Reincarnation of the powerful minister

North Desert, Oala Department.

The vast Milky Way spans the sky, and the stars are shining brightly, covering the lush forests and grasslands in spring.

After the shamans held the blessing ceremony, a huge bonfire was lit in the wide square in front of the golden tent of the king's court, and countless tents around were illuminated by the fire.

The flames made the faces of the Vala men red. They sat around the bonfire, eating barbecue, drinking kumiss in big bowls, and chatting loudly with smiles on their faces.The girls danced in their best costumes, and the singing resounded through the night sky.

This is a grand feast, to celebrate the safe return of the great prince Altan, and also to celebrate Altan being fully recognized by the sacred tree of Ulan Mountain and given the status of shaman. The feared great witch is enough to frighten other tribes.

The Bor Khan King Hu Kuoli, who had been ill in bed for many days, was infused with a surge of excitement by the sudden good news, and his spirit suddenly improved. He walked out of the golden tent tonight to drink and have fun with his clansmen.

The protagonist of the banquet left quietly after drinking for three rounds, and walked alone across the meadow to the Selenga River.

Under the moonlight, silver scales appeared on the dark river, flowing quietly.

Altan left the shaman costume in the dome tent. At this time, he was only wearing a brand new camel robe with a collar and fragrant cowhide boots.

His wavy curly hair has grown from the shawl to his waist, and it is tied into a long braid with a gold thread braid, inlaid with large and small gold beads, and hung loosely on his shoulders.

His complexion is deep, and his hair is as white as snow, and the golden hair accessories are extraordinarily bright, but compared with his blazing sun-like pupils, this brightness seems to be quite inferior.

Altan stood on the bank of the river for a while, took off his robe, trousers and leather boots, and walked into the river naked.

On a spring night in the Northland, the water temperature was cold, but when the river flowed over his body, it was like flowing over a tall and hard rock cliff. It didn't make him shiver at all, it could only take away the frost and dust from the journey.

Drops of water rolled down from his young and muscular muscles, and Altan shifted his gaze from the tattoo on his chest, which became more red after being wet with water, to his left arm.

The ribbon was still wrapped around the arm, and it was dyed dark green by the juice of the fruit of the sacred tree, which also prevented the skin covered by the ribbon from penetrating the medicinal juice, leaving circles of spiral light-colored marks.

——He still remembers that this is his original skin color, and he also remembers every day he spent in the tribe with his father, brothers, and clansmen.

But I still can't remember where the ribbon came from.

Looking at the material, the silk from the Central Plains is used.But in his impression, he has never been to the Central Plains, nor does he know people from the Central Plains, and he would not buy such a hair accessory that has nothing to do with his attire in the border mutual market.

So how did it come about?

This ribbon, like a fog lingering in my heart, is difficult to touch and penetrate.

He tried to dispel the fog. When he fell into a state of anxiety, he wanted to burn the ribbon several times, but the moment he threw it into the fire, he was always stopped by thoughts that came from nowhere, and his hands refused to listen. He snatched it back as if ordering.

At this time, he would think of the words of the old shaman of the guardian tree:

"If you forget, it means it's not important enough. If it's important enough, you'll remember it one day."

... Forget it, Altan thought, let it stay attached.Maybe one day, I will get back that memory, maybe I will never remember it for the rest of my life, that is also the will of the gods.

As the night wind blew past his ears, Altan moved his ears suddenly, and turned his head to the river bank where the grass grew as tall as a person.

"Heiduo witch." He said in a deep voice.

The blades of grass swayed, revealing a tall and thin figure covered in a black robe, with strips of leather hanging from the robe fluttering in the night wind.It really is Heido.

Heiduo's hoarse voice came from under the hood: "It is said that Altan, the son of the sacred tree, has eagle-like eyes, and it is true."

Altan said: "No, I didn't see you, but I heard the sound of the copper ring knocking when the wind blows through the leather belt, and I smelled the holy oil on your body."

