The princess is killing like crazy again

Xiao Yurong thought carefully and managed to recall that the Balmain tribe seemed to have come that year, but was rejected by Emperor Xiao.

Zuba said: "It was too cold, so my Ata brought me to Chule with him, bringing all the gold, silver and jewelry in the tribe, hoping to exchange it for food to survive the winter, and hoping that Chule would make us a subordinate tribe."

"But my father refused." Xiao Yurong said this ending on behalf of Zuba.

"Yes." Zuba nodded.

The Balman tribesmen who came to Chule at that time did not understand the etiquette of Chule, and their way of performing the ceremony was different from that of Chule, which made Emperor Xiao very unhappy. However, considering that they were barbarians from a distant country, it was inconvenient to care about it.

Emperor Xiao didn't care, but the group of cunning people under him were determined to embarrass the people of the Balmain tribe when they got the chance.

Facing the mocking looks of the crowd, Zuba watched his usually strong father kneel on the ground and kowtow several times to Emperor Xiao.

A minister asked Zuba’s father to show sincerity and let him perform in front of so many lives.

Ask him to sing, he sang. Ask him to dance, he danced. Ask him to dance with a sword, he also danced.

Even though he was sweating and panting after all this, those people had no intention of letting him go.

They look different from ordinary people and wear heavy, simple and strange ethnic costumes, which are completely different from the people who were born and raised here.

He and their Balmain tribe were like clowns in the eyes of these people.

"After all, I am asking for help. Can't the Khan even do this?"

"Everyone praises the Khan of the Barman tribe for caring about his people. Now your people are suffering from the cold and have nowhere to hide. Are you not willing to pay a price?"

"They are barbarians after all, not worthy of being on the table."

In the face of such a challenging voice, my father was able to swallow his anger and continue to put on a smile.

That left a huge impression on Zuba.

Ata was a hero in his mind, the eagle of the forty-nine tribes of the northern kingdom.

But it turns out that such an invincible person would also bow to the power and kneel on the ground begging for a little food.

It turns out that people can be divided into different classes, and it turns out that the South is so fertile and warm even in winter.

It turns out that these people are so worthless.

What a worthless life.

Zuba watched his father kneeling on the ground begging Emperor Xiao to give him some food and allow their tribe to trade with Chu Le, hoping to get Xiao Yurong to Chu Le's protection.

Emperor Xiao originally did not intend to bestow these gifts, but Xiao Yurong was brought here by Xiao Yuxie.

"My son is here." Emperor Xiao smiled, bent down, picked up the young Xiao Yurong and placed him next to him.

Zuba raised his head to look at Xiao Yurong. Xiao Yurong was hugging a fluffy white fox fur coat, with her dark green skirt swirling around her. She looked like a lovely little fairy, with a palace door of glazed glass and warm fragrance.

Fox fur is resistant to the cold of winter. Xiao Yurong's snow-white face is hidden in the fur. She stands on the hundred-foot-high steps and looks down from above.

In fact, they were too far away, and Zuba couldn't see the face under Emperor Xiao's crown, nor could he see Xiao Yurong's expression.

But that feeling always remained in his heart, haunting his dreams.

No matter whether it is the cute and lovely Xiao Yurong many years ago, or the misleading Xiao Yurong with red face and green hair after many years, the green dress or the red dress is Chu Le.

That was the Chu Le in his mind, the Utopia in his mind.

Xiao Yurong is a symbol of the prosperity of Chu music.

It turned out that was Chu Le. This was what Zuba thought when he first saw Xiao Yurong.

"Father, is it very cold there?" Xiao Yurong asked, looking up.

"Yes, Rongrong also wants to see the scenery of the North?" Emperor Xiao touched her head.

Xiao Yurong shook his head, "I just want to stay with my father."

Emperor Xiao laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, my dear Rongrong, stay with father and don't go anywhere."

"But, Father, if I accidentally get lost one day and go to the North Country, will my life be miserable? Will I have nothing to eat and nothing to wear?" Xiao Yurong hugged Emperor Xiao's thigh, "I don't want to leave Chu Le, I don't want to leave Father."

"How could that be? My little princess, you will naturally have peony cakes to eat and beautiful clothes to wear for the rest of your life." Emperor Xiao pinched Xiao Yurong's round face, which still had some baby fat.

He was infinitely indulgent towards his daughter who was raised by his side, but he was an emperor.

The jewels sent by the Balmain tribe were of no importance to him, but he still agreed to the request for food and fodder.

