Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Su Yan regretted following Altan out of the palace.

There is no other reason, this Beimo Shenghan is too eye-catching, with black and white complexion and hair color, and pupils like gold in the scorching sun, there is no second one in the whole city, is there a difference?

Wherever the two rode horses, even without guards, the people in the city gave way and saluted, calling them "God Bless the Holy Khan".

And Su Yan, who traveled with Altan, naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.The concern about his appearance and identity, and the speculation about his relationship with the Holy Khan are all hidden in the meaningful eyes and indistinct whispers.

Su Yan doesn't like being watched.But the matter has come to this point, dodging or getting angry is very rude, so he put on a calm look, smiled at the kind-looking part of the crowd, and occasionally met a few people from the Central Plains dressed as scholars, and they bowed their hands to be Confucian scholars The gift, pay tribute to each other.

I don't know if he was infected by his calm demeanor, more and more people around him, whether they were from Beimo, Central Plains or Semu, gave him kind eyes.

Altan seemed to be aware of his embarrassment hidden under his calmness. He raised his voice and said a few words to the surrounding people, and the crowd began to loosen, and most of them gradually dispersed.

Su Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled gratefully at Altan.

Altan drove his horse around and approached his mount, and said, "Don't care about other people's eyes. I used to use the fruit of the sacred tree to detoxify my appearance, and I was surrounded by all kinds of eyes every day. When I led the cavalry to attack the Tatar royal court, The people in this city call it the 'Wala Evil Ghost'. But look at the same place, the same group of people, they say - 'God Bless the Holy Khan'. What does this mean?"

Su Yan said: "It shows that as long as a person is strong enough, all prejudices will surrender to him, and all differences from ordinary people will become part of his unique charm."

Altan smiled: "Unig, you are not smart, but wise."

"What's the difference?"

"Seeing clearly is the difference between seeing clearly."

The Lord of the Northern Desert...except for using human bones to make weapons, he is not a barbarian.Su Yan hesitated for a moment, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "Holy Khan, let's talk about it. Can we use other things instead of human bones to make utensils in the future? I'm really a little apprehensive."

Altan was startled for a moment, then smiled, and was about to tell him "I was teasing you that time", when a Beimo woman in a shepherd's robe suddenly rushed out from the sideways, holding a six or seven-year-old girl in her arms. The older child knelt down in front of Altan's horse with a plop.

With tears all over her face, the woman cried out sadly: "Holy Khan... please my child!" She put the child on the ground, crawled two steps forward, held Altan's foot in a very humble gesture, and held the child He put the sole of his boot on top of his head, begging bitterly, "Only you can save him, big witch, I am willing to use my body, soul and eternal life to exchange this child's life, please save him!"

She was too close, and it was a great offense to touch the body of the Holy Khan casually. The guards of the king's tent at the back of the palace rushed over immediately and pulled her away without saying a word.

Altan stretched out his hand to stop them, got off his horse, and approached the woman who was pinned down by the guards and was still pleading.

Su Yan also got off the horse and tried to help the emaciated child who was sitting on the ground, but found that his whole body was weak, his lower limbs were swollen and paralyzed, turned outward like a frog's legs, his skin was covered with bruises and blood spots, His face was as pale as if he was enduring pain all the time.The child opened his mouth numbly, exposing the gums that had shrunk and turned black after the teeth fell out, and looked at the begging woman and whispered softly: "Eck... Eke..."

Altan signaled the guards to let go, and asked the woman: "Which tribe do you belong to? How many people in the tribe are sick like your child?"

The woman choked up and said the name of a small tribe belonging to Tatar, saying that more than half of the people in the tribe, both adults and children, suffered from this disease, and her child had the most serious symptoms. He almost went into shock because of the pain two days ago And breathless.It was so hard to ask for a shaman, but the other party took a look and said that it could not be cured. She really had no choice but to stay outside the palace and wait for the holy khan to appear.

Saint Khan Altan is a noble shaman, the son of the supreme tree, and only a little blessing can save her child. The woman believes so firmly that she is willing to pay any price for it.

Su Yan looked at this child who was tortured so badly by the illness, his heart was moved with compassion, and at the same time, he vaguely felt that these symptoms were familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere in his previous life...not in reality, but in books or movies ...

"How long has it been since you had tea?" Altan asked.

The woman cried: "It's been almost two years... I can't buy it anywhere, and the passing merchants occasionally have a little tea cake, the price is more expensive than gold... They said that because of the war with Mingguo, the horse market on the border was closed, it was difficult Then change to tea, unless...unless the man in the family joins the army and goes to Ming country to plunder, and maybe get some back. But my man and uncle have already died in battle, and only my mother-in-law and I are left in the family, the only male This is the child... Holy Khan, please do me a favor and save this child!"

