Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1276 The pit is 263 meters deep, so close to the end of the world
The night wind is insane, and the twilight is deep.

In King Khan's big tent in the small town of Er'er, Meng He reclined on the soft couch, flipping through the thread-bound book in his hand, his eyes haven't turned for a long time, but the pages of the book may not have been turned for a long time.

"Sweaty."

The timid Xue Jun Sen Dun who was guarding the tent came in.

After reporting the situation of the guards in the small town of Er to Menghe, he looked at Menghe's gloomy face and his eyes without any sleepiness, and said with a little concern.

"It's late at night, let's rest?!"

Meng He nodded, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

Sentun observed his words and said, "What is the sweat worried about?"

Sen Dun was the leader of the Qixue Army of the Northern Meng Empire, and also Menghe's close personal.The Qixue army under his command is also the most confidant army force in Menghe.

Regarding Qi Xuejun, there is actually a lot of background.

The so-called "Qi Xue" means Fanzhi Suwei in Beimeng language.

In other words, cowardly Xue Jun is the forbidden army of the emperor.

From the time of Beimeng Taizu, the Qixue army was formed by the elite, the selection was extremely strict, and the number was very small.The Qixue army developed to the Mongolian and Hebei era, but it only expanded to 3 to [-].

The soldiers in the Qixue Army are basically composed of noble clansmen, generals and other meritorious children. The salary and treatment enjoyed by every ordinary Qixue Army soldier can be compared with the generals in the rest of the army.

It is conceivable that for such an army, its commander is no small matter.When Menghe and his son competed with Prince Ramulal for the Khan throne, they first controlled the first Khan's Qixue army.

At that time, Sendon contributed a lot.

At that time, Senton was still one of the four commanders of the "Four Qixues" of the Qixue Army.After the battle for the throne, he turned against the leader of Xue Xue and helped Meng He and his son. When things were done, he naturally became the leader of Xue Xue's army.

Therefore, Menghe has great trust in him.

Listening to his question at this moment, Meng He thought for a moment, and his eyes froze a little.

"Su He..."

With a low murmur, he rubbed his forehead again.

"Let Ben Khan worry a little bit."

Sen Dun stood in front of him in the shadow of the fire, expressionless, "If the Great Khan wants to use him, he is the King of Beimeng Jinyin, if the Great Khan does not use him..."

A look of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes, he suddenly stroked his chest and bowed his body, bowed his head and said: "I can relieve the worries of the profuse sweat."

Meng He certainly understands what he said about "relief of worries".

In this turmoil of seizing the throne, Senton did not seldom "relieve his worries". Mastered Qi Xuejun extremely quickly.

"No rush." ​​Meng He seemed to be hesitating, raised his hand and waved it, his cold eyes were full of coolness, "This person should be wise when he is wise, and he should be stupid when he is stupid, there are thick and thin, and there are thick and thin. At first glance, he looks complacent, but he is actually a smart person who knows how to judge the situation."

Sen Dun was indifferent, watching his face.

"So, isn't it more ulterior motives?"

Meng He shook his head, "That day I put three thousand remnants of soldiers in the Yinshan area, in the name of guarding the son, but in fact I watched him act."

As he raised his eyebrows suddenly, he looked deeply at Sendon.

Pausing for a moment, lowering his voice, "You have seen the role of those three thousand remnants. In just one month of training, they sniped Ramulal's [-] elite cavalry in Yinshan, and left a path for me to escape in Yinshan. The way. Sendun, Su He, a natural general, even if he is a bit arrogant, if he can be used by me, why worry that I, Beimeng, cannot compete for world domination?"

This is probably the difference between Menghe and other emperors.

He cherishes talent.

As soon as many people ascended to the Great Treasure, they were anxious to get rid of the courtiers who threatened them, for fear that the throne would be coveted by others, and the country and society would not be safe.And he, like his father and his grandfather, has his heart in the world, and he can't wait to step on all the rivers and mountains with his horse's hoof.

"Those who are afraid are not confident."

