The Melancholy of the National Teacher

Of course Helian Yu knew why Le Dao was in a bad mood.

He pondered for a moment, and said: "Le Dao has such a few days every month, you don't need to worry about him."

Yue Xing, who was using a palm-sized silver mirror to look into his eyes to see if his eyebrows were crooked, heard this sentence, trembled all over, and smashed the mirror on his feet.

There is only one silver mirror for each sun worship priestess, and the edge of the oval mirror has flame-like decorations. In sun worship, priestesses of different levels have different decorations, which means that if this one is broken, there is nowhere for Le Sheng to go Find another one.He looked at the silver mirror with obvious crooked ornamentation without tears, not knowing how to describe his luck.

"Bring it here." Helian Yu said with a smile.

The big witch lightly flicked the silver mirror that Le Sheng held up, and Wu Lun, who was watching, blinked, and saw countless wonderful luminous patterns flowing from the big witch's fingertips, like a galaxy galloping, flowing into the silver light In the tiny round mirror.

The mirror was restored in perfect condition.

"Don't throw it away," Helian Yu said, "It will take the damage for you until it breaks completely."

Wu Lun opened his mouth wide, his eyes sparkled, looking at the mirror that exudes divine light in his eyes at this moment, Le Xing was shocked and was rescued by the great witch, and said to his little friend in a great mood: "If this time If you don’t use it, I’ll give it to you.”

After speaking, Le Xing, who couldn't let Zhulan find out that he was missing, continued to leave the room like a flower.

Looking at his graceful back, Wu Lun felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.

Helian Yu rubbed Wu Lun's head again.

"If you want to learn this," he asked, "have you done your homework?"

Of course not.

In fact, until the Qinglu Hu people's Winter Festival began, Wu Lun hadn't exhausted the homework that could be piled up into the Canglong Mountain Range. After all, after every day's lessons, the big witch would randomly assign him more homework.

In fact, He Lianyu himself did not expect that there would be so many. As a person who has read a lot of books in the true sense-it is not a big deal to read all the books in the Qinglu Great Witch tent. After all, Hu people are not like Zhonglu people. , I don't have the habit of jotting everything down.The Xingtai in Zhonglu is different. The Xingtai in the former Tianjing City has a room called Between the Stars. There are tens of millions of books in it. On the day the Eastern Chu army broke the city, all the books were burned to death. 18 years later, the newly built Star Tower in the imperial capital also has a room of stars, and the books inside may be a little less than the previous room of stars. After all, the books inside are all silently written by the great witch, and the great witch must admit He didn't read every book in Between the Stars in the past - this caused him to speak wildly in his lectures. It is likely that the last sentence was about the precautions for the technique of Fusang Pearl, and the next sentence was about which emperor in the previous dynasty. Amorous history.

...seems like there's something that shouldn't be heard by a nine-year-old?

In short, except for some things he talked about that were too unreliable—such as pornographic history—he would ask Uren to read the books he mentioned.

When Ulun was taken out of the sea of ​​books by Helian Yu, he was dizzy.

He was carried out of the tent like a kitten, and the icy wind blew away the weeds in his mind, so that Uren regained consciousness.

He asked with some doubts: "Don't you need to read the book?"

Helian Yu, who was wearing a bird skull, lowered his head and glanced at him.

"Today is the winter festival."

"Um, ah," Uren didn't react, "...wait a minute, this means... it's a holiday?!"

"Yes."

Helian Yu said.

New Year's.

The Winter Festival is a festival for the Hu people to celebrate the New Year, which is half a month earlier than the La Festival for the people of the Central Mainland.Wu Lun, who grew up in Zhonglu, had never participated in the Winter Festival. He originally thought it was similar to the La Festival. He ate, drank, played and played, and the little witch stationed in the town would conjure beautiful patterns in the sky, but there were more possibilities. , it was the little witch who had only been dispatched from the star station in the past few years who accidentally threw herself out.The children laughed and threw the cut bamboo joints into the fire to send away the bad luck of the past year with crackling.

Qinglu is different.

The winter festival here represents drinking and eating meat, dancing in the snow with shirtless arms, or fighting.

It was still daytime, and the official ceremony had not yet begun, but some people were already drunk. The men sang songs while drunk. A gust of hot air rose from inside, burning his internal organs hot.

These songs... are somewhat familiar.

It seemed a long time ago, when he was very young, he had heard these songs.

Helian Yu who stopped with him also fell into the memory.

After listening to a paragraph, they continued on the road. After leaving the city, they walked more and more desolate, and there were fewer and fewer people, until there was no one else in sight except them.The grass was covered with ice and snow, and the gray-yellow grass blades pierced out from under the snow, facing the sky, like spears pointing straight up.

The place I passed by before did not have such deep grass. This place is absolutely remote.

Wrapped in a leather jacket, Ulun felt a weird chill rising all over his body, as if something was peeping at him from the dark.

He rubbed his arms, quickened his pace to keep up, and then bumped into Helian Yu's leg.

The big witch stopped at some point.

"Here we are," he said.

What Uren saw was an open space covered with weeds and ice and snow, except for these two.

Helian Yu pushed him, Ulun turned his head in doubt, saw the big witch's lips opening and closing under the bird's beak, and said: "Your father is buried here, kneel down."

