Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The night is falling together, and the snow is flying.

With a few loud rumblings, the market was closed, Yuanjue escorted Yaoying downstairs and boarded an inconspicuous felt carriage.

Merchants walked out of the square one after another, crowded.

After the carriage walked out of the street, Xie Chong whispered: "Princess, someone is following us."

The felt cloth opened a thin slit, and Yaoying's voice came out: "Go around a few times and then go back, send someone to follow us to see who is following us."

Xie Chong responded in a low voice, and pointed to the two fellows of the caravan. They dealt with Hu Shang every day and were already familiar with the route of the royal city.

The man lowered his head and put on his hood, and soon he mixed into the bustling crowd.

The coachman deliberately turned into the small lane, turned around several miles, and shook his tail several times.

The five senses of Yuanjue are keen, and he pays attention to the surrounding movement. He glanced around in a circle, and said in a low voice, "Everyone else is lost, and there is a Han Chinese following us."

A slender jade coated with Xianyan Kodan puts a felt cloth together, Yaoying seems to be very interested in the Han Chinese who are following them, she looks out, her eyes sparkling, and asks: "Can you see who it is?"

Yuanjue's mouth opened a few times, and suddenly he stuttered.

Yaoying received several groups of people today.

He didn’t understand Chinese and didn’t know what they were saying. The Han people who entered the house were dumbfounded for a while, and all showed excitement and enthusiasm. Woo cried out.

Yaoying treated them very politely. She got up to be polite, graceful and gracious. The whole house was sitting down, crying and laughing, talking and cursing, and finally Yaoying said a few words, everyone immediately got up and faced each other. Bowing to the east, his expression is solemn and solemn.

Yaoying has to re-dress up every time a group of people are sent away. Just after the last group of people left, the shop will be closed. Before she can wash off her makeup, she just removes her hairpin and shook her head indiscriminately. Zhu Cui took off the precious light gauze dress and put on a light and warm magpie-shaped Seocho round-necked and small-sleeved long dress, with heavy makeup on her face.

When I was far away in the daytime, Yuanjue already felt that Yaoying’s face was bright and she didn’t dare to look straight. Now this makeup face is close to my eyes, with a beautiful smile, brilliant and stunning, and his heartbeat speeds up sharply. Hurry up and lower your head and recite the Buddha in your heart.

At this moment, he sincerely admired the Buddha. Facing such temptation, the Buddha could not sit still, and he deserved to be their king!

Yaoying thought she couldn't hear her clearly, so she asked again: "Can you see who that person is?"

She said what she said for a day today, and from time to time she had to use her throat to make a solemn and solemn look to deter the wealthy people. Her voice sounded low and hoarse, not as soft as usual.

Yuanjue's face was hot, and with his head buried low, he grabbed the animal skin sac and sent it into the carriage, saying, "The princess drinks some hot goat milk to moisturize her throat."

Yaoying smiled, thanked him, took the water sac in her hand, and said generously all day, her voice was indeed uncomfortable.

Yuanjue coughed a few times, calmed his mind, and said: "The Han who followed us is very tall. The princess met him today."

Yaoying's eyes lit up and she asked softly, "Is that the young man with the sword on his waist?"

Yuanjue's face flashed with surprise: "How did the princess know it was him?"

Today, most of the wealthy people Yaoying meets are elderly people, some of whom are gray-haired. Seeing the books and other things she brought out from the Central Plains, she burst into tears. Obviously they were from Hexi who was forced to move west to Gaochang when she was young. Some of them are middle-aged and there are few young people, so Yuanjue remembers it clearly. The young man with the sword is the most eye-catching, because he is stubborn and rebellious. He refuses to remove the sword when he salutes Shouting to other old men.

From Yuanjue's point of view, the young man was provoking. Had Yaoying's eyes beckoned him to stand still, he would have drawn his sword long ago.

Will young people feel bad when they follow them?

Yuanjue clenched his fists subconsciously.

Yaoying took a sip of goat's milk, it was warm as expected, and said, "I knew he would follow up. Don't worry, he is not a bad person."

The predestined feeling should be to relax the muscles.

Yaoying lowered her head in thought.

The carriage drove through the long street, the wheels rolled through the thick snow, the creaking sound was long, the night was thick, and the curfew was about to come.

She estimated the time, put down the water bag, and whispered to Yuanjue: "Bring that young man to the alley, and I will say a few words to him."

Yuanjue whispered to the coachman. The coachman raised his whip and drove the carriage to a narrow alley off the beaten track. The young man still followed them, knowing no fraud, until he followed the alley, Xie Chong left the team and quickly jumped over. On a snow-covered wall, a few jumped behind the young man.

The carriage stopped.

The young man was taken aback, and immediately turned and ran away.

Xie Chong walked out of the corner with a long knife, blocking his way out.

The young man's face changed slightly.

