Luoyang, wine shop.
The New Year has passed, but there are still snowflakes flying outside, and there are still snow residues among the eaves and tiled houses.
The cold air with flying snow came in through the half-covered curtains, but it was enveloped by the warm air and dispersed in the restaurant.
The lobby downstairs was bustling with activity, with steam rising from the dishes filled with food, blending in with the noisy environment.
"Have you heard that there is a truce in the north..."
Someone started talking in a corner of the store, but as soon as the words came out, the attention of most of the diners was attracted.
"Isn't that right! The Holy Emperor personally conquered Mobei, and within just half a year, he regained most of the lost territory."
"It seems that Mobei was afraid of Shengshang Bingfeng, so he returned Youyun and other states, and fled back to the grassland -"
Someone took a pair of kuaizi and took the following words:
"Hehe, I heard that Mobei failed to beg for surrender at first, and was almost exterminated by the Holy Emperor. It was Queen Yingtian who begged for a meeting in private, and she reluctantly begged for it..."
"I've also heard rumors! It's said that Queen Yingtian's dancing style is really so beautiful, but she danced all night long for our Lord..."
"Hey hey hey——"
The painting style in the store suddenly changed, and a low laughter that everyone knew suddenly rang out.
"snort!"
Among the seats, the tall man who had been eating silently suddenly dropped Kuaizi and slammed his big hand on the table.
His movement was not small, which attracted the attention of all the customers in the store.
I saw this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his long hair was tied into pigtails. At this time, Kuai Zi was left behind, but he picked up a mink hat and put it on his head and stood up.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
I thought he was a Dangxiang or Uighur before, but looking at his posture, he seems to be from Mobei?
"Why, the grassland has been defeated by our holy masters. How arrogant are you, a barbarian!"
Someone spat, and the sound was loud.
The Mobei man instantly clenched his sandbag-sized fists, making even his finger bones crackle.
But the Tang people in the venue showed no timidity, and several brave diners stood up tit for tat.
But in the end, the Mobei man just snorted coldly, took out a handful of copper coins from his arms, sprinkled them on the table, and strode out.
Seeing that he was not presumptuous, the cheerful atmosphere returned to the store.
"There is one more thing. I heard that the Holy One wants to take the daughter of King Mobei as his concubine..."
Another voice came out through the curtain, causing the Mobei man to pause again.
"Nonsense! It's clear that Mo Beifei wants to donate the princess in order to make peace with the Tang Dynasty in exchange for peace on the grassland."
"The Holy One is so wise and powerful, is the Mobei woman worthy of it?"
"..."
Yelu Yaoguang sighed heavily, unclenched his fists, walked down the steps and entered the snow-covered street.
He had two servants on the grassland who came over with umbrellas.
"Erlang, the master of the house just sent someone to look for you. He said that he wanted to go back to the house quickly and discuss important matters."
Yelu Yaoguang's eyes lit up, he looked around, and then asked in a low voice: "Father, can you tell me, is it something important?"
"I didn't tell you."
Looking at the servants who were gradually being assimilated by the Tang people, Yelu Yaoguang twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, but he had some inexplicable expectations in his heart and took a step forward.
He couldn't believe that his father, who once swept across the grassland and displayed great military prowess, was really willing to do this!
He couldn't help but shout to the servants behind him.
"Hurry up!"
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In Duke Guiyi's mansion, Yelu Yao watched with twitching eyes as Yelu Abaoji skillfully made a cup of tea, and then poured a cup for each of them.
"How does my son feel during this time in Luoyang?"
Yelu Abaoji has a fashionable beard, and the short mustache on his upper lip has obviously been carefully trimmed. The tail of the beard is slightly upward, making it look particularly delicate and bold.
Damn it, isn’t this the Tang Dynasty’s favorite beard style!
Seeing the man who was also titled as the King of Mobei take a sip of tea skillfully, Yelu Yaoguang felt like he couldn't breathe.
He didn't touch the tea that Yelu Abaoji poured for him, and just replied stiffly: "Not very good!"
The latter frowned, leaned on the chair, and crossed his legs.
"Luoyang is prosperous, wouldn't my son like it?"
Yelu Yaoguang's eyes widened, but he couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly stood up and walked back and forth in front of Yelu Abaoji: "Luoyang, Luoyang! No matter how prosperous this place is, does it belong to us?"
His footsteps suddenly stopped, and then he turned around and looked angrily at the stunned Yelu Abaoji: "Father! Have you really forgotten your ambitions on the grassland in the past!"
The two maids outside the door lowered their heads and trembled.
Yelu Yaoguang's eyes were red and he stared at his father, the Lord of the grassland whom he admired most when he was a child.
The atmosphere in the room fell into awkwardness for a moment.
Yelu Abaoji stroked his beard with his hand and took a slow sip of tea.
After a while, he put the tea cup on the table beside him and was silent for a while. As if he couldn't bear Yelu Yaoguang's gaze, he sighed.
"Your mother has lost..."
Yelu Yaoguang immediately shouted: "But you are still there! The hundreds of thousands of people in Mobei are still here!"
Yelu Abaoji smiled bitterly.
"Yao Guang, don't deceive yourself now...it's not like my father can't hear the recent rumors."
The former was surprised for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "Does your father believe the nonsense that people in the Tang Dynasty say? Doesn't your father know who your mother is?"
"It doesn't matter if it's true or false."
Yelu Abaoji waved his hand: "Of course you know what your mother is capable of - no matter what it is like, she was forced to beg for surrender from the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and she has already imagined what Mobei's defeat is now. "
"Can……"
Yelu Yaoguang stretched out his hand, but before he could refute, he was immediately interrupted by Yelu Abaoji, "Do you know why my father called you back today?"
"do not know!"
He returned, squeezing his neck.
Sighing, Yelu Abaoji stood up and put his hands behind his back: "Yao Guang, you are usually calm-tempered, why are you so impatient now? Now that the matter has come to this, what else can you do to be unwilling? The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty uses all his methods Why don’t we mention it for now, don’t you know how powerful the capable people in the Tang Dynasty are?”
Yelu Yao was silent, thinking of Sanqianyuan, which had captured him quietly in the past.
"Your mother's fault is that she was too impatient... That's all, let's not talk about it - get ready, we will leave for the north tomorrow."
"Going north?"
Yelu Yaoguang was stunned.
Yelu Abaoji sighed: "Your Majesty has a decree to end the war between the two countries and for generations of friendship to be like one family. You and I are specially asked to return to the Mobei Royal Court on the grassland."
This sudden surprise almost hit Yelu Yaoguang's head.
"Are you serious? Is your father just entertaining his son?"
Yelu Abaoji glanced at this second son who had always been brave and resourceful.
"Hurry up and get ready."
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Youzhou.
Mother and daughter looked at each other in silence.
After a long time, Shuliduo let out a long sigh.
"Marry him... just think it's for Mobei."
