The silent grassland was once again filled with life. The herdsmen drove their cattle and horses, and their loud songs echoed over the pastureland.
Cao Peng, dressed in casual clothes, took Han De, Wang Shuang and four Fei Qi, Shi Shiran and left the mission's residence.
A group of people rode horses and headed towards the residence of King Zuoxian. On the way to the Xiongnu residence, Cao Peng explained to Han De and others again and again. Cao Peng also made a lot of preparations for this trip to the north of Saibei. Especially for Cao Peng put a lot of effort into the customs of the Huns. At noon that day, he saw a group of cavalry leaving the station in the distance...
These are the men and horses of Liu Bao, the Xian King of Zuo, heading towards the envoy's residence.
Cao Peng narrowed his eyes and led the people to avoid Liu Bao and others. After Liu Bao's men and horses had gone away, he slowly approached the Xiongnu station.
The royal tent of Zuoxian King Liu Bao was very large.
It is roughly estimated that there are at least tens of thousands of people on this Shentu Zemu Plain, which is the basis for Liu Bao to establish his foothold in the Southern Huns.
Below the king's tent, there are many dependent tribes.
Depending on the size of the population, these tribal leaders are either called Haoshuai or Xiaoshuai.
Generally speaking, those with more than 3,000 string-controlling men can be considered to be powerful commanders, while those with less than 3,000 string-controllers can be considered to be small commanders.
If you draw a structural diagram, you can clearly discover the entire Xiongnu system.
The chanyu is the largest, and under him are the left and right virtuous kings. Below the left and right virtuous kings, there are tribal leaders, also called Haoshuai. Below the Haoshuai, there are many small tribes attached to them, called Xiaoshuai... In this way, it becomes a Pyramid shaped structure.
Over the years, the Southern Huns have had close ties with the Central Plains.
Especially after Huchuquan took over, he became more closely connected with the Central Plains region.
Therefore, when Cao Peng and others entered the residence of King Zuoxian, they did not receive too many inquiries, and no one made trouble for them.
"Han Jialang, what's going on?"
"Beautiful girl, we have traveled a long way to come to this beautiful Muyuan... We are just thirsty, so we want to beg for some food."
Basically, the Huns at this time were quite polite to the Han people.
After all, to a certain extent, the Huns were in a state of naturalization and dependence. Therefore, after Han De talked to them in fluent Huns, some women took out food and milk wine and entertained them warmly. Among them, There are many Han women who seem to have become accustomed to life on the grassland. They gathered around Cao Peng and others, asking for news about their hometown. Each of them showed a different kind of enthusiasm... The grassland is a natural selection! Those who can survive Women naturally have their own uniqueness. However, these women still shed tears when they mention their hometown.
"Han family, let's sing a song from our hometown."
A woman in her thirties looked at Cao Peng and begged.
"We left our hometown and almost forgot the folk songs of our hometown... I wonder what new songs are there in our hometown now?"
The royal tent in the distance stands tall and majestic.
The golden tent roof shone magnificently in the sunlight.
That is the residence of Liu Bao, the Xian King of Zuo.
There were Hun soldiers guarding the king's tent. Cao Peng could vaguely see several Hun teenagers playing outside the tent.
How can we get the princess to come out?
Cao Peng thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "I have a song that I can sing with you."
He asked Hande to take out a guqin from his horseback pocket and place it in front of him. The ancients commented on talent and learning. In addition to poetry, songs, and classic articles, they would also learn guqin, chess, calligraphy and painting. As a scholar-official, he did not understand qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. , will be ridiculed. In the past three years, under Huang Yueying's supervision, Cao Peng has become somewhat familiar with music and can play a few tunes...
He calmed down and brushed his fingers over the strings.
The sound of a musical instrument rises leisurely and echoes over the station.
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes. The west wind blows and the horses are thin on the ancient road, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world..."
As he grows older, there is more or less a sense of vicissitudes in Cao Peng's voice.
Especially in the past few years, the period of voice change has passed, and after the vocal cords have matured, Cao Peng's singing voice has a trace of magnetism.
After finishing the song, the women around him looked sad.
Some even shed tears in secret... To them, are they not heartbroken people? A group of heartbroken people who are far away from home!
In the distance, a woman walked out of the royal tent.
She was wearing a white Hu skirt and a slanted animal skin jacket.
"Mother, why did you come out?"
A little girl ran over, hugged the woman's leg, and asked charmingly.
She spoke in Chinese, and her voice was clear and pleasant. The woman smiled slightly, bent down and held the girl in her arms.
"Amaiguai, who was singing just now?"
"It seems to be the singing coming from over there...My brother said that some Han family members have come. But his singing is very unpleasant, and it is not as pleasant as the sound of my mother's piano."
The woman looked in the direction of Ah Meiguai's finger, her heart moved, and she suddenly said: "Adiguai, let's go over and have a look."
A stout young man ran over with a smile.
"Han Jialang, your singing is good, but it's so sad!
Can I change the song?"
Cao Peng smiled slightly when he heard this. From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced towards the king's tent and saw a woman, holding a girl in her arms and holding a son in her hand, coming slowly. Is it her? Cao Peng was a little confused.
Judging from her attire, she seemed to be no ordinary Hun woman. However, her bun was slightly disheveled, covering her face so that she could not see clearly.
"You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.
