Baoyinqiqige had expected that he would say this, so she chuckled and said: "At that time, I couldn't see clearly because of the dark lights. Now that you have come out, I realize that I saw the wrong person."
"This statement of yours is not believed by Tu Huan, but by Mahamu?" Wang Xian said with a hint of ridicule: "Do you think he thought it was your brother who watched his big tree fall and deliberately
Let His Highness Taisun go and hug my Daming thigh?" He walked up to her, stretched out his hand to lift her veil and said, "When the time comes, will I die first, or you brothers and sisters?"
"..." Baoyin knew that Wang Xian was scheming and quite clever, but she didn't expect that he was so shrewd. He revealed a secret that left her speechless. While she was stunned, Wang Xian's hand touched her.
She hurriedly stretched out her hand to hit the veil, and slapped it hard on the back of his hand with a snap. However, he still lifted up a corner and saw an inch of dark-yellow skin, which contrasted sharply with her white little hands.
"It turns out that his face hasn't changed yet..." Wang Xian shook his red hand and chuckled: "I know what you are looking for me for?"
"For what?" Baoyin said coldly.
"Restore your true appearance in Lushan." Wang Xian smiled.
"You are wrong," Baoyin Qiqige sneered, "I think this skin color is very good, and it saves me a lot of troubles."
"Then why are you masked? There is no wind and sand in this season." Wang Xiancai didn't believe her.
"Sooner or later I will cut off your tongue." Baoyin Qiqige pulled out the knife angrily, put it on Wang Xian's neck, and said fiercely.
"How can I talk to King Shunning after you cut my tongue?" Wang Xian didn't accept her trick at all.
"If you want to die, just wipe your neck with a knife. Don't hurt us brothers and sisters." Baoyin Qiqige's orifices were about to burst into smoke.
"You also admit that you are a grasshopper on a rope, right?" Wang Xian was not afraid of her at all, and said with a smile: "Since you still rely on me to save your life, then just like you said, don't draw the knife at every turn."
"Sooner or later I will chop off your dog's head." Baoyin Qiqige glared at him fiercely, took back the knife and said: "You guessed right, it is my eldest brother's wish to let your grandson go back. He doesn't want to be in Maha anymore.
Mu's despotic power is in danger, and he wants to take our people to defect to the Ming Dynasty, so I give you this generous gift."
"That's it." Wang Xian nodded and listened to her continue to explain: "But if Mahamu finds out that we colluded to deceive him, I don't need to tell you what the consequences will be."
"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded again.
"When your emperor sends an envoy, you must strive for the opportunity to meet with him alone, tell him that it was my brother who saved your grandson, and convey my brother's wishes to your emperor," Baoyin Qiqige said:
"I don't think he will refuse."
"After all, your brother is also the Great Khan of Mongolia. Our emperor is naturally happy to see his success." Wang Xian touched his beard, stretched out his hand and said, "I can borrow the sword for you." Baoyin hesitated and handed the scimitar to him.
, Wang Xian used a knife to scrape his long beard against the clear water in the bucket.
"Don't you Han people pay attention to the body, hair, and skin you receive from your parents?" Baoyinqiqige asked strangely.
"You know only one thing but not the other. In fact, we are also shaving our faces." Wang Xian said with a smile while shaving: "Besides, as long as my parents give me money, I don't have any problem with shaving my head."
"Sure enough, they are of the same origin..."
"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Xian smiled and said, "By the way, where did you talk about just now?"
"Your emperor is happy to see this happen." Baoyin thought to himself, was that a compliment...
"Yes, our emperor will definitely be happy to see this happen, but the problem is..." Wang Xian stopped his sword, looked at Baoyin and said, "Our emperor will not send an envoy."
"Why?"
"I'm not the grandson. The real grandson has returned to camp. If he sent an envoy, wouldn't it be unclear?" Wang Xian was really Zhu Di's confidant, and he knew exactly what the emperor was thinking.
"But you are the hero who rescued my grandson," Baoyin said with wide eyes, "How could I ignore you?"
"This is the cultural difference. You Mongolians respect heroes, and we Han people also respect heroes, but that's it for us. We don't take it as seriously as you do." Wang Xian laughed at himself and said: "So your heroes
Will become the leader, but our hero is the victim."
Baoyinqiqige's eyes widened. Although she had a Chinese background, her thinking was still Mongolian. She really couldn't understand that the Han people would be so cold-blooded towards their heroes: "Is reputation so important? If we don't save the heroes,
Who will be a hero in the future?"
Wang Xian shrugged, not wanting to discuss this issue, but said with a smile: "So in Baoyin's heart, I am also a hero?"
"The heroes of one clan are the devils of another clan." Baoyinqiqige used a grassland language, which made Wang Xian unhappy. The tent fell into silence, and after a while she frowned and asked: "Even if your emperor doesn't care about heroes,
, you should also care about the benefactor who saved your grandson, right? Can he not care about my brother’s life or death?”
"Your relationship is a bit complicated. Our emperor may not be willing to think so much." Wang Xian smiled helplessly and said: "I just told you that the emperor's face is as big as the sky, and everything else must be put in the back row."
