There were about two hundred caravans walking on the avenue.

At the forefront of the horse riding is a husky businessman wearing a leather jacket and a felt hat. There are two rows of neatly lined up horse carts in the middle, followed by a camel caravan, and guards with a machete on the waist closely follow the caravan on both sides of the caravan. , A few fast horses interspersed at the beginning and end of the queue for alert.

When they noticed that the dust was suddenly rising from the south, the guards immediately reacted, whistling loudly, drew out the scimitar, and formed a defensive formation.

They have been walking on the dangerous Gobi for many years, and have long been used to fighting on horseback at any time. Unfortunately, they are not facing ordinary bandits this time, but the fiercest knight in Yelu's family.

Yaoying got out of the carriage, rode to the highest point of the hillside, and witnessed a **** massacre on the plain.

The prince directly tore through the caravan's line of defense, with a knife in his hand, killing people like cutting melons and vegetables.

In less than half an hour, Ye Lu's ministry ended the battle.

The caravan was smashed into pieces, and the guards fell one by one under the knight's knife of Yelu. The merchants reluctantly gave up their goods and fled in all directions. Before they could run dozens of steps, they were brutally killed by the knights who followed them. .

Desperate roars and screams were sent from the wind.

The prince slashed off a head, covered in blood, and galloped back to the hillside, rolled over and dismounted, wiped off the sticky blood on his face, carried a few **** heads, and strode to the carriage.

"Princess, I gave you this..."

He laughed, raised his head, found the carriage empty, and was taken aback.

There was the sound of horseshoes behind him.

The prince looked back.

The wind roared beside the ramp, Yaoying was sitting on horseback, still in the attire of Princess Wei in a ceremonial attire and golden cuihuatian. She was covered with light gauze, her clothes fluttered in the wind, and she wore a gorgeous skirt with golden light. Brilliant, radiant and colorful, with fresh and radiant brilliance, in the vast wilderness, it becomes more and more beautiful and beautiful.

The faint sunlight poured down through the gloomy sky and hung on Yaoying's face. She held the reins in her hand and glanced lightly at the head of the prince and the head he was holding, her face calm.

Noble and graceful, it seems like a nine-day goddess descended to the earth.

It seems that the fight just now did not scare the charming Han princess.

The prince squinted his eyes, threw the head aside, and yelled at his entourage: "Set up camp on the spot!"

After that, he saddled on his horse and galloped back onto the road.

The caravan’s guards were all beheaded, and Hu Shang was in a different place. The teenage boy and the gray-haired old man could not escape the knight’s sword. Only more than 20 beautiful Hu women survived. Kneeling before the knight's hooves shivering.

The eldest prince rode around and picked a Hu girl at random and pulled on the horse back.

Like him, a dozen other knights also picked a Hu girl, ready to enjoy their trophies.

Yaoying retracted her gaze.

Tali Hu was standing next to Wusunma, her eyes flushed, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Yaoying whispered: "If you are afraid, go and sit in the car."

Tali wiped the corners of her eyes and shook her head. A bleak smile appeared on her pale face: "Princess, the slave was sold to merchants by her uncle when she was twelve years old. The slaves were just like them..."

She pointed to the maidservants who were kneeling in the cold wind.

"The merchant took us through the desert and came to Helong, wanting to sell us to the rich family in Liangzhou. Robbers were encountered on the road, many people died in the caravan, and the slaves were resold three or four times, and finally ended up in the Central Plains. ."

Whether in the Central Plains or in the Gobi, the common people can only be slaughtered in the troubled times.

Yaoying felt in her heart and asked, "Where is your hometown?"

Tali pointed to the west: "The slave has gone too far and can't remember it. The slave only remembers that the merchant took us through the vast sea of ​​eight hundred miles."

Yaoying: "Your hometown is in the Western Regions?"

Eight hundred miles of the vast sea is Moheyan moraine located between Lop Nur and Yumen Pass. It is a stretch of quicksand moraine that stretches across Yizhou and Guazhou. The climate is arid and harsh, the wind is roaring throughout the four seasons, and there is no grass growing on the ground. Shahe".

