Dream Hua Embers Records

In the southern suburbs of Yanjing, the weeds are desolate, and outside the ten-mile long pavilion, the westerly wind whimpers on the ancient road.

Yan Qihao was riding a Yuhuacong, and Yan Yi was riding a bay red horse with a bridle.Behind him, there are hundreds of attendants, surrounded by a black painted cart.

A jade hand raised the curtain of the car.A section of white sleeves and a wide blue valance were exposed.

On the other hand, one index finger was missing, and it was wrapped in white gauze. With three fingers, he gently lifted the green gauze on the veiled cap, revealing a corner of grizzled temple hair and a pair of phoenix eyes.Those eyes were like a deep pool, unfathomable, and the gaze was straight, looking at the person in the purple robe wearing jade flowers.

As if feeling the burning gaze behind him, Yan Qihao turned his head.

The pair of jade hands seemed to be scalded, and they retracted quickly, and the double curtain fell in response.

After all, in this life and this life, the two will not meet each other.

"Yi'er." Yan Qihao said in a gruff voice, "Go early and come back early."

"Yes." Yan Yi nodded.

"Don't come back."

"No, Daddy..." Yan Yi lowered her head, as if talking to herself, "That day, my eldest brother shaved his hair when he turned 16, so I insisted on joining in the fun, so I shaved my hair too... I just couldn't wait I want to see if my mother hates me, and in her heart, what am I? Is it her own flesh and blood, or the prince of an enemy country..."

In a blink of an eye, it is almost the winter solstice.

During this period of time, Yan Yin lived more leisurely than in the Zhongdu Palace. She just read books, painted, and took care of her body every day. He took good care of his body first, and he had to wait until spring to do anything he wanted to do.

Since Yan Yi went south, Yan Qihao seemed to be in vain, running to Yan Yin's place every day.Yan Yin's attitude was always lukewarm, her manners were impeccable, but she did not show any kindness at all.

On this day, Yan Yin had just finished taking a bath, wrapped in a light fur, snuggled up to the side of the smoker cage, and wiped her hair with a cloth towel.

Yan Qihao walked in suddenly.

"Yin'er."

"Father." Yan Yin quickly stood up.

"You don't need to get up." Yan Qihao pressed Yan Yin's shoulder, and sat cross-legged beside him.

"Why don't you let the servants serve you?" Yan Qihao asked.

"I don't like people around me, and I don't like people touching me." Yan Yin replied.

"Then... will Daddy help you?" Yan Qihao took the cloth towel casually.

"Okay." Yan Yin nodded.

While helping Yan Yin wipe her hair, Yan Qihao asked, "I always stay in the house, are you bored? Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Fortunately... When I was in Huining, I often didn't leave the palace gate for ten and a half months."

"Then...would you like to go to Haiyun Temple with Dad, take a bath in the hot spring, and go hunting? I remember when you were young, Dad promised to take you and your mother to hunt, but because of the busy military affairs, he broke his promise several times. "

"Really... I've forgotten it, but it's hard for my father to remember it." Yan Yin's voice was flat, without any waves.

"Go with daddy? Okay? Don't you know how to ride a horse? Dad will teach you."

"That's right... I don't know how to ride a horse, and it will hinder you, so it's better not to go..."

"It's okay, it's still the same as before, you and daddy share a ride, and you sit in front."

"I'm already tall, and I'll block my father."

"No." Yan Qihao straightened his body, compared Yan Yin's head with his hand, then pulled it to the tip of his nose, and smiled.

Seeing Yan Qihao making such a naive move, Yan Yin couldn't help but smile, and nodded immediately.

Yan Yin was wrapped in a lynx mantle cap, wearing a fox fur hat, her face was almost completely buried in the thick hair, sitting in front of Yan Qihao's saddle.

Yan Qihao had to try his best to straighten his back so that his eyes could barely see the front, his nose was itchy by the cap's hair peak, and he couldn't help but sneezed a few times.

Yan Yin seemed to realize something, and tried her best to shrink back.

Yan Qihao smiled slightly, raised his jaw, and pecked at Yan Yin's top.

Both of them smiled involuntarily, as if they both remembered the past.Although the situation is the same, the state of mind is completely different...

A group of people left the south gate of Yanjing, and they could see Xianlu Temple in the east of the city from a distance, standing upright among the desolate weeds, looking so dilapidated and desolate, it was the place where the nobles of the Southern Zhao clan were imprisoned.

Yan Yin suddenly asked, "They... how are they doing now?"

"Who?" Yan Qihao was startled, followed Yan Yin's line of sight, and immediately understood what Yan Yin was referring to.

"The prince and the prince are all in the Five Kingdoms City in the far north, and the women are all in the central capital and the camps. You all know this. The distant clans, concubines, wives, heirs, etc. who stayed here back then were young and strong. Some of them were given to the kings, princes, Wanhu, and Da Liao as slaves, and the other part was sold to Goryeo, Shiwei, and Xixia, and ten people were exchanged for one horse..."

"Why so cheap?" Yan Yin frowned.

Yan Qihao shook his head and sighed, "These people can't stand their shoulders, can't lift their hands, and they are not good at cooking and herding horses. They are useless. They can only be sold at this price..."

Yan Yin also sighed deeply, and asked softly, "Where are the rest?"

"The rest of the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled all graze horses in Xihuangzhuang. I heard that there are only a few of them who are dead or sick. The year before last, I picked a few young and smart ones and took them to our house. I'm afraid there will be no way out if you stay there, but it will be easier to live in our mansion, among the servants in the backyard, there are those with official slave marks on their faces."

"Oh..." Yan Yin responded lightly, and then stopped talking.

Yan Qihao suddenly felt a little restless. The child only said a few words along the way, but they were all about Nan Zhao. His own son, who he had worked so hard to raise, was always thinking about Zhao Ren... Yan Qihao endured Angry, it was inconvenient to break out, so he only swung his whip to urge the horse to gallop all the way.

After arriving at Haiyun Temple, Yan Qihao's mood eased a little, and he said to Yan Yin with a smile, "Let them go to the hot spring to get ready, and we two will go hunting in the mountains, so we can kill some rabbits and come back, and then we can go to the hot spring by ourselves." , Let them clean up, wash and peel, bake and eat?"

Seeing that everything had been properly arranged by Yan Qihao, Yan Yin nodded.

The father and son came up to the mountain, got off their horses, and walked slowly in the forest all the way.

After half an hour, Yan Qihao only shot two pheasants. He didn't see the expected rabbit and gazelle at all. Turning around, he saw Yan Yin following absent-mindedly, a dozen steps away from him, holding the rein with one hand. , stroking Yuhua Cong's mane with one hand, it seemed that he was more affectionate to the horse than to himself.Yan Qihao couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.This trip was originally planned with An Shuyu, thinking that it could ease the father-son relationship that had been frozen there, but Yan Yin didn't expect that Yan Yin would have nothing else to say besides caring about the Kang clan along the way. Not at all interested... If I knew this, it would be better to let the servants hunt, and it might be better for the father and son to soak in the hot spring...

The author has something to say: In the fourth year of Jianyan [that is, the eighth year of Jin Tianhui,] Nianhan drove away the Song people who plundered to Xia Guo to change horses, and changed ten to one.He also sold Goryeo and Mongolia as slaves for two gold. ———Jingkang barnyard history paper evidence-Song-Que'an