The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches; one zero two emotional heart

  Three days later, the grand ceremony of Heqin was held in the imperial city.

  In the spacious and heavy tent, maidservants were waiting on Modu to put on his black sable coat. His queen, carrying a golden belt, walked over and personally fastened it around him.

  She took a few steps back, gazing at her handsome and majestic husband, and let out a sigh.

  "Are you unhappy? Mesolo." Mordred chuckled softly and kissed her lips.

  She shot him a reproachful glance and said with a hint of resentment, "Is the Khan going to bring back another Han woman? Yesterday I caught a glimpse of that Han princess from afar, what a beautiful girl she is! If the Khan gets her, he'll probably forget about Muqali."

  Modun smiled casually, "No matter how beautiful she is, she's still a Han woman. She can't compare to my Mu Soluo being considerate. If you're not happy, I'll come to your tent tonight to accompany you, okay?"

  "It's all right." He shook his head and smiled, "However you put it, she is a Han princess after all. Today is her big wedding day, but the groom comes to my tent instead. What kind of thing is this?"

  She gazed at Modun's departing back and let out a soft sigh.

  "Why is Yanzhi sighing?" The Xiongnu slave girl beside her asked curiously, "The Chanyu has been doting on Yanzhi non-stop, and since he said he would come to Yanzhi's tent tonight, why doesn't she agree?"

  "Hu Que, you're still young and don't understand." She gazed far away at Shan Yu's carefree back, "In the past, Liu Danru was also deeply favored by Shan Yu, but in the end, she only suffered a miserable fate. What I fear is not one pretty woman after another?"

  "What is she afraid of?" Hu Que'er asked.

  She shivered deeply.

  Her husband is a man who looks very emotional, but actually has no emotions.

  She followed him since she was a young girl. At that time, his first wife, Wu Daozi, had just passed away, leaving behind a young son, Qiuniang.

  And staying with him was also a concubine named Tadai.

  Tadai was a truly beautiful Xiongnu woman, skilled in riding and archery, good at singing and dancing. Although later on, Jiao Lian had the title of the first beauty of Xiongnu, compared to Tadai back then, she was still slightly inferior. At first, although she tried her best to compete with Tadai for favor, deep down in her heart, she also knew that Qiu Fu's love for Tadai far surpassed hers.

  "But now there is no Tada Yuan in the king's account?" Hu Queer was puzzled, "Where did this Tada Yuan go later?"

  "She's dead."

  His face was expressionless, his voice without a hint of inflection.

  And she couldn't forget that when Tatie died, her face was full of horror and unwillingness.

  At that time, Kuiyuan was not yet the Modun Shanyu, he was just one of the sons of Touman Shanyu. Touman Shanyu favored his youngest son and wanted to pass on the position of Shanyu to this younger son. Kuiyuan trained a cavalry unit known as the "Whistling Arrows". When they shot arrows at their targets, the arrows would make a whirring sound as they flew through the air, like the whistling of arrows.

  Kou Zhun ordered, "Those who shoot but do not hit their targets will be beheaded."

  For the first time, he shot at a fine horse that he had been particularly fond of. Many soldiers did not dare to follow him in shooting, so he killed them.

  He aimed the slingshot at Tadie for the second time.

  That day, white clouds floated under the blue sky, and the grassland was in full bloom with fiery red and blue flowers. Tada smiled and stood on one side, singing and dancing, her deep eyes only had her own heroic husband.

  When he got up in the morning and left his tent, did he also leave a light kiss on her forehead and lips?

  He smiled and said, "Wait till tonight, I'll come to your tent and wait for you."

  Taida's complexion changed at that moment, she looked at Qupler in horror, with unbelief and entreaty between her eyebrows.

  Then he drew his bow with an expressionless face.

  Then, Meng Jia shot an arrow. The beautiful concubine was shot into a beehive.

