Between the vast sea of ​​clouds

"How to deal with those captured generations?"

Bi Shu sat in front of the brazier and heated the kumiss. A slave lay down on the felt and held a gold cup. She poured two cups of kumiss and offered one of the bigger golden cups to the old man in front of her.

The archmage of the golden tent took the cup, the skin on her face was as old as bark, perhaps it was her unknown power endowed by the years, showing an ancient and mysterious majesty in the firelight, she sat by the brazier and shook her horse Milk wine, said: "Didn't you say that there will be someone from Wang Ting, and I will leave it to them at that time."

Bi Shu thought of those envoy officials who were captured. They fled in panic and panic, like sheep in the sheepfold that were chosen by the master to be sacrificed and slaughtered, but the end was the same.For her, there is not much difference between the existence of this group of people and the absence of them. After drinking, she asked, "Will the royal court kill them?"

The mage said: "If there is a war, they must die."

When Bi Shu heard that there was going to be a war, she was a little confused. War seemed to her a very distant thing, even more distant than the scriptures on the book.She is different from a mage, she has experienced the baptism of war and famine, and has a deep understanding of some things.She has been chosen as an envoy since she was born, and lives in the golden tent away from the royal court.Bi Shulue was a little curious, and asked the mage: "War? The royal court wants to go to war with the country, so the peace treaty will be invalidated?"

"It's a fake." The mage put the cup on the ground, and immediately a slave came to take it away.They used the ancient Xirong language when they talked, and there was no need to worry that someone in the tent could understand and reveal any secrets.A slave picked up the cup, opened his mouth and yelled a few times, and all the words became vague syllables, which could not be connected into sentences.There is only half a short tongue left in the slave's open mouth, which is why she can't speak. The slaves serving the golden tent have all had their tongues amputated. They are illiterate. Anything that can be called a secret, they will I can only rot in my heart, unable to tell others a little bit.

"Wang Ting has wanted to fight for a long time, but the time has not come before. Now that he has obtained the deployment map of Yunzhou and can cross Juning Pass, he will naturally not miss this opportunity." After speaking, the mage turned his head and listened The slave spoke vaguely, and said to Bi thoughtfully, "Ah Yue has woken up."

Bi Shu subconsciously wanted to go outside, but a wooden stick stopped her, and the mage asked, "Are you going to see her?"

Bi Shu said: "Yes."

The wooden staff did not move, and the rocks hanging from it were like a bunch of bright grapes. The mage pondered for a while and asked, "Have you ever thought that if she wasn't A Yuelai, what would happen to her during the Mingsha Lake sacrificial ceremony?" , she will be skinned and roasted on the fire."

While saying this, her eyes were as sharp as eagles, and she watched Bi Shu's expression closely, and Bi Shu replied calmly: "If this is her karma, then she should bear it."

"I hope she can forget about the past and serve God with peace of mind." Bi Shu continued, "She will understand that this is the best choice. Our physical body is a shrine to walk in the world, and it is God's temporary residence. .God came down and dwelt in the flesh, and nothing on earth could bind Him, because His authority came from heaven.”

When Wanshi moves, it is really like grapes blown by the wind, shaking among the shadows of the whirling leaves.The staff returned to the shadows, and the wizard stroked the string of stones with his flat, shriveled fingertips.Bi Shu's icy blue eyes did not fluctuate, as if describing something plainly, she said: "So she should not have a name, nor should she have a past, everything about her is bestowed by God, from the past to the future .One day her physical body will die, and she will be thrown into reincarnation again. A Yuelai is her first name and her last name. If she cannot bear the grace of God, then let her make up for it with death."

Without saying a word, the mage poured the remaining kumiss into the brazier, and extinguished the flames that intended to jump out of the basin. The blue smoke rose quickly, her face was hidden in the darkness, and the illusory syllables came from her moving lips. Like a puff of gray smoke, she said to Bi Shu, "Very well, you can go."

Bi Shu opened the tent door, and the sky outside surged in. She shielded it with her hands and walked out slowly.

The grassland at the end of July is when the pasture is rich and juicy. There are often merchants passing by on the Irish grassland. For them, money is life, and they carried their goods on horseback, crossed mountains and rivers, crossed the desolate Gobi desert in Yunzhou, and finally smuggled out from the border, carrying the goods on the Irish grassland for trade.Those silks that radiate charming brilliance in the autumn sun are said to be good goods shipped from Chenzhou. After the merchants converted the currency of Xirong, they spread them on the stalls, and some people came to stop and watch immediately.The gorgeous color makes people seem to be able to see the wealth everywhere in Chenzhou. Those things are so easy to get, as if they are everywhere.

There are no craftsmen in Xirong who can raise silkworms and spin silk. The preciousness of silk is not much different from the wool of Hailing sheep. There are large and small tents in the market, colorful cloth banners are raised to high places, and slender cloth strips are exposed to the wind fly.There will also be herders who bring their families and lead their livestock to the market.Holding a little lamb in their hands, the children were laughing and running through the crowd.

The copper bell swayed lightly, and another caravan came, but for the huge market, it was like a drop of water flowing into a river, and it did not attract people's attention.

When the caravan came to the hotel near the market, it began to unload the goods and put them in the warehouse agreed with the owner.There were people wandering around looking at it, knowing that this must be a precious commodity. I am afraid that only the nobles are qualified to take a look at it, otherwise it should have been exhibited in the market early.But the people who can open hotels in this market are naturally quite skilled. Every year, the merchants have to pay the owner a large amount of money to store the goods in order to ensure the safety of the goods.So they can only stand in the distance and covet, but dare not do anything easily.