Yaoying opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

The young man looked back at her, his chin was raised high, his expression was arrogant, his fingers were placed on the saber around his waist, and he said coldly: "What does the princess want to do?"

An authentic Hexi Mandarin.

Yaoying laughed out loud.

The young man was dumbfounded, his expression stiff, after a long while, an angry expression appeared on his face, and he shouted, "What is the princess laughing at?"

Yaoying closed her laughter, her eyebrows and eyes were still smiling, her eyes flowed, and she looked at the young man with a smile.

The young man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, long body, exceptionally tall, broad shoulders and strong body. There is no fat on his body. Like the Gaochanghao children, his braided hair hangs on his back, but he does not wear a golden flower crown on his head. Instead, he wears a scarf. Wrapped in hair, brocade clothes, rich belts, a long sword inlaid with gems on his waist, golden light shining from head to toe, dressed as a nondescript warrior.

She kept staring at the young man, his handsome face slowly flushed red, his eyes were wary, and annoyed: "What are you looking at me for?!"

Yaoying smiled, and solemnly bowed to the young man, and said seriously: "I admire Young Master Yang Gaoyi."

The young man's surname was Yang and his name was Yang Qian. Hearing the words, his eyes were blank, and he stubbornly said, "I don't understand what the princess is talking about."

Yaoying smiled.

...

At this time, Yang Qian was just an unknown young man, but many years later, his name will spread throughout the Central Plains.

The mountains and rivers were lost, and the Western Regions were lonely. This young man was born in the vast desert. He witnessed the oppression and bullying of his tribe from an early age. When he grew up, he determined to lead his tribe to regain the mountains and rivers and return to their homeland, but they were separated from Chang'an by thousands of miles. Haruka, how easy is it to go home?

Everyone persuaded Yang Qian to put this thought out early. He was not discouraged. While he was diligent in martial arts training, he made a fortune, secretly convened manpower, and at the same time constantly persuaded the city's rich family to persuade Yuchi Damo to seek help from the Central Plains.

When he was twenty years old, Tamaraga died. The Bei Rong people had no scruples and began to massacre the unwilling tribes. Unrest occurred everywhere. He took the opportunity to bring his guards to break through the Bei Rong blockade and set foot on the east. The road to help.

When they left, the people in the city took the old and helped the young, pulled Yang Qian’s sleeves, and cried loudly: "Yang Lang, when we arrived in Chang'an, ask the emperor of Chang'an, and the ministers, do they remember us people? !"

Twenty-year-old Yang Qian drew his sword in anger, cut off his long hair, and swore an oath: If you reach Chang'an, you will never look back!

On this road to the east, Yang Qian and his guards walked for a lifetime.

From Gaochang to Chang'an, one has to pass through the gravel roads, the endless and uninhabited quicksand Gobi, the deserted grasslands, climb over the majestic snow-capped mountains, and pass through numerous checkpoints and several important towns where the Beirong people are stationed.

Yang Qian and his entourage set off from Gaochang and died nine years ago. Some people died of thirst, some starved to death, some died of exhaustion, some died of illness, and many more died tragically under the sword of Beirong cavalry.

They did not look back, and continued eastward.

In the end, this team eager to get reinforcements from Chang'an disappeared into the vast Gobi.

Many years later, a caravan from the Central Plains that traded with the Beirong people passed through Shazhou and found a dead bone among the quicksand. The merchant had a benevolent idea and wanted to bury the dead bone. He accidentally found the uncorrupted package beside the dead bone and opened it. Come, inside is a book of ten thousand words written on cloth.

It was the shouts and pleadings of the people who lost their land to the Central Plains.

The withered bone in the quicksand was Yang Qian. He had gone through all kinds of hardships, but he still failed to reach Chang'an safely and died alone in the desert.

Before he died, he left his name and last words on the Book of Ten Thousands of Words, and prayed that the person who saw the Book of Thousands of Words would send the Book of Tens of Thousands to Chang'an instead.

The young life is long gone, the dry bones still maintain the posture of crawling eastward.

Never look back when you reach Chang'an.

Except for Yang Qian, no one left their names. Dozens of young people were buried in quicksand, with no bones left.

They fulfilled their vows with their lives.

The businessman admired it and sent the Wanyanshu back to Chang'an.

In the end, this blood book was finally delivered to the hands of Supreme All over the World, and Yang Qian's wish was fulfilled after his death.

At that time, Zheng Jing was already the prime minister, and he ordered the Wan Yanshu to be published to the world, shocking the world.

Yang Qian's name quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an City. The ministers of the court and the central government expressed their opinions, and the civilians also talked about it. The sentiment of the people in the field and outside was agitated and asked the emperor to send troops to regain the homeland.

It's a pity it's too late.

The North Rong grew stronger, the Central Plains dynasty was full of contradictions, internal and external troubles, and it was simply unable to launch an expedition.

