The Rebirth of Da Yan

No matter how you look at the person in front of him, he must be Ruodi, the master of the previous life. Qing Yun was stunned, his mind went blank.

When he was reborn, Qing Yun did pay attention to the era he lived in and knew that it was the same as his previous life, but he never considered the possibility of meeting Ruo Di again.After all, in a small town that is not on the border, there are very few opportunities to contact the Huns, and Ruodi would not come to Chang'an, the capital of Han.

Qing Yun never thought of looking for him. Life as a slave is still her nightmare, but she just thinks of him occasionally.Originally thought that the entanglement of the previous life was over, he also successfully accepted the fact that he was reborn as another person, got used to the current life, had kind parents and a good family background, and was about to graduate from elementary school and enter the Imperial Academy, but At this point in time, I saw the person whose past life was unclear.

Qing Yun regretted that he was nosy, and he even wanted to go back to the private room immediately and throw himself into his mother's arms to hide.

He suppressed the tremor in his voice, saluted and was about to exit.

"Wait a minute." Ruodi spoke, his voice was as deep and powerful as he remembered.

"The way you speak is very similar to someone I know." Ruodi stood up.

"My name is Ruodi, what's your name?" Ruodi walked up to Qing Yun and stared at him.

Being stared at by him, Qing Yun didn't dare to raise his head anymore, the cold sweat on his back was about to soak his underwear.

"Qing Yun." Qing Yun faltered and said in a very small voice.The pronunciation of Qing Yun and Qing Yun in Xiongnu language is exactly the same. Although Ruodi always called him "little slave" or "little slave" in his previous life, Qing Yun is not sure whether he can remember his name.

"Do you Han people like to be called by this name?" Ruodi snorted disdainfully.

A very contradictory mood suddenly surged in Qing Yun's heart. On the one hand, he wanted to deal with it quickly and leave quickly; What dissatisfaction.

"Although you helped me just now, I won't thank you. I never thank the Han people." Ruodi's voice was full of complacency.

"..." Qing Yun felt speechless, it didn't matter whether he said thanks or not, he just wanted to leave.

"But you helped me, so I can make an exception to drink with you. You know, I only drank with your Han emperor." Ruodi raised the question to himself.

Qing Yun was shocked for the second time, had Ruodi been so cheeky before!Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not surprising that the person who forcibly hugged him to sleep with did such a thing.Qing Yun had no choice but to raise his head, just about to say no, when he suddenly saw the scar on Ruodi's face across the entire forehead, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Your face...!"

Ruodi still had a blank expression on his face: "My Yanshi died. According to the tradition of the Huns, those closest to him should scratch their faces to express their condolences." Return to calm.Qing Yun didn't catch this subtle change. He looked at the hideous scar and guessed that Ruo Di must have used a lot of strength at that time, maybe even scratched his bones. How did he love that Yan? What about Shi's?

While he was in a daze, Ruodi had already walked to the door of Qing's elegant room with the table and case.Qing Yun didn't want to get involved with him any more, before he could figure out a solution, his father brought a few friends over.Among them was Wei Jian, the Great Honglu of the current dynasty.Da Honglu was in charge of foreign affairs, so he had also met Ruodi.Wei Jian is a language genius. Since the opening of the Silk Road, all countries in the Western Regions, large and small, have traded with the Han Dynasty. The emperor once sent Wei Jian to manage the border trade, and he has learned more than a dozen languages. , including the Hun language.

Wei Jian was also a little surprised when he saw Ruodi, and he introduced Ruodi's identity to Qingfeng. Qingfeng didn't understand how the Huns could have anything to do with his son who didn't leave home, so Qingyun could only helplessly put a Tell him everything fifty or ten.Qingfeng didn't think there was anything wrong, anyway, the relationship with the Xiongnu had improved now, and drinking together could promote mutual understanding.He put all the emphasis on Qing Yun, thinking that his son is really very smart, maybe he is also a language genius like Wei Jian.Because just now Qing Yun casually said that his Hun language is from the book.

The restaurant began to serve dishes: roasted crispy suckling pig, fresh and tender river fish, well-steamed beef, as well as various exquisite pastries and novel fruits from the Western Regions. Of course, the most important thing is the restaurant’s own wine, which is not usually eaten You can eat as much as you want today.Ruo Di sat next to Qing Yun, of course he squeezed past by himself.He doesn't know how to use chopsticks, so he can't do anything with river fish.Qingyun's habits from his previous life seemed to wake up automatically. Seeing Ruodi wanting to eat but not being able to eat, Qingyun secretly smiled, but he still quickly processed his fish and handed it to Ruodi.

In the Han Dynasty, meals were shared, and everyone had their own plan, and they were far apart. However, Ruodi was forced in, so he was very close to Qingyun, and he could just raise his hand.Ruodi took it naturally, and only realized something was wrong after eating two pieces with his hands. He usually carefully put aside the food given to him by strangers, and Qing Yun who just met today—a Han Chinese—passed it to him. Why did he eat the food so naturally?It's like eating together like this for decades.