"Then you are doomed?" Baoyin Qiqige said dejectedly. She was not worried about Wang Xian, but her brother and sister would also suffer the same fate.
"Yes, we are dead." Wang Xian sighed and said: "Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or as light as a feather. This death allowed His Highness Taisun and hundreds of brothers to live, ensuring the victory of the Northern Expedition.
I think even if you can’t compare with Mount Tai, you should be able to compare with Qilian Mountain, right?”
"You must have a way," Baoyin Qiqige said, but she didn't believe it: "A despicable person like you is greedy for life and afraid of death. How can you send yourself to a dead end?"
"I really can't help it." Wang Xian smiled bitterly: "We are all wearing a pair of pants, can I still hide it from you?"
"Who can wear the same pants with you?" Baoyin Qiqige stomped him angrily, which made Wang Xian grit his teeth and jump around in pain.
"Next time you dare to talk nonsense, cut it off..." Baoyinqiqige was about to say "tongue," but remembered that this word had already been used, so she changed her words: "nose"
Wang Xian is sweating. This woman is so fierce. After a while, his head, tongue, and nose were threatened. This was the rhythm of cutting himself into bloody holes... Wiping away the sweat, he continued to scrape carefully.
Got a beard.
When Baoyinqiqige saw Wang Xian shave off his beard and reveal his true face, he immediately became ten years younger... It turned out that this was a young man of similar age to her, with big eyes, clear and bright eyes, and an angular face, with a hint of...
Uninhibited, with a naughty smile on his thin lips. He really has the ability to attract girls... She really wanted to push the knife handle and give him a scar on his face so that he can no longer deceive girls, but this guy
We have to meet people later, so we can only think about it. She sneered and said: "Actually, we are just worrying about it. As long as you don't reveal the secret, we will be fine."
"It makes sense." Wang Xian nodded and looked at himself facing the water. He was getting more and more handsome.
"So, we don't need to be anxious. It's you who should be anxious." Baoyin Qiqige sneered repeatedly: "Let's see what skills you have, how can you coax the cunning Mahamu father and son?"
"Didn't you already ask Tuo Huan to believe that I am your grandson?" Wang Xian carefully trimmed his sideburns again and said, "Why, they can't believe you?"
"Of course I can trust you, but as time goes by, you will definitely expose your secret."
"Then seize the moment. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow." Wang Xian slowly raised his head, looked deeply at Baoyin and said, "How is it, Wei Buwei, have you been shocked?
?”
"I'm going to be disgusted by you..." Baoyin was speechless at this guy's laziness. If she hadn't seen it in person, she couldn't imagine how such a rogue man could make such a fearless sacrifice.
?
"Hahaha..." Wang Xian laughed loudly. At this time, a low voice in Mongolian was heard outside, and Baoyin's voice tightened and said: "Take pleasure is here." If you are talking to Wang Xian about such a fatal thing, there will naturally be someone there.
Let the wind blow outside.
She pushed Wang Xian onto the horse, turned behind him, untied his messy hair, and straightened it up for him.
"Is your Highness ready for bathing?" The next moment, Tuohuan opened the curtain and came in. Seeing Baoyin combing his hair, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Why are you here?" Of course he spoke in Mongolian.
"This man is too difficult to take care of," Baoyin also replied in Mongolian: "The maid doesn't know how to comb Han hair, so he lost his temper, so I had to come here in person."
"That's it." Tuohuan suddenly said: "All Han people are like this. I heard that he has been served by three hundred people since he was a child. Of course his requirements are high." It is naturally impolite to talk in Mongolian in front of Han people, so he hurriedly changed back to Chinese.
: "Hurry up, the banquet is about to start. The Great Khan and my father are already waiting for Your Highness."
"Got it." Baoyin responded. She put a comb on Wang Xian's head and combed it hard from front to back. Then she stroked one hand from the back of his head to the root of his hair and squeezed it hard, causing Wang Xian to feel pain.
Shivering, he then vigorously lifted up his long hair, and used a comb to comb it from the back to the top of his head. He plowed the field as hard as an old farmer, making a squeaking sound. Hearing the scene, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but say: "Be gentle."
"It's too light," Baoyin said coldly.
"It doesn't matter, this is the strength that Gu likes." Wang Xian smiled and said: "Miss Baoyin, you can be stronger."
"Humph." Baoyin Qiqi snorted, but no longer used any force, and fixed the grate slightly above the root of his hair. Then she held Wang Xian's long hair with one hand and wrapped a hairband around the root of the hair with the other.
Passed, pulled one end, bit the other end with his mouth, passed it through, tightened his hands, and tied the knot with both hands deftly, then took off the grate and circled it around the hair, and his long hair was twisted into a strand.
After tying the knot, tie it with a hair tie and insert a hosta. A savage with long hair shawl becomes a meticulous and elegant young man.
Tuo Huan looked on, dumbfounded, thinking that it was no wonder those maids were of no use. It was too complicated for Han Chinese to comb their hair...