The ministers eagerly went up and down, seeming to be discussing the issue of sending troops, but in fact they only used Yang Qian's matter to criticize and abuse each other and exclude dissidents.

Reluctantly, Zheng Jing persuaded the little emperor to chase after Yang Qian and others as righteous men, and issued an inspiring edict. The matter of sending troops to regain the homeland north of Hexi was nothing.

After a few more years, Bei Rong sent his army to the east, the Great Wei was destroyed, the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and the corpses were everywhere.

...

At this time, Gao Chang.

Yaoying smiled and stared at the heroic Yang Qian in front of her, feeling full of emotions in her heart.

She dared to come to Gaochang, not just to try her luck.

Whenever the mountains and rivers are broken, there will never be a shortage of heroes like Zhu’s ancestors, Xie Wuliang, and Yang Qian. They take the rescue of the people’s lives as their own responsibility, throw their heads, shed blood, regard death as home, and move forward bravely.

When she first arrived in Gaochang, she inquired about Yang Qian's personality, but she couldn't laugh or cry: Yang Qian was young, cockfighting and falcon, lingering for nothing, he was a well-known dude.

Yaoying couldn't help wondering: Could it be just the same name? Or maybe there is someone else in the dead bone that was last buried in the quicksand in the book?

The rich family she invited Lao Qi to post was selected after careful consideration. When she said to invite Yang Qian, Lao Qi firmly opposed: "Princess, Yang Qian is young, reckless, impulsive, and doing nothing all day, such a person. It is not worthy of deep friendship. Some heard that he was jealous because of a maiko arguing with others a few days ago, but also confronted the clan elder and was reprimanded by the clan elder."

Yaoying hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to see Yang Qian first. After all, he was the only one with the same name and surname and age, and who happened to be a descendant of a prominent family in Hexi.

In any case, that withered bone must have something to do with Yang Qian.

After seeing the person, Yaoying made sure that she didn't find the wrong person.

The middle-aged people in the rich family all have an awkward accent, and some gray-haired elders have forgotten the local accent. The youngest Yang Qian can speak authentic Hexi Mandarin. He is the dead bone buried in quicksand still facing east. .

Yaoying laughed at the time.

Yang Qian revealed all his thoughts as soon as he opened his mouth. He even deliberately provoke her, test her, and now follows her again, trying to find out her details.

As everyone knows, she has determined that he will cooperate with herself.

Because he is always looking forward to resuming contact with the Central Plains Dynasty as soon as possible.

Yang Qian confronted Yaoying. She wanted to scare her, but she just smiled and calmed down. After all, he was young and could not hold back. She sneered and said: "Princess Wen Zhao is facing a catastrophe, and her death is approaching. You are here to enjoy yourself, and Yang admires it!"

Yaoying chuckled, "What's the answer to Young Master Yang?"

Yang Qian arrogantly said: "Princess Wen Zhao thinks those people you met today are trustworthy? I tell Princess Wen Zhao truthfully, they swear to you, saying that they are looking forward to Chang'an, looking forward to the east, crying like death Like my old mother, she also vowed not to reveal your identity. In fact, everyone has a bad stomach, maybe someone has already gone to the palace to denounce you."

Yaoying's face changed slightly and she asked, "Then Young Master Yang thinks I should do it?"

Yang Qian raised his chin even higher and said: "My ancestral home is Hexi, and my ancestors are all famous generals in Hexi. My grandfather used to be the commander of the Hexi capital. Before he died, he told me not to forget my homeland. Now that Wei has ruled the Central Plains, my Yang family When you are loyal to Dawei, you are the princess of Wei. You have lived in Gaochang and are lonely and helpless. As Yang Jiaerlang, I should take care of the princess."

He quietly raised his chest to make himself look bigger and stronger.

"If the princess can trust me, go to my Yang Mansion to avoid it. I can assure the princess that no one dares to move the princess with me!"

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other with different expressions.

Yuanjue suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart, some anger, some anxiety: the princess is the king's modern girl, and it is not the turn of this young man to take care of her business!

He looked at Yaoying.

Yaoying is still smiling, she really didn't read the wrong person. Among the people she saw today, Yang Qian was the most sincere and sincere to her.

She smiled and asked: "Young Master Yang is not afraid of those people going to the palace to report on you?"

Yang Qian straightened his waist and held the sword tightly with his fingers: "I'm not afraid of them! My family and Yuchi's family are family friends, even if they sue the lord, I can keep the princess."

Yaoying looked up at the sky and said, "Young Master Yang is right. There are people in the Zhao family, Yang family, and Zhang family who have a heart for the Central Plains, and naturally there are people who seek refuge in Beirong. They may not all be trustworthy. I met them and told They are my identity, some of them definitely want to take the opportunity to please Mrs. Ina..."

Yang Qian's face showed complacency.

Yaoying's conversation turned suddenly, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, "Young Master Yang, what do you think should be done to deal with those treachery?"

Yang Qian was stunned.