People in the Tang Dynasty, Jian'an style

Li Wenbin was sitting in the carriage, with flags like a forest in front of him and the royal flag fluttering in the wind.

In the front of the carriage were five hundred young soldiers led by Su Dingfang himself, and in the back were the soldiers from the Prince of Qi's palace, led by Xie Shufang.

Yumen Pass gradually became farther away. After walking for half an hour, I looked back and saw only a vague majestic outline, looking desolate in the mist and rain.

“Weicheng is covered with light dust from the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. "

Looking at the endless prairie outside, Li Wenbin was inspired to write poetry.

Ruyue sat next to him and was also very excited.

Originally, women were not allowed in the army, but considering Li Wenbin's specific situation and Ruyue's superb kung fu skills, she could be Li Wenbin's personal bodyguard. After discussing it with Niu Jinda, Cheng Yaojin agreed.

However, Ruyue is required to wear men's clothes, otherwise it is absolutely not allowed.

The further north you go, the colder the weather becomes. It is now April and the temperature in Chang'an City has reached that of early summer, but once you leave the city, you will find freezing cold winds everywhere.

The carriage finally could not move. The ground ahead was becoming increasingly bumpy, and it was very uncomfortable to sit in the carriage. So Li Wenbin got out of the carriage and rode a horse instead.

The slightly immature faces of the 500 young soldiers in front were turned red by the cold wind. The march was extremely tiring, but no one complained, and the ranks were not loose. Everyone stood straight, and as they walked, they were like javelins that would never bend.

Li Wenbin saw this and admired Su Dingfang's ability to train soldiers - this group of child soldiers had only been trained for less than a year, but they already had the qualities of elite soldiers.

A river appeared in front of us, winding like a jade belt, and the riverside was full of colorful flowers.

In the distance is a majestic mountain. On the grassland that gently slopes down from the mountain, there are herds of cattle and sheep, like yellow clouds and white clouds floating gently on the green grass.

The people in charge of alert had already discovered their team. Some of them rode their horses towards the white mushroom-like tents in the distance, while the people left behind to support them raised the horn, and a desolate "woohoo" sound echoed lowly in the empty grassland.

"Boom!" The flock of sheep that were walking leisurely like white clouds in front suddenly ran away to the left and right as if frightened, leaving a green road. More than two hundred knights galloped down from the group of tents that stretched straight up the mountains, like a pouring torrent.

"woo woo woo woo--"

Dozens of horns sounded at the same time, and the knights who ran to their horses suddenly pulled the reins and dodged to the left and right. More than two hundred knights were like a well-trained guard of honor. In a moment, they were lined up on the left and right, standing in neat rows.

At the end of the human wall formed by two hundred grassland warriors, dozens of more riders came galloping.

Li Wenbin reined in his warhorse, sat upright on it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the group of knights galloping towards him.

Ruyue followed him on horseback, feeling a little nervous instinctively.

"Don't be nervous, these are domesticated Qiang." Seeing that she was like a kitten with its fur standing on end, Li Wenbin smiled.

"What is Shu Qiang?" Ruyue heard of it for the first time and asked curiously.

"The Qiang people who have been sinicized intermarry with the Han people, speak Chinese, and have similar living habits to the Han people," Li Wenbin said. "The corresponding term is Sheng Qiang, which refers to the Qiang people who live a primitive life, maintain their ethnic characteristics, and are relatively closed."

Knowing that this was Li Wenbin's first time leading troops and that he had come to Longyou, a place he was unfamiliar with, Cheng Yaojin had sent him a deputy who was familiar with the situation there, named Xi Junmai.

That’s right, it’s the famous general of the early Tang Dynasty, Xi Junmai.

As they were talking, dozens of knights had already arrived in front of Li Wenbin.

Ten or so feet away, those people reined in their horses, dismounted, and, led by a burly, round-faced old man, strode forward.

They stopped a few steps away and looked at each other. The round-faced old man smiled.

"Greetings to the distinguished General of the Tang Dynasty. Riwobuki salutes you."

"Your Highness, Prince Qi, this Riwobuji is the chief of the Danqiang tribe." Xi Junmai explained in a low voice.

Chapter 162: Taegeuk Party

After listening to Xi Junmai's introduction, Li Wenbin sat upright on his horse and nodded slightly.

However, although Riwobuki was a chief, he had no intention of dismounting.

"This is His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi of our Tang Dynasty." Xi Junmai said loudly.

Riwobuji became even more respectful: "Your Highness, I have prepared some tender lambs and fine wine in my tent. Please come in and have a drink while we discuss further."

Everyone mounted their horses, and someone shouted, and the two hundred warriors suddenly drew their swords. With a "clang" sound, two hundred scimitars were raised into the air at the same time, shining brightly in the sunlight.

All the leaders accompanied Li Wenbin and slowly galloped towards the camp on the high slope in this iron cavalry formation.

The clanging sound of two hundred scimitars being unsheathed at the same time brought a sense of desolation directly into people's hearts, and Ruyue became even more nervous.

Li Wenbin noticed her strangeness, smiled slightly, and whispered when no one was paying attention: "Don't be scared by their appearance. They just want to see us show fear. And, you can tell from their weapons that these people are just a group of paper tigers."

Ruyue seemed to understand something after listening to this. She looked at them carefully and found that these two hundred riders were indeed the strongest armed force of this tribe.