Emperor Xiao wrote in his own handwriting: "Chu Le is rich in products and has everything. It does not rely on foreign goods to meet its needs. However, because Chu Le's products are necessary for your tribe, I have shown you my kindness and compassion, and my gifts are quite unusual."

Emperor Xiao did not agree to allow the Balman tribe to become a subordinate tribe, but he still gave Zuba and his men several carts of food and fodder for the winter.

Zuba deeply realized that even if Emperor Xiao was willing to give them food and fodder, it was not because they begged so humbly to please Chu Le.

Emperor Xiao was touched by Xiao Yurong's words. He didn't want Xiao Yurong to be stranded outside with no one to rely on one day and end up like people like them.

Their humbleness was not as important as Xiao Yurong's words.

Zuba realized what had happened only when he looked at his tearful father.

"Why is that kid dressed like that? Isn't he cold? He's so chubby." Xiao Yurong pointed at Zuba and laughed.

The childish words did not sound like an insult, but they made Emperor Xiao laugh, so the ministers laughed along with him.

The gray Zuba lowered his head even lower. His winter coat was so heavy that it almost bent his shoulders.

"Father, can you please ask him to play with me for a while?" Xiao Yurong asked with a blink of his eyes.

Emperor Xiao was a little hesitant, and it was obvious that he felt that the barbarians were not worthy of playing with Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong pulled his hand and acted coquettishly: "Anyway, the banquet will be over in a while, I am so bored, I like his eyes, father, please let him play with me for a while."

"Okay, go ahead." Emperor Xiao patted her head but still did not refuse her request.

Zuba had no right to refuse and let Xiao Yurong drag him out of the palace.

When he crossed the threshold of the palace, he heard the meaningful voice of Emperor Xiao behind him: "Let him play with my son for a while, and I am willing to give the Balman tribe another ten carts of food and fodder."

In fact, Xiao Yurong didn't ask Zuba to play with her. She actually liked Zuba's emerald eyes.

"I've never seen hair and eyes like this." Xiao Yurong held Zuba's head and looked at it.

The more seriously she looked, the lower Zuba lowered his head.

Xiao Yurong didn't take it to heart at all. When Zuba was about to leave, she even gave Zuba a small hand warmer.

The heater is exquisitely made and covered with a layer of fluffy rabbit fur felt, which feels very warm when held in the hands.

Zuba stared at the hand warmer in a daze, not saying anything for a long time.

"I'm giving it to you. Your hands are so cold that they're bleeding." Xiao Yurong said.

"I can't accept expensive gifts." Zuba shook his head slightly.

"Valuable?" Xiao Yurong laughed. "Take it. I have plenty. Even if it's something valuable, I have plenty."

Zuba stopped talking and lowered his head.

Xiao Yurong said, "Although the emperor has already given you food, I will send you a few more carts of food and grass. You are in great need of it, right?"

Zuba looked up at her in astonishment.

She put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and said proudly, "With my own fief, plus what my father gave me, I can at least help you get through this winter, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Zuba kneel down on the ground.

She uttered a soft "ah" as if she was a little surprised, "What are you doing?"

At this moment, Zuba seemed to understand why his father in the palace could put his face under his feet and let others trample on it.

Because dignity, honor and disgrace are not as real as a meal, and are not as important as the lives of fellow tribesmen.

As long as I can get through this winter, as long as I can survive, nothing else matters.

Little Zuba buried his head in his palms and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

"Puchi." The servants around Xiao Yurong seemed unable to hold back their laughter.

They found it amusing that the ignorant strangers would perform such an ungraceful act of courtesy and speak such rude words for such a small matter.

Xiao Yurong glanced at them and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

They immediately fell silent.

"It's just a small favor, but you have to remember my kindness." Xiao Yurong crossed his arms and said, "I am a person who repays favors, so when you become successful, you must repay me well. Do you understand?"

Zuba was still crawling on the ground, looking up at Xiao Yurong, somewhat bewildered.

Who would tell others this?

Xiao Yurong understood, but she still smiled: "You look like someone who will become a great man in the future. You have great ambitions. I will wait and see."

She turned and left, the dark green silk skirt gently brushing Zuba's rough fingertips, feeling slightly cool and soft.

Zuba's fingertips twitched as if burned, and then he subconsciously pinched the hem of Xiao Yurong's skirt.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yurong lowered his eyes and looked over.

He was afraid of dirtying the hem of her skirt, and also afraid that his calloused hands would scratch her beloved skirt, or perhaps he was afraid of Xiao Yurong's look.

Zuba loosened his grip, and the silk skirt flowed from his fingertips as if it had life and slipped away.

