Chapter 126 Entering the boudoir in the middle of the night (5)
Hearing Qingxia talk about solving the curse, Wu Ma suddenly became energetic, took out a piece of dried meat from the plate, chewed it in his mouth, and looked at her with bright eyes, "Please speak."
Qingxia was also getting better, "Wu Langjun, I can help you get rid of the problem of hanging sword forever. In exchange, I would like to ask you to do me a favor."
"Tell me."
"Please help me kill someone."
"kill?"
"My stepmother, my Aye's first wife, Princess Yicheng who was sent by the Sui Dynasty to marry Turks."
Wu Ma had a hunch that Qingxia's request would not be simple, but when she actually said it, she was still surprised.
"I know, you must ask why. This is a long story. Let me tell you a story first."
Qingxia held the wine glass with both hands and turned it in the direction of the palm of her right hand. Wu Ma felt keenly that this was a very insecure action. Then, Qingxia seemed to subconsciously look towards the door curtain.
Go, looking as if through the door curtain, looking at the desolate night outside,
"My mother-in-law was Aye's first wife, but that was eight years ago..."
Wu Ma counted the days. Eight years ago, in 609 AD, he suddenly remembered something and said: "If I remember correctly, eight years ago was the fifth year of the Great Cause, the year when Khan Beginning succeeded to the throne."
"Well," Qingxia's eyes gradually darkened, "Eight years ago, my grandfather Qimin Khan passed away, and Aye inherited the throne.
At that time, the Turks were still surrendered to the Sui State. It was under the support of Yang Guang that I, Aye, succeeded to the throne of Khan.
Later, in order to consolidate the relationship with the Sui State, Aye went to Yang Guang and asked to follow the Turkic custom of step marriage. He came to the grassland in the name of marriage and married Princess Yicheng of the Sui Dynasty to my grandfather... to step marriage.
,Have you ever heard of such a thing?"
Dancing Horse nodded.
Wu Ma really knows something about the step-marriage of the Turks. In the original world, corpses had not yet appeared. When Wu Ma was an ordinary college student, he was very interested in the history of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. In the process of studying the history of the Sui and Tang Dynasties,
I once saw the idea of step marriage, so I did some research on it.
The so-called step marriage is a custom that has been popular among ethnic minorities in northern China for a long time. It means that after a man dies, his wife can be legally inherited by his son, brother, or even nephew.
There are probably two reasons for the formation of this custom. First, the northern desert grassland has a harsh environment, a sparse population, and difficulty in reproduction. In order not to waste women, a resource that promotes population growth, ethnic minorities must make the best use of women and cannot leave her as a widow.
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Secondly, it is also the most effective way for ethnic minorities to avoid the loss of family property by allowing the family members to collect the deceased's wife and family property together.
The Princess Yicheng mentioned by Qingxia was also a woman who suffered from the custom of stepmarriage in history. Since she came to the Turks from the Sui Dynasty for marriage, Princess Yicheng has married a total of four Turkic Khans.
In Wu Ma's memory, she was first married to Qimin Khan. After Qimin's death, she was married to Shibi Khan, Chuluo Khan, and Jieli Khan. Among them, Shibi, Chuluo, and Jieli Khan.
They are all brothers of the same generation, and Qimin Khan is their father.
"I hate this kind of vulgarity,"
Seeing Wu Ma nodding, Qingxia had a look of anger and shame on her face.
"Our nation really does not regard women as human beings, but as private property and as tools for reproduction. What is the difference between them and those ewes, mares, and cows?
A mother can marry her son, even though he is not her biological son; a daughter-in-law can marry a father-in-law, a sister-in-law can marry an eldest brother, a sister-in-law can marry a younger brother, and a nephew can marry an aunt... unless it is a biological mother and child, or because she is too old.
It is really sad that a woman can be widowed or remarry only if she cannot be adopted due to irresistible reasons such as disease."
She held the wine glass tightly in her hand, holding it hard, as if she wanted to crush the wine glass in one fell swoop.
"Think about it, the relatives who were respectful and polite to each other just a few days ago, you are his stepmother, sister-in-law, sister-in-law, and aunt. Suddenly one day, you have to sleep on the same bed and do that kind of thing.
Shameful things... don't even have to be experienced personally, I just feel sick just thinking about them in my head.
As a Turkic woman, it is very likely that one day I will not be able to escape such a fate. This is even more sad and hateful to the extreme. When I think of this, I want to leave this place immediately and never come back."
Dancing Horse was a little strange, "You have lived in a place where this kind of custom is prevalent since you were a child, why would you come up with such an idea... Logically speaking, shouldn't you just tolerate it?"
"Perhaps it should be so. But ever since I was very young, or ever since I became sensible, I have felt that this kind of custom is really bad, and it is so sad that women are the victims of this custom.
This feeling, as if I was born not to belong to this place... I witnessed with my own eyes the women in the family were taken away from step marriages one by one, dragging heavy footsteps into the tents of other men who were once relatives.
Every expression seems to me like a forced smile, like a living dead. When I think of this, I feel even sadder and more disgusting..."
At this point, the two people fell silent at the same time.
Qingxia seemed to be remembering the past, staring blankly at the wine glass in her hand.
Dancing Horse, on the other hand, feels that the girl in front of him is in front of his eyes, bit by bit, drop by drop, like a colorful paintbrush dyeing the black and white scroll, making the whole person more vivid.