Heiduo said: "Why did the prince escape from the welcoming feast? Has the long absence made you unfamiliar and uncomfortable with this ancestral land?"

Altan narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied: "No matter how far my body is from my homeland, my heart is still here. Unlike some people, I don't know where my heart has gone when I am in my homeland."

His voice is as majestic as a mountain, and has a faint scimitar-like sharp texture.This made Heiduo suddenly feel that Altan is different from before.

Not only are the colors of hair, skin, and pupils different, but there has been an avalanche of drastic changes in a field that is deeper than the soul and can only be fiddled with by gods.

Heiduo couldn't help but glanced at the Altai Mountain in the distance—the perennial snow on the top of the mountain could not be seen in the night, and only the majestic outline of the mountain could be vaguely outlined—the Altai in front of him reminded him of this mountain.

He was silent for a long time, bowed his body, and quietly backed away.

Altan smiled suddenly and said, "Great Wu, thank you for treating my father's illness when I was not in the clan."

"This is my duty and my heart."

The hoarse voice dissipated in the wind, and Heiduo's figure also disappeared into the grass.

Amidst the sound of the rushing water, Altan walked back to the shore step by step, letting the night wind take away the water droplets and moisture from his body, before putting on his robe.

He returned to the royal court, but he didn't enter the square intertwined with singing, dancing and alcohol, but got into one of the countless tents around him.

A dozen or so burly men who were drinking in the tent jumped up the moment they saw him, and called out, "Elder Prince—"

Altan pressed his palms down, signaling them to sit down, and he himself sat among the crowd, picked up the wine bags in their hands and took a few sips with his head up.He wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "Your fathers, brothers, sons—those guards who followed me out of Wala last year will never come back again!"

The dozen or so men's eyes turned red immediately, and they gritted their teeth and said, "We saw the eldest prince come back alone, his appearance changed, and we guessed something."

Altan said: "I only remember taking them away, but I don't remember how I lost them. I need your help."

A man said: "Before I set off, my brother said that he would go to Ming Country with the eldest prince."

The other man thought for a while and said, "Yes, go sell the horse. The eldest prince himself said that this is a training task given by the elders and must be completed."

"Last September, a batch of tea and salt came to our tribe from Ming Country. They said they were obtained by the eldest prince from selling horses. The soldiers who escorted the goods were also Ming people. I chatted with the guide and heard that they came from Qingshui Camp in Lingzhou. .”

Lingzhou, Qingshuiying.Altan memorized these two place names firmly, and asked: "The cargo is all Mingren, without my guards, there is no one?"

"No, even the guides were found by them. I also asked why the eldest prince and his party didn't come back with the goods. They couldn't explain clearly. In the end, they left all the skinny delivery horses and left overnight. .”

"This was at that time. If it were changed to now, none of these Ming people would be able to leave." A man swallowed his wine hard, and said harshly, "All of them have to leave their heads on the wooden pillars outside."

"How?" Altan asked.

"You disappeared in Ming Country, and there is no news. Not even one of the guards came back. Only the accompanying witch Heiduo and his servant boy came back, saying that you were murdered by officials of Ming Country with despicable means, and the body was buried. Abandoned, he only took back a strand of your hair."

A dim light flashed across Altan's eyes, and he touched the braids on his shoulders.

"Yes, just like you are now, it is a lock of white hair, and the gold ornaments on the hair are indeed marked with the seal of the royal family. The King Khan recognized the gold ornaments. The witch said that your hair turned gray because of the Chinese Mingren's poison."

Ming country official, murdered, highly poisonous.After Altan memorized it, he asked again: "Since then, my father's health has been bad?"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting next to him sighed: "King Khan really loves you... It's a pity, but my forehead can't love me anymore."

Altan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him: "The heroic spirits of our ancestors will turn into long winds and hover around us, and your father is no exception. He is watching you."

The Wala boy sniffed hard, wiped his face with his sleeve, and showed a resolute look: "You are right, Altan, I can't embarrass him. I am the only man in the family now."

