At night, Cang Qiyuan was in the hospital space, the old emperor and Ling Xiaoyu were in the shopping mall space, Xia Qingfeng and Xu Xiaoxiao were sitting on the bed opposite each other, with a fruit plate next to them.
"Your Majesty..." Cang Qiyuan reported the situation in Xianbei to the emperor, and specifically mentioned Murong Ci's life experience.
Xia Qingfeng repeated what Cang Qiyuan said in the space, then picked up the fruit fork and took a bite of the fruit.
The old emperor thought for a moment and said: "All the Murong family members are demoted to common people. If Han women are willing to come back, if their families accept it, let them come back with their children. If they don't accept it, let them live on the grassland as you said." To live, give them certain welfare policies. After all, we are Han people, and we want them to have a sense of superiority there... As for that Murong Ci..." The old emperor thought for a moment.
"Imperial grandfather, my grandson thinks it's better to let him manage these Xianbei people on the grassland. After all, he is half of the royal blood, and it will be easier to convince the public there." Ling Xiaoyu imitated the previous country's management method of ethnic minorities and said: "There We can establish the Xianbei Autonomous Region, which is part of the territory of the Dayu Kingdom and is under the jurisdiction of the Dayu Kingdom, but it will be managed by their own people. We respect their own culture and customs.
But it has just begun, and we still have to send officials and soldiers to supervise. Maybe after a few years, when people can live a peaceful and stable life, we won't need to be on guard. "
Ling Xiaoyu thought for a while and then said: "In this way, we can not only facilitate management, but also give them a certain degree of autonomy and let them manage the internal affairs of their own nation, so that ethnic conflicts will not easily occur. Let them live in their own homes and be able to Who would want to start a war if they feel equality and respect? If Dayu can expand more territory in the future, this method of governance is very necessary."
The old emperor nodded in agreement, "Let Qiyuan do this. Murongci can let him go back to Youzhou to live for a while, and then let him return to Xianbei after recognizing his relatives... Xianbei Autonomous Region, find a special Han teacher to teach him he."
After Xu Xiaoxiao repeated what the two people said, she was so tired that she stuck out her tongue and gasped. She quickly stuffed several mouthfuls of fruit into her mouth to moisten her throat.
The old emperor directly ordered Chen Guang to lead his army to garrison Xianbei, and sent officials from the capital to assist in the management of Xianbei. Murong Ci is temporarily the nominal leader of Xianbei, and power will be handed over to him when he turns 15.
Finally finished explaining, Xu Xiaoxiao ate half a plate of fruit and felt so full that she touched her belly. Ling Xiaoyu felt so distressed that he quickly called her into the space to rub her belly, and Xia Qingfeng also called Cang Qiyuan into the space.
Cang Qiyuan hugged Xia Qingfeng and sighed with contentment and said, "How about I ask the emperor for a marriage when I get back?"
"Yeah!" During this period of time when Cang Qiyuan went on an expedition, Xia Qingfeng was worried all day long. He had to see Cang Qiyuan every night to make sure that he was not injured before he could feel at ease. She also truly understood her heart, so she agreed without hesitation this time.
Cang Qiyuan happily hugged Xia Qingfeng and spun around in the space, making Xia Qingfeng scream loudly, followed by laughter like silver bells.
Here, while Cang Qiyuan and Xia Qingfeng were deeply affectionate in the space, they forgot about someone. That was Murong Tu, who was said to be "a disaster that will last for thousands of years." Sure enough, while Dayu's soldiers were bombing his father's army, he secretly climbed to the foot of a nearby hill and hid.
Cleaning the battlefield and searching tents actually forgot about him. He lay under the hill for a long time, until it got dark, and then he quietly sneaked into the tent.
