Sparrow dream dance

When the news of Emperor Yanling's death reached her, the weather had just entered autumn.

The red agate-like setting sun gradually sank, and finally sank into the ridgeline of the wilderness, and the overwhelming darkness enveloped the entire Mobei, looking desolate and tragic.

She stood at the highest point of He Jing, the strong wind blew her gorgeous and flying robes, making hunting noises, and also caused the jade buds on her hair to hit lightly, making a clear ding-dong sound.

There was a clang of armor, and a deep voice came quickly.

"General...you are finally here." The guard standing beside her saw the mighty and steady black-armored general, and hurriedly stepped forward to take his saber, saying, "Your Majesty, stand still!" It's been a whole day... No matter how much I persuade you, I still refuse to go back to the palace."

"Back off." Looking at the slender figure that made his heart ache, he waved his hands.

The guards left quickly knowingly.

He quietly watched her jet-black hair that hung down to her waist and was blown up by the wind, and the corners of her crimson red dress, which fluttered high like a fluttering butterfly.

He suddenly remembered that when he met her for the first time, he had seen such gorgeous colors under the sunset at dusk.

It's just that at that time, he didn't understand why such a woman would appear in front of him, looking so beautiful and so sad.

But now, he already understood. .Her happiness and sadness are all because she always thinks about a person who is destined to hurt her.

only. .

He clenched his fists secretly, but still walked forward slowly.

only. .He still couldn't stop loving her.

Especially at this time.

He walked behind her, followed her gaze and glanced at the sky that was as silent as the Dead Sea at this time.

He took off his cloak, gently put it on her shoulders, looked at her pale lips, and said with regret, "Your Majesty, you can no longer stand here, let me take you back to the palace."

As if she didn't hear, she still stood still, a few strands of black hair brushed past her eyes and covered her eyes, making it difficult for people to see the water in her eyes.

But he still saw it. He looked at her who said nothing, and clenched his fists more tightly.

Of course he understood how painful she was at this moment, but her pride prevented her from saying it.

In fact, from the moment she left that person, he understood how painful she was.

He originally thought that her departure was an excellent opportunity for him.

It wasn't until later that he realized that her leaving just showed how much she loved that person without hesitation.

Because she knew that her staying would only bring disaster to that person and that person's home country.

Therefore, she finally chose to fulfill the other party by sacrificing her love.

He also asked her if she regretted the decision.

But she looked at him and said indifferently, thinking that in this day and age, talking about personal love and hatred is too trivial and too extravagant.

In these years, as the Queen of the Huns in Mobei, she never cared about herself in order to revitalize the grassland.

Although He Jing's ministers begged her to select the son-in-law as soon as possible and give birth to the emperor for the Xiongnu as soon as possible, she was never moved.

Of course he knew why she refused to move.

In the beginning, in order not to embarrass her, he even took the initiative to ask her to abolish him, who was not worthy of the name, the golden sword son-in-law.

He never gave up on wanting to marry her, but he, Mu Kun, is a tough man, and he doesn't want her to be his wife reluctantly just because of the order of the former king.

But now, she has reached her thirties, and that person is no longer alive.

How could he bear to see her always alone.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said to her in a daze, "Your Majesty, I, Mu Kun, have never been very good at talking, but I still want to ask Your Majesty to listen to me. I know that you have never forgotten that person in these years, and you know that I am a rough man and I can't stand up to Your Majesty. But I hope Your Majesty can understand that no matter how great the sacrifice is, no matter when and where, even if you have not asked, I am willing do anything for you."

Her body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head to meet his extremely serious eyes.

He gritted his teeth and continued, "I didn't say this because I wanted you to thank me or think about other things, because I understand that you may never really need me in your heart. But if you really can't bear it At this time, you might as well think about what I said, I hope you can understand that there is someone who will always be behind you and accompany you."

"Mukun." After a long time, she finally looked at him and said softly, "I always knew that you treated me really well."

When Mu Kun heard this, his heart beat fast.

She paused, lowered her eyes again, and lowered her voice, "But... I don't know how to love others."

Mu Kun's heart sank again.

