The melodious tunes of the morinouqin float in the depths of the prairie.
Under the bright moonlight, the clear lake water shone like broken gold and rushed toward the shore. The water waves gently entangled the water plants on the lakeside, like lingering lovers who did not want to leave their beloved easily.
I don't know who is singing to the moon.
Harlan Lake is long and long,
Beautiful girl looks under the moon.
The horse drags the reins, and the eagle returns to its nest.
I miss my parents’ long friendship,
Long lasting friendship...
Lake Harlan...
The melodious and magnetic singing, like the sound of nature, flows slowly in the night by the lake with the breeze. The singing moves the hares jumping in the grass, the vipers that rest and sleep at night, and all the living creatures and plants around them.
At that moment, the night wind also softened its steps, wanting to stop and listen to God's singing.
At that moment, the water plants also stopped swaying, trying to retain the lingering sadness.
In a large stable on the grassland, there was a frail young stableboy huddled. His face was pale, his lips were pursed tightly, and only a pair of black eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his eyelids on his narrow face. He
There was a green and black cloth band tied around his forehead, which was randomly wrapped around and around. There were black and red blood scabs condensed on the disheveled temples, making him look extremely embarrassed.
"Mayne... Mayne... wake up! Wake up!" An old man over sixty years old was half-kneeling on the ground, shaking the young man anxiously.
How could he not be anxious?
General Yelu Qingge, who defeated the Min-Liao Kingdom in the battle, is going to patrol the border tomorrow. His war horse 'Thunder God' hasn't been fed yet! The horse usually only listens to the words of the general and the pony herds Mein, and he can't get close at all. But this is the case.
During the festival, Mayne fell from the Dawan wild horse and fell unconscious. He finally carried him back, but now, he couldn't wake him up no matter how he screamed.
"Mayne... wake up!" He increased his strength and patted the young man on the face!
With the dazzling halo, the body seemed to be attracted by the strong wind whirlpool, and the pain surged out like a volcano cracking open. In the torment that would never end, Mei Liangchen gradually woke up from the chaotic state.
"Mayne...you are finally awake!"
Mei Liangchen half-opened her eyes, and her consciousness was frightened for a moment. She tried hard to recall the scene before she fell into coma, the tomb passage, the coffin, the strange words, the call, the golden whirlpool, Mei En...
Wait, Mayne...
Did anyone call her Mayne?
"Why don't you get up and feed the horse!" This time, she was slapped hard on the cheek. The old man controlled the force. It wasn't painful but it was enough to make her wake up.
"Old man, where am I?" She moved, but the burning pain on her forehead and body made her groan uncontrollably.
The old man looked at her with strange eyes, and then touched her head with his rough blade-like hands. "Are you confused? You brat, you forgot what you do!"
"I'm an archaeologist! Uncle, is this a farmer in Inner Mongolia?" Seeing the old man's puzzled expression, she added a place name. She thought that after she fainted, Hassan was temporarily sent to the herdsmen near the quarry.
Resting at home. But she still didn't quite understand why the old man in strange robes always called her a brat.
"咴咴......" "咴咴......" "Ah sneeze..." seemed far away and yet close, as if the sound of going to the Beijing Zoo when she was a child was reappearing in her ears. Ignoring her head that was about to split, she turned back suddenly, and then