Wang Xian decided to hold a bonfire party by the lake to celebrate this historical moment. Naturally, it was highly supported by everyone. Baoyin asked the Borzigit hunters to feed the remaining horses, and went out with bows and arrows.
Hunting. Wang Xian took the Han brothers to swim in the lake and catch fish and shrimps.
No one has set foot in this lake for many years. There are many fish and shrimps in it, which are big and fat. Wang Xian and others built embankments to release water and closed the lake to catch fish. The harvest was very rich.
At dusk, Baoyin and the others returned with their loads of prey, and a lot of bonfires were lit in the camp. Everyone processed the prey and fish and shrimps together. When it got dark, they roasted the yellow sheep on the fire.
, the fish soup was stewed in the pot, and the aroma spread to all directions.
Everyone gathered around the fire, men and women alike, holding hands, singing and dancing. After a long and hard journey, they were already as close as a family. Although there was no wine, the sweet lake water was enough to make them happy.
Intoxicating, not to mention the delicious roast lamb, grilled fish and shrimp soup, which is enough to devour.
The melodious Morin Qur sounded again. This time there was no suffering in the sound, only joy and hope. The song was the song "Paradise" that Wang Xian once sang, which of course was rewritten in Mongolian.
"The blue sky, the clear lake water, the galloping horses, the white sheep, and your girl, this is my home..." Wang Xian hummed along for a while with an intoxicated face, facing the fire on the other side.
Baoyin, who was lost in thought, laughed and said, "If I sing this song again today, it will feel even better in my heart."
"What does it feel like?" Baoyin asked blankly.
"And your girl, this is my home." Wang Xian repeated the last sentence, holding Baoyin's white and tender little hand and said: "And your girl, this is my home..."
"This is not your home," Baoyin took out his hand and said quietly: "Your home is in the Central Plains, in the capital.
"Have you never heard of a second hometown? This is my second hometown." Wang Xian smiled.
"Then will you come back to the grassland?" Baoyin looked at him with an inexplicable light in her eyebrows.
"Of course," Wang Xian said with a smile: "As long as I have free time, I will take you back to the grassland."
"No." Baoyin's expression darkened and she whispered: "It was you who came to see me, not you who brought me back."
"What, do you want to go back to the capital with me?" Wang Xian said in a daze.
"You are a Han, the Central Plains is your home, I am a Mongolian, and the grassland is my home." Baoyin shook his head, lowered his head and said softly: "I have to protect my people on the grassland..."
"You silly girl, marrying a man, dressing and eating, why do you have to fight on your own when you have a man?" After hearing the second part of her sentence, Wang Xian laughed like crazy, rubbed her head and said, "Everything is fine.
Don’t worry, I’m here. I will take care of your people and ensure that no one dares to bully them in Hetao.”
"How are you going to settle them?" Baoyin asked suspiciously.
"Is this..." Wang Xian coughed twice and said, "I have to go to the capital and tell the emperor later. The emperor still obeys my words." Anyway, bragging does not pay taxes, so Wang Xian began to brag.
Baoyin pursed her lips and smiled and said: "It seems that you are not qualified to meet the saint..."
"Uh..." Wang Xian suddenly felt as if his neck was stuck. After a while, he finally smiled and said: "Nonsense."
"Otherwise, why didn't you take me to the emperor to ask for merit that time? You had to ask the emperor's grandson to transfer me?" Baoyin exposed him lightly and said: "Actually, you are the emperor's minister, so you can't speak in front of the emperor, right?
.”
"..." Wang Xian blushed and straightened his neck and said, "Even if it's like you said, the emperor's grandson can do this, you won't doubt my influence on the grandson, right?"
"Of course not, are you his savior?" Baoyin shook his head, changed his subject, and whispered: "But he is probably crossing the river as a clay Buddha, and he can't save himself, right?"
"You also know this?" Wang Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I never thought that my Baoyin could still pinch and count."
"I'm not good at pinching and calculating..." Baoyin lowered his head and said faintly: "Aren't you surprised why I was able to escape from Xuanfu?"
"Strange." Wang Xian has always wanted to ask this question, but she wouldn't say anything if asked originally, and there was no point in asking in the desert, so she never opened her mouth. But now, it is obviously time to speak up.
"I'm not a god. I can't escape without your inner ghost to release me." Baoyin said softly.
"Who is that person?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.
"They were a few Mongolians. They said they were supporters of Oara and were willing to take the risk to let me go back and let me lead them to join Mahamu." Baoyin has now returned to Wang Xian, so naturally she told her lover the truth: "I was
Believing it to be true, I naturally agreed to it. With their help, I bypassed the sentry posts and left the Xuan Mansion easily. After that, they had an unimpeded journey and led me to catch up with your army."
"..." Wang Xian felt a chill behind his back, and forced himself not to think too much, and listened to Baoyin's words. "Later, when they arrived at Dakanghari Sea, they heard the news that the Ming army would pass by the Jiulongkou area. Let me
Hurry up and notify Mahamu and set up an ambush there in advance. They will continue to lurk, listen to the latest news at any time, and strive to make another great contribution."