The man on the opposite side kicked his ankle: "I want to call you the eldest prince!"

The Wala boy glared at him: "I, Erqige, also call him 'Altan'!"

"Can you be the same as your father? Besides, the prince is now a great witch!" The man opposite wanted to get up and kick him.

Al Tan stopped with a smile: "It's okay, just call Al Tan, I feel more comfortable."

While speaking, the cloth door of the dome tent was lifted, and a man in cavalry uniform stood at the door and said, "So it's here. Eldest prince, King Khan told you to go to the golden tent."

Altan got up, left behind a sentence of "I'll come back to you later", and walked out of the tent with the cavalry.

The Golden Tent is the residence of the Khan. It is as big as ten noble tents, and is decorated with gold, jade and wolf and leopard fur.On the golden pagoda on the top of the tent, a statue of a condor is lifelike and fierce.

Altan stood in front of the golden tent, looked up at the golden condor statue, and was in awe for a moment, as if there was a scorching brilliance flickering in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, he returned to his original state, put his hands on his chest outside the tent, and said loudly, "Father, Altan is here."

Khan King Hu Kuoli drank a little more wine at the reception banquet, but now he felt weak in his hands and feet, so he had to lie back on the big bed covered with snow leopard fur.

The guards brought Altan to him.Altan knelt down on the edge of the bed, and put his father's hand on top of his head.

King Khan patted his head and said slowly, "I'm back. It's good to be back."

Altan discovered for the first time that his father's voice had become so weak and old, and his once robust body was so thin that it could be knocked down with a single punch.

There was a soreness in his chest, he cleared his throat, and said, "I'll be back, my father should be fine."

King Khan withdrew his hand and sighed: "I hope. I called you here because I have two things to tell you."

"Father, please tell me."

"The first thing is that we and Mingguo are on fire. They killed you, but thanks to the blessing of Changshengtian, you came back alive. But the envoys we sent to deliver the credentials all died in the official residence of Mingguo. In the letter that Emperor Jinglong wrote back to me, instead of expressing guilt and apology, he showed the arrogance of the heaven and the kingdom, and he casually chopped off the head of a poisoned official to deal with us.

"Our battle with Ming Country is inevitable. So don't think about the possibility of repairing your relationship with them."

Altan frowned slightly.In all fairness, he has no hostility towards Mingguo, including the Mingguo official who poisoned him and lost his head, and because he has no impression of this, he can't feel the pleasure of revenge.

He even admires and yearns for Ming country's culture.

However, in this longing, is there also a trace of ambition to take the wealth and elegance of the Central Plains as his own?Altan asked himself, and found that he couldn't answer "no" frankly.

But he didn't feel that now was a good time to start a war with Mingguo.

"Father, although our Oirat cavalry is strong, we may be able to tear through Ming's border defenses in a deep raid, but the opponent is a huge monster. Once the army gathers to counterattack, we may not be able to attack their capital." Altan persuaded, " Besides, all the tribes in the Northern Desert, especially the Tatars, have been eyeing us all the time, I was afraid that the rear defense would be empty, and the Tatars would take our royal court instead."

"You don't have to worry about this!" King Khan Hu Kuoli said decisively, "I have reached a preliminary agreement with the Tatar grand master to attack the inscription together."

Aletan felt dark in his heart, so he stopped admonishing him.

King Khan said again: "Second thing, you have to trust Heiduo's loyalty and judgment."

Altan quickly lowered his eyes, preventing his father from seeing the astonishment in his eyes.

"If there is only one person in the tribe who is trustworthy, that is him. Altan, you promise me that no matter whether the father is alive or returns to the Changshengtian, you will treat Heiduo as a master."

I already have a master.Al Tan thought, my master passed everything on to me before he died, and I promised him that I must do one thing.

Seeing that he was silent, King Khan raised his voice in displeasure: "Altan!"

Altan raised his eyes, looked at his father gently and attentively, and smiled heartily as usual: "I have kept these two things in mind, father, don't worry!"