"And... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

Suddenly her body was a little shaky, she looked very sad, but there was a decisive light in her reddish eyes, "I absolutely don't believe that she will die."

Mu Kun looked at her, feeling a pain in his chest, and said with all his strength, "Your Majesty... this is the end of the matter, why do you need to deceive yourself again..."

"Even if everyone in the world tells me that she is dead." She interrupted him resolutely, and repeated word for word, "I also know that she will not die."

Mu Kun couldn't say a word anymore, he lowered his head slumped.

He didn't know what power it was that made her still have such an almost absurd belief in a person she hadn't seen for years thousands of miles away.

However, he really envied that person, so envious that he felt sad.

He sighed and said, "You are such a silly girl."

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Mobei, it seems to be snowing.

He Jing's palace also became more and more cold.

After Emperor Yan Shaodi Murong Siyan came to the throne, he soon canceled the alliance between the former emperor and the Xiongnu.

At this time, Mobei has only been peaceful for seven years, and its vitality has not yet fully recovered.

The chiefs of the various tribes have been divided and independent since the death of the Hun King. Although they appear to be attached to each other, they are actually just afraid of the suppression of the Emperor Yan Murongyan who had an alliance with Chu Xiati, and not all of them are loyal to Chu Xiati.

At this time, after Murong Yan died, many patriarchs took a peek at the Huns' throne, or that beautiful queen.

In order to prevent civil strife in the grassland from recurring, the important officials of Hejing headed by Minister Zuo had no choice but to desperately beg Chu Xiati to put Mobei Sheji as the most important thing, choose a family to marry and marry, and join hands in exchange for eternal peace.

Among all the tribes, the Beirong branch is still the most powerful. The patriarch He Lianhu even brought soldiers and horses, as well as jade and pearls, and rushed to Hejing without hesitation.

The implication is obvious.

If you can't marry the queen, you will meet with swordsmen!

"Are you all crazy?!" Mu Kun looked at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground, and shouted with thick necks, "Whoever dares to persecute the king will be an enemy of me, Mu Kun!"

Chu Xiati sat on the upper seat with a blank expression on her face.

"General Mu is serious, how dare the ministers persecute the king?"

Minister Zuo looked up at him, and said, "Thinking about it, although General Mu has been in Mobei for many years, he is a Han Chinese after all. How can he understand the determination and long-cherished wish of us grassland people to unify Mobei for generations?" He looked at Chu Xia. Ti, continued, "The former king, Yingwu, ruled the grassland. It is a pity that he died young and his family and country were divided. Now the situation is imminent, and the chiefs of various tribes will arrive in Beijing tomorrow. If it is not helpless, the ministers and others will never make such a bad move to wrong the king. I also hope that the king will put the grassland as the most important thing, and don't let down the painstaking efforts of the former king."

"You...you..." Mu Kun pointed at him, so angry that he couldn't speak.

But Chu Xiati stood up and said calmly, "Everything will be decided after meeting the chiefs of the tribes."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

Mu Kun quickly chased after her, stopped her, and said, "Your Majesty...you...do you really want to marry? You don't like any of them at all!"

Chu Xiati looked at his anxious face, and said quietly, "I have my own idea."

Mu Kun's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long time, he said, "I'm afraid...I'm afraid you will force yourself again."

Chu Xiati shook her head, smiled very lightly, and said nothing.

It seems that after forcing herself to leave that person, for her, nothing in the world can be called reluctant.

She was walking in the deep corridor, and Mu Kun was one step away from her, following her, determined to send her back to the palace.

A line of patrolling guards saw them from a distance, and they all lined up on both sides to avoid them, bowing their heads in salute.

Chu Xiati walked over without looking sideways, and Mu Kun waved his hand, indicating that the guards could continue patrolling.

Suddenly, Chu Xiati's footsteps froze, and she suddenly turned her head.

"Your Majesty?" Mu Kun looked at Chu Xiati who looked a little surprised, and asked in confusion.

Chu Xiati stared intently at the line of guards who were slowly walking away. For some reason, her heart beat a few beats faster.

With her legs uncontrollable, she ran forward holding the palace skirt, grabbed the last guard, and pulled him towards her desperately.

