Chapter 144 Qingxia's letter and the choice of dancing horses
After listening to Qingxia's words, Princess Yicheng also came up and said a few words to Shibi Khan. Shibi Khan waved his hand and called for a shaman in strange clothes, who staggered over.
The shaman listened to Princess Yicheng's instructions, drew a strange pattern on the spot, cut Qingxia's palm, and sprinkled the blood inside the pattern, forming a bright red mass.
The shaman circled the pattern, rang the bell, and murmured something. The blood mass in the pattern gradually emitted red light, and turned into a pool of blood mist, which suddenly surged.
After an unknown amount of time, the shaman pointed towards the blood mist in the air, and the blood mist suddenly shrank and condensed into a man's head.
The translator saw it and said blankly: "Wu...Wu Langjun, why do I see that this fog man's face is somewhat similar to yours?"
The shaman stopped his magic and knelt down towards Shibi Khan.
At the beginning, Khan frowned, and after a while, a person came out of the queue and said something. The man cupped his hands, immediately left the team, and galloped towards the two dancing horses on horseback.
The translator was so frightened that he trembled, "Something is going wrong, something is going wrong! Let's run away quickly."
But Wu Ma was very calm, "This is in Turkic territory, and we don't have fast horses, so it's easy to escape. Besides, it may not be dangerous. If Shibi Khan is about to kill you and me, what?
Only one person will be sent here."
"What are you talking about?" the translator said with a grimace, "I want to kill or behead you all because of you, it has nothing to do with me."
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Soon, the man sent by Khan was near, and after distinguishing his appearance from the dancing horse, he realized that this man was the Moteqim who hosted the dance program at the Salchuk Conference a few days ago, and his name seemed to be...
It was Bayan Azhan who came.
When he came closer, Bayan Azhan rushed to the dancing horse and handed over his hand, "Distinguished guests, the Khan invites you!"
Wu Ma asked the translator to leave and stay where he was. The translator said: "I didn't intend to go with you."
The dancing horse followed Bayan Azhan and led the horse towards the cemetery.
We were not far away, and when we turned around the top of the mountain, we could no longer see the translator. Bayan Azhan took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Wu Ma, "This is from Princess Ashinayan to you."
Wu Ma glanced at him in surprise, "How did you get the letter? And how did you happen to be sent by Shibi Khan to find me?"
Bayan Azhan said with a smile: "Wu Langjun, you don't have to doubt that the princess saved my life in the past."
Wu Ma nodded, and then picked up the envelope. The seal was intact, and it seemed that Qingxia had already prepared it. She tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper and took a look. On it was a rather hasty and elegant handwriting:
Mr. Wu Lang: Seeing the words is like seeing the face.
The incident happened suddenly, and I only had time to write this letter and make some simple arrangements. When I wrote this letter, I was preparing to leave for the funeral. How could I have imagined that I would suddenly get the news that Sunong Dalai Lama had reconciled with Yi
Princess Cheng has made a plan to propose marriage to me, Aye, at the funeral today.
I understand Princess Yicheng's plan and will definitely not leave me any room for maneuver. I am also very aware of Sunong Dalai's persistence. He must marry me home, otherwise he would rather fall into Quele.
Come back, I told you before, Princess Yicheng has always wanted me to marry a high-ranking member of the Turkic tribe, that is, Sunong Dalai Lama.
At this moment, I was being strictly guarded and there was absolutely no possibility of escaping. I also had no idea of escape, because after escaping, I became a lost dog and was left wandering. Revenge would be even more difficult.
But Mr. Wu Lang, your road is still wide, and you have a choice. I will talk about this later.
Having said that, I will never be willing to marry Sunong Dalai, and I will never accept my fate. I have made up my mind to tell Aye after I move this big mountain like Mr. Wulang.
After Zhisolchuk, you and I have become husband and wife. I only want to marry Mr. Dancer. I beg Aye to make it happen.
I think Sunong Dalai should have despaired at this point. However, Princess Yicheng must invite a shaman to verify whether what I said is true or false. As for this, you should know in your heart that it is naturally true.
, irrefutable.
After the shaman's verification, it's time for Aye to ask you to confront me. I said before, Mr. Wulang, you still have a choice, and it's here.
I will take advantage of this moment to take this letter out. If you see this letter, you will know that you have two choices now. One is to escape from this place as soon as possible. Others may not be able to do it, but I know you, Mr. Wulang.
You can definitely escape without spending too much effort. If you escape, there is no need to worry about my life and death.
I only ask you one thing. Please remember that you once promised me to help me avenge my hatred. If I die because of this, I will not be able to kill Princess Yicheng. Please help me kill her when you can.
The enemy told her before she died: Ashinayan stabbed her mother from the Quele Blood Prison!
Of course, even if I die because of this, there is still a way for you to survive without being affected by the curse. Please don't worry about this.