Wu Ma is a little resistant to such a change, which will soften the part of Qingxia in his heart - this part was originally very hard, like steel, and indestructible with swords. This is how he and Qingxia can compete.
Only in the proper state can he make the most correct decision with a cold mentality, a calm perspective, and a sensitive response.
"What you said," Wu Ma knocked on the table and became indifferent again, "does it have anything to do with your desire to kill Princess Yicheng."
"Well..." Qingxia seemed to be awakened by the sound of knocking on the table, and looked at him in a daze, "I'm sorry, what did you just say... I was a little distracted."
"It doesn't matter, I often do this too," Wu Ma said, "What I just asked is: what does what you said have to do with your desire to kill Princess Yicheng."
"I'm going too far... I'll go on."
Qingxia smiled apologetically, put down the wine glass in her hand,
"After Yang Guang saw Aye's request, he quickly issued an edict and agreed to follow Turkic customs and let Aye remarry Princess Yicheng. The edict was sent back to the Turks, but Princess Yicheng made a request - can
Marry me Aye, but she will be the head wife.
At that time, because my mother-in-law was still alive, she had been Aye's first wife. When Aye became a khan, it was natural for my mother-in-law to become Ketun.
Princess Yicheng naturally wanted to be a Turkic Ketun. However, Aye considered her relationship with my mother and did not allow it at that time. Princess Yicheng married her anyway... Later I found out that she seemed to be related to
I, Aye, have made an agreement, that is, after a hundred years, my mother-in-law will first choose Princess Yicheng as the key.
I don’t need to tell you what happened next. Not long after Princess Yicheng got married, my mother-in-law seemed to have passed away due to illness. In fact, before Princess Yicheng got married, my mother-in-law was already very weak.
She is suffering from a cold disease, but the doctor in the clan said that as long as she takes medicine on time every day and takes good care of herself, she can live another ten to eight years without any problem.
For this reason, I have always been suspicious in my heart. How could my mother-in-law, who was perfectly fine, suddenly suffer from a severe cold attack and be unable to survive even one night? Even for her most beloved daughter,
We have to wait until dawn to see each other again... Ming Ming made me delicious cheese and dried meat the day before, and covered me with a warm quilt with a smile. I held her hand. It was very warm, and there was no trace of it.
A sign that the cold is about to break out!" Qingxia's hand on the table began to tremble slightly, and her sweet voice also trembled at the moment. This scene made Wu Ma feel a little sad, but also a little touching.
This is the first time Wu Ma has seen Qingxia in this state. She can easily arouse the protective desire of men all over the world. In the past, she always seemed too cunning and strong, which only made people wonder how.
Fight her to the end.
Thinking of this, Wu Ma suddenly had a thought in his mind. Could it be that Qingxia, who was full of weakness and helplessness in front of him, was actually just the original Qingxia wrapped in a false disguise, but this disguise was too sincere and...
It’s true, even people who have experienced a lot of dancing horses and are naturally indifferent and extremely defensive almost fall into the trap.
Wu Ma planned to continue observing to see when she would show her weakness, "You mean, Princess Yicheng secretly harmed your mother-in-law in order to gain the position of Ke Dun... This is not very reasonable, and you, Ah Ye, are not
Confused egg."
Qingxia glanced at him, as if she was surprised that his voice and thoughts had regained their composure. This surprise only passed in a flash.
"You will know how powerful this vicious woman is only if you listen to what I say. The next morning, I was lying on the bed, waiting for my mother-in-law to wake me up, call my name, and bring me some hot water.
Teng Teng milk tea.
As a result, after waiting for a long time, I didn’t hear A-Niang’s voice. I heard a scream coming from the other side of A-Niang’s tent. That scream was full of malicious disguise and performance, and I will never forget it in my life.
Don't fall off.
I had a bad premonition in my heart, so I threw on some clothes and ran barefoot to my grandma's tent. When I was a child, I was most afraid of bugs and mice in the grass, but I didn't feel anything at all at that time.
It was like my legs and feet didn't belong to me, and I didn't know how I got through that journey in the end.
As soon as I entered the tent, I saw my grandma lying on the thick bed, motionless, like a stone. I walked closer and saw that my grandma's face was as pale as the white paint in a Han home, and her whole body was covered with a thick layer of white paint.
Shuang's body exudes a biting cold air to all sides, like ice cubes fished out of a thousand-year-old ice cave.
Mr. Wu Lang, please think about it, how could a normal person become like this even if he has a cold?"
The more Qingxia talked, the more excited she became. Her posture changed from sitting cross-legged to half-kneeling unconsciously. She seemed to suddenly realize that she was a little out of sorts. She took a deep breath and finally calmed down, grabbing the white jade-like hair with her hands.
He retracted his legs inward, adjusted his posture, and returned to the cross-legged posture before.
"That day, I knelt beside my mother-in-law. I didn't know how long I knelt there. They all said that my mother-in-law's tent was colder than the twelfth lunar month in winter, but I didn't realize it. You know, I used to be most afraid of the cold. When winter comes,
, I wish I could hide in a tent wrapped in dozens of layers of felt, crawl into a thick sheepskin quilt, and drink milk tea forever.
From that day on, my feet became numb, as if I had lost consciousness, and I was no longer afraid of cold, hardness, or any rough grinding."
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