The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, illuminating the entire earth with brightness and warmth.

Meng Yi, accompanied by Lu Su and two or three maids, bid farewell to his eldest brother, second brother and two sisters-in-law with reluctance under the strict protection of eight family guards including Meng Xin.

The carriage slowly drove to the south gate of Jiuyuan City, where Ying Bu, Han Xin, Li Ziwei, Xiao He and their families had been waiting for a long time.

Meng Yi bowed respectfully to everyone and said, "Thank you all for waiting. Let's set off now!"

Everyone said in unison: "Yes."

The group consisted of five carriages, fifteen strong horses, eighteen adults, and a young child. The child was Xiao He's two-year-old son, who was held tightly in his mother's arms, looking around curiously.

Among the maids, there is a woman with a special identity. She is the head maid beside Yu Shu and also Meng Xin’s fiancée. Her name is Xuemei.

Before leaving, Meng Yi specifically instructed Lu Su to ask his eldest sister-in-law Yu Shu, and successfully won Xuemei over. After all, Meng Yi was going to take Meng Xin away, and of course he couldn't let this loving couple be forced to separate.

At this moment, Xuemei stood quietly by, her gaze gently fixed on Meng Xin, her eyes filled with joy and longing. She bit her lip gently, as if trying to suppress her inner emotions. Meng Xin, on the other hand, would periodically turn back to look at Xuemei. Their gazes, though silent, spoke volumes.

The carriage that Lu Su rode in was not only spacious inside, but also covered with soft and gorgeous cushions and pillows, giving people a comfortable feeling.

In comparison, the other carriages seemed rather shabby. Their carriages were ordinary, just like ordinary carriages. Seeing this, Meng Yi decided without hesitation to let Xiao He's wife, Tian, ​​and their young child ride in this more comfortable carriage.

At this moment, Tian was frantically taking care of the child, her face revealing a trace of fatigue and worry. Meng Yi stepped forward and said softly, "Sister-in-law, the child is young and the journey will be bumpy. Please take him in this carriage." Tian's eyes flashed with gratitude, and she quickly nodded in thanks.

So, gratefully, Tian took the child aboard Lu Su's carriage. The child looked around curiously, his eyes filled with a desire to explore the unknown world. Lu Su smiled at the child, her eyes filled with tenderness and love. She handed the snack to the child.

Xiao He stood aside, his heart filled with gratitude towards Meng Yi. He knew that Meng Yi's decision was not only for the safety of the child, but also a concern for his subordinates.

The group began their journey to Xianyang, chatting and laughing along the way.

"Brother Yingbu, what are your plans for this trip?" Li Ziwei asked.

"I am still the same as before, following the general around, killing enemies and making meritorious deeds!" Ying Bu said, patting his chest.

"I think you want to achieve great things and then marry a beautiful wife." Han Xin joked with a smile.

Ying Bu blushed, "I haven't met the right one yet."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Lu Su and Tian Shi were taking care of the child in the carriage. The little one was full of energy and kept asking questions.

"Aunt, the scenery outside is so beautiful. Where are we going?" Lu Su patiently answered the child's question, while Tian watched the scene with satisfaction.

Five or six days passed as the caravan slowly advanced, gradually moving away from Jiuyuan City and heading towards the unknown city of Xianyang. They moved south along both sides of the Yellow River, like a long dragon winding across the land.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. Lu Su was puzzled and was about to ask when she heard Meng Yi excitedly shouting, "Madam, madam, come out and take a look!" His voice revealed an irrepressible excitement.

Everyone exited the carriages and stood on the bank of the Yellow River. Lü Su nestled gently in Meng Yi's arms. Meanwhile, Xiao He and his family of three, Meng Xin, and Xuemei also arrived. Others gathered in groups of two or three, admiring the magnificent scenery before them.

The Yellow River surges relentlessly, its waves surging with majestic force. Like a wild horse unbridled, it gallops freely across the vast expanse of land. The rolling waves, splashing forth sheets of glittering water, are a visual feast bestowed upon humanity by nature.

Sunlight shone on the river, casting a golden glow. A gentle breeze brought a cool breeze, making people feel relaxed and happy. In the distance, the mountains rolled up and down, like a beautiful painting. The sky was as blue as a gem, with white clouds floating in it, giving people endless reverie.

Meng Yi was shocked by the beautiful scenery before him. He gazed at the Yellow River quietly, and a feeling of heroism surged in his heart.

This great river has witnessed countless historical changes and carries the hopes and dreams of the Chinese nation.

He could not help but marvel at the wonders of nature, saying aloud, "Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River come from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning? Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening? When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend a fortune, I will get it back. Cooking sheep and cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at a time..."

At this moment, everyone is immersed in the embrace of nature, feeling its power and charm, forgetting their fatigue and worries, leaving only the yearning and pursuit for a better life.

After a long while, everyone came back to their senses. Ying Bu sighed, "When life is good, we should enjoy it to the fullest, and not let the golden cup face the moon empty." Han Xin was immersed in the thought, "I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, I will get it back."

Xiao He clapped his hands and praised, "Young General, what a wonderful poem! What a heroic spirit this is! Only with lofty aspirations and a broad mind could one have such artistic conception."

Ying Bu laughed and said, "Brother Xiao, you may not know that on the other side of the Yangtze River, the young general also recited a poem."

Xiao He and others immediately became interested and urged Ying Bu to speak quickly.

At this time, everyone was sitting in the pavilion by the river, enjoying the magnificent river view and listening to Ying Bu telling the story of the young general.

The pavilion is surrounded by green trees, the breeze blows gently, the river surface shimmers, and the mountains in the distance are looming.

Ying Bu's voice drifted on the breeze, transporting everyone back to that poetic scene. "Eastward the mighty river flows, its waves washing away the heroes of the ages. West of the old fortress, people say it is the land of Wu'an and Jin, the land of Chu. Rocks pierce the sky, waves crash against the shore, stirring up thousands of piles of snow. The landscape is picturesque, and so many heroes stood there..."

Han Xin clapped his hands repeatedly and praised: "Young General, you are not only a master of martial arts, but also a master of literary talent. I admire you very much."

Before Meng Yi could speak, Xiao He continued, "The young general once asked me: What is a scholar? What is a real man? Brother, please tell me."

Han Xin pondered for a moment, then said firmly: "When a man is angry, blood will be splattered three feet!"

Xiao He smiled and said, "The young general said: 'Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity.'"

Han Xin was deeply moved after hearing this, and his admiration for Meng Yi grew even stronger.

Meng Yi waved his hand modestly and said, "Thank you for your praise, brothers. I was just moved by the magnificent scenery I saw at that time."

Everyone praised Meng Yi for his extraordinary talent.

After the rest, the convoy continued to move forward. The scenery along the way was breathtaking and everyone was in a good mood.

In the evening, the convoy arrived at a village and decided to rest there for the night.

That night, Lu Su snuggled in Meng Yi's arms and said coquettishly, "My dear, when life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest. You write so well, it's like a poet descending to earth!"

Meng Yi gently stroked Lu Su's hair and said with a smile, "Those don't count. They just popped out of my head. They can't be considered my talent. I'm just an ordinary mortal."

Lu Su said coquettishly: "I don't care, when will my husband write a poem for me?"

Meng Yi lifted Lu Su's chin and said lovingly, "My dear, if I were to write a poem for you, I wouldn't be so careless. I need time to conceive it!"

Lu Su asked softly, "How long will it take?"

Meng Yi stared into Lu Su's eyes and said affectionately, "I hope it will be forever." After that, he kissed her gently.

Lu Su's face flushed red and she shyly buried her head in Meng Yi's arms.