The second choice for Mr. Dancer is to face the difficulties, come to me, Aye, and confess your affair with me. Please do not deny this, because the shaman’s verification is almost complete.
It is the supreme method of distinguishing truth from falsehood on the grassland. If what you say is inconsistent with the shaman's verification, the grassland people will only think that you are lying, and the consequences will be extremely tragic.
Therefore, if you choose to face it, the only way is to admit the feelings between us. In this case, Aye will reject Sunung Dalai's proposal and instead allow me to marry you. Don't worry, he will definitely do this
Do.
First of all, he owed it to me. It was me who took the initiative to fall off his horse in the wilderness and saved his life.
Secondly, our relationship has experienced Salchuk’s blessing and has been incorporated into an unwritten agreement. It is also blessed by Tengri, and no one can blame it.
Of course I know, Mr. Wu Lang, that you have no intention of marrying me, and I will not force anyone to make it difficult. However, no matter what, getting married requires a considerable period of preparation. During this preparation time, we can continue to plan.
For revenge, all you have to do is kill Princess Yicheng before you and I get married, and I will find a way to cancel the marriage and give you a free life.
Oh, by the way. If you choose the second path, there may be another advantage, that is, you can take this opportunity to ask me, Aye, to agree to negotiate peace. I think he will probably agree.
Time is tight and I only have time to write so much.
As for whether you can see this letter, it can only be decided by Tengri.
And I will never give up.
After reading the letter, Wu Ma asked Bayan Azhan: "If I leave now, which direction should I take?"
Ba Yan A Zhan said: "Wu Lang Lord, please give me a sword first so that I can go back and deliver the work." As he said that, he handed over a short blade.
Wu Ma quickly understood, took the short blade, and cleanly slashed the outside of his left arm, cutting a gash and drawing blood.
Bayan Azhan pointed to the east, "Wu Langjun took my horse and walked straight ahead. When he saw the mountain, he turned south."
Wu Ma said: "What is your relationship with Ashinayan?"
"The princess is my savior."
"Will you let me leave with peace of mind?"
Bayan Azhan said with a smile: "When Her Royal Highness the Princess handed the letter to me, she said everything was the best arrangement."
Wu Ma sneered: "If I didn't let her go through the so-called quell, she would have thought she would defeat me."
With that said, he took the reins of the horse, got on his horse, and rode eastward.
Not long after walking, he got off his horse again, bent down and walked lightly, and secretly walked to the cemetery. He was thinking in his heart: This Qingxia seems to have said clearly that she leaves the choice to herself, but she can
What he did was really unreliable.
If Wu Ma really leaves, leaving Ashinayan to deal with it alone, what will be the result? Most likely, she will be regarded as a woman who has lost her virginity and be tortured. After staying in Turks for these days, Wu Ma has some thoughts on this.
I understand. If she stays and Qingxia marries him, it will be considered a marriage and she will probably not be punished.
The question now is, what is Qingxia's real intention for doing this? Does she really want Wu Ma to leave so that Wu Ma can survive and avenge her in the future? Or is she pretending to be very righteous and make Wu Ma feel sad?
Feeling guilty, why should he stay and save her life?
Qingxia wanted to live, but when she was talking about the divine decree in Journey to the West, she took the initiative to beg for death, and if Wu Ma hadn't used the Moonlight Box, Qingxia would have almost succeeded. From this point of view,
Qingxia went to die calmly this time, which may not be an act.
In a short period of time, many years and many guesses went through Wu Ma's mind. In the end, he finally figured out that no matter how Qingxia planned, how she thought about it, and what conspiracy she had in her head, he originally sent Qingxia to
Xia was rescued from the Westward Journey with only one purpose: to solve the mystery.
It's like solving a strange murder case, and he wants to find the final murderer. He's only halfway there, and he hasn't even seen the shadow of the murderer yet, so why should he give up halfway?
The wind on the grassland was a bit cool. The dancing horse gradually straightened up and saw the mourning crowd swaying in the distance.
Qingxia, who was kneeling on her knees, was surrounded by a circle of strange patterns. Blue flames rose along the lines of the pattern and slowly rolled towards Qingxia. It seemed that the punishment of the Turks for the unfaithful had finally arrived.
The shaman wrapped in colorful cloth shook his collar bell in his hand and danced strangely around the blue fire, chanting vague spells. As the shaman danced, the blue flame gradually condensed into the shape of a giant python.
He looked like that and opened his big mouth towards Qingxia.
As for Qingxia, she was very calm. She slowly moved her legs and sat cross-legged. The look on her face was calm and peaceful.
Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, and she suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of Dancing Horse in the crowd. The corners of her mouth curved, revealing the most sincere and brilliant smile that Dancing Horse had ever seen since he met her.
I wish all book friends a happy Double Day.
I read a very interesting copy today, which said that the National Day meets the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the country and family collide. It’s interesting, right?