Tai Xuan Jing

When Mu Hongyi heard him ask this question, she smiled secretly, showing white jade-like white teeth, and said, "This is the custom of our Baima tribe. All women must put feathers on their hats until they die."

"Oh..." Li Qianmo nodded, thought for a while, and frowned again, "But why do some people have three feathers on their hats, some have two, and some have one."

Mu Hongyi's face turned red when she heard the words, and she lowered her head without answering his words. As soon as she lowered her head, the long feathers on the hat stretched out in front of Li Qianmo. Li Qianmo had never seen such a white and beautiful feather, and was curious. Heartbroken, he reached out and touched it, wanting to see what kind of feather it was.

But just as he grabbed the feather, Mu Hongyi suddenly raised her head, wanting to speak. When she raised her head, a feather left her hat and landed in Li Qianmo's hand.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Mu Hongyi cried out in shock, staring blankly at the feather in Li Qianmo's hand, speechless.

Li Qianmo hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just thought... this can be inserted, I'll help you insert it." After he finished speaking, he was about to insert the feather back into Mu Hongyi's chest on the hat.

Mu Hongyi hurriedly turned her head away, stood up and said, "No need, I'll give it to you." While speaking, her cheeks flushed suddenly, but fortunately, the sun had just risen at this moment, and it was not easy to notice it under the fiery red sunlight.

"I...I should go back." Mu Hongyi suddenly became embarrassed, said something hastily, and hurried away.

Li Qianmo stood up in a daze, looked at her going back, and was very puzzled, then looked at the snow-white feather in his hand, and murmured: "Didn't I just pluck out a feather, why did it suddenly become so strange."

Mu Hongyi returned to her tent, got into the bed, and covered herself tightly with the quilt. Not long after, her happy laughter came from inside the quilt.

Just at this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Red clothes, red clothes, are you there?"

Mu Hongyi threw off the quilt, and frowned displeasedly: "It's this annoying Tatamu again, who doesn't come sooner or later, and why he's here to spoil my mood now."

"Hongyi, are you there?" The man outside kept calling, and he didn't stop calling dozens of times.

Mu Hongyi was annoyed by his quarrel, and yelled in displeasure, "What do you call it, the dead are called alive by you!"

The man outside said happily: "Ah, Hong Yi is indeed here, can I come in?"

"No, you can't come in!" Mu Hongyi refused straight away.

"Oh, can you come out then?" the man asked again.

Mu Hongyi knew that she couldn't send him away without giving him an explanation, so she could only reluctantly jump out of bed, opened the curtain and walked out.

I saw a dark-skinned healthy young man standing outside, wearing leather felt clothes at a slant, revealing his iron tower-like flesh. When he saw Mu Hongyi coming out, he was overjoyed, grinned happily, showing two rows of white teeth, and said: " Hongyi, you're out."

Mu Hongyi rolled her eyes, and spat angrily: "Nonsense, can't you see with your eyes? Could it be that the person standing in front of you is a ghost?"

"How could it be? The red dress is the moon of our white horse tribe, how could it be a ghost." The swarthy young man said with a smile.

When Mu Hongyi heard this, she immediately felt a lot better, and said impatiently, "Okay, Tatamu, what are you looking for?"

Tatamu reached out and patted the strong bow on his back, and said happily: "I call you to falcon."

"Falcon?" Mu Hongyi's heart moved when she heard the words. What the children of the grassland admire most is the goshawk that fights for nine days, but they can't fly in the sky like eagles, so they became keen on falcons, as long as they shoot them down , in a sense, they can be regarded as conquering the sky.

But the falcons fly too high. Without a strong bow and precise archery, it is impossible to shoot down the falcons. The difficulty is very high. There are only ten people who can falcons in the prairie, and Tatamu is actually one of them. One, because he is good at archery, wrestling and fighting, he was personally awarded the title of the first warrior of the Baima tribe by the head of the Hairuo clan.

"Let's go, I have all the horses ready." Tatamu said and pointed not far away, where a middle-aged man was leading two fine horses and looking towards this side.

For some unknown reason, Mu Hongyi really wanted to go to Falcon, but she just didn't want to go with Tatamu. After pondering for a moment, she shook her head and said, "I won't go, you can go by yourself."

"Ah, why?" Unexpectedly, she refused, and said anxiously, "Didn't you always say that you wanted to go falconry with me, why don't you go now?"

Mu Hongyi rolled his eyes, found a reason, and said, "I don't know how to falcon, why did I go to pick up prey for you?"

"How come!" Tatamu said anxiously, "How can I ask you to pick up prey for me? If you don't know how, I can teach you."

"I don't want you to teach me." Mu Hongyi stuck out her tongue at him, turned around and got into the tent, and ignored Tatamu's calls, but Tatamu walked back to the horseman helplessly. side.

At this moment, a young man who was trying to dress up suddenly rushed over, and shouted anxiously from a distance: "Tatamu, it's not good, the messenger of the Kusang tribe is here!"

"What!" Tatamu was startled when he heard the words, and immediately said with an angry face, "We have an appointment with the Kusang tribe to pay tribute once every three years. They came here last year, why are they here again!"

"I don't know." The person who sent the message panted, "I don't know what the purpose of their visit is, just don't come here to ask for tribute."

"Hmph, he dares!" Tatamu stared at him fiercely, and strode towards the camp of the chief Hairuo.