  That day, he lost Tae. But got the loyalty of the Whistling Arrows and the courage to go anywhere. For the third time, he used this Whistling Arrows to shoot his father, Headman.

  From then on, he knew that what he loved was the Xiongnu, the grasslands, and the ambition to conquer. It would never be one beautiful woman after another. Beautiful women came and went, getting them brought no joy, losing them brought no sorrow.

  He doesn't love her.

  But sadly, she loved him.

  So she can only make sure that she won't be the one abandoned on his journey forward.

  The beast skin drum beats loudly, the bravest Xiongnu warriors step to the beat, holding shields and performing a robust dance in front of the palace, then one by one they make way for a path leading up to the high platform. The Princess of Chu from the Great Han follows this path step by step towards the grassland emperor on the high platform.

  The Huns' brave warriors have a loud voice.

  This year, Modu was in his prime. With his hands behind his back and standing upright, he gazed at the beautiful young girl, his coarse braids hanging down from under his dark warm hat, his eyes bright and sharp.

  A faintly sarcastic smile played on his lips as he spoke, "I thought that this time the one who would be married to the Xiongnu was supposed to be Princess Yuen of Lu, but why did it end up being... hmm, so-called Princess of Chu?"

  The Han envoy's face changed color with anxiety.

  About this marriage, there had been correspondence between the Han and Xiongnu beforehand. Modu couldn't have not known that the bride was being switched, so his words now were just to humiliate Liu Xijun. However, Liu Xijun would soon become his queen, and he was embarrassing her in public. As a young and noblewoman, if she couldn't swallow this insult, the grand ceremony of the marriage would be disrupted and could not proceed smoothly.

  The Xiongnu people in the hall all fell silent, casting their eyes on this delicate and beautiful Han princess.

  Liu Xuan stopped in his tracks, imitated the Xiongnu people and paid a courtesy to Chanyu. With an unwavering gaze and a loud voice, he said, "Thanks to Chanyu's kindness, but Zhangshi's daughter is still young and hasn't learned etiquette yet. The Han Emperor is afraid that she can't take her place properly under Chanyu's tent, so he specially chose a concubine from the imperial clan and ordered her to go to Xiongnu to maintain the hundred-year friendship between Han and Xiongnu."

  This means I'm a million times better than Zhang Yan, and you're lucky to be able to marry me.

  Modun smiled and asked Luo Xiu, "Is what this Han envoy said true about the Princess of Chu?"

  In this case, Luo Xu would have to help Liu Xuan no matter what, and he performed the ritual of bowing and scraping, smiling wryly as he said, "The Princess of Chu is indeed the number one beauty among the imperial family of Great Han."

  Far, far away. The grand ceremony of Heqin is being held in the imperial city with great fanfare.

  A fifteen-year-old girl riding a horse found the big-mouthed drinking ditch in the grassland outside the Wang City, "Why didn't brother go to see the wedding ceremony, but instead ran here to drink alone?"

  "Ah Ti." He turned around and smiled faintly. "What's so good to look at? On the surface, it's all bustling, but in reality, it's just the beginning of a miserable life."

  "Ah," Timirouna leaned down from her horse, laughing with sparkling eyes, "when did my brave brother become so melancholy, or did you fall in love with the Princess of Chu on your way to escort her to Long City?"

  "Don't talk nonsense." He jumped in fright, "She is the Chanyu's woman."

  "There are only the two of us siblings here. What's the big deal in saying it?" Timirona curled her lips. She jumped off the horse agilely, "Brother, our father is already old."

  "Uh-huh."

  "By next year, you can't stay in Wang Ting anymore, it's time to go back and take the throne of King A."

  "I've got a few things on my mind. Ah, Ati," he said, standing up. "It's time to go back. Come with me."

  "No." Atti hastily shook her head, a hint of bitterness in her expression. "I'm hiding from someone. If anyone asks you, don't tell them I came this way."

  He burst out laughing and said, "Is this Prince Congee? What a silly little boy."

