It wasn't until Xiaohu ate a big bowl of beef noodles that Shuzi said what she heard from the caravan guys' private discussion, which made Xiaohu frown.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Shuzi and said, "The emperor of Northern Qi is so outrageous. He actually came up with such a damaging move. Is he trying to start a fight with Zhou?"
Shuzi smiled faintly: "So what, didn't someone think about someone else's wife back then?"
Although Shuzi didn't point it out clearly, Xiaohu also blushed.
Thinking of the ridiculous things in those years, I couldn't help but shake my head and said: "Those years... Later, my mother was not in good health, so I went to Tianshan..."
For him, the past is too far away and has disappeared, and he doesn’t want to recall it.
When the topic changed, Xiaohu looked at Ashina who was eating noodles and smiled: "You live in the capital, by the way, will your Khan marry your precious daughter to Northern Qi?"
"I heard that the little emperor of Northern Qi was extravagant and did all sorts of ridiculous things."
Over the years, Xiaohu and Shuzi went down the mountain from time to time, and heard many rumors about the Emperor of Northern Qi at the tea wine shop.
How could he, who had already given up on himself, like such an emperor?
Ashina sighed and said quietly: "I don't know, maybe he will sell his daughter for gold and silver, but not necessarily."
Xiaohu took a big sip of wine and tea, and said with a faint smile: "If I were his daughter, I would definitely run away from home!"
Shuzi glared at him: "What are you thinking about? I can't stop your mouth with meat. Hurry up, I'm going to find an inn to rest."
Asuna also yawned. She was frightened last night and had not slept for an hour.
The three of them ate in a hurry and packed a few kilograms of beef. Xiaohu said there was no need to go out at night and he could sleep like a dead man.
He took the horse and headed all the way to the town to find an inn.
At this time, the caravan in the desert finally emerged from the wind and sand.
Although the people and horses were fine, the three carriages were destroyed in the wind and sand, and half of the cargo was swept away.
The shopkeeper sent his men to the castle in front to buy a carriage. The men packed themselves and the horses and started cooking.
After surviving the disaster, they felt the horror of the desert for the first time.
Some people even said that if they go back to Beiqi this time, they would not be willing to come here again even if they were killed.
The shopkeeper looked at the men emerging from the yellow sand and said with great emotion: "It seems that my decision is correct. If we had left the stone pile here last night, I'm afraid we would have been like those bandits."
The waiter who was walking over with a box couldn't help but ask: "Shopkeeper, do you think those bandits can't come back?"
The shopkeeper nodded and said in a solemn voice: "If they can't find a shelter from the wind, they may be in trouble."
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Dozens of miles away, the vast yellow sand has piled up into small hills.
Sitting at the foot of the hill, the bandit leader looked at his companions with a gloomy face. He could only count about twenty people.
All the horses have disappeared.
Either he ran away with the storm, or he was buried in the long sand and could never come out.
This time when I went out, before I started taking action, more than a hundred men were left with only this point in front of me.
He even regretted that he should not have been chasing the young master in the capital. Because of his greed, the team that was finally gathered was gone.
Looking at the scorching sun in the sky.
Thinking that we have to walk slowly from here to the castle to find the horse and go home, I couldn't help but think about cursing.
Looking at the man in black beside him, he waved weakly: "If you can't find it, stop looking. Just go back."
At this time, returning to the castle alive is the most important thing.
The bandits also knew that it was a miracle to survive such a storm. No one wanted to say anything more, they just packed themselves up silently and looked in the direction of the coming day. After narrowly escaping death, it's time to go home.
…
Unlike Shuzi and the other two, Xiaohu is not that sleepy.
Perhaps because he has been sleeping on the Tianshan Mountains for hundreds of years, he doesn't like to lie in bed and enjoy it now. At the moment, he prefers to go shopping.
I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay in bed for two hours.
The little tiger regained his blood.
A man wandered the streets of a small town and bought two pairs of animal skin boots for his husband and two boxes of fireworks.
I even bought a big bag of dried meat from the desert, and bought Elaeagnus angustifolia for free.
He just wanted to give his husband a surprise the moment he woke up.
As for the bandits in the yellow sand, he didn't bother to pay attention.
As long as you come to me, you are here to give money.
After walking around for a while, I looked up and saw that it was already past noon, almost midnight. I ate too much in the morning and didn’t feel hungry, so I found a stall and sat down.
I ordered a plate of melon seeds and a pot of crude tea, and opened my ears to listen to the gossip of a bunch of big men.
Hundreds of years have passed, and the king of the past has long been gone in the desert, not to mention that the little tiger now has a new life.
Sitting quietly in the corner, like a teenager who ran away from home, hiding aside and listening to the adults gossiping about everything.
This is what Xiaohu likes to do.
There are all kinds of monsters, people who ran away from home to escape marriage, people from the two great dynasties who sent envoys to Turks to get married, and there was a storm last night that buried countless pedestrians...
I yawned. Isn’t this something I have personally experienced?
Unexpectedly, when I came back from the capital with Sister Shuzi, I would have experienced so many bad things. If Ashina was the precious daughter of the Great Khan.
Then all the gossip really happened to me, and I became the protagonist in the gossip.
While I was thinking about it, another customer came into the tea stall.
I saw the waiter leading a fat man who looked like a businessman in. Different from the businessman Xiaohu had seen before, this guy was a lone traveler now.
