[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

"So, what song do you want to hear today?"

Smoke billowed from the stove in the Accord, a woman in green shirt cooked tea for him, and brought it to him, Marco took it quickly, and looked around by the way.

The rooms are neatly arranged.The owner has a cold personality, so he doesn't like to use bright colors.There are no beautiful and carved buildings, only a piano hanging on the wall, tea is cooked at the table, and regular script is written in the desk.There are snow willows inserted in the snow-white Ru kiln cup, and there is a picture of "Autumn Geese and Qinghui Picture" by the window.Agarwood smokes from the copper beast furnace, and tassels hang from the corners of the curtains.

"I don't know, you can do whatever you want."

His Chinese pronunciation was still very problematic, Yun raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, said nothing, picked up the strings slowly, and began to sing quietly.

"...Last year when the flowers fell today, I saw Yi again. Her face was light and her eyebrows were even, and her blue shirt showed her jade muscles."

"........."

"When we met, we fell in love with each other. Lovesickness lasts forever. It's too late to meet and get to know each other this time."

"........."

Marco kept frowning.In fact, he has been upset after sending away the real gold. He didn't understand the purpose of Da Khan's doing so, but he knew the sadness of the real gold.However, even though he couldn't understand today's tune, it made him feel very comfortable. After the tune ended, he hurriedly asked:

"What does this song mean?"

The woman thought for a while and replied:

"...This song is about a couple who just got together and broke up. Before leaving, they thought they didn't know when they would see each other again, and they were reluctant to say goodbye."

"........."

Marco nodded seriously, although he still didn't understand.

After being settled in Xiangyang, he undoubtedly opened another cultural door. In the past three months, he found that Song's culture was more delicate and profound than other cultures he knew.People here live in such a culture. They follow the teachings of the ancients and have high moral beliefs; they are self-sufficient and do not like wars;This is a real state of etiquette. They write beautiful things into poems, compose them into music, print them on porcelain, embroider them into brocades, and engrave them on stone tablets. Immersed in the depths of the soul.

Marco remembered that the first time he was dragged here by those people from the army, and that group of people kept pouring alcohol on him that night. In the room of a Han woman.Seeing that he woke up, the woman helped him up. He was dying of pain, and she served him tea again. Only then did he see her face clearly, and saw that her appearance was not inferior to Kuo Kuo Zhen.Afterwards he thanked her, but she was overwhelmed by this behavior, and he later learned that she was afraid of them.Later, he would come to talk to her almost every few days, so that he could enjoy some oriental art while resolving his depression.

"Oh, I brought you this today..."

In the past, Marco would remember to bring her some small gifts every time he came, but today he was so upset that he forgot, and suddenly remembered that there was still a pack of winter melon candies in his arms, so he took it out.

"Ah, what is it?"

"Yes... uh..."

Ma Ke suddenly couldn't remember what the word was, so he called out anxiously to stroke that curly hair, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence.

"Is it... sugar?"

Seeing his serious face, the woman thought it was something important, but when she saw it, she couldn't help but smile, and replied on his behalf:

"It's winter melon candy."

"Ah yes..."

The Latin man suddenly realized, the woman couldn't help laughing, stretched out her fingers and put a piece into her mouth, but there was a bit of sadness on her face, but she still smiled and said:

"... This candy was my favorite when I was a child, but my family was poor, and only mothers with spare money would buy it for me. But such days are rare, and only once in a few months..."

But that was the only sweet memory of her childhood.Later, when her mother died of illness, she sold herself into a brothel. In the past few years, she has been in the world of mortals, but when she tasted this taste again, she still felt that it was so sweet that it was greasy, and it was so greasy that it was bitter.

She liked this foreigner from the bottom of her heart. He behaved quietly and courteously. He didn't ask for anything else when he came. He only drank a cup of tea and listened to a ditty or two before leaving. He never had any plans for her.A foreigner, but let her see a little taste of elegance.

With some hesitation, she asked cautiously:

"...Do you have a wife?"

Unexpectedly, it was precisely these words that made him think of Kuo Kuo Zhen, but felt a burst of sadness in his heart.He really couldn't bear to say that the woman he loved was going to marry someone else's wife soon, so he changed the subject.

"What are your future plans?"

However, the woman smiled when she heard the words.

"Marco, I won't be here next month."

Seeing his puzzled expression, he went on to explain.

"... I was sold into this place of fireworks when I was 13 years old. I have been saving money all the time, just to redeem my freedom one day. Now ten years have passed, and I have little capital. It will be soon."

Marco listened in a daze. He looked at the happy expression on the woman's face and felt a vague premonition.

After coming out of the planting flower house, Marco wanted to go out of the city, but he saw that all the gates were heavily guarded. He immediately knew that the situation was not good, and ran to Zhenjin's bedroom in anger road:

"You said you would stop it!"

"Watch what you say and do, Latin."

Zhen Jin was about to undress and go to bed, and frowned upon hearing the sound.

"I never said I would stop anything."

"True gold, I know that's not what you want to see..."

"I want to see what has nothing to do with you."

Paused.

"I know you are reluctant to part with that woman...but this is my father's order, and I have no reason not to obey it."

Ma Ke was stunned, how did Zhen Jin know about his relationship with Yun?

"Hehe...it's just a mate, tell me, Lord Polo, do you only fancy mates?"

Marco really wanted to tell him that he had an affair with Kuo Kuo Zhen Kutu Lun, but he guessed that if he really said it, he would definitely not survive tonight.Seeing that he was speechless, Zhen Jin turned around.

"Now I'm going to rest, do you want to stay here to serve the bed?"

There was no intention of holding back in his tone, so Marco could only swallow his anger and retreat.

He angrily withdrew from Zhenjin's bedroom, and at this moment he had a bold idea: write a letter back to Dadu, introduce the current situation of the city and the progress they have made to Khan, and implore Khan to consider it carefully.In the past few months, he has been in charge of passing down orders and decrees, and he is familiar with the handwriting of real gold. If he speaks in his own voice, the letter will definitely not reach Dadu, but if it is in the name of real gold, it will definitely be sent to the hands of the Great Khan.At that moment, he made a decision in his heart.

However, letters alone are far from enough. At this moment, he thought of the jade seal.

When the Mongolian army broke through Xiangyang and entered the imperial palace, the old general of the Song Dynasty presented the imperial jade seal. Now that Khan returns to Dadu, the seal will naturally fall into the hands of real gold. If it can be stamped with this, the credibility will be greatly improved. Khan will think about it.But, how can I get that jade seal?

tbc

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