The guard's young pupils were full of shock, and he tremblingly looked at Her Majesty, who was covered with crystals in front of him, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Kun caught up and stared at the two of them, frowning.

It wasn't until a piece of icy cold fell on her smooth forehead that she slowly recovered.She let go of her hand, raised her head in a daze, and saw that the sky began to be full of snowflakes.

She turned around without saying anything, but her eyes were getting redder and redder.

Hejing's first snow of this year is getting bigger and bigger.

Mu Kun hurriedly held her cold hand and asked, "You...what's wrong with you?"

She shook her head, trying to smile, but tears rolled down her cheeks.

It has been several months since knowing the news of Murong Yan's death, and she has never shed a single tear.

But just now, she clearly felt a breath of that person suddenly.

It seemed that she was beside him.

But after seeing only a strange face, she suddenly felt very sad.

She faintly felt that she might be wrong. .Maybe that person really is no longer alive.

The whole night, she curled herself up secretly, laughed and cried, cried and laughed again, and finally fell asleep when she was extremely tired.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to the time when she was still in Yanjing, she was imprisoned in Fengyi Palace by that person, but no matter what, that was the last day they were still together.

At that time, she was really disheartened, and she always told the man stubbornly, never to see her again.

It's just that she didn't expect it either. .I didn't expect that it would really become a prophecy.

"I miss you so much." The tears on her face were like flowing moonlight, "I really want to see you again."

Not knowing if it was an illusion, she felt that the dream and reality suddenly overlapped.

In the dream, someone touched her cheek while she was drowsy, and now she clearly felt a pair of warm palms caressing her cheek.Someone slowly approached her lips. . .

She wanted to open her eyes, but she seemed too tired to move her eyelids.

That night, she slept extremely peacefully and with peace of mind.

It was as if the breeze was blowing gently, and even the lips and teeth were filled with light clouds and the faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

When the morning light shone into the palace room, she opened her eyes, slowly reached out her hand to touch her lips, and looked at the empty palace.

She stood up, pursed her lips tightly, swept away the fragility and helplessness of last night, and replaced it with the proud and unyielding queen of Mobei.

She put on a bright red and gorgeous palace robe, slightly red lips, thick ink-like black and shiny long hair stacked on the top of her head, revealing a beautiful white neck.When she appeared in front of the chiefs of the tribes, who was noble, charming and radiant, everyone held their breath as if being stabbed by the dazzling light and did not dare to look at her for a long time.

Only He Lianhu, the chief of the Beirong tribe, had no scruples. After Chu Xiati took his seat, he stared at it for a moment, and even forgot to put down the wine bottle in his hand.

Chu Xiati glanced at the strong and bearded Helian Hu, and a trace of bored coldness slowly appeared between her brows.

When Minister Zuo saw this, he coughed heavily, reminding the chief of the Beirong clan who was sitting at the table next to him, who was extremely impolite.

He Lianhu put down the wine bottle, walked to the center of the hall swaggeringly, pulled out a scimitar with intricate patterns and inlaid with agate from the back of his waist, and smiled at Chu Xiati, "Your Majesty, this precious sword was my father's Follow the treasures given by the previous kings after their birth and death. My father left this knife to me after his death. Your majesty also knows the customs of our grassland people. Family heirloom swords have always been given only to women you like. Now I would like to present this knife to your majesty as a token of respect I have a lot of admiration for the King."

After Helian finished speaking, the audience was silent and stopped their movements.

But seeing that Chu Xiati's expression didn't show any ripple, she just ordered someone to take the scimitar over.

Mu Kun gritted his teeth, wishing he could crush the cup and bottle in his hand.

And when Na Helian saw Chu Xiati took over his knife, he raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly, and squinted at the disappointed expressions of the other patriarchs.

He thought, after all, this queen is only a woman, and she needs a strong man like himself as a backer.

Just as I was thinking about it, Chu Xiati said quietly, "It really is a precious sword. I have heard for a long time that the Helian clan of Beirong is very good at swords and horses. When Brother Wang was alive, he often mentioned to me that there are many warriors in Beirong. The patriarch is even more brave."