He is not afraid of Su Hyuk, he has strong self-confidence.

Even if one day Su He really has a different heart, he is confident that he can restrain him.

In this game of imperial power, he has already gone through trials and hardships, and Su He, after all, is young and vigorous, and it is not an illusion to allow him some benefits, let him work for himself, and put his heart to the ground.

In the early years, in order to survive in the turbulent competition for the royal family, Meng He never showed his edge, and finally survived to the final moment of success.

This time, he also believed that he could win.

The country he had finally obtained, the land piled with blood and bones, and even his own father... Therefore, he would not allow himself to act recklessly, imitating those foolish lords, and within a few years, make Beimeng a country.

"The Great Khan is right." Sendon said: "I don't understand the affairs of the court, but I am loyal to the Great Khan. Anyone who is not good for the Great Khan is an enemy of the Great Khan, and Sendun will punish him." Then fast."

Senton's face looked better.

By his side, what needs to be kept is such a person.

One word: loyalty.

He nodded in relief, picked up the book with a solemn expression, flipped through two pages, then put it down with a sigh, put his hands on his temples, and frowned.

"I'm quite confused today..."

Sen Dun leaned forward slightly, and glanced at his slightly sunken eyes. The blue-black color made his high nose look like an eagle's hook, and his sinister air seemed to be a little heavier.

With a shiver in his heart, he said, "Then the sweat should have stopped earlier?"

"I can't stop."

Meng He sighed helplessly.

Looking at the top of the tent for a moment, then turned around again.

"Go! Bring my happy powder."

Senton stared at him, bowed his head and said "yes", walked quickly to the luggage cabinet, and held out a small delicate object like an incense burner and a small porcelain bottle.

After setting up the incense burner, he poured some powder from the bottle.

His actions are very familiar, as if he has done it countless times.

After a while, a faint floral fragrance wafted out from the incense burner, which is pleasant to the heart, and seems to be able to attract people's souls, enter the paradise of bliss, take away all the depression of people, and delight the soul...

Meng He moved to the couch, reclined lazily, squinted his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, seemed intoxicated, and did not speak.

Sendon stood by with his hands down and waited on him without saying a word.

Time passed very slowly, and there was silence in the sweat tent.

Occasionally, the footsteps of patrol soldiers can be heard passing by outside the tent.

Meng He leaned on the soft couch and seemed to have fallen asleep.

I don't know how long it took, until the light smoke of joy and happiness was about to disperse, Sen Dun casually stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Khan, do you want to call concubine Ji to sleep?"

"No need." Menghe obviously didn't fall asleep.

"There are two good-looking people who came to hunt this time..."

Meng He raised his eyelids and pursed his lips tightly, as if he was not very interested in this matter, but there was a strange thought in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of that... Mo Jiu.

Soft satin body.

Porcelain skin.

Eyes that are as bright as lacquer...

There was a sudden rush of hotness in the abdomen.

He asked: "Is the Mo family all settled down?"

Senton was taken aback.

He didn't seem to have thought that Mongolian cooperation would take this topic so far.But he has been by Meng He's side all day long, and he is also a man, so how could he not know the lust in his heart?
"Back to the big sweat, everything is settled."

Seeing that Meng He was deep in thought and did not make a sound, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked cautiously: "Otherwise, I sent someone to call that Mo family giant over..."

"Don't." Meng He opened his eyes suddenly, as if blaming him for being troublesome, his eyes were slightly displeased, and his voice was deep, "She is not that kind of contemptuous woman, don't be rude to her."

In Meng He's words, he highly praised Mo Jiu.

Sen Dun looked at his face, and said hesitantly: "I heard that this Mohist giant has always had a bad reputation. He has a heroic style when it comes to matters between men and women. Besides, she doesn't even have Su He's complexion... I can see it, I can sleep well. With a profuse and heroic appearance, I am afraid that I would be ecstatic to invite her here, so how could I be so abrupt?"

Menghe laughed lowly.