When I lean against the window the next day, the winter plum blossoms are still blooming."
A wisp of music, a poem...
The woman stopped suddenly and looked this way blankly.
I saw her, her cheek twitching slightly, and after a moment she suddenly turned around and walked towards the king's tent.
"Mother, why do you want to go back?"
"Aniang is not feeling well... Adiguai, go and invite the singer to come to the tent. I have something to ask him."
A Diguai agreed and ran quickly to Cao Peng.
Cao Peng also noticed the woman's reaction at this time, so the song changed accordingly, "Don't believe what others say, a gnat is not as good as a bear, and a tile is not as good as Zhang." Meng Jian supplemented the history, Ban Zhaocai learned, Zhonglang passed on the industry, and Cai Yan wrote poems
, all the lead and flowers have been washed away, there is no necklace, but there is still the incense of the country of sandalwood..."
The woman stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Ameiguai asked in a sweet voice.
The woman's face was filled with tears.
"Wuna Han, what are you singing randomly?"
Adi ran up to him, pointed at Cao Peng's nose, and yelled, "My mother asked you to go over, so hurry up and leave."
"Who is your mother-in-law?"
Cao Peng asked pretending to be confused.
Someone on the side gave the answer. Cao Peng was very happy, but his face still showed doubts.
He signaled Han De and others to wait aside, and followed Adi into a large tent. He saw the woman from before, sitting upright at the banquet, her hair combed and pulled into a hairstyle like that of a Han girl, and she was looking blankly
Watching Cao Peng come in.
"Who are you?"
Cao Peng took a deep breath and said, "I am a businessman, and I have been ordered by my master's family to come to the grassland to find the daughter of my master's mentor."
"Who is your master?"
"May I ask you, who is it?"
The woman looked at Cao Peng quietly and calmed down after a while.
"Cai Yan's poems and poems are all washed away, and there is no necklace, but they still have the incense of sandalwood...
Zhao Ji is ashamed to deserve such praise. After twelve years, Zhao Ji never thought that there would still be people in her hometown who still remembered Zhao Ji's name."
Cao Peng was as calm as water, staring at the woman at the table.
The wind and frost could not hide the elegance. The skin color looked a little rough, but it still retained the charm of the past. Cao Peng stepped forward, bowed his hands, and said, "I am Cao Peng. I have come here to seal the seal on the order of Cao Sikong."
Looking for Mr. Cai...
Sikong said: Zhaoji, it’s time to return home!”
Tears flowed like a fountain, and Cai Yan suddenly burst into tears.
Even Ameiguai, who was beside her, started crying... Adigai rushed up and grabbed Cao Peng by the skirt of his clothes.
"You are such a bad person, you actually made my grandma cry."
This Hun boy, like a little tiger, grabbed Cao Peng's lapel and started beating him.
Cao Peng stretched out his hand and grabbed Adi. Although the young man's body was strong, it seemed like nothing in Cao Peng's hands.
"Adiguai, please stop being rude!"
Cai Yan quickly stopped crying and scolded Adiguai.
"Sir, please let go, Adiguai is just..."
Before Cai Yan could finish speaking, Cao Peng had already released Adiguai, squatted on his back, put one hand on Adiguai's forehead, and let Adiguai do what he did.
"Don't worry, Mr. Cai, I won't hurt him... I'm here just to welcome Mr. Cai back to his hometown."
go home?
This is a thrilling phrase.
After twelve years of living in exile, Cai Yan had thought about this word countless times, but the result was...
She stabilized her emotions, holding Ah Meiguai in one hand and Adiguai in her arms with the other, "Is Meng Degong already Sikong Zai?"
"Exactly."
Cai Yan raised his charming face, looked at Cao Peng and said, "But, how are you going to take me back home?"
"I should sincerely plead with King Zuo Xian."
"No!"
Cai Yan suddenly said loudly: "King Zuo Xian will definitely not let my mother and son return."
Cao Peng keenly captured that Cai Yan used "my mother and son" instead of "I". Historically, a major stain on Cai Yanling was that she abandoned a pair of children when she returned to her hometown. So many people
I thought that Cai Yan was the kind of cruel-hearted woman who didn't care about her children. But now it seems that her love for her children is not artificial at all.
Just imagine, Liu Bao let Cai Yan go back, it was a last resort.
He can let Cai Yan go, but he can never throw away his own flesh and blood... However, there seems to be no record in the history books about the fate of Cai Yan's children. This trip to the fortress has completely surpassed
Cao Peng knew nothing about it. He was lucky enough to find Cai Yan, but it would not be easy to take away the children under Liu Bao's nose. In history, why did Cai Yan abandon his children? No one knows the truth.
know.
Cao Peng looked at Cai Yan's brother and sister who were hugging him tightly, hesitated and said, "If everyone in Cai is willing to return, I will try my best to bring his brother and sister back together."
When Cai Yan heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"really?"
"Cao is not talented. Once he has said his word, he will never go back on it.
However, before that, I would like to ask everyone to be patient for a moment or two. I need to observe the situation and then make any calculations.
Please also ask Mr. Cai to take good care of your children and not to be noticed by King Zuo Xian."
When Cao Peng said these words, he had already made up his mind secretly.
Regardless of the reason why Cai Yan abandoned her children in history, now that he is here, he must not make her suffer infamy again.
