories had the opportunity to meet Father Khan and be praised by Father Khan.

Little Gele didn't see Father Khan a few times a year, each of them blushed with excitement, secretly raised their heads from time to time, and described Father Khan's appearance, Lanchi Aguda looked at the account, and said after a while: "There was chaos in the account a few days ago. doing what."

Lan Jingming quietly clenched his fists, his back muscles arched.

Landur suppressed the news too tightly, and the little Gele didn't hear the slightest bit of wind, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay: "Father Khan, these days are preparing for winter hunting, and the children are training horses and camping, so I dare not slack off... "..."

Lan Jingming hummed twice, looking at his nose and heart, his eyes hanging down to the ground, not wanting to meet his father Khan's gaze.

But he had thorns on his back, and his father's eyes wandered over their heads. If the coercion had any substance, it was so overwhelming that people couldn't lift their heads.

"Lan Jingming."

Lan Jingming's head buzzed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The rest of the little Gele looked at him angrily, annoyed that his father remembered his name, and the back of his neck was stung. The child is here."

After a long while, Lanchi Aguda waved the beauty back, causing the rest of the little khans to retreat, and said to Lan Jingming, "Come to Ben Khan's seat."

In front of Khan's seat, there was women's makeup and the smell of dried animal bones. Lan Jingming knelt on the ground, lowered his head, not daring to look directly at his father.

Lan Chi Aguda leaned on the couch, stretched out his arm, and placed it on Lan Jingming's head: "My son is brave, and this Khan is very relieved."

Lan Jingming suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the coolness fell on his back. The rough cloth rubbed against the wound, rubbing the flesh and blood sorely.

"What is Randuer doing these past few days?" Lanchi Aguda didn't let go, stroking Lan Jingming's hair, using his rough knuckles to pull up a few strands of blond hair, "He refuses to tell the truth, so tell me about Ben Khan. "

Lan Jingming leaned down, and stuck to the ground even tighter: "My child is in the tent, and Gele seldom informs me. After winter, there is a lack of clothing and food in the tent. There are many female relatives in the tent, who asked me to find food. So I went into the mountains to find a hunter, took his house and knives, hunted in the forest for a few days, and hunted many hares and white snakes, and piled them up in the tent."

Lanchi Aguda stared at him: "These days, you are not in the tent."

"Yes."

"What Randur did, you don't know."

"Yes."

Lan Jingming almost fell to the ground, his nose was covered with fur, and dried blood rushed into his nose, which made him feel nauseous.

There was silence in the tent, Lan Chi Aguda rubbed his fingers, lingered on Lan Jingming's head, brushed over his thin shoulders, and caressed his tightly gripped neck.

"Ben Khan was unfair. I didn't mention you as Gele. My son was wronged," said Lanchi Aguda. I am as big as a Beiyi, and there is no one available for a while."

Lan Jingming bent down and bowed again: "I am willing to go through fire and water for my father."

"To be a general, you need to be tough, to advance and retreat, to be able to endure what others can't bear, and to expand the territory for our northern barbarians," Lanchi Aguda sighed, "Gele will be selected in a few days, and I hope my son will be the first. "

Father Khan's hands were as heavy as a thousand weights, and Lan Jingming's back was trembling, trembling: "Your son will definitely go all out and go through fire and water for my Beiyi, and I will die."

Lanchi Aguda looked at him for a while, then gently raised his arms, the beauty in the corner walked out, holding a fiery red pill in the porcelain plate, the pill was fragrant and crystal clear, like a piece of flawless jade, served on a white porcelain plate middle.

"My son has suffered a lot of injuries and his body is weak. Benhan specially prepared a pill of Danfeng Hongning for you. This is refined from the Huodanfeng that has grown for hundreds of years in Huainan Mountain. It takes ninety-nine and 81 flowers to make one pill. It has a miraculous effect on the blood, eat it quickly."

Lan Jingming lowered his eyes, not daring to raise his head: "The child's talent is dull, and his martial arts skills are mediocre. It's hard for him to accept his father's kindness."

"Eat," Lan Chi Aguda waved his hand, and pushed the tray in front of Lan Jingming, "My son is brave and good at fighting, wise and brave, and I feel very comforted for my father. Don't be shy and act like a woman again."

The firewood in the tent was burning, beeping and dancing, the beauty yawned, her body was overflowing with powder and powder, she was wearing fox fur, with a bun on her head slanted, a beast leg bone turned into a decoration, inserted | hair strands.

She was weak and boneless, leaning against Lanchi Aguda, pushing the plate in her hands but remained motionless, and the pill stood quietly in the middle.

Lan Chi Aguda was condescending, like a towering mountain, pressing into the canyon. Lan Jingming's wound on his back was still hurting, and there were some cracks. He knew that this matter could not be avoided. The Huo Danfeng is indeed a holy nourishing product, and Li Gele and his colleagues fought fiercely on weekdays, but they couldn't snatch a single one.

The porcelain plate was handed to him, and Lan Jingming took it respectfully, and swallowed it into his belly: "I thank Father Khan for the reward."

