Chapter 120 The first confrontation between Qingxia and Yuwen Jianxue
Not long after Shibi Khan announced that Solchuk had officially started, he quietly left the grand party. The translator whispered to Dancing Horse: "Solchuk had a lot of fun and interacted a lot. Shibi will definitely not
He was involved, and even the Turkic people couldn’t let him go.”
Not long after Shibi Khan left, a handsome and friendly young man walked onto the stage holding an iron bell in his hand.
"The current identity of the young man holding the bell is [Igo Dobixi]," the translator pointed to the stage. "Translated into Chinese, it means the leader of the young men, who is responsible for presiding over this Solchuk - and
One thing, if he can be recommended by everyone to make "Igong Tubixi", this young man must be the best among the young Turks, even the best one.
Look at the way the little girl nearby looked at this young man, as if there was a ball of fire in her eyes..."
"Really?" Yuwen Jianxue looked at his face, moved her eyes to the bell in his hand, then looked at the dancing horse beside her, and curled her lips.
"Everyone!" The young man raised his right hand and rang the bell, "Let's rejoice for Salchuk! This is a celebration of hunting and harvest! This is our festival!"
The Turkic people responded to him with loud shouts.
"First of all, we would like to invite our Moteqim to perform a passionate song and dance!"
The translator continued to explain: "Motqim means good at singing and dancing." As he said this, he saw more than a hundred musicians in brightly colored clothes standing in various places in the crowd, holding leather drums, playing stringed and plucked string instruments.
After shouting in unison, they began to play. Looking closely at the leather drums, the string instruments had different shapes and patterns, and they were clearly made by the musicians themselves.
These musicians form groups of three or five, singing while playing drums and strings. A tablecloth is spread out in front of them, filled with dried meats, cheeses and various foods.
Each group of musicians was separated by dozens of feet, and a bonfire was lit beside them. The Turkic people around them formed a small circle. Hundreds of bonfires were lit in the square, and hundreds of small circles were formed.
Although the musicians in each group were far apart, the music sounded in perfect harmony. The high-pitched, loud and uniform sound of the music resounded throughout the countryside. The Turkic people who formed a circle sat down facing the musicians.
Just keep the time and clap in agreement.
The three dancing horses were also included in a circle near the central stage. Yuwen Jianxue had a vague premonition of something bad, so he said to the dancing horses: "Shibi Khan has left, and our face has been lost. If we wait any longer,
There's no point in going down, so why not go back early to prepare for peace talks tomorrow."
Dancing Horse said, "I've never seen such a battle before. It's better to stay and broaden my horizons." As he said that, he grabbed a piece of cheese from the tablecloth next to him, looked at it from left to right, and ate it in one bite, "Oh.
, it tastes good." Yuwen Jianxue looked at the greasy cheese and snorted, "You can really eat it." He raised his head and listened to the song. After a while, while Wu Ma was not paying attention, he also took a piece and stuffed it.
Put it in your mouth.
After a while, the drums became louder and faster, and the musicians sang louder and louder. The Turkic people sitting around also sang together. Moteqim, who was in charge of controlling the scene, led several musicians to sing loudly according to the beat.
When you shout, the atmosphere becomes more enthusiastic, and combined with the exciting drums and strings, it forms a thrilling symphony.
At the climax of the music, Moteqim raised his hands and clapped, and the people sitting around stood up one after another.
The translator hurriedly said to the two dancing horses: "It's time to dance and sing. According to the custom of the Turks, a man and a woman must be accompanied..."
"What's the reason for this?"
"Turkic people usually live herding, and there are not many opportunities for young men and women to communicate. This Solchuk has the effect of promoting young people to form pairs. If unmarried men and women have a partner of their choice, they can boldly hold each other's hand.
...Well, Mr. Wulang, Miss Axue, you two might as well team up to deal with it first...I'll hide aside."
Just as he was talking, a white and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the side, gently grabbed the dancing horse, and pulled it to the other side. Then he heard a familiar and sweet voice, "Wanglang, you are fine."
The dancing horse looked up and saw that the person coming had bright eyes, a slight smile, and charming eyebrows. It was Qingxia.
Just as the dancing horse was about to move its hands, Moteqim in the circle suddenly shouted loudly, and everyone circled around the bonfire and the musicians.
Qingxia took Wu Ma's hand and said, "Follow me." Then she led him to spin in a circle with everyone. Soon, Wu Ma felt unkind looks coming from all around, all coming from young Turkic guys.
A young man even came over here.
Wu Ma originally thought that it would be inconvenient for him to be so close to Qingxia, but seeing such a battle, he grabbed Qingxia's hand tightly and pulled her into his arms, "You're fine, I should call you Qingxia, then
Yan, Ashina Yan, or Her Royal Highness the Princess."
"Qingxia," Qingxia was held in his arms. A look of surprise flashed across her face. She immediately leaned on his chest and used the force to spin around and bounce out. One hand was still holding the dancing horse's hand.
When he stood up, he seemed to be dancing briskly under the guidance of a dancing horse, "This name is specially given for you... I know why you came here."
"I came to negotiate peace, everyone knows it."
"Let's not go around in circles," Qingxia turned around again, leaned close to Wu Ma's ear, and blew lightly, which made Wu Ma's ears tremble, "The curse, don't you want to lift the curse? Tonight...
…come to me.”
Before Wu Ma could answer, a soft body suddenly bumped into him, separating him from Qingxia. Wu Ma saw clearly that the person in his arms was actually Yuwen Jianxue, he shook his head and let go of his hand.
Qingxia, however, refused and stretched her hand forward, almost grabbing his hand again.
Yuwen Jianxue broke away from the dancing horse's arms, looking panicked, but moved her body forward, just in front of the dancing horse's hand. Qingxia had no time to stop, and grabbed the soft ball.
Yuwen Jianxue's fair cheeks turned red, and he frowned and looked at Qingxia.
"I'm sorry," Qingxia squeezed lightly, then let go, looked at Yuwen Jianxue, then looked behind her, the hint was obvious, "Sister Axue, this is..."
Yuwen Jianxue had already thought of a way to deal with it, pointed at the translator, "It's all him."
The translator was full of apologies: "Miss Xue and I made a temporary couple... Oh, there was a crowd just now, so I let go of my hand and accidentally grabbed her..."
The corner of Qingxia's mouth curled up. She let go of her hand...without paying attention...Yuwen Jianxue just happened to be stuck between herself and Wu Ma. Qingxia didn't believe it at all, but after being disturbed by Yuwen Jianxue, she stopped talking to Wu Ma.
There is room to talk alone.
She was about to say hello to Yuwen Jianxue. At this time, the young man who was previously in charge of [Igong Dobixi] also came over. With a friendly smile on his face, he looked at Wu Ma and Yuwen
Jian Xue turned her attention to Qingxia again and asked flatteringly: "Princess, do you need me here..."
"Need not."
Qingxia said, looking at Yuwen Jianxue, "Sister Axue, let's have a chat some time. I really miss you."
Looking at the dancing horse again, "[Solchuk]'s show has just begun, we have plenty of time..."
Having said this, he winked at Dancing Horse and said, "Finish your words."
Qingxia led the young man to the other side, and Yuwen Jianxue approached the dancing horse alertly, "Finish your words, what did you two say?"