The woman pressed her forehead tightly into the dust on the ground.Altan's expression was serious, and he ordered his guards: "Give her ten catties of tea leaves. Give her ten cans of goji sour juice in stock. In addition, allocate twenty times the amount and send it to her tribe."

The woman raised her head with tears on her face, and Altan said to her: "Take these to feed your child, feed some every day, and it will gradually recover after a few months. Maybe it will not be as strong as ordinary people in the future, but at least you can keep it healthy." life."

The woman finally felt relieved, kowtowed to express her gratitude, and recited the words in praise of the Holy Khan over and over again aloud.

Altan turned around and walked to Su Yan, stretched out his hand to hold the top of the child's skull, and said in a deep voice, "You are a son of the prairie, as tough as a wolf and as tenacious as an eagle. Go, go to your mother!"

The child blinked a few times in a daze, slipped from Su Yan's arms, dragged his swollen and painful lower limbs, crawled towards the woman who kept kowtowing, and screamed: "Erk!"

Altan said to Su Yan in Chinese: "This is caused by the lack of tea, fruits and vegetables for a long time."

Su Yan recalled that it was a movie about medieval sailors.He whispered: "——scurvy."

Nomadic peoples mainly eat meat and cheese. If they do not take enough vitamins for a long time, they are prone to scurvy.Tea leaves not only contain vitamins to prevent and treat scurvy, alkaloids and tea polyphenols that can lower blood fat and improve digestion, but can also be sterilized and sterilized when boiled instead of raw water, and made into tea bricks and tea cakes for easy carrying and storage. For people in Central Plains, it is just a drink, but for people in Beimo, it is a necessity of life.

For hundreds of years, the irreplaceable importance of tea has even become one of the fuses of many wars between the North Desert and the Central Plains.

Therefore, when Altan was still the great prince of Oara, the test given to him by the elders of the clan was to go to the Central Plains to exchange tea with horses.It was also that trip that completely reversed the trajectory of his life to a direction that even the shaman and old witch could not predict.

Altan bent down and pulled up Su Yan, who was half-squatting on the ground, and said, "Instead of relying on the breath of the Central Plains and allowing them to jam our necks, it is better to send troops south and flatten the Great Wall. and other necessary resources are directly transported to the North Desert.”

Su Yan retorted subconsciously: "The fire of war will inevitably destroy people's lives. How can the people of the Central Plains be blamed?"

Altan asked, "Why are the people in the northern desert so innocent?" He pointed at the Tatar woman who was walking behind the guards and staggering with her child in her arms. No right to live?"

Su Yan was stunned, and murmured: "There will always be a fundamental solution, I believe...but definitely not through war."

"At present, only war can knock on the gate of Ming Kingdom." Altan held Su Yan's wrist tightly, "Don't forget that you are my Unig. You are in the land of Beimo, beside me, The heart should be here too."

Su Yan was very conflicted. On the one hand, he never wanted to be an accessory of any person or force, and on the other hand, he was grateful for Altan's life-saving grace and caring for him.He sympathized with the mother and son and other people in Beimo who had the same experience. At the same time, he had a faint sense of bond and belonging to the "Da Ming" far in the south.

Could it be the nostalgia for the homeland brought along with the skin of the original owner?Or is it the empathic role of past life homes in this parallel world?Su Yan couldn't tell either.

Seeing Su Yan pursed his lips and did not answer, Altan was suddenly startled.He originally wanted to wait a few more days for Su Yan's residual wounds and diseases to heal, but he changed his mind at this time, not only to detoxify, but also to leave Su Yan's body and mind completely behind.

He grabbed Su Yan's waist and put him on his mount, then got on the horse and turned around and galloped towards the palace.

Su Yan was a little surprised: "Going back to the palace? Don't you continue to visit the sub-city in the south?"

Vice City is a settlement of immigrants from the Central Plains, and now Altan feels more and more that his Unig is like a fox that is nostalgic for his homeland, and will slip away from his arms at any time, and will never come back.

——He has to tame him, let him have no second thoughts.

Altan rode his horse back to the palace without saying a word, strode through the corridor carrying Su Yan, who was constantly protesting, and the palace door was tightly closed under the meaningful eyes of the guards.

On the porch outside the temple gate, the mixed-race guard who returned to his post seemed to be a little distracted. The companion who watched the show deliberately asked him: "Hesi, did you plead guilty to the Holy Khan last night?"

The half-race guard gritted his teeth and ignored him.

The man teased again: "If you don't dare to say it, you have to say it. If someone tells you the secret first, the end will be even worse. I said Hesi, my brother will give you a piece of advice. Later—no, it will definitely not be over later It will take at least a day and a half - wait until Holy Khan leaves the dormitory with satisfaction, and then you go to plead guilty to him, maybe you will be given a lighter punishment."