Although many people's saddles were polished to a shine, they were actually already old, as were the scabbards of their scimitars. Occasionally, you could see a few knights who didn't even have a complete saddle or bridle.

When they arrived at the tents, they saw many Qiang women and children gathered there, looking at them curiously.

Riwobuki ignored him and kept going forward until he reached the largest tent. He then reined in his horse and laughed, "We are here, Your Highness the Prince of Qi, please come in."

In front of the big tent, there were several large pots on the left and right, and something was being cooked. There was also a sheep on a sand pit on the right, roasted to a golden color, with fat dripping into the fire and the flames fluctuating.

Xi Junmai jumped off his horse, looked around, stroked his beard and laughed: "Haha, Chief Riwobugi, I have heard that among the dozens of tribes around here, yours is the most powerful and the richest. Now it seems to be true."

After hearing this, Riwobuji looked like he had something to say but stopped himself. He laughed dryly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, sir. We Danqiang people are now... Alas, it's hard to put it into words. Come on, come in, come in."

Someone sneered at the side and said, "Why don't you say anything? In order to protect your people, you married your precious daughter Chuyi to Jie Li as a concubine. Chuyi is a pearl on our grassland. She should have been promised to my son. But in the end, it's still the same. The most fertile grassland you own was forced to give up and returned to Jie Li's people. If you want to continue to rely on the Turks, you can marry your youngest daughter to them, maybe you can buy a few more years of peace!"

Riwobugi looked embarrassed when he heard this. Li Wenbin glanced over and saw that the man who was speaking had a huge frame, grey hair and white beard, but no flesh on his cheeks, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes. He vaguely remembered that this person was introduced during the greeting just now, and he seemed to be the patriarch of the Wangli family.

When the head of the Yeli clan, Suka, saw that one of the two clan leaders was angry and the other was embarrassed, he tried to smooth things over by saying, "Geroro, don't blame Riwobuki. If a woman can really bring peace to the clan, what would it matter if we gave our daughters to Jie Li? Women, what use are they?"

"But Jie Li is really too much of a bully, and his greedy heart will never be satisfied. Sooner or later, we will seek justice from that villain. Let's not talk about these unpleasant things in this hopeful day."

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The blazing flames rose in the night sky like a giant torch in the sky. The red flames reflected on the faces of everyone gathered around the huge fire, giving them a healthy red color.

Sparks are flying in the sky, like fireflies dancing in the sky, giving the grassland night a mysterious color.

Simple musical instruments played cheerful drum beats, and more than a dozen Qiang girls were singing and dancing beside the campfire, with slender figures and graceful dancing moves.

A felt carpet was spread on the grass upwind, and the tribal leaders were sitting cross-legged.

In front of each tribal leader there was a small table, beside which were jars of kumis. On the table were plates filled with large pieces of roasted lamb. The whole roasted lamb was dissected by Riwobuki himself and distributed to the adults for their enjoyment.

On the plate in front of Li Wenbin was a piece of the fattest and tenderest mutton. He imitated the leaders and gently cut the mutton with a knife, dipped it in salt and put it into his mouth.

From time to time, the headman would stagger up to him with a jar of wine in his arms. Some would politely pay respects, while others would stand still in front of him and then sing loudly. After singing a toast song, they would respectfully raise their large bowls.

Although this kind of sincere persuasion to drink is not as complicated as those at the banquets in the Central Plains, it is more difficult to refuse. With such sincere intentions, he has no choice but to drink.

After drinking several bowls of wine, Li Wenbin felt a little dizzy.

In front of him, those brightly dressed Dangxiang Qiang girls were dancing and singing. The style of the Qiang girls was very different from that of the Central Plains girls. Compared with the Central Plains girls, they were more wild and energetic.

At this moment, they all wore short vest-style tops. When they raised their hands to dance, the clothes were lifted up, revealing their toned and round waists. They wore small tube skirts with horizontal stripes below their waists. In front of Li Wenbin's eyes were pairs of round and strong thighs. The skin color of those thighs was wheat-colored, healthy, sexy and hot.

These girls all had well-proportioned and healthy bodies. The one in the middle was the prettiest, with a pointed chin, a straight nose, slightly upturned lips, and a row of snow-white teeth showing when she smiled. The uniquely shaped blue and white cloth she wore on her headscarf and the silver ornaments on her neck jumped happily with her dance moves, showing her smile and her beauty in a simple and natural way, full of healthy vitality.

The Qiang people were originally a branch of the ancient Rong people, and the Rong people have been producing many fox spirits since the Spring and Autumn Period.

Countless disasters that have brought disaster to a country were caused by their ancestors.

These lovely girls are like little vixens, and the attention of many big men is always attracted by them.

The dance full of exotic flavor is very attractive. Sometimes, they waved their hands back and forth, and their soft waists moved slowly, as if they were horses galloping on the grassland. The sound of the 協鼓 also turned into the sound of brisk horse hooves, and the pairs of leather boots on their smooth and soft calves also stepped rhythmically.

Sometimes, they bend their wrists and swing their arms, like swans emerging from the water, graceful and charming, with pretty facial features and enchanting eyes. They are obviously girls full of youth and natural vitality, but they give people a fascinating feeling.

The whole row of dancing girls centered around the girl in the middle, moving forward and backward. These larks on the grassland were the biggest highlight of this dance party.