At this moment, in the camp of Chief Hai Ruo, a middle-aged man dressed in strange clothes stood proudly, with two curving beards on his lips, a high and pointed nose, and blue eyes. No, this is the messenger of the Kusan tribe.

At this moment, in the tent, the head of the Hairuo clan and several senior elders in the clan knelt down on the ground and bowed to the emissary, but Li Qianmo was sitting in the guest seat drinking barley wine, enjoying himself.

The emissary naturally also found Li Qianmo, his thick brows furrowed immediately, and he said in displeasure, "Patriarch Hai Ruo, why didn't this person salute me?"

Hai Ruo turned his head and glanced at Li Qianmo, and hurriedly said: "The envoy of Zaerlun, please calm down, this man is deaf, he is a foreigner, he is a guest here, so he does not know your identity as the envoy, please forgive me. "

"Oh, so he is deaf." Zaerlun's envoy nodded suddenly, no longer caring about this, and waved them all to get up.

After the patriarch Hai Ruo got up, he showed Zaerlun his seat immediately, and the two sides were divided into host and guest. Hai Ruo smiled and asked, "Messenger Zaerlun, may I ask what is the matter for you to visit our Baima clan this time?"

Zaerlun gave him a sideways glance, and said proudly, "Of course it's for the tribute."

"What!" All the elders present exclaimed when they heard the words, and Hai Ruo was shocked when he heard it, but he suppressed the shock and laughed, "Message Zarlun, last year we sent all the tributes to you!" In the past, the contract states that the tribute will be paid once every three years, which is still two years away."

Zaerlun snorted coldly, and said: "King Jamu Khan passed away last winter, and King Ural Khan took over. The tribute received last year was collected by King Jamu Khan, but King Ural Khan has not yet confiscated it, so this year must Accept it, don’t worry, it will be collected once every three years in the future, this time is just a special case.”

"So that's how it is." Hai Ruo frowned and pondered for a moment when he heard the words, then suddenly raised his head and said, "It's just that, Messenger of Zaerlun, since my family only paid the tribute last year, it's only been more than eight months now, the time is really too short , we can’t prepare enough tribute at all, can you intercede with King Ural Khan for us.”

"Ah, haha..." The envoy of Zaerlun burst out laughing when he heard this. Hai Ruo and all the elders were surprised when they saw him laughing suddenly, and they felt uneasy.

Zaerlun said with a smile on his face: "Patriarch Hai Ruo, our great Ural Khan is so wise, he has long expected that this will happen to you, so let me give you a good suggestion."

"Oh, really?" Hai Ruo said happily when he heard the words, "Please tell me, envoy."

Zaerlun stroked his curvy beard and said with a smile: "The great Ural Khan said, patriarch Hairuo, your daughter Zha Kemu Hongyi is the most beautiful woman on the grassland, known as the bright moon on the grassland, the great King Ural Khan said that he wanted to see this little moon very much, as long as you give your daughter to King Khan, any future tribute will be exempted."

"What!" Hai Ruo exclaimed in surprise when he heard the words, then his eyes widened, and he slammed the table and reprimanded, "It's unreasonable!"

Zaerlun was startled by his scolding, and also stared and shouted: "Zake Hairuo, you actually yelled at me!"

"Why not!" A thick shout suddenly came from outside the tent, just as the words fell, a burly young man broke in, it was Tatamu.

As soon as Tatamu came in, he rushed to Zaerlun, reached out and grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and shouted angrily: "The despicable lackey of the Kusang tribe wants to trick the red clothes, you want to die!" !"

"It's not me who wanted him, it's our King Khan who wants her!" Zaerlun kicked his feet and danced wildly, yelling in defense.

"Tatamu, let him go!" The patriarch Hai Ruo suddenly shouted coldly, his brows and eyes full of majesty.

"But..." Tatamu looked at patriarch Hai Ruo unwillingly.

"I order you to put him down!" the patriarch Hai Ruo yelled sharply, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Tatamu had no choice but to put down the Zaerlun envoy with a cold snort, and after putting it down, he gave him a hard look, and then retreated to the side in displeasure.

Seeing that Hai Ruo didn't dare to offend him, Zaerlun guessed that Hai Ruo must have compromised, and immediately became proud again, and said arrogantly: "What's the matter, Patriarch Hai Ruo, are you afraid? Forget it, it's a good thing that I am a good person." Very big, as long as you let me take your daughter away, I will never tell King Khan what happened today, and you can also form an marriage relationship with our Kusan tribe. This is a good thing that other tribes can't ask for. .”

The patriarch Hai Ruo snorted coldly, and said with a gloomy face: "Zarlun, you go back and tell you King Khan that it is impossible to want my daughter, and there will be no more tributes in the future. We will keep the gold and silver for ourselves, sir. We keep the sheep for ourselves, and if we can’t finish it, we will feed it to the dogs, and we will never pay another tribute to the Kusang tribe!”

The patriarch Hai Ruo spoke harshly and slammed the ground, stunned all the people present, and the envoy of Zaerlun came back to his senses after a while, staring and shouting: "Hai Ruo, you are going to rebel!"

"I'm rebellious! What's going on!" Hai Ruo suddenly slammed the table and stood up, yelling loudly, as if lightning shot out from his eyes, Zaerlun took three steps back in fright.