Lazily changing a lying position, he lowered his head and sniffed the residual incense in the incense burner, gently stroked the mustache on his chin, his gloomy eyes were like the coldness of a falcon before hunting.

"You don't understand..."

"The minister is stupid, and I hope the Khan will express it clearly."

Senton was clearly trying to please him.

This kind of flattery was shot precisely and accurately, without any trace.

high!Very high!
Sure enough, Menghe smoked some Huanxisan, and his spirit was much excited. At this time, he didn't want to find a woman to vent, so he casually started a "pure" conversation with Senton.

"How many women have there been in Sendon? Do you understand women?"　
Sen Dun chuckled, "I'm a rough man. I haven't had a wife yet. Often, if I'm in a hurry, I'll find a woman to vent my anger on. I don't care about women. I don't care much about women. In my opinion, Every woman has a bowl, as long as it can hold rice, don't care about the gold and silver bowls."

This metaphor amused Meng He.

His slightly frowned brows loosened, and he laughed.

"So it's hard for you to do things for me. When I go back to Harlem and Lin this time, I'll ask Dole to pick out a few water spirits for you and send them to your account. I'll grant you a few days off so that you can be happy when you go back." , and let you know that women are different from women."

Senton bowed his head and bowed.

"Thank you so much Khan."

Having said that, the topic of women should have ended.

Ke Menghe sucked in his nose, but it seemed that he didn't want to finish it.The image of Mo Jiu floated in his mind, and his heart was itchy for no reason, his body was stabbed and scratched tightly, as if a bug was biting him, and even the palms of his hands were itchy.

"Mo Jiu."

While muttering, smacking his lips, there was a burning light in his eyes.

"If this woman can't enter, she will be sweating profusely."

Senton did not look up, but listened quietly.

Meng He didn't need his response, rubbed his nose, his expression seemed to be completely relaxed, and his face was not as serious as usual.

"Na Mojiu, with plump flesh and fine bones, has an elegant appearance. Her skin is like jade, and her appearance is as beautiful as a fairy. Her white hands are white and her pink neck is beautiful. The hips are tight and the heart is crisp, giving birth to a feeling of shortness of breath..."

This describes...

Is it still human?

It is simply a fairy in the sky.

Oh no, the gods are too holy, so how can they make people feel angry just by looking at them?Even crotch tight heart crisp?
Senton pursed his lips, unable to speak.

But Meng He said again: "In the future, you will know that the beauty of a woman is not only in her appearance, but also in her bones." Tapping the table with his fingers, he pointed to his face, and there was a bit of lewdness in his sinister smile. Unbridled.

"The appearance is pure and clean, but the bones are full of charm. It is unbearable to look at it, and it is unbearable to want to enter. The situation in it cannot be described, but can only be understood. Hahaha."

Such a profound set of emperor's "Heart Sutra for Royal Women".

Senton's head was always half-drowned, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

After Meng He finished speaking, he just looked at it with admiration.

"Khan is brilliant."

"Hey!" Meng He sighed, "Speaking like this, I'm really overthinking it. You go and call the two concubines—"

Before he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside the sweat tent.

Soon, footsteps stopped at the door, and someone called softly.

"Have you stopped sweating?"

It is another Menghe's confidant, the gate map of one of the "Four Qixue".

"Come in." Meng He said in a deep voice.

Not long after, a strong man opened the curtain and entered, wearing armor, with the coldness of night dew, his face was full of embarrassment, he knelt down on the ground when he came in, his head was lowered, as if he was afraid of being blamed .

"Big Khan, Miss Wen begged to see her. The servant said that Khan had rested, but she still refused to leave. She said that there was something urgent and she had to tell Khan tonight..."

"She alone?" Meng He said in a low voice.

"One person." Mentu thought about it and said again: "It seems that he came here secretly, and the subject did not disturb others."

Why did you come here alone late at night?
a pretty woman,

Menghe stroked the beard on his chin, thinking for a moment.

"Let her in!"

-

Aobao sacrifice is a traditional custom of Beimeng people.

Before dawn the next day, the Beimeng soldiers were busy.