For the Han people, Liusha River is the starting point of the Western Regions.

Yaoying said: "Tali, Ye Lu will not pass through eight hundred miles of the vast sea. If you follow me, you may not be able to return to your hometown."

The Yelu tribe wanders around Guazhou all the year round. Now the powerful Tubo and Bei Rong are eyeing all the roads of the Western Regions, and the countries of the Western Regions are unable to contend. There is only one legendary Buddhism that is still struggling to support it. That monk will not survive for a few years. , Yelu will not rush through the Liusha River to continue west.

Tali smiled: "The princess, the slave's homeland is just a small city-state. The slave has left his homeland for so many years, and the homeland may have perished long ago. The slave is willing to follow the princess not to go to the Western Regions, but to leave the slavery and leave home. A little closer, maybe you can find the lost tribesmen."

She let out a long breath, turned around, touched Wusunma, and whispered: "The princess, Yelu people are different from the Central Plains people who pay attention to poems and book etiquette. They **** everything that can be snatched, whenever When they looted caravans or tribes, they would kill all the men, not even the children, leaving only women, cattle and sheep. In their eyes, women, like livestock, gold and silver treasures, are their property. …Don’t stop the prince just because you sympathize with those caravans. In Yelu’s department, a woman can never stop a man!"

Yaoying smiled faintly: "Tali, thank you for your advice. I understand my situation. When I arrive at Ye Lu's department, I am no longer Princess Wei, but Ke Dun from Ye Lu's department."

Now she is walking on thin ice, unable to save people.

And once she asks the prince, not only will the prince not be merciful, but will also get worse, torturing and killing the poor women in front of her.

Tali's face is reddened, she is a lowly Hu girl, and no one has ever thanked her.

"Princess, you don't need to worry too much. You are beautiful and beautiful, and Yelu Khan must follow your advice."

Yaoying thought of Yelu Khan's gray braided hair and old face, and closed her eyes.

She can't be afraid.

While they were talking, the entourage had already set up a tent.

Yaoying knew that the prince deliberately made such an arrangement without showing any fright, and went back to the tent to rest.

This night, the terrible howling of wolves reverberated under the hillside.

When we set off the next day, there were scattered corpses on the road that had been chewed up by wild beasts.

The looted woman Hu followed at the end of the team, and when she saw the corpses, she hid her face and sobbed.

Yesterday, they sat on the back of a camel and sang a cheerful Liangzhou minor.

One night passed and the world turned upside down.

Yaoying sat in the carriage and said in her heart: When Ye Lu's tribe is destroyed, her fate will not be any better than these Hu women.

Li De will not send soldiers to rescue her.

When he needs Ye Lu's department, he can send his daughter to marry. When he regains Liangzhou, Ye Lu's department will be of little importance to him. He has not been arrogant enough to think that the Western Regions can be recovered with the current national power of the Great Wei. The situation in Liangzhou is complicated. He is busy purging the remaining forces in Liangzhou and preparing for the future concentration of forces to attack Nanchu. He will not continue to move in a short time. Helong sent troops.

Without foreign aid, she was only around Xie Qing, attendants, and soldiers. When Yelu's tribe was destroyed, there were dozens of people in their area. How could they escape?

Yaoying didn't know how Ye Lu's ministry fell.

The tribes on the grasslands can rise up and prosper as quickly as Beirong, and their power spans east and west in just a few years, or they can be wiped out overnight and vanished in smoke.

She can only adapt to changes.

During the next trip, the eldest prince still showed a coveted look of greed in front of Yaoying from time to time.

He was brutal and savage. Whenever he encountered caravans or migrating tribes, he immediately beamed his eyes and summoned men and horses to looting.

Sometimes, he didn't even let a few sheep of the shepherd.

Tali and Ayi could speak Turkic, and they quickly became acquainted with the people of Yelu's tribe and inquired a lot of news.

Yelu Khan has seven sons, three of whom are grown-ups, and six adopted sons.

