[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

ten days later.

A fast horse galloped into Dadu, and galloped across the street. The horse's hooves kicked up dust, and the guards were about to stop them, but they let them go after seeing the badges.

The fierce horse went straight to the gate of the main hall before it could barely stop. The man on the horse jumped down and hugged a seriously injured and unconscious person. The people around hurriedly surrounded him. After seeing it clearly, they were all shocked, but seeing the man with The person in it is the real golden prince.

However, ignoring the astonished gazes of the people around him, the man ran into the palace with the prince in his arms, and his voice resounded through the sky above Dadu.

"Call to the medical officer! Pass to the medical officer!!"

"We were intercepted and hunted down in the Dunhuang area of ​​Xining. All the officers and soldiers were controlled by the cult, and all the eight steeds were killed. His Royal Highness and I crossed the Qilian Mountains and went to Kukunor to seek help from Yuan State's garrison before finally returning to Dadu."

He was summoned as soon as he put down the real gold before he could pack it up. At this time, he was standing under the Khan's seat, ragged, disheveled, and extremely tired.

After listening to the Latin man's narration, Kublai Khan's face was solemn, and he remained silent for a while, obviously the shock that this incident brought to him was not small.

Ma Ke presented a stack of thick cloud-printed paper, and the servant came up to take it, and presented it in front of Khan.

"This is the situation of the Tatar, Uzbek, Kazak, Uyghur and other ethnic groups in the Western Regions recorded on the prince's journey, including hydrogeological and administrative affairs along the way, as well as the distribution of religions. Please read it."

However, Kublai Khan did not answer, but looked at the people sitting down, frowning.

"The man did say that someone in the court instructed him?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Kublai Khan fell into deep thought for a long time.

"I will send people to investigate in the Western Regions."

"Polo, you are in charge of the Metropolis. I will give you a gold medal. With this card, everyone in the Metropolis must fully cooperate with the investigation. If you have other needs, you can come to me directly."

Marco nodded.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Khan's face was still gloomy. He moved his fingers and snorted, and Marco retreated knowingly.

When he was about to exit the gate of the temple, he heard the voice of the Khan.

"Also, Latin, the Queen has something to say to you."

When Ma Ke came to the bedroom, he saw Empress Chabi sitting on the edge of the bed, taking a handkerchief and covering the forehead of the man lying on the bed with her own hands.

"Sit down, Lord Polo."

Marco sat there anxiously, not knowing what to tell him.

Empress Chabi stared intently at the unconscious man on the bed, and suddenly asked:

"Do you know why Khan and I named him Zhenjin?"

Marco shook his head, thinking that she couldn't see him, he quickly added:

"I would like to hear more about it, Your Majesty."

"There is an old saying among the Han people that real gold is not afraid of fire. Khan hoped that he could stand any test like a real Mongolian warrior since he was a child."

Looking at her own child, the queen's eyes seemed to stay in the distance.

"...However, Zhen Jin has been weak since he was a child, and at an age when other children can run and chase, he can only walk against the wall, not to mention riding a horse and archery..."

"My husband was very disappointed with him. As the eldest son of the Khan, he could only keep in the tent like a woman, which made him very frustrated. Therefore, he once wanted to change the crown prince."

"But even so, he's still my favorite son."

She stared at the man on the couch, her gaze was like a deep lake, she closed her eyes suddenly, and sighed.

"But when he was 12 years old, he fell off his horse and fell into a coma for three days and three nights. My child, my treasure, his face was pale and his hands and feet were cold. I sought shamans everywhere but couldn't do anything. I said, prepare for the funeral..."

"Until a lama who traveled to Tibet passed by here, and after seeing his illness, he said that he was a big man in his previous life, and he devoted himself to wealth and honor in this life because he did good deeds and accumulated virtue. However, he was punished in this life because he blasphemed the gods. Only then can atonement be made..."

"I just said, as long as he can live a healthy and peaceful life, I would like to accompany the green lantern on his behalf, eat fast and chant Buddha..."

"It's strange to say that since I converted to Buddhism, his health has really gradually improved. He can gradually study and practice martial arts like other children, ride horses and hunt, and soon he will be able to fight with his father in all directions and win the three armies. All the heavens will not abandon, the gods have faith..."

She stood up, and the maid beside her handed over a velvet tray, the queen took one of the things on it, and gave it to him with her own hands.

"You have saved my son's life several times, and there is nothing in return for mourning the family. This gift is not intended for you to change your faith, but just a blessing."

The Latin man hurriedly stood up and picked it up in fear and trepidation, but he saw it was a small ruby ​​jade Buddha.

From above came the Queen's voice.

"The Ai family knows that you are a foreigner and have no relatives in most of the world. If you offend the Khan in the future, you can use this thing to avoid all punishment."

When Marco walked out of the palace, he met Binyamba head-on. He asked about the situation of Zhenjin, and he was relieved when he learned that it was just a wound infection and fever. Stop gnashing your teeth.

Marco was a little surprised. In the image, the relationship between the two brothers seemed to have been relatively weak, but as if he could see what he was thinking, Binyamba said:

"Anyway, he is also my brother, although he is sometimes too willful."

Marco can't deny this point, real gold is indeed sometimes unreasonable and makes people want to slap it.

Then he told him about his current mission and the orders of the Great Khan. Binyamba thought for a moment and said:

"...This incident has already threatened my family. If you need anything, please come to me. I will do my best to help."

After a pause, he suddenly looked around, leaned in front of him and lowered his voice.

"In addition, during your absence, most of them did happen..."

It was already very deep at night, and the whole city was silent in the darkness.

Ma Ke sat under the lamp and looked at the small ruby ​​jade Buddha in his hand, remembering what Binyamba said to him during the day, he was slightly absent-minded.

There was a sound of light footsteps outside the door. He looked up and saw that it was real gold, and stood up quickly.

"Zhen Jin, how did you get out of bed so quickly?"

"My mother stopped me from getting out of bed, and I managed to sneak out while she was sweating with my father."

The prince walked into the room and saw the Buddha statue in his hand, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"It seems that mother has told you all about me."

He walked up to him, took the Buddha statue from his hand, looked at it in his palm, and said with a smile:

"She wants you to help me pay off that evil debt together."

"My lady said I don't have to convert."

Ma Ke didn't know how to answer, so he just said stupidly, the prince smiled again, and put the little Buddha back in his palm, Ma Ke raised his head and looked at him.

He has been running around for the past few days and has no time to take care of it. Only then did he have the opportunity to take a good look at the person in front of him. He saw that his face was pale after recovering from a serious illness. Because of his weakness, his whole person looked milder than before.

The prince also looked at him, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, until the prince slowly reached out to caress his cheek, and his cold fingertips brushed his tall nose bridge.

He looked into his eyes, and found another self in the depths of his pupils. The self in the mirror had an obsessed look on his face, unable to extricate himself.

Ma Ke thought he would definitely kiss him, but no, the prince just stared at him for a while and then put down his hand.

"Sweet dreams, Latino."

he said, and turned away, and just left his house.

However, it was this sentence that made Marco's heart sink in panic.

Only then did he think of his nightmare. He didn't know how Kuo Kuozhen was going. For him, the real uncertainty of life and death had just begun.

tbc

Note: Kukunoer is now Qinghai Province

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