"My son, Lanchi Aguda, will turn into an eagle and become the overlord of the grassland," Lanchi Aguda embraced the beauty, put his waist on his knees, "Return to the account."

Lan Jingming quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and with the sound of entangled water behind his back, he retreated out of the tent in small steps, passed the big pot, the tongue of fire underneath was longer, and it smelled of burnt burnt, Lan Jingming was dizzy from the smell of meat , quickened his pace and left, before he reached the entrance of the tent, he suddenly heard thunder behind him, and his father's voice came from afar, like a heavy hammer pressing on the top, and exploded in layers: "This pot of soup has been boiled for two hours, The meat and bones turn into thick juice, which is the most nourishing and nourishing, drink two bowls before leaving."

Lan Jingming felt nauseous and was in a dilemma: "Father sweat..."

"It was rewarded by Ben Khan." Lan Chi Aguda's voice came from afar, like a magic voice filling his ears, shaking Lan Jingming's chest, "You will follow."

Lan Jingming had no way to refuse, so he could only sit by the pot, stir a long spoon, and scoop out a spoonful of soup.

After cooking for hours, the soup still had a fishy smell, which made people's eyes black, and they couldn't sit still. Lan Jingming was short of food and clothing, and often couldn't finish his meal. His stomach was already broken. After the collision, he forced himself to vomit, scooped out half a spoonful with difficulty, and stuffed it whole into his mouth.

This taste is very strange, I don't know what the soup is made of.

Lan Jingming held his chest with his hands, rubbed his Adam's apple with his fingers, and forced himself to swallow. After doing this several times, his tormented stomach was full of acid, and he leaned over to breathe quietly: "My child dare to ask my father to sweat, this is... What soup?"

"Thick soup made from wolf bones," Lanchi Aguda said in a loud voice, with a hint of a smile, floating from a distance from the tent, "The wild beasts in the mountains are the most nourishing. My son, don't underestimate it."

The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the sky and the earth apart, the long spoon in his hand turned into firewood, tearing his burned skin to pieces.

There was a sound of wind in his ears, and there seemed to be a huge mountain pressing down on him in the dark night, crushing him until his muscles and bones were broken, his intestines were pierced and his stomach was rotten, and he was crushed to pieces.

He couldn't move, his chest turned a thousand times, and the porcelain spoon trembled and gurgled softly.

"Why don't my son eat it?" Lanchi Aguda said, "Is there something unspeakable?"

Lan Jingming woke up with a start, the back of his neck was sweating profusely, and the wound was stinging, as if someone had rubbed it with salt grains. His muscles and bones were so dizzy that his eyes were blackened.

Fortunately, he was hiding in the dark, and his figure was mostly blocked by the cauldron. He stiffly rolled the long spoon and stirred the soup slowly: "Son...thank you, Father Khan, for the reward."

The soup smelled greasy and burnt. Lan Jingming took one sip after another until his belly swelled. Half of the soup in the pot went down. Lan Jingming couldn't choke anymore. He leaned over and put down the long spoon: "I dare not disturb my father."

The tent was already lively and fragrant, the beauty kept smiling, and the sound of water was continuous, Lan Jingming quietly exited the big tent, walked quickly outside, raised his hand to call for the white horse, and was about to get on the horse, when his knees suddenly bent, boom It hit the ground with a sound, and a stone the size of an egg hit his thigh. Lan Jingming raised his hand to stroke it until his leg was bruised.

He was dazed for a moment, called the white horse to ride on, hurried into the depths of the dense forest, and came to the banyan tree where the two hugged each other. Using hands and feet together, he climbed straight into the canopy of the tree, pulled Landao really off the branch, and fell to the ground hard.

Landao really raised his neck, gritted his teeth, and glared at him. Without further ado, Lan Jingming pressed his knees on his waist, and slammed his fists down hard. Landao really turned his head and spit out half of his broken teeth.

Landau's real biological mother is one of Khan's most favored beauties. She should have been directly promoted to Gele, but Khan said that he was still young and still needed to be honed, so he started from small Gele and promoted step by step. Gele knew his identity, and he was the only one who looked after him. He never dared to bully him, let him point out where to fight, and dared not disobey his orders. He only felt that Khan had a preference for Lan Jingming, and he never had a relationship with Lan Jingming. Deal with it, play tricks on Lan Jingming, he is addicted to playing tricks on weekdays, Lan Jingming never cares about it, and even retaliates a little, but at this moment, Lan Jingming's chest is churning, his eye sockets are sunken, his eyes are red and swollen, and his fists hit the ground, crushing his joints. , threw out a few lines of blood.

"Get out," Lan Jingming squeezed his palm tightly against Landao's true throat, his blue eyes glowed coldly, like a wild wolf baring its sharp fangs, "Don't force me..."

Landau's eyes were stiff, his eyes were scattered, his round cheeks were wrinkled, his limbs bounced a few times, his chest heaved up and down, his face was flushed, and he burst into tears.