"The prince is brave and good at fighting, and he is highly regarded by Yelu Khan. He is very greedy, and often disputes with other princes for seizing the spoils."

"The second prince is dissatisfied that the prince will inherit Yelu's tribe, secretly unite with the tribe, and ask Yelu Khan to expel the prince."

"The third prince was vicious and cruel, and killed one of his younger brothers with his own hands."

"Now Yelu Khan likes his son Bie Mu Tie the most. When Ye Lu Khan went to Chang'an to meet the emperor, Bie Mu Tie followed him."

When Yaoying heard this, her heart moved, thinking of the alien man she saw at the banquet that night.

The man's prey-like eyes made her uneasy for a long time.

"Are Bie Mu Tie's eyes light yellow?"

Tali nodded: "The people in Yelu said, Bie Mu Tie's eyes are like eagles. He has no father and no mother. He is the son of eagles."

Yaoying's heart suddenly tightened and her body stiffened.

Golden eye pupils, no father and no mother, eagle's son...is it a coincidence?

Yaoying settled down.

Maybe she was worried, that person could not appear in the Yelu tribe.

A few days later, as Yelu Khan sent to welcome Yaoying's subordinates, the eldest prince gradually restrained a little, and did not dare to tease Yaoying unscrupulously.

Yaoying offered to let the looted Hu women help her guard the dowry she brought from Chang'an.

"The cloth and silk I brought is the most precious and precious Jinluo in the Central Plains. A horse is worth a thousand dollars, and it must not be exposed to rain or wind."

The silk of the Central Plains sells well in the Western Regions and the farther food and forest. Now the trade routes are cut off, and a good silk material can even be exchanged for a small tribe from the Western Regions lord.

The subordinates and the eldest prince showed their eyes, thinking that Yaoying's dowry would belong to Ye Lu's tribe from now on, and they would never be destroyed, and they promised.

The next day, Hu Nu all got on the silk carriage, covered with thick blankets, and no longer had to wear thin clothes on the road.

They were ordered to guard the silk, and the knights of Yelu couldn't take them aside to vent their desires at will.

When the team stopped to rest, Yaoying's attendants would bring them food for their belly.

The Hu women were grateful, and when they saw Yaoying getting off the carriage, they saluted her and said in an unskilled tone: "You are the most merciful Ketun we have ever seen."

Yaoying sighed.

She can only do so much.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and soon the wind and snow began to blow, and they had to go on the road in the snow.

The elder prince is so fierce, geese fleeing and plucking their feathers, and the caravan tribes above the Gobi are frightened.

So whenever I saw Ye Lu’s team appear from a distance, whether it was a caravan, a herder or a tribe, they immediately turned around and fled, and even the Ye Lu tribe didn’t dare to risk passing under the eldest prince’s eyelids.

Several times the prince had not had time to launch a charge, and the opponent had fled alertly to the rugged hillside that was not conducive to the cavalry's impact.

The prince was furious.

It was a rare sunny day. They were resting in a shelter by the river, letting horses and camels satiated, and suddenly heard a passionate sound of pipa in the snow.

In the distance, people's shadows, a caravan composed of camels and horses, came from west to east towards the river.

In the team, several Hu businessmen wearing felt hats embraced Pipa, talking loudly and laughing while playing, with a variety of music.

The prince pricked his ears in excitement and greeted the people and horses. These days he only robbed a few old horses and a few female slaves, and finally saw a huge caravan!

Dozens of warriors screamed loudly and stepped on their horses, followed behind the prince, and galloped towards the caravan.

The blizzard was splashing, and the hoof was thunderous.

Xie Qing immediately escorted Yaoying away from the main road.

Yaoying rode up a small hill, looked back at the snowy plain, frowning her brows slightly: The snow is full of traces left by Ye Lu's tribe, why are there caravans daring to come closer?

Looking into the distance, the prince and the warrior have skillfully opened the battlefield, like a beast full of strength, opening a mouthful of blood towards the caravan.

The caravan seemed a little flustered, the frightened steeds hoofed and neighed, and the pipa-playing merchants turned around.