Helian was a little flattered by Chu Xiati's praise, and her gaze became even hotter, without hiding her desire at all.

But Chu Xiati suddenly paused and said, "It's just that I can't accept this knife for the time being."

He Lianhu was taken aback, and everyone was also taken aback, all eyes were cast on Chu Xiati.

"I once declared to the world that I only marry the bravest people on the Mobei grassland."

Chu Xiati said seriously, "Everyone at the banquet today is an outstanding talent of our Huns, it is really difficult to choose. In order to be fair, I will set up a martial arts field in the suburbs of Hejing tomorrow, and those who are interested must compete in person. The winner No matter who it is, it will not only be the son-in-law of Xia Ti, who sweats profusely, but will also be the leader of the Huns, and all the tribes must agree to follow him in the future."

"I don't know if everyone here has the guts to bet on me?"

After saying this, the audience was silent for a long time.

This is indeed a gamble, or a gamble with only one winner.

The implication is that the winner will not only be able to sit on the beauties and become the leader of Hejing, but also become the real leader of the ministries and control the troops of the entire grassland.

But if he loses, he may have to obey orders in the days to come, and he will not be so comfortable.

Chu Xiati looked at the stunned crowd, and finally showed a beautiful smile, and said excitedly,

"What? No one dares?"

He Lian stared at Chu Xia Ti, seeing her smile, her head became hot, and said loudly, "Why don't you dare! He Lian Hu is willing to fight for the king himself!" After finishing speaking, he directly bit his finger, Drop the blood into the wine bottle and drain it all at once to show no regrets.

Soon, there were bursts of voices in the banquet hall, not to be outdone, and everyone bit their fingers to make a promise.

With a bang, Mu Kun pulled out the saber from his waist, stood up, coldly glanced at the excited people present, and finally his eyes fell on the calm Chu Xiati.

Minister Zuo trembled, "General Mu...what do you want to do?"

He swiped the knife across his palm quickly, and the blood flowed down and fell into the wine bottle.

He didn't seem to be in pain, he drank it in one gulp, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and stared at everyone.

"Your Majesty, is this Han Chinese qualified to marry you?" He Lianhu asked, pointing at Mu Kun.

"Anyone who is willing to bleed for me is eligible." Chu Xiati said.

"Hmph, does that mean that if a beggar is willing, he can also marry the king?" Helian said dissatisfied.

Chu Xiati lowered her eyebrows and said, "Yes, if even a beggar can beat you, I will marry him."

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That night, Mu Kun found Chu Xiati who was standing in the courtyard watching the snow.

"Why are you bothering?" He asked in a deep voice, "Obviously no matter who wins, you won't be happy."

The snowflakes fell in her eyes one by one, and they turned into tears, she quietly said,

"I always thought that the seven years of peace in Mobei was because of me, but I didn't expect that it was all because of her."

Mu Kun didn't speak.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, but during Murong Yan's reign, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers at Yanmen Pass were really like reinforcements to defend Chu Xiati at any time.

"If she sees that I'm so useless... she'll make fun of me..." There was a cry in her voice.

Mu Kun finally couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her trembling shoulders tightly from behind, and said in a hoarse voice with red eyes, "Isn't there still me... I said, even if you haven't spoken, I'm willing to do it for you." You do everything at any cost. So... If you really can't bear it, can you stop being brave and rely on me a little bit, even if it's just for a while."

Chu Xiati froze in place until she heard the sound of snow falling on a branch, and then she broke free from Mu Kun.

She turned her face away and looked towards the bare pear tree in the courtyard.

Southern orange and northern trifoliate, the land in Mobei is much more desolate than Yanjing, but she still tried her best to plant pear trees here.

No matter how impossible it is, she takes care of it every day and still wants to try.

As for the poplar by the grassland, although it is tall and stalwart, it can better shelter her from wind and rain. .

but. .After all, it wasn't what she liked in the first place.

"I'm sorry..." She came back to her senses, bit her lip and said softly, then turned and hurried back to the hall.

In fact, if she could look a little longer, she might have seen two deep footprints under that pear tree.