The half-blood guard He Si said coldly: "You don't have to deal with my affairs. Be careful to be beaten up by me after changing guards!"

The other party shrank his neck back, muttering kindly as a donkey's liver and lungs.

After standing upright for a while, Hess turned his head back, glanced at the closed and heavy palace door, and felt the cold and smooth touch between his chest and abdomen, which still remained on his skin.

The door of the dormitory closed behind him, and Su Yan patted Altan's back forcefully, shouting: "Put me down, your shoulders hit my stomach, I'm going to vomit!"

Altan put him down.Su Yan's feet went limp, and he sat on the thick and soft colored felt carpet and gasped for breath.

Altan knelt down halfway, looking down at the targeted fox like a preying hawk.But when Su Yan raised his face to meet him, the animalistic part of those golden pupils gradually faded away, replaced by a passion full of expectation.

At this moment Su Yan was in a daze, thinking that he had seen such a pair of eyes before, but the pupil color was not pure gold, but peridot-like yellow-green, like a warm and refreshing autumn sun, sprinkled on the lush grassland.

"...Have we met before?" He asked mysteriously.He completely forgot how he answered Altan when he asked the same question in the tent at the foot of the Yin Mountain.

Altan stretched out his hand, and touched the eyebrow on Su Yan's forehead with his fingertips.

It was supposed to be light blue, with dark lines like bamboo on the satin surface. Someone used it to tie the sideburns on the back of the head, so the bamboo leaf jade pendant at the end hung down on the blue silk, knocking each other as they walked... Al Thinking about it frankly, I vaguely heard the crisp sound of Qing Lingling in my ears, like a clear spring on a stone.

He remembered that in the ruined temple in the deserted village on a rainy night, the bonfire lit up the face of the scholar in blue—with a frank expression, he said to him with a little embarrassment:

"I have another merciless request...can I touch your tattoo?"

In the flames, it was indeed Su Yan's face!

——If that person is Su Yan, then who is Su Yan?

Is it really just an ordinary Central Plains scholar who traveled around the world in order to avoid the imperial examination and strayed into the battlefield?Or, as Su Yan himself said, is he a dead man who revived his soul?

In the front camp where the two armies clashed, on the ice and snow river bank after the storm, it suddenly appeared in his eyes, crashing into his arms like falling from the sky, was it really just an accident?

...But at this moment, these are not important.

Status is unimportant, purpose is unimportant, and even position is unimportant—he is Altan, and he is Unig, and that is enough.

Altan pulled open the front of his chest, exposing his mountain-like shoulders and chest from the two layers of leather robes, allowing the sleeves of the upper body to hang down on his crotch.Around his neck is a gold necklace with rich patterns, and a diamond-shaped pendant inlaid with emeralds hangs down in the center of the tattooed crown, like the heart of a sacred tree.

Dark skin, blood-colored tattoos, gold and emeralds complement each other, Su Yan was shocked by this visual impact, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and pressed his palm on the tattoo on the opponent's abdomen.

"Is it my good touch, or his good touch?"

"Who?" Su Yan was taken aback for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, he withdrew his hand like a fire.

Altan maintained a half-kneeling posture, leaning towards him slowly, with a low and hoarse voice: "That Asowei outside the door, do you know his name?"

Su Yan's mind was disconnected for a few seconds before he realized that what the other party was talking about might be the half-race guard whose belly he touched yesterday, and he showed an embarrassed dry smile: "I don't know. At that time, my hands were numb from the cold, so I took him away." Just a joke. What, he complained to the Holy Khan?"

"He apologized to me last night. You know what I told him?"

Su Yan vaguely remembered seeing the half-race guard following behind him before entering the door, which meant that the other party did not lose his head because of this incident, nor was he seriously injured. And if it hurts the innocent, it will really hurt people a lot.

"It was me who was bored and made fun of him for a while. Shenghan knew right from wrong, so naturally he wouldn't be too harsh on a guard who dared not fight back."

Altan said: "I told him, if he touched you, I would cut off his hand. If you touched him..."

Su Yan suddenly became nervous: "Just cut off my hand?"

"He could refuse, but he didn't. So I punished him to guard the prisoners after finishing today's shift, and consider transferring him back after he has made meritorious service."

Fortunately, it was just demoted.Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief again, and muttered: "Don't worry, I won't touch anything in the future, just fish."

Altan grabbed his hand and pressed it back on his tattoo: "You can touch me."