The young businessman was wearing a windbreaker and was covered with dust. She walked to the counter and said that the people of Xirong had an extraordinary love for the items from the Central Plains.Silks, porcelain, jewelry, cloth, antique picture albums, including the style of this hotel, can almost make people think that they have entered the wrong place. The businessman put something on the counter amidst shouts, and whispered to the woman in charge : "Take me to meet your shopkeeper."

So she came to the hotel cellar, through the long dark passage, a wooden door opened to her, the blinding gold made her startled, and then she saw clearly that the cabinets in this room were full of shiny gold utensils , all kinds of gold utensils were wiped spotless, and there was a man standing under the shelf, wiping a cup with a blue flannel cloth.

The shopkeeper nodded to her and said: "You are holding the token of flame, which is my mother's token during her lifetime. She once told me that if someone comes here with this token, I must do three things for her .”

She said it politely, but the merchant knew it was not that simple. She said, "You only need to answer my two questions and do something for me."

The innkeeper hesitated for a long time before putting down the gold cup. If the three demands made by this person were too much, then she would have enough reason to take back the token and only do one thing for her before driving her out of the inn.

"Please say."

The merchant took off her hat and revealed a young and gloomy face. She asked, "Where is the mission that came to Xirong two months ago?"

The shopkeeper tugged at the long cord at hand, there was a jingle, and the sound of heavy footsteps came from above his head. A tall woman walked into the room with her waist bent. The shopkeeper said a few words to her in Xirong language, and then said to the merchants: "She said they were all in the Golden Account and were detained by the Archmage."

"Why was it detained?"

The shop owner went to ask the woman, then turned around, looked at the merchant with scrutiny, and said, "Because the royal court issued an order."

"What decree?"

"That's the second question." The owner replied.

The merchant was silent for a long time, and then asked: "How will the Golden Tent Society deal with the servants who are not selected by Ah Yuelai in the Mingsha Lake ritual?"

The owner of the shop was a little surprised, but he didn't ask the woman this time, but answered her directly: "If the servants who don't have their eyes open will be skinned and thrown into the fire to be burned to death." She pointed to a hanging on the cellar wall. Zhang's yellowed leather said: "That's my sister. My mother almost went bankrupt in order to redeem her."

The merchant's shoulders flinched, as if her skin had been scorched by the bonfire. Her face was hidden in the shadows, and she said, "I need an identity to enter the ceremony by Mingsha Lake."

The shopkeeper seemed to understand her reason for coming, she crushed the token, walked down from the shelf, and said to her, "Okay, the accounts between us are settled."

The young businessman looked at the poor human skin on the cellar wall, and a cold atmosphere filled her heart until she walked outside the hotel, where the golden sunlight filled the open space, and the horses were grazing leisurely. Bathed in the sun, but the heart is cold.

She sat by the manger and watched the sun go down. A piece of hay gradually became shorter in her hand, leaving a field of grass clippings.She watched the colorful flags fluttering in the distance, and the sunset glow was like fire, and it changed into the dark blue of night in an instant.

At night, she sat around the faint fire, and someone outside the hotel played the piccolo, and it was like a light rain falling in the night.She suddenly thought of Hezhou in autumn, the heavy rain washed every corner of Le'an City, the leaves fell all over the ground, and the small puddles on the stone road were filled with clear rainwater, like bright stars in the night sky of the autumn grassland.

Through the old shadow of the past, she could clearly see her expression in her memory. The girl should be embarrassed, even melancholy and guilty.A piece of paper was folded into a crane in her hand, she really wanted to go back many years ago, hold her hand, and let her stay like this.

"stay."

This sentence was never spoken, but it was repeated countless times between her lips and teeth.She took the paper crane in her hand and walked away happily.Behind her, the girl's figure rippled like water.They were just children at that time, but the shadow of fate had shown a ferocious smile in an unknown corner, and she still didn't know what parting meant.

The fire was gradually extinguished, she was leaning against the haystack, the dew at night wet the corners of her clothes, she frowned in her dream, and a little water slipped from the corners of her eyes.

"...I don't even remember what you said."

Bi Shu stared into her eyes, her light-colored eyes were like streams in the morning light, she wiped off the red paint on her forehead with a damp cloth, and repeated her words: "You don't even remember?"

After a while, she said: "It's not something important, just forget it."

She raised her head to look at Bi Shu, who examined her for a while, but couldn't see anything unusual.A slave brought a bowl of brown soup, Bi Shu gave it to her, watched her drink it slowly, and said, "Do you remember your name?"

There was a dazed look on the man's face, and he tried hard to think for a while, but he seemed to be unable to come up with a clue. She hissed, feeling the pain, and reached out to touch her back, where it was tightly wrapped, Bi Shu grabbed her hand and said, "Don't touch the wound, it has been torn once."

"I can't remember." She whispered, her voice was a little hoarse, and she still had the sluggishness that she hadn't spoken for many days.

"Ah Yue." Bi Shu said, and she changed her clothes.She is unusually well-behaved, completely different from the alertness and anger she had when she first arrived at the Golden Tent.

But Bi Shu couldn't fully believe her. The effect of the yarrow grass was more obvious at the beginning. She should have forgotten it after drinking it for so long.

The effect of the medicine took effect, she half-closed her eyes sleepily, Bi Shu put his hand on her eyes, and said softly: "Sleep, don't think about it."

So she fell asleep, and Bi Shu guarded her for a while, then left here.

The charcoal fire was about to go out, and the people under the altar suddenly moved. She put one hand on the wound and pressed down hard.

Huge pain swept over her, she gritted her teeth and pressed down again, and then clenched the quilt tightly, lying on the felt as if exhausted, with tears all over her face, looking up at the white statue in the dark.

Struggling with sleepiness and pain, she murmured and repeated: "Li...Qingping...Li..."

The author has something to say: Mamaza, good night everyone.