  He mounted his horse and with a shout turned back towards Wang City.

  This meadow is a world of its own, with clear mountains and beautiful water. The horse lowered its head to eat the grass, and slowly walked towards the water in the distance. Adi hid behind the slope, feeling warm from the sunshine on her body, and before she knew it, she gradually fell asleep.

  She was woken up by the noise of people.

  The sky was a dull gray, and the girl's gasping voice rose urgently on the other side of the slope. It sounded like sobbing. Or perhaps it was ecstasy, suppressed very low.

  That was a pair of wild mandarin ducks eloping.

  The Xiongnu people are open-minded. They do not consider the chastity of women as important as the Han people do. Before marriage, girls usually have several boyfriends. Those who remain virgins until they are fifteen years old are very few.

  It seems quite embarrassing to go out now. Adi smoothed her hair and sighed inwardly, thinking it would be better to stay here and listen to a live performance of the Spring Palace, wait for them to leave, and then call Ma out to ride back to the city.

  However, she wrapped the grass between her fingers and waited, feeling very bored. This man was also taking too long, wasn't he?

  Suddenly, the woman let out a sob and wept, saying, "Chanyu, I won't make it."

  Ati strained her hand.

  Isn't it just that one?

  The little white in his arms let out a pained cry and suddenly darted out, startling both of them.

  "After a long time, the woman's stiff voice said, 'Is there anyone behind the grass?'"

  "It's just a stray cat," Monty smiled and said, "Gemma, you go back first."

  She softly responded with a "yes", gathered her clothes and ran far away under the moonlight.

  Modun raised his head and looked at the night sky on the grassland. This day was the fifteenth, the moon was a bright color, illuminating everything on the grassland without hiding anything.

  "Come out." he said calmly.

  Ati's face turned red and white, if she had known earlier, even if she was locked in the camp, she wouldn't have taken a step out. It's just that it's hard to buy early knowledge, she wasn't afraid of heaven or earth, but the man outside really made her feel intimidated from the bottom of her heart.

  "Alone." She poked her head out and forced a smile, "What a coincidence."

  "Unfortunately." Under the moonlight, his dark eyes gleamed with a hint of mystery as he gazed at the girl's lowered face, "I heard someone breathing in their sleep behind the mound, I just didn't know it was you."

  Tiemiruona was taken aback, and said angrily, "You know someone, but you still..." Her eyes scanned the nearby trampled grass. Montaha burst out laughing, "I'm not in a hurry, but Gemma is very anxious. I'll go with her."

  For a moment, Temur was silent. He had to find something to say, "Isn't today the day of the Han-Xiongnu alliance? Why doesn't the Chanyu return to accompany his Han princess?"

  "It's okay, no rush."

  Ati shrunk her body to the ground, making it impossible for people to see her. Mo Dun naturally sensed something was amiss. Her face was bowed so low that he couldn't see her features clearly, but a hint of snow-white skin on the back of her neck was exposed, stirring his heart.

  "That princess has a bit of a stubborn streak," he said casually. "Putting her aside for a while will make her easier to handle."

  She couldn't help but shudder again.

  "Arte," muttered Mordon thoughtfully, "you're fifteen this year too, aren't you?"

  "Not yet." She forced a smile, "It won't be until September that he'll be one year old."

  She shouldn't have come to Longcheng because of her love for excitement. From September on, she stayed at home and never went to the forest again.

  Today I suddenly felt like it and ran to Dangdang.com to order a lot of books again.

  Actually, all three bookshelves in the dormitory have been filled up by me.

  Okay, books are a treasure, but indeed also a burden when moving house.

  I've started worrying about how I'm going to carry so many books when I graduate.

  The Huns' chapter should be over tomorrow, maybe.

  Actually, A Di is also quite miserable, three trips to Wang Ting, two trips to listen to Chun Gong.

  Continue to ask for pink votes of encouragement.

  There is an exam on Friday and I need to hurry up and review.