Su Yan smiled, and pulled his hand back vigorously: "It's so strange to be touched by a big man like me, it's better to find a woman to serve... Well, at Shenghan's age, he should have already established a princess, er, he has established a princess." Don't, if you don't bring them, there are many beautiful and noble women in the city to choose from..."

Altan let go, and at the moment when he was lucky to break free, he wrapped his arms around his waist and moved forward.

Su Yan slammed into the opponent's arms again, the tip of his nose hit the gold necklace, his nasal cavity was sore, and he almost burst into tears.

Altan pressed his chin heavily on his forehead and said, "You promised to detoxify me, have you forgotten?"

Of course Su Yan remembered, but the current situation didn't look like detoxification, but rather hooliganism.He stuttered and said: "Just now outside the palace, didn't Sheng Khan say to use... the fruit of the sacred tree to detoxify? Didn't it work? I really don't know medical skills, and I can't make an antidote."

"You want to go back on your word?"

"It's not... just trying to figure out what's going on."

It is to use your body and mind as medicine to detoxify my blood.

But Altan didn't want to say these cold and heartless words to Su Yan.The medicinal power of the fruit of the sacred tree is too strong, and the sequelae such as temperament change and memory loss caused by detoxification have not yet recovered.He himself is not very clear about the cause and effect of this matter, how can he speak?

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Unig, are you willing to believe me?"

Su Yan thought for a while, and felt that Altan had not done anything to hurt him or deceive him so far, except that the two had slight differences in certain concepts (of course this is no wonder, the family and friends who get along day and night Even if there are differences, not to mention different worlds and different eras), he can't find any faults.

Besides, since he came to this world, the person he has been with the longest, communicated with the most, and benefited the most is Altan. If he doesn't trust him, who else can he trust in this foreign country?

So Su Yan nodded sincerely: "I would like to believe that Sheng Khan is an upright person who will not bully the weak or bully others."

This is not an ideal answer, but at least it says "yes".Altan stood up, opened the drawer, took out a rod bell, and placed it neatly on the top of the cabinet.

Su Yan was a little curious: "Is this a shaman magic weapon?"

"One of them." Al Tan said, "It was made for me by Master's hands, as a parting gift. The bell was dismantled from the magic weapon he had used all his life, and the pole was directly taken from the branch of the sacred tree. Do you know about the sacred tree?" A tree has a saying - 'A branch and a leaf are itself'?"

Su Yan was a little curious about the "divine tree" he was talking about, because he remembered that in the legends of some nations and even many countries, there is indeed a saying that "the center of the world is a giant tree", including the so-called connection between heaven and earth in the Central Plains mythology. The "built wood" also bears the shadow of this ancient totem worship.

Of course, myths are just myths. Su Yan guessed that even if the "divine tree" mentioned by Altan existed, it was just a towering ancient tree with a long lifespan and a large volume.As for the fruit can detoxify, isn't it normal?How many Chinese herbal medicines that have been used so far are not all bark, grass roots, petals, and fruit stones?

——This is people's national culture and religious beliefs, which must be respected.Su Yan said to himself.

So Altan pulled him and knelt down facing the barbell, with his wrists crossed and his palms on his chest, as if he wanted to worship or make a wish, but he didn't refuse.

Altan asked him, "I say something, and you follow me, is that okay?"

Su Yan couldn't speak Beimo language, but he was articulate and imitative, and he could follow the pronunciation of every sentence, so he nodded.

In the oldest Oirat language, Altan solemnly said: "I, Altan, make a wish in front of the supreme sacred tree."

Su Yan followed the gourd drawing: "I—" He paused for a while, and he learned from one instance, cleverly replaced "Altan" with his own name, "Su Yan, make a wish in front of the supreme sacred tree." .”

Altan glanced at him very happily, and continued: "I would like to be a lifelong partner with the people around me."

Su Yan: "I would like to be a lifelong partner with the people around me."

Altan: "Give body and soul to each other."

Su Yan: "Give your body and soul to the other party."

Altan: "Longevity is in the sky, and the sun, moon and stars are witnesses. Please grant us eternal happiness from the sacred tree."

This sentence is a bit long, and Su Yan's pronunciation is not accurate, but he still repeats it clearly.

He was still waiting for Altan to say the next sentence with his ears pricked up, guessing whether he was going to pick up some herbal medicine as an antidote after the prayer, but the other party turned around and threw him on the carpet.

Su Yan was startled: "What are you doing?"

Altan surrounded him with his burly body, stroking his eyebrows and cheeks with his fingers, like a giant beast holding a fox that had nowhere to escape, and licking its fur with the utmost control.

Now Su Yan finally realized the seriousness of the problem, and shouted in fear: "Holy Khan!"

Altan lifted the hairband above his eyebrows with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's called 'Eri', or... Husband."