The bewildered Ulun knelt down, his mind was about to turn into a pot of mud again, and then he saw Helian Yu flipped his robe, grabbed the side of the robe with one hand, bent his knees, and knelt on his side Down.

The boy's brain really turned into a paste.

"I don't think you know the story of your father." Helian Yu said.

"Mum didn't talk about him," Uren said.

"That's not your mother," Helian Yu said, "The person who raised you up is your aunt, He Manda, and your father's name is He Wendu, who is your mother's chief guard."

Ulun frowned. He accepted that Helian Yu was his uncle, but he still couldn't accept the rumor that Helian Naren was his mother.

Helian Yu's attention was not on him at the moment.The big witch seems to be trapped in deep memories, and the drowning covered by the bird's skull is full of sadness.

"I have to thank your father, He Wendu," he murmured in a low voice, rather than talking to Uren, he was talking to the dead underground, "I have to thank you."

Thank you for saving Helian Naren.

At the same moment, Le Dao poured the hot wine into the wine cup.

Quan Luoqiu on the side really wanted to snatch the wine cup from His Majesty's hand, after all, the emperor had already drank a lot by now.The small, smelly tent was already full of wine jugs.From Qinglu's kumiss wine sac, to Yungu's knives-burning pottery pot, yellow plum wine's white porcelain pot, coconut wine wooden pot, and medicinal wine's crystal bottle, everything is available.

...just empty.

Le Dao stretched out his wine cup, and said to the person opposite: "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" The old man on the opposite side replied with a passionate voice, which was not like that he could make at his age.

The wine cup and jug collided, and the two people who were facing each other drank heavily.

"Ha! Have a blast!" said the old man, breaking the flagon he had finished drinking at the same time.

Le Dao stretched out the wine cup in front of Quan Luoqiu, and the former bandit leader showed a bitter melon-like expression, reluctantly filling up the wine for Le Dao.

"Wine, it's really the most beautiful thing in the world." The flushed old man sighed.

If wine is the most beautiful thing in the world, then this old man and his tent can be called one of the worst things in the world. The wool felt surrounding the tent has lost its original color, and there are large areas of brown and black on it— ——Quan Luoqiu suspected that it was some kind of excrement from livestock and the old man——the stench filled the air, and a ram that hadn’t bathed for two or three years was gnawing on the old man’s hair.

As for the old man himself, he probably hasn't bathed for longer than the ram, and the stains are all over his body, so that if the old man goes out in this appearance, there is absolutely no possibility of being found naked.

Quan Luoqiu didn't know why Le Dao asked him to find this person and bring him into this tent. Although this old man was once the number one warrior in Yunping City, his will had been completely destroyed by some kind of force, and he had fallen into a There is nothing worse than this tent.

Le Dao didn't explain to Quan Luoqiu, but just handed the old man another bag of kumiss.

"Ah, kumiss, kumiss," the old man muttered, "I remember I used to have so much kumiss that I couldn't finish it. When the Khan was still around, she liked to reward me with wine."

From the moment he entered the tent, Le Dao, who hadn't said anything other than a full drink and a toast, raised his head.

Quan Luoqiu was surprised to find that after drinking so much wine, His Majesty's eyes were still sober.

"Naren Khan has always been very generous in rewarding his subordinates. She will give whatever the warriors like." Le Dao said.

"Money, jewels, cattle and sheep, titles... By the way, the female Khan does not regard women as rewards. After all, she is also a woman, and at the beginning, how much she hated things between men and women. Khan is as strong as a woman." Men, but she hates men..."

The old man lifted the skin bag, but he did not point the mouth of the skin bag at his own mouth, and the whole bag of kumiss spilled on himself.

He threw the wine bag aside in pain, and continued.

"After all, this is justifiable... I have heard some news that must not be shared. If Khan Naren knew, he would feed me to the wolves... That prophecy? You must know that prophecy, that Didn’t the prophecy say that the man who falls in love with Khan will win the world?”

Both Le Dao and Quan Luoqiu curled their lips.

nonsense.

"Look," the old man snatched the jug with half of the wine from Quan Luoqiu's hands, "the love between a man and a woman is love...the same is love between relatives...if the love of relatives is not enough, start from the love of relatives It's okay to become love between men and women..."

Quan Luoqiu thought of something and widened his eyes.

Le Dao also showed surprise, he didn't make a sound, and continued to listen.

"I know that the old Khan was not so sick that he was dying before his death. That night, the old Khan prepared hot medicine and spices. Well, it is the medicine that we men all know... Let the daughter who was a princess at that time The Khan entered his tent, and the next day he heard that the old Khan was dead... and the two princes born to the Xiaoyan family. It is said that one night, they entered the female Khan's tent and were brought back from the Central Mainland. The eldest prince saw it, but he didn’t survive anyway. The eldest prince was also expelled later... It’s so pitiful, maybe he also wants to do something to the female khan.”

Old man, smack your lips, savor the mellowness of the wine.

And Quan Luoqiu, who knew that the eldest prince was referring to the national teacher, seemed to be about to faint.

"Our female khan hates men, and hates love. Later, she got better because Commander He... hey, after Commander He died..."

Le Dao interrupted him and asked the fourth sentence after entering the tent.

"How did Commander He die?"