The guards on the flanks on both sides came forward and slowly raised a flag.

Yaoying was startled: Why didn't the caravan's guard draw a knife, but raised a banner?

Do they know that they are no match for the prince, so they simply surrender?

So far away, Yaoying couldn't see clearly what was embroidered on the flag, and was about to ask Tali, Yelu Khan's subordinates not far behind her suddenly took a breath and let out a panic cry.

"Stop!"

The subordinates were pale and yelled at the prince, and then realized that the prince could not be audible at all, and hurriedly galloped down the hillside.

"Fuman, stop!"

While shouting, he urged the knight to sound the horn.

The whining horn sounded, the dust rolled in front, and the sound of hoofs resembled a shower of rain. The prince and the warriors were still charging, their swords shining.

The caravan guard in the distance seemed not to be afraid of the prince at all. Facing the ferocious Yelu knight who pounced on the caravan from all directions, he still held his head high, holding the banner high, and motionless.

After the snow, the bright sunlight fell on the flag waving in the wind. It was a snow-white flag with intricate patterns embroidered on it.

The guard held the flag and flew with a horizontal sword, calmly and calmly.

It seems that this flag is enough to withstand thousands of troops.

The subordinates were so frightened that they galloped forward, snatched the horn and blew it out.

The horn sounded long and resounded across the sky.

The warriors were well-trained, and when they heard the warning horn, they immediately reined in their horses, and the prince who rushed to the front also pulled the reins, frowning and turning back.

The subordinates drove their horses wildly, shouting at the prince in Turkic: "Fuman, that is the caravan of the royal court! It is a subject of the Buddha!"

The prince's face sank.

On the hillside, Yaoying raised her eyebrows in surprise.

The prince who robbed at the sight of the caravan and plundered at the tribe actually put down the fat sheep he had slaughtered and turned around.

He spat at the caravan, as if cursing something, he turned his head on the advice of his subordinates, and led the warriors back.

And the caravan holding the banner quickly restored order, Hu Shang returned to the front of the group, and the sound of the pipa sounded again.

They didn't seem to mind the cruel prince at all, and continued to drive towards the river.

As if nothing happened.

In his leisure, he brought some arrogance like dignity and dignity.

Yaoying went down the hillside and returned to Yelu's department.

The subordinates whispered to the prince in front of the tent.

The prince looked gloomy.

The subordinates couldn't help raising their voices: "Fuman, have you forgotten Khan's warning?"

The prince glanced sadly at the caravan in the distance, and walked away.

After a while, there was a scream of horses, and the prince whipped the horses to vent his hatred by the river.

Wu Sunma was frightened and let out an uneasy snout.

Yaoying touched Aiju's neck to comfort him, raised her head, and looked at the arrogant caravan not far away.

This caravan has a small number of people. Except for more than a dozen Husband merchants in brocade gowns and felt hats, the remaining 30 people are all guards in light armor and scuttles and quiveres on their waists.

Unlike the light riding attire worn by the Yelu warriors, the silver light armor worn by the caravan guards is exquisite in workmanship and gorgeous in style. It is not like armor, but more like a dress. Under the armor, the black brocade robe with small sleeves is all black. The hem is embroidered with a silver curly pattern.

In Liangzhou, the only people who can afford this kind of clothing are the leaders of various tribes.

Obviously, this is a wealthy caravan.

No wonder the prince was so excited when he saw them.

The prince was cruel and greedy, why did he suddenly stop?

Yaoying looked around for a week, and saw the flag that scared the prince away, and the snow-white flag was clustered with gorgeous gold lines with gold and silver embroidery threads.

Many people in Yelu believe in Zoroastrianism.

The guard's flag turned out to be white.

Yaoying returned to the carriage and asked Tali, "What did the prince say just now? Who is that caravan?"

The subordinates used the language of their tribe when talking with the prince.

Tali whispered: "The slave listened to them saying that the caravan was a private soldier of the clan of the Royal Court of the Western Regions."