With one heart, they chose an open flat ground on the mountainside, built a conical solid tower with stones, and then inserted a long pole on the top of the tower, and tied fur horns and scripture cloth strips on the pole. , put cypress-burning pad stones around it, insert full of tree branches, and place sacrificial whole sheep, kumiss, butter and other food, and an "Obao" is completed.

trumpet.

At dawn, the mountainside quickly became lively.

Xiao Qian arrived very early, today he was wearing a black robe of a wizard, holding a human skin drum for a wizard, wearing a mask and hair crown, his "pretending to be a ghost" look, apart from solemnity, was quite mysterious.

Mo Jiu led the Mohist disciples out after breakfast.

In the past, the mountainside was already full of many people.She didn't approach, just stood in the mountain wind, quietly watching the black robe fluttering, the tall and straight Xiao Qian, with his lips curled up slightly, a faint smile that wasn't a smile.

She was very curious about how he would solve the sacrificial offering.

You know, Xiao Qian is not the original Su He.

He must have never done the set of sacrificial work for shamans.And "Wizard Nashun" is not in the small town of Er, even if he wanted to ask for advice, it was too late.

Mo Jiu even suspected that Meng He asked Xiao Qian to do the "Aobao Sacrifice", apparently because of his trust in him, but secretly, who knows if he has the heart to test it?
"Girl." Mei'er asked softly, "Aren't you worried?"

"worry about what?"

"You know that."

Mo Jiu stood with her hands behind her back, and the wind lifted the corners of her robe and hair. She was smiling, with a chic expression, a calm and gentle face, without the decadence and sadness of being "abandoned" at all.

"If something happens to him, shouldn't you be happy?"

"I—" Mei'er said weakly, "How could it be?"

Mei'er just scolded Xiao Qian yesterday.

But today I was really worried about him.

There is no way, who made him the sweetheart of her girl?
Just like she does to her sweetheart.

Thinking of this, her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Cao Yuan in the crowd.Coincidentally, Cao Yuan also looked over, and the eyes of the two collided and intertwined in the air, and slowly, there was a hint of tacit smile...

But it's not for feelings, but for the little secret of last night.

A secret that only they knew, this feeling made Mei'er's heart beat faster, and her cheeks flushed a little.This shyness fell into Mo Jiu's eyes, and she couldn't help frowning, looking down at her up and down.

"What did you do last night?"

Mei'er was startled and looked away.

"No, no. Nothing?"

"No?" Mo Jiu glanced at Cao Yuan's face, and then returned to Mei'er's face. She always felt that these two people were a little weird, but at this time the sacrifice started, she didn't have time to ask, so she just snorted and pointed at Mei'er. Face.

"I'll interrogate you after the hunting is over. Before the interrogation, please listen to me and understand. You are still young, so you can talk about your relationship. Don't worry about making love between men and women. It's not good for your health..."

Mei'er's face flushed red.

"Girl, I don't, I really don't..."

"Hmph!" Mo Jiu glared at her, gave her an expression of "you will be a ghost if you believe it", and led Mo Fan and all the Mohist disciples towards Aobao.

According to the rules of the Obo Festival, everyone has to circle around the Obo.

Turn left to right.

It takes three big circles to finish.

This kind of behavior is actually a bit like a child playing a game. Mo Jiu feels childish in her heart, but everyone is serious, as if they have a spiritual connection, and everyone has a dumb face, even Menghedu. I had to hold back and respect their customs——

Xiao Qian stood in the middle of the circle.

The sorcerer's appearance, cold and gloomy, made everyone around him tense, and even the space was filled with a terrifying and eerie feeling.

He half-closed his eyes, beat the human skin drum with his hands, and muttered something, but the cold voice was as hoarse as an underground judge, so vague... It is estimated that no one except himself could understand what he was chanting.

Mo Jiu almost laughed out loud.

She finally understood that she could get away with it like this.

Why don't you just chant a mantra?She can too.

Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.As long as his acting skills are reversed, who can tell whether he is a real wizard or a fake wizard?Moreover, since Xiao Qian dared to assume Su He's identity, he must have done his homework before.