Only then did Hu Kuoli heave a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes tiredly, the eyeballs trembling rapidly and restlessly under the thin eyelids.He reluctantly said: "Father is tired, you should also go to rest."

Altan touched his withered fingertips with his lips, got up and left the golden tent.

Hu Kuoli endured it until he was sure that his son was gone, and finally couldn't help shouting: "I've said it all! I've said it all as you said! Medicine, give me medicine!"

He rolled around on the bed, biting the leather mattress with his teeth, and hitting the bed with his head, weeping and wailing from his throat, not to mention that he no longer had any majestic aura, he was no longer like a human being, like a desperate animal .

"Medicine...give me medicine...quickly give me..."

A black figure came out from the depths of the tent.Hu Kuoli fell off the bed, crawled close to him, took a black pill the size of a longan from his palm, and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently.

After a long time, Hu Kuoli let out a long breath, as if the soul fell back into the aging body from the chaotic and turbulent fragmentation.The king who ruled across the northern desert in the past is now lying hunched on the ground, uttering meaningless ravings.

Heiduo looked at him condescendingly, like a silent and cold ghost.

Altan walked out of the golden tent.

The banquet on the square was coming to an end, and the Vala men embraced the girls they liked one after another, and walked towards their dome tents.

There were quite a few beautiful and bold girls, with drunkenness and smiles, flocking towards Altan—even though his skin color and hair color had changed, the eldest prince was still burly and handsome, and even added a kind of monstrous sex appeal.They hope to win his favor, even if they don't have a status, a one-night reunion is still good.

The most enthusiastic girl hugged Altan's waist tightly and said with a smile, "Prince, look at me, am I the most beautiful woman in the tribe?"

Altan looked down at her and said, "Indeed."

The girl laughed happily: "Am I qualified to serve you for one night?"

Altan said, "Yes."

The girl blushed, her eyes were as bright as the starry sky above her head: "Then where are we going?"

"You have the qualifications, but I don't mean it." Altan pulled her hand away and stuffed a huge golden bead into her hand, "Go buy yourself a piece of silk and make a beautiful dress, Wear it and all the lads will fall in love with you."

The girl accepted Jin Zhu disappointedly: "But except you, the eldest prince."

Altan smiled, didn't say anything, turned and left the flowers on the prairie.

He did not return to his tent, but went into the wild.In the darkness that no one could see, his face sank, and his eyes gleamed with anger——

On Khan King Hu Kuoli's body, he not only smelled aging and chaos, but also smelled a sweet, rotten aura.

He also smelled this kind of smell in the old shaman's medicine cabinet.

The old shaman pointed to the box of black ointment and said to him, "When my legs were cut off, I survived by relying on this stuff."

"Is this a magic medicine?" Altan asked.

The old shaman gave a chilling laugh: "This is the devil's medicine! It can make you forget all pain and suffering temporarily, and it can also make your soul fall into hell, and you will never be able to recover! I spent ten years Only time can really get rid of its influence.

"Smell this smell well and remember it. I shouldn't have given it to Heido at the beginning. If you meet my traitor again, you will not only get back a pair of legs for me, but also completely destroy this medicine for me! "

Altan agreed.

The old shaman was afraid that he would not care, so he specially asked him to catch a bear cub and feed it the ointment several times.

When the medicine was stopped, the cub was agitated, howled and rolled, pounced on them again and again, hit the fence until his head was broken, and finally cut himself open with his claws that had not yet fully grown, and died in extreme pain. .

Altan was terrified, and fully realized what the devil's medicine is.

But now, he smelled the smell of medicine on his father's body.

"Heido Shaman is still in the tribe?"

"Of course! Now it's time to call him Great Elder. Even King Khan respects him very much. How dare you call him by his first name!"

He remembered the conversation with the Scout Cavalry, and clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

Eagle on the golden tent, have you seen all this too?If you really carry the souls of your ancestors, please leave the throne controlled by darkness and fall on my shoulders.