Afraid that Yaoying would not understand, she paused, and then explained, "The King's Court is far in the Western Regions, farther than Gaochang. It is an ancient holy city. Because the noble Buddha lives there, the countries in the Western Regions call the holy city the King's Court. The Buddha is a monarch, and he governs various small countries and tribes. Four powerful clans are loyal to him. The tribes of the Western Regions all believe in Buddhism. As long as the Buddha gives an order, everyone from the lord to the subjects must listen to him."

Yaoying didn't expect to hear the words Wang Ting: "Why did Wang Ting's private soldiers appear here?"

The two places are so far apart, and there is an 800-mile Liusha River in the middle. Why did the private soldiers of the royal court travel all the way to Helong?

Ta Li replied: "This slave is not clear. When the slave was in his home country, the royal court had declined. At that time, the Buddha was still under house arrest in the Buddhist temple. No one obeyed the instructions of the royal court..."

"The princes said that the private soldiers of the royal court went to Helong and the Western Regions for the past two years. They seemed to be doing business with the grassland tribes in the north. They were under the banner of Buddha, and the tribes of Helong did not dare to rob them."

"They all said that the Buddha is the incarnation of Ananda, with boundless magical powers, whoever dares to rob and kill the subjects of the Buddha will definitely be condemned by heaven."

Yaoying was a little surprised.

The monarch of the Buddha Kingdom in the Western Regions was naturally the Tamaraka who had been deeply jealous of Bei Rong. It is not surprising that half of the countries in the Western Regions believe in Buddhism and are willing to follow the Buddha, but the savage and chaotic beliefs of the Hu tribes, why is the reputation of Tamarajia so loud in Helong?

A banner scared Yelu Khan’s men into the sky, making the prince swallow, and watched the fat sheep slowly dangling back and forth in front of him and could not start...

Yaoying couldn't help wondering: Does that monk really have magical powers?

Regardless of whether Tamarajia has true magical powers or not, the caravan under his banner escaped from the claws of the prince unharmed, replenished drinking water, and left slowly.

The cheerful sound of pipa echoed above the deserted Gobi.

The prince looked gloomy, turned around abruptly, drew out the saber from his entourage's waist, and slashed it down.

The steed that was dying by his flogging uttered the last mournful cry, the horse's head rolled down, blood spurted out, and the river was dyed red.

Ye Lu's ministry continued to advance.

At night, when they stopped for the night, Yaoying was sleeping in the tent when she suddenly heard a rush of horseshoes.

She immediately got up and put on her clothes, holding the dagger hidden in her boots.

Xie Qing lifted the curtain into the tent and whispered, "Princess, it's the sound from the prince."

He was afraid that the prince would bully the princess, and he had been paying attention to the prince's movements at night.

Yaoying frowned.

Xie Qing sat cross-legged in front of Yaoying: "I'm almost at Ye Lu's department. The prince should not dare to act rashly. I will stay here today and the princess will go to sleep."

Yaoying was exhausted, did not think much, hummed, lay down and went to sleep.

The next morning, they used some dry food hastily and set off on the road, but they were delayed in seeing the prince.

The prince’s subordinates said that he thought the dry food was poor and went hunting last night.

Upon hearing this, Yelu Khan's men were violent, and were about to chase them out on horseback. The hooves sounded like rain from the east, and the prince and the warriors returned.

They were drunk one by one, freshly slaughtered meat and felt they didn't know where they got from their saddles.

The subordinate sighed helplessly, not daring to criticize the prince in public, and ordered the team to set off.

Two days later, they finally arrived at Yelu's tooth tent.

Yaoying got out of the carriage and was surrounded by the sound of drums and came to the tooth tent. Before she could look at the tribe she was going to live in, a familiar tall and straight figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

Her eyes widened in astonishment.

Standing in front of the tooth tent, Li Xuanzhen looked haggard and had a stubborn beard. He glanced at her faintly, her phoenix eyes drooping slightly, and her fingers tightly gripped on the hilt of the knife.

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Happy Lantern Festival everyone~~