Looking for green hills

The sun was shining brightly outside the study, but the atmosphere inside the room was tense. The doors and windows were closed tightly, but it seemed that there was a cold wind blowing in from a hidden corner, making people feel chills on their backs.

Gu Yuanshan stared at Jiang Youpan without moving, and pulled his thin lips lightly to reveal the first smile of the day, but this smile was extremely cold: "Master Jiang, don't you think it's ridiculous? You keep saying that you want to take refuge in me, but you don't care about me?" The first request you made was to let me let go of my greatest enemy?" Gu Yuanshan threw the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on the table, and said coldly: "You are like this, why should I trust you?!"

Jiang Youpan bit his lips as if holding back something: "Of course you can trust me, what I do when I become an official in the court will make you understand that everything I said today is true, and what I want in this life is nothing more than One day we will see our army regain the lost land and the people in the old place can return to their homes. Other than that, I don’t ask for any fame or fortune, I only ask you to let King Ning live.”

Gu Yuanshan glanced at him expressionlessly: "Actually, I'm curious. Since you care about him so much, why don't you just go to assist him? Even if he temporarily advocates a peace and truce, I believe that with your eloquence, you will be able to persuade him to send troops to fight against him in the future." Why do you want to bet your treasure on me and beg me to spare his life? Isn't it superfluous?"

Jiang Yousi shook his head helplessly, with a bleak smile on his face: "No, I can't convince him... If I could, I would naturally not choose you."

"Oh? It seems that there are some secrets that I don't know about. If Mr. Jiang is sincere, he should get straight to the point. It's meaningless to hide it like this."

Jiang Youpan sank into the wicker chair a little dejectedly, and said with a wry smile: "I know that since you caught me entangled with him that day, if I want to gain your trust, I must tell you everything, but this past happened before For me, it's just a little heavy... The story started when I went to Dayan to welcome King Ning back to the country two years ago..."

Prince Ning's bloodline was originally the cousin lineage of Emperor Yongchu's father, and this cousin made a big mistake back then, and was stripped of his title by the late emperor and sent to the cold northwest. It was very miserable, decades and years passed, and by the generation of King Ning, there was only such a son left in the family.

At that time, the three towns in the northwest had been occupied by Dayan for several decades. Although Dayan was unable to recover the lost land, he was unwilling to give up his territory easily, so he sent soldiers to make trouble on the border from time to time, often taking advantage of Dayan's cavalry. When the prevention and control is not strict, they rush into the town to burn, kill and loot. They don't like to fight. They often run away after burning. They have completely learned the method of the Dayan people to harass the border of Dayan. In this way, the people on the border complained. Not enough.

At that time, Dayan survivors and Dayan people in the three towns in the northwest often lived together, but these border soldiers only cared about whether they were their own people or not, and many Dayan survivors were massacred.

That's how King Ning's parents died.

King Ning was only five or six years old when his parents were killed by border soldiers, and his kind neighbors took pity on him because he had no father or mother, so they adopted him.The neighbor is a couple from Dayan Kingdom. They have no children themselves. After adopting King Ning, they love King Ning as their own son. They named King Ning a Dayan name—Ulan.

Ulan, red, has exuberant vitality. They hope that little Ulan can be as happy, free and full of vitality as a pony running on the grassland, but this hope came to an abrupt end when Ulan was 15 years old.

It was a summer evening, and the green grassland was full of cattle and sheep running around. Ulan rode a horse and waved a whip to drive the cattle and sheep home. The summer evening wind blew his loose long hair into a mess. The turquoise earrings between the ears were also swaying with the cool wind, and the little friend who was herding sheep behind him chased after him, "Ulan, I miss the butter tea made by your mother, let me go to your house to taste it." Try it."

Ulan shook her hair, revealing a pair of clear and bright eyes, "I'll let you drink if you can catch up!" After saying that, she pulled the reins tightly and ran away with a "wow".The little friend knew that he couldn't outrun him with a horse, but he was the fastest man on the grassland, so he laughed rascally behind him and said, "I don't care, I have to let me drink a bowl of buttered tea if I can catch up with you today. "

As the sun set, the orange-red sun cast its afterglow at the end of the grassland, covering the whole grassland in blood.Ulan's horse ran fast, but ran back to the town in a short while.Crowds of sheep followed him into the town, and the sound of horseshoes mixed with the cries of cattle and sheep floated in the sky, but the usually bustling town was almost eerily quiet at this moment, without any human voice.

Ulan jumped off his horse and ran towards his small courtyard. As soon as he reached the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He kicked open the wooden door with all his strength, and saw his adoptive parents lying in a pool of blood, with a stab in their chest. Holding two long knives, blood was flowing, and his home was turned into chaos, all doors and windows were smashed, tables and chairs fell to the ground, and even the rice in the rice vat was swept away.

Ulan stood outside the door trembling all over, his eyes fixed on the handles of the two long knives, on which the words "Dayan Patrol Battalion" were shot into his heart like poisonous arrows.

Why? !Why? !His biological parents, his adoptive parents, and all his relatives and loved ones were all killed by these bandits. He rushed to his adoptive father like crazy, pulled the long knife from his father, held it in his hand and rushed Going out, the little friend who followed him dragged him desperately from behind, "Ulan, what are you doing? Don't be impulsive. I went to see it just now. Everyone in the town was killed, and there was no one alive. , You are going to die now! Come with me, let’s go deep into the grassland, let’s go to the foot of the snow-capped mountains, no one can find us there.”

"I'm not going, I'm going to kill them, I'm going to fight this group of Central Plains people to my death!" Ulan shook off his hand and ran out, the little friend was thrown to the ground by him and had to hold onto his leg firmly with his hands , "Are you worthy of your parents when you die? They love you so much, if they know that you are going to find others to fight for your life regardless of your own life, they will be sad, even for them you have to live!"