With just one glance, he concluded that this guy was not a businessman from the desert.
Either from the Great Zhou Dynasty, or from the Northern Qi Dynasty.
Others didn't know, Xiaohu just took one look and made a conclusion. Because this guy looks too fair, a fair monk dressed like a businessman.
Either a master or a killer.
There was no trace of the vicissitudes of life blown by the desert wind and sand on his face. It was obvious that this guy, like me, liked to wear a headscarf when going out.
Even if he wears a scarf, he can't stop the sand from blowing in. Therefore, there is something wrong with this fat man.
This guy is obviously a monk with a high level of cultivation, but he gives off a friendly and festive feeling, like a profit-seeking businessman, following the guy with a smile on his face.
In the world of martial arts, all monks would relax their vigilance against a guy with such a figure and a monk who likes to laugh.
I think a guy with a body like this is usually a safe guy. How bad can a smiling businessman be?
Xiaohu smiled faintly and quietly ate melon seeds, preparing to watch the show.
The fat businessman sat down at a table not far from Xiaohu, looked at the waiter and said with a smile: "Man, bring a pot of good tea and a plate of dried meat."
Unlike Northern Qi and Dazhou, there are not many snacks in the desert, but there is enough air-dried meat.
"Sir, please sit down for a while and I'll be back soon!"
The waiter responded cheerfully, and before the fat man could take a look at what was in front of him, the waiter's tea and dried meat had already been delivered.
"This plate of jujubes is for you, free of charge!"
Seeing that the fat man ordered dried meat, the waiter just hoped that he wouldn't be able to eat enough, so he just went fishing.
When the fat man heard this, he narrowed his eyes, looked at the waiter and said with a smile: "You are really good at doing business. If I open a store here, I will definitely invite you to come." The waiter replied with some tangle: "Thank you, sir." , I can't leave here, my wife and children are all here." After saying that, he laughed and went to greet other people.
When Xiaohu heard what the guy said, he almost spat out the tea in his mouth.
A man in this desert lives just to keep his wife and children in bed, so how can he leave his hometown?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the time when he went to the Qin Imperial City with his husband. At that time, Xiaohu only had eyes for his mother and his husband.
Thinking of the Yan family who had become a god, Xiaohu murmured to himself: "Mom, you should have a sip of tea too."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pour another cup of tea and put it next to himself, then pushed a pile of peeled melon seeds over.
At this moment, in Xiaohu's eyes, his mother was sitting next to him.
Just like he was practicing on Tianshan Mountain, my mother was lying on the sunny hillside outside the cave, with a snow lotus blooming beside her.
Spring flowers, summer rain, autumn wind, and winter snow, there is never a lonely time.
Unknowingly, Xiaohu's eyes no longer saw the fat businessman in front of him, nor any gossip, or any guy, but only the only mother in the world in front of him.
"Alas!" Xiaohu didn't know how long it took before he picked up his cup and took a sip.
The look in the businessman's eyes made it look like the young man in front of him was not drinking tea, but rather drinking.
After drinking a cup of tea, the fat businessman not far away couldn't help it anymore. He looked at Xiaohu and said, "I said, are you drinking tea? Or alcohol?"
"Are you talking to me?"
He raised his head and looked at the businessman with a face full of meat and replied: "It depends on your mood?"
"It also depends on your mood?"
The fat man frowned and said, "In my opinion, drinking tea is just to remind myself not to fall asleep. When drinking, I tell myself whether I killed one less person today."
From the perspective of the fat businessman, if he had not been busy today, he would definitely order a pot of the most powerful roasting knife, chop a plate of mutton, and drink enough.
If you are not happy while you are alive, will you regret it later after your head is chopped off?
Thinking of the wine made by his husband, Xiaohu felt that the roasting knife was too spicy and had no artistic conception at all. He just wanted to beat the drinker to death and dump him under the table.
Just like when tea is served in spring, you can do it without wine, but you can't do it without poetry.
The wine made by Mr. is the poem in the spring flowers.
Thinking of this, Xiaohu said calmly: "Drinking naturally depends on your mood. When you meet someone you like, if you happen to have a bottle of wine you like, drinking is like drinking tea."
"good!"
The fat businessman clapped his hands heavily and cheered for Xiaohu.
He laughed loudly and said, "Just because of your words, little brother, even if you get drunk and lie down at this table all night, it's still worth it."
Xiaohu shook his head and continued: "If I am in a depressed mood, even if I hold a cup of spiritual tea, it will be as hard to swallow as a cup of tea wine."
The businessman thought for a while, looked at Xiaohu and said, "That shouldn't be the case. How could you have such profound insights at such a young age? Or did your adults tell you on purpose?"
Xiaohu couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this and shook his head.
He looked at him and said: "When walking on the rivers and lakes, don't believe your eyes, otherwise the next moment, someone may stab you behind you."
This is what my husband spent a lot of time teaching him.
Now, looking at the fat businessman in front of him who seemed to be loyal and kind, Xiaohu rarely let out a trace of his emotions.
When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too little. Sometimes a close friend is not necessarily a friend, and an enemy can also be a close friend.
This is what the husband told him. The husband said that there are never permanent enemies in this world.
The fat businessman had just finished chewing a piece of dried meat. He picked up the pot of tea in front of him and poured a cup of tea. After drinking it smoothly, he sighed comfortably.
Looking at Xiaohu, he said: "Even if you are my enemy, for what you said, I can buy you three drinks."