Xiao Yurong just turned around and left, followed by many servants.

Zuba stood alone in the cold night holding a hand warmer, watching the snow drift by, and the hand warmer in his arms gradually lost its temperature.

My hands, which were red from freezing and cracked and bleeding, began to itch unbearably because of the warmth, and so did my heart.

It will be like this in every warm moment thereafter, and the areas that were once frostbitten will begin to itch unbearably.

Thinking of Xiao Yurong, it's the same.

Xiao Yurong's scars were like those left by frostbite.

Even minor injuries will cause lifelong, irreversible dull pain.

Even so, Xiao Yurong still didn't recall much of his impression of Zuba.

She has experienced so much that those scenes in the plays that amazed the world are just ordinary things to her.

Among so many amazing memories, Zuba only occupies a small corner.

It has been covered in dust for a long time, and it is too difficult to remember it.

"In that case, you probably don't like Jiangnan." Xiao Yurong said.

"I like her." Zuba shook his head, "She is still the Utopia I like."

Xiao Yurong looked at him in surprise, "You want to go south just for a harbor that won't freeze over?"

"Yes." Zuba lowered his eyes with a look of expectation, "Sea, spring, warmth. I hope that the children in the North can have enough to eat and wear warm clothes."

He turned his head to look at Xiao Yurong, "Princess, you don't want to live in a cold place. Shanshan's capital is indeed too cold. What about Nanzhou? Nanzhou is like spring all year round. Are you willing to live there for a long time?"

"Zuba!" Xiao Yurong's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Yeah." Zuba responded and looked into Xiao Yurong's eyes seriously.

Xiao Yurong felt palpitations for a long time, "Don't talk nonsense."

Zuba lowered his eyes, "Okay."

What does Nanzhou mean? Forget Shanshan. Do the 49 tribes of the Northern Kingdom intend to take down Chule and make Nanzhou the new capital of the Northern Kingdom?

Xiao Yurong couldn't control herself from thinking too much. Chu Le treated the Balmain tribe very badly. She didn't think Zuba would be grateful to Chu Le.

Not to mention that over the years, the forty-nine tribes of the Northern Kingdom have repeatedly invaded the towns around Chu Le in order to survive, and the people on both sides are hostile to each other.

She had no way of ensuring that Zuba didn't have such thoughts.

She told Zuba to stop talking nonsense, and Zuba didn't seem confused or understand what she meant. Instead, he responded with an "OK," as if he knew what she was thinking.

Zuba changed the subject, pointed to a line of words in the book and asked, "What does this mean?"

I remember the green silk skirt, and I pity the fragrant grass everywhere.

"This poem is 'Shengcha Zi', which means to remember the green silk skirt that your lover wore. Even when you see green grass in the future, you should think of your lover and cherish it." Xiao Yurong said.

Knowing that Zuba didn't understand, she explained: "This is a lover's exhortation before parting, and also a promise. Everywhere the grass is fragrant, I will always remember your skirt. Don't break your heart and forget about me."

Zuba's eyes flickered with an ambiguous light and shadow, "Even if you see lush grass, will you pity it because of the green skirt that is similar to the one you love?"

Xiao Yurong said: "The sight of the scene brings back emotions. This is what it means to love someone and his dog."

"How do you pronounce it?" Zuba asked.

"Remember the green silk skirt, and pity the fragrant grass everywhere." Xiao Yurong taught him word by word.

Zuba followed her, frowning slightly, and reciting slowly and awkwardly: "Remember the green silk skirt, and pity the fragrant grass everywhere."

"No." Xiao Yurong repeated it again, patiently correcting his pronunciation, "Remember the green silk skirt, and pity the fragrant grass everywhere."

The dim light of the setting sun shone on Xiao Yurong's profile, quietly and silently.

Zuba's eyes softened a little, and he imitated Xiao Yurong, "Remember the green Luo skirt, and pity the fragrant grass everywhere."

"Yes." Xiao Yurong nodded and then taught him a few words.

Zuba was naturally intelligent and made rapid progress.

After taking a look at the sky, Xiao Yuhe wrote, "Let's stop here today. I can come and teach you next time."

"I'm leaving tomorrow," Zuba said.

"You're leaving?" Xiao Yurong was stunned for a moment, but he wasn't too surprised. "You handled it pretty quickly."

Zuba nodded and said, "Three cities, I offer them to you."

Xiao Yurong smiled and asked, "Do you need me to give you a ride?"

"No need." Zuba shook his head and hesitated again, "Will you... write to me?"