"I was sent across the Tulan River by them, so I ran all the way back to the camp and told my brother and Mahamu about it," Baoyin continued: "Of course my brother wouldn't express his opinion, but Mahamu
Mu said he would rather believe his presence than his non-existent, so he asked my brother He Tuohuan to lead an ambush at the entrance of Jiulong with 10,000 men."
"So that's it." Wang Xian finally knew why Zhu Zhanji was so weak. It turned out to be someone who had carefully calculated it.
"Later I heard that the Oara army was defeated in Hulanhu Chiwen, and then I realized that the main force of the Ming army was actually still in the Tulan River, and I knew that I had been tricked by them." Baoyin said bitterly: "Just when we were going
Tieshan and Mahamu met, but the scouts reported that a Ming army was approaching quickly. Tuo Huan wanted to eat this Ming army to save face, but my brother was guilty and muttered at the time... He told me that someone was going to
Killing someone with a borrowed knife made us bear the crime of killing a big shot in the Ming Dynasty. Then as expected, we actually surrounded the Ming Dynasty’s grandson.”
"At that time, Tuohuan wanted to capture him and force the Ming army to retreat, but my brother had a different view. He said that the Ming Dynasty was causing trouble with Xiao Qiang, and there was a contender for the throne who wanted to use our help to kill the Ming Dynasty's grandson.
We couldn't afford this crime. After much hard talk, we finally persuaded Tuohuan to agree and surrender instead. Tuohuan was still cautious, fearing that someone would impersonate his grandson, so he asked me to identify the person with him," she said
He looked at Wang Xiandao with a smile: "Actually, as soon as I heard the sound, I recognized that it was you, this bastard. But I didn't want to say anything, because my brother wanted to see if there was a chance to release the great grandson of Ming Dynasty.
, it will be good to sell it to Ming Dynasty, and we will meet again in the future."
"That's it." Wang Xian nodded. All the doubts in the past had been solved, but his mood became heavier. Wu Wei had said before that Zhu Zhanji was in a very bad situation. Now a month and a half has passed, and he still doesn't know.
Has he survived the difficulties now? Can he escape those terrifying open and hidden arrows?
"So you'd better find out more about it before going back." Baoyin actually tried to persuade Wang Xianda to stay, "so as not to hit someone else's knife edge."
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded and said nothing, but how well does Baoyin know him? Could it be that he has already returned home? She sighed softly: "So you don't care about me now, go back to the capital and help your great-grandson sit down.
To secure our position, as for helping us Borzigit gain a foothold, it doesn’t matter if it’s two years later. Don’t worry about us, we can overcome all difficulties if we can walk out of the desert.” At the end, she pointed to her single
Braided, a firm look appeared on her pretty face and she said: "Don't worry, I will always wait for you and won't cuckold you."
"Ahem..." Wang Xian smiled bitterly and said: "Don't be too pessimistic. I am still somewhat sure about Borzigit."
"I gained an experience during this trip to the desert, which is to prepare for the worst in everything." Baoyin slowly leaned her head on his shoulder and said softly: "I will stop on the grassland first. You and Lin
If my sister is in danger in the Central Plains, she can come to me at any time. Don't worry, I will still call her sister."
"Uh..." Wang Xianxin said. It was really hard to guess what this woman was thinking. She had spoken so seriously just now, but in the next sentence she went to discuss seniority in the backyard.
"Are you still worried?" Seeing the hesitant look on his face, Baoyin said impatiently: "A manly man, don't worry about your mother-in-law, okay?"
"Damn, you are so beautiful, how can I safely leave you outside." Wang Xian glared at her and said, "I won't be able to sleep well."
"Are you jealous?" Baoyin said with a happy smile.
"How is this jealousy?" Wang Xian rolled his eyes and said, "At most it's just...jealousy."
"Don't worry." Baoyin put her hands around his neck and said with a soft smile: "I have already asked Brother Wu for that ointment, and I will reapply it tomorrow. If you don't come to pick me up for one day, I won't do it for one day."
Are you relieved now that your appearance has been restored?"
"That's pretty much it." Wang Xian muttered, staring at Baoyin fiercely. "I have to look twice more, otherwise I won't be able to look back."
"How silly," Baoyin suddenly said with a charming smile, "Isn't it enough just to look at it?"
"Don't let me touch you," Wang Xian said depressedly, "I don't dare to use force on your aunt."
"Idiot, I've changed my mind..." Baoyin leaned close to his ear and chuckled. "You'd better kill it first and then play it."
"Damn, I didn't tell you earlier." Wang Xian clasped his hands, picked her up horizontally, and said proudly to everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Amidst the roar of laughter from the crowd, Wang Xian hugged Baoyin, who was struggling with shame, and walked deep into the reeds with a loud smile.
When he came to the reeds, Wang Xian, who had fully recovered his beast-like physical strength, trampled a piece of reed with his feet, took off his robe, spread it out, and gently hugged Baoyin, who was as soft as noodles.
Above, Baoyin's eyebrows were narrowed like a lamb's, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and she no longer looked as proud and domineering as usual.