This is the small tent where Murong Ci lived before. During the day today, he saw with his own eyes that Murong Ci was taken away by Dayu's soldiers. Hum, a bastard is a bastard, and he actually talked and laughed with Dayu's soldiers. Knowing that he was safe here for the time being, he planned to hide for a few more days and wait for Dayu to withdraw his troops before coming out to reorganize the tribe. He himself would have to work hard.
But he forgot one thing, that is, his fussy father never gave Murong Ci an extra grain of food, and he even ignored him after the snowstorm, so he ate up all the food in the tent. These days, he How to survive? Originally in the prison car, Dayu's soldiers only gave him a coarse grain wotou and some water for each meal, and he was already starving.
He couldn't starve to death. He knew that his father's food had been distributed to the people of Xianbei. He planned to go to get some food. It was inconvenient to do it during the day and there were patrolling Dayu soldiers everywhere. Therefore, he planned to go now. .
So, he arrived at the tent closest to him. This tent was not big and was a place where lower-class civilians lived. In the past, he would not have even bothered to take a look at it, but now that the situation was forcing him, there was nothing he could do.
I opened the tent and walked in. There lived an old woman and her grandson. The grandson was thirteen years old and the granddaughter was only six years old. When Murong Tu walked into the tent, he scared several people. After the three people saw the person clearly, they kneeled down reflexively.
Murong Tu was very proud to see this. It seemed that the people still respected him. From this point of view, it should be easy for him to make a comeback. He limped into the tent, looked at the three people kneeling and said, "Go, get me some food, and cook the best things you have here."
The boy suddenly raised his head after hearing this. This was the food they had managed to get. Even his own family was not willing to eat it. The food they ate was the moldy whole grains left over from before, but now they had to give it to him. The royal family had all fled, but Dayu's soldiers were still here, and he came to steal their food. The young man was unwilling and was about to have a seizure when he was stopped by his grandmother.
The old woman shook her head at her grandson and went out to cook for him.
Murong Tu moved his injured leg and took off the cloth. A rotten smell came out. No wonder it hurt so much. It turned out to be inflammation.
Now there is no cure for this condition, so what should we do? Murong Tu turned around and saw the little girl huddled in the corner nearby. He smiled slightly, pointed at the little girl with his finger and said, "Come here."
The boy quickly hid his sister behind him and looked at him warily.
Murong Tu got angry and went up and slapped the boy, "Who are you? How dare you refuse me." He stretched out his hand and pulled the little girl over. The girl was so frightened that she cried loudly. The old woman who ran in after hearing the sound quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "I beg the prince to let the child go. She is too young. If you have anything to do, you can tell me."
"You, hum! You are old and ugly, I can't stand it." Then he pulled the girl to his injured thigh and ordered: "Suck out the pus inside."
The girl was already scared, but when she saw the festering and foul-smelling wound, she immediately retched. Murong Tu was so angry that he stretched out his hand and slapped her, causing the girl to vomit blood and fainted.
The young man became anxious when he saw it. He picked up the stone ax on the side and threw it at Murong Tu. Murong Tu was caught off guard and blood started to flow from his head. He shouted and raised his hand to hit him. At this time, the old woman hugged his leg and stopped. Let go, the boy shouted: "Hit his injured leg!"
The old woman also took the risk and scratched Murong Tu's injured area. The pain made Murong Tu cry out and kept cursing "untouchable, untouchable."
The movement here in the middle of the night alarmed the people around, and the soldiers on duty also heard the sound and came over. When they opened the tent, what they saw was a young man holding a stone ax and hitting a man repeatedly. Half of the man's body was stained red by blood donation, while the old woman on the side was grabbing his thigh, and the flesh was covered with blood. He tore off a piece.
hiss! It's too awful. The soldiers quickly stopped the two people and separated them. At this time, the old man and the young child were exhausted and collapsed on the ground. The old woman moved to the side little by little and picked up the girl on the ground.
Dayu's soldier looked at the man again. He was already breathing more out than in. They didn't understand the language here, so they quickly sent someone to report to their superiors.