With a "click", the long knife fell to the ground, and Ulan's whole body strength seemed to be drained in an instant. He fell to the ground, his clear eyes were bloodshot, and the young man's thin shoulders couldn't help trembling, crying heart-piercingly Shouts resounded throughout the town: "Abba!! Ama!!"

That year, he was only 15 years old.

Three years later, with the imperial decree in mind, Jiang Yousi brought a hundred guards dressed in casual clothes to the foot of the snow-capped mountains deep in the grassland, looking for the only surviving royal blood.

To avoid causing unnecessary panic, he only brought two guards into the horse farm in the hinterland of the grassland. He lied that he was a businessman from the Central Plains and wanted to buy some good horses for breeding.

The owner of the racecourse is an uncle in his 40s, who speaks a not-so-fluent Central Plains dialect, "If you want to buy a horse, you can find me. I have the best horses here, and there are also people who can run the fastest on horses."

Jiang Yousi showed great interest: "Oh? I have admired those knights who can gallop under the blue sky and white clouds since I was a child. Could you recommend me?"

Seeing that he was so interested, the owner of the racecourse might buy some more horses, so he said happily, "Of course, please come with me."

That was the first time Jiang Youbi saw Ulan. On the vast grassland that stretched as far as the eye could see, Ulan rode topless on a dark horse and galloped towards Jiang Youbi under the blue sky and white clouds.The bronze-colored chest muscles kept trembling with his movements, the beads of sweat on them gleamed dazzlingly in the sun, a pair of clear and transparent eyes stared at Jiang Youpan without any emotion, and the turquoise earrings dangled non-stop .

Behind him was a snow-capped mountain that never melted all year round, and a herd of galloping horses. He grabbed the reins and stopped in front of Jiang Youpan like a god.

At that moment, Jiang Youpan unconsciously clenched his palms in his sleeves, and took a few steps back.

"Ulan, come down and meet the original guests." The horse farm owner waved to Ulan who was riding on the horse. Ulan was silent for a moment, then jumped off the horse expressionlessly, and walked in front of Jiang Youpan.

He is tall and straight, with a strong milky smell on his bronze-colored skin. As if provocative, he approached Jiang Youpan step by step with his bare chest. , under his great pressure kept retreating, the two of you came and went until they retreated to the edge of the stream, just one more step back, Jiang Yousi would fall into the rushing stream, but he did not He didn't care, and still retreated quickly like avoiding the plague. Seeing that he was about to fall into the stream, Ulan suddenly grabbed him by the waist and brought him into his arms, squinting and said: "You people from the Central Plains! Are you so timid?"

Jiang Yousi's stature was not considered low among the people in the Central Plains, but at the moment being held in Ulan's arms, he couldn't move a bit like a bird. His cheek was pressed against Ulan's naked chest, and his lips even touched his chest. Touching the salty sweat on the bronzed skin, the thick milky smell and strong masculine breath surrounded him, and his face turned red immediately after "coaxing".

He used all his strength to open Ulan's arms, his eyes widened and he said angrily, "Are all the people on the grassland so presumptuous?"

He thought he was menacing, but in fact, his small face was red, even the ears were red. Ulan stared at him for a while, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but there was still no warmth in his eyes.

The owner of the horse farm hurried over to smooth things over, "Don't get angry my guest, people on the grassland are more enthusiastic, he didn't intend to offend you."

Jiang Youpan leaned towards the horse farm owner calmly, escaping from the terrifying aura that enveloped him, he cleared his throat and resumed his previous solemnity: "I heard that you are the fastest runner on the entire grassland ,May I have your name?"

"Ulan."

"Ulan... Do you want to leave the grassland and go to the Central Plains to have a look? I plan to buy a batch of horses and go back to breed them. I just need someone to help me train the horses. Are you willing to come? I can pay a high price."

Ulan seemed to be tired of this conversation at last, so he jumped on the horse without even looking at him, "Why would you let me go with you who can't even ride a horse? Do you think everyone is like you people from the Central Plains?" Do you love money? Humph, stupid Central Plains people!"

After he was about to ride away, Jiang Youpan suddenly rushed to him and pulled the rein, "If I learn how to ride a horse, will you be willing to follow me?"

"You learn it before you talk, people from the Central Plains." Ulan gave him a disdainful glance.

Jiang Youpan tightened his grip on the rein, lowered his head and hummed, "Can you teach me?"

"What did you say?" Ulan stared at him with a downcast face.

"I said, can I trouble you to teach me... I can pay your tuition." Jiang Yousi raised his head and looked up at Ulan as if making up his mind.

He is a man raised in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. He has red lips, white teeth, and fair skin. Even in the capital, people often say behind his back that he is "male and female, and female in female." But it is not his fault that he is beautiful. Literary talent is full of economics, and he has great ambitions to regain the country, so he naturally doesn't care about those who gossip behind his back.

But for some reason, he was a little afraid of Ulan, and instinctively wanted to stay away from this man, but he had to find ways to get close to him because of his sacred mandate.When he raised his head and looked up at Ulan, he unconsciously bit his lips with his canine teeth, biting the already bright red lips until they were about to drip. His fair skin was seductively pink because of the teasing just now, and it was so strong in the grassland. Under the sunlight, it shone with a strange luster.

This is a beautiful man. Even though he is from the Central Plains, he is a beautiful man who can't help but look twice. This is Ulan's first impression of Jiang Yousi.

Sitting on the horseback, Ulan looked at him jokingly for a while, then suddenly leaned over and grabbed his waist, lifted him onto the horseback, and held him firmly in front of his chest, "Okay, I'll teach you, you have to hold on tight." , Central Plains people."