A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 811 I want to go home
Yuan Wuyou saw that he was the only one left in the empty tent, so he ran out in a hurry. He ran into Rouran Moyuan, who called her to the king's tent to discuss matters.

As a result, there were no Khan and queen in the royal tent, only the prime minister and state teacher who assisted the Khan, and several envoys from the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

An ominous premonition once again loomed over my heart.

It turned out that the Rouran State Master had originally proposed to marry her to his old subordinate who was over sixty years old, but the man just sent news that he had died of illness, and she had to marry the man's son as a concubine according to the rules.

Then the imperial teacher asked her when she would get married.

Yuan Wuyou was so sad about her fate that she couldn't speak, but her sobs and crying could be heard.

Just then, the young man who was waiting outside the tent rushed in.

The boy's originally clear and gentle voice became low and gloomy due to the harsh tone:
"She is a relative of our Tuoba family and a distinguished young master of the Central Plains. Even if she wants to get married, she has to choose!"

After saying that, he disregarded the rules and grabbed the girl's hand in front of everyone.

"I heard that you are one year younger than me, how come you are getting married? I haven't helped you with the screening yet."

The Rouran young master's blatant protection of his own people and support for the princess sent by the defeated country shocked several Rouran officials.

Then the Rouran Khan also came.

The current female Khan of Rouran is of the same clan as the female emperor of Western Wei. After the death of Yujiulü Khan of Rouran, the grandmother of Wanyu and the grandfather of Tuoba rebuilt the Rouran. Because they received support from the female emperor of Western Wei, Yuanjia, they changed their surname to Tuoba.

In fact, the first Khan of the Rouran, Yujiulü Shelun, was originally a general of the Tuoba clan and a direct descendant of the Donghu Xianbei.

During the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Tuoba tribe migrated southward and took the opportunity to conquer other tribes. Together with their kin, the Wanyu tribe, they gradually dominated the northern desert, calling themselves the Rouran and rising wildly. Now that the Yujiulü tribe has been defeated and the Wanyu tribe has been incorporated into the Tuoba family, the Tuoba tribe has stood up again.

Now, the Rouran female Khan and male queen treated Yuan Wuyou with great kindness and were as warm as a family.

Because Nagule was the only son, and the female Khan liked her daughter, she tried to get her to stay and to strengthen the relationship between her and her son. She didn't even have to change her surname when she gave birth to a granddaughter, which was called recognizing one's ancestors.

Yuan Wuyou wanted to ask a question. He was the only prince of Rouran and grew up in the northern border. How could he not have several good fiancées? Why would he stay until he married her?
As if he could see through her thoughts, Nagule said solemnly and firmly: "Before you, I never dared to get close to girls. Only you are different."

Yuan Wuyou felt very uncomfortable. She knew it was a dream, but she didn't want to wake up.

Here, Wan Yuwu's mother and father treated her as a hostage very well and gave her enough respect. She had her own tent, and even the maids never stepped into her tent...

And what about Wan Yuwu? Ever since he was old enough to understand, he had been bullied in Chang'an Yongxiang, hungry, and had no place to stay. His own mother, the Queen Mother, treated him as if he didn't exist.

Even though she met him unexpectedly, brought him to her side, to Huaxu, and treated him well as she could, he was still a stranger in a foreign land who was not liked by everyone, and the inferiority complex of living under someone else's roof had plagued him since he was a child.

Similarly, although they all encountered the light of the sun and the moon, the ways in which they were helped were very different.

He saved her body and soul, and redeemed her. But the Yuan Wuyou back then, and even the Yuan Wuyou of yesterday, could not pull Wan Yu Wuyou out of the childhood alley.

The brighter he was in her dreams, the more it reminded her of how haggard he was in reality.

At that time, the boy saw the girl with a melancholy face, and suddenly shedding tears. He panicked and reached out to wipe her tears, but he was afraid of causing her disgust, so he was at a loss. "Don't cry! What's bothering you? Tell me what you want! Oh, right... you can't say it." He stretched out his palm habitually, "Then write it for me."

The little girl wrote on his warm palm: "I want to go home."

Then she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Looking at her pretty baby face with sad features, her amber eyes full of pearls, and her fragile and breakable appearance like a white porcelain doll, Nagule's heart was broken.

"You want to go home? Aren't your family members...Aren't we considered your family? Although I don't know what you want to do sadly, I will help you go home."

After a pause, his pair of watery dark eyes looked firm and said,

"If I had the chance, I'd like to take you home."

The days here were the most comfortable time for Yuan Wuyou, except when he was with his mother. There was no trace of the tragic grandeur of Zhaojun's journey to the frontier, only the joy of being taken back by her family after her mother died and being spoiled.

She grew poppies in her tent and made milk tea. Fresh milk and goat milk were delivered to her every day. He lived next to her tent.

Because the young master's tent was near the king's tent, a tent was specially set up for her. It was close and convenient for him to take care of her and visit her.

It seemed like Nagule had developed a habit of coming to see her every day to make sure she was okay before returning to his tent. His initial excuse was that he learned that her flower was called poppy, which was similar to his name.

Later, with a blushing face, I made it a habit to accompany her.

The sixteen-year-old young master of the Khanate was innocent, sincere, bright and lively in front of her. He had already learned the necessary lessons to govern the Khanate in his clan. It was as if everything had turned upside down. This time, he was the crown prince and she was his study partner.

It's just that she has been surrounded by male officials since she was a child, and she can't have close friends, but he only has her as a relative, and he sticks to her like nothing. Sometimes, when he discusses matters with the officials and the people until late, he will come to her tent to ask for midnight snacks.

He taught her how to make wok tea, how to heat the wok to fry rice and put milk lumps in it, how to make Mobei's unique salty milk tea, how to make beef jerky and milk tofu, etc...

From time to time, she would make one or two side dishes and cakes with Central Plains flavor. Even if they were not cooked well, he, the young lord of the Khanate who was used to eating delicacies, would accept them all and praise them blindly, showing great favor.

The two of them were the most suitable couple in Mobei. Even though they hadn't expressed their feelings yet, they were already as harmonious and sweet as a married couple.

Days and nights in Mobei, the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, only the two of them remain unchanged, and their true feelings gradually emerge. And the field of poppies she planted outside the tent are all his sincere heart and shy confession.

The young man would take Yuan Wuyou to ride horses on the grassland to see the snow that never melts in summer at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. He would play music for her while holding the horse-head fiddle and sing "Chi Le Chuan Under the Yin Mountains".

Nagule would take Yuan Wuyou to the birthplace of the Tuoba family, Gaxian Cave, to worship their ancestors. He would also take her to Wuchuan to participate in the summer hunting meeting, in order to win the first prize for the white fox she liked.

He lived in the Khan's tent, which had plenty of cattle and sheep, and he would win the beautiful lamb she liked and give it to her. He would also be proud of her because she, a Han girl, dared to compete on stage and win the championship by picking flowers on horseback with the rough men of the grassland.

Whenever someone asked him who she was and what her relationship was to him, Nagule would say that she was his relative.

Such a strong and respectful young master of the Rouran people would blush when the little girl personally put the winner's ribbon on him, and his eyes would gradually reveal deep affection as he looked at her.