He's not a man who doesn't prepare.

Ugh!
After all, she lost.

It was okay to deceive Mei'er with those words before, but she couldn't deceive herself.

In fact, when she found out about the Aobao Sacrifice, she was concerned for him.

He was afraid that if something went wrong with him, Menghe would catch him.

But look at the people around Aobao, which one is aware of it?Don't listen to him, what does he say?
I have to admit that Xiao Liulang is powerful.

What to do, what to look like, what to learn, is what——

Dark crowds, emerald green hills and grasslands.

In the hustle and bustle, Mo Jiu followed the crowd, turning and turning.Finally, it turned to directly opposite Xiao Qian.Almost reflexively, she looked at his masked face, her footsteps hesitated.

His black eyes were dark, and he glanced over.

Their eyes met, and after only one glance, they staggered each other's eyes.

Close at hand but like a stranger.

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows, smiled suddenly, walked straight out of the crowd, twisted his waist, and walked to the side of Obo in the middle - in front of him.

Looking at him deeply, in front of everyone, she whispered softly to him in a nostalgic and lingering way with the look she had when she told him in the tomb that she wanted to "grow old together".

"I heard that Menghe Dahan specially prepared for me today... Where is the pear cup from Nanrong? Lord Su He, look at you, no other man treats me well. If I empathize with you, Will you be uncomfortable?"

Xiao Qian looked deeply.

There was a faint cold light on the wizard's mask.

But his eyes were full of warmth.

Look at Mo Jiu, he can't stop chanting mantras.

After a while, Leng Buding changed his sentence lightly.

It's a very small sound.Mo Jiu thought: probably only she can hear it.

"The pear cup is brewed by Xiao's family. In the rest of his life, there are only a hundred altars, all of which were obtained by Song Xi. Moreover, Xiao's family has been killed, and there is no hope of making it again. How can there be such a place in the bitter cold of Mobei?"

Mo Jiu also looked at him, his eyes full of affection, gloomy and gloomy.

"My lord, I like good wine, it's hard to refuse. Even if it's not a pear cup, as long as the wine is good, I might have to drink a few cups with Dahan before going hunting in the mountains."

Xiao Qian turned the magic weapon like a copper bell in his hand, and stared at Mo Jiu's eyes amidst the crisp jingling sound, the color in his cold eyes flickered.

"After a big banquet, you sit with me."

After the Obo Sacrifice, there was a pre-hunting eating and drinking feast, which was called a big feast. Menghe sent someone to tell Mo Jiu early this morning, saying that there was a pear glass from Nanrong, but he had never drank it, so he didn't know if it was true or not. , specially invited her to comment——

Of course, Mo Jiu had no intention of becoming his sommelier.

Therefore, she specially told Xiao Qian.

There are many, many people in this place, but there are only a few that she can trust in her heart—after hearing Xiao Qian's words, she was slightly startled, and just about to say something, she suddenly caught Wen Jingshu's eyes from the corner of her eye , shot over from the crowd.

The eyes were flat, the corners of the mouth were slightly pursed, a normal look, but it made her feel strangely nervous.

Her behavior of staying in the middle also attracted the attention of others.

Countless people's eyes were focused on her and Xiao Qian.They believe in gods, and they seem to have a lot of criticisms about her vicious behavior of interfering with the sacrifice and "collude" with the prince.

"Ha ha!"

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips curved slightly, and he started to walk again, "Khan asked me out, and you ask me out again, it depends on whether we are destined or not."

"Mo Jiu."

Xiao Qian's mantra finally became her name.

Very small, it still fell into her ears.

"Don't be willful."

"If there is wine to drink, I will enjoy it." Mo Jiu smiled lowly, turned around, took a big step, and walked into the crowd of people who were circling.

　I'm a little nervous~ What did Wen Jingshu do?What is Xiao Qian going to do?What is Mo Jiu going to do again?
　　Well, let's continue to set up the Longmen array tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)