Ruo Di glanced at Qing Yun, but Qing Yun didn't look at him, but concentrated on eating the food on his table.

Wei Jian came over to toast and chatted with Ruodi in the Hun language, but Ruodi was a very bad-spoken person, and chatted with him to death.Wei Jian was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Qing Yun next to him and thought of the miraculous things about Qing Yun. Fortunately, he finally found another topic. spoken in Chinese.

"Youxian King, do you think this is miraculous or not? The Qing family must be blessed by gods! Brother Qingfeng, I would like to toast again!"

Wei Jian went to toast again.

Qing Yun at the side was sweating coldly, for fear that he would show his feet.Ruodi, on the other hand, has been drinking wine thoughtfully since he finished listening to the story.

Fortunately, at this time, the river lanterns in the palace flowed out.

"Let's put the lights on!" "Let's put the lights on!" The crowd was excited.

The members of the Qing family and the guests quickly put down their wine glasses and gathered at the window to watch the first batch of river lanterns drifting slowly over.

Qing Yun is relatively short, leaning in the corner, quietly waiting for the river lantern to drift to a place he can see.The weather in the Shangyuan Festival was still cold, and the wind leaked from the corner of the window, which quickly dissipated a few wisps of fiery alcohol, and Qing Yun couldn't help shrinking his neck.At this time, a fiery chest pressed against his back, dispelling the chill.

Qing Yun didn't need to look to know that the familiar breath was Ruodi.He didn't speak, and Ruodi didn't speak either.

Others were also crowded in front of the window, and no one noticed the extremely close body of the two people at the corner of the window.

There are more and more dots of light, and as the scope expands, the colors gradually become richer and brighter, illuminating every corner of the river and the smiling faces of the people by the river.

For some reason, Qing Yun felt that his eye sockets were suddenly a little wet. He felt that he was having a long dream. The dream had not yet woken up, and the light reflected on his body, carrying the body temperature of the person behind him, making him feel as warm as if he had been sunbaked by the sun. He wanted to look back at Ruodi's face, not knowing what his expression was like now, but when he thought of the scar on his forehead and the Yan family who was deeply rooted by Ruodi's love, he felt dull again.

He looked up at the sky, and there was a bright moon hanging in the dark sky, which was round and big, but the moon in the grassland was lower and bigger than Chang'an. He thought of himself lying outside the dome in his previous life, and Ruodi was sleeping soundly in the dome Breathing, outside the dome are the moon, the stars and myself.I don't know if Ruodi would think of himself occasionally after he died?

The breathing behind him was still steady, with the smell of alcohol.Ruo Di didn't move at all, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After admiring the river lanterns, everyone returned to the wine table.

Tu Qilu and the others also came up to look for Ruodi, so they added a table here, and Qingyun and Ruodi got closer.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Ruodi put his own fish on Qingyun's table.Qing Yun glanced at him, but said nothing.

Tu Qilu was proficient in Chinese, and he quickly got along with the crowd. Qing Feng also taught him the Han people's drinking orders with great interest.The other two Huns were attracted by the delicious food in front of them, and they muttered to each other while eating. Qing Yun heard them saying that it was delicious, can they take it back to the Huns.

Ruodi still ate in silence, he was very fast, half of the roast suckling pig was almost finished, and the pastry plate was already empty.Qing Yun ordered the attendant to tell Xiao Er to serve some more pastries and wine, when Tu Qilu came over to drink with him.

Qing Yun had a good relationship with Tu Qilu in his previous life. Tu Qilugui was the only son of King Zuo Xian, but he was not arrogant. He liked to learn Chinese from Mr. Zhao Yuan. Sometimes Qing Yun was there, and they would study together.His appearance has not changed from Qing Yun's memory, if not for those special blue eyes, it is almost impossible to tell whether he is Han or not.He speaks Chinese very well, and can even quote classics. Qing Yun felt that Tu Qilu was a talented person, so he told him that he was going to go to Taixue soon. If he was interested, he could ask his father to recommend Dr. Yuan.

Tu Qilu was very happy. Rather than living a superior life in a mansion, he hoped to be able to attend classes in a Han Chinese school.Qing Yun led Tu Qilu to find his father.After hearing Tu Qilu's request, Qing Feng immediately agreed, and Wei Jian beside him also agreed, thinking that this was a good opportunity to enhance the relationship between the two parties.

Seeing Qingyun taking the initiative to lead Tu Qilu, Ruodi felt a little stuck. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but Qingyun seemed very happy.Ruodi staring at them was noticed by other Huns, and one of them said, "Ruodi, even if you are dissatisfied with Tu Qilu's approach to the Han people, don't get angry now! Think about the task Shanyu entrusted to us! "

Ruodi snorted and crushed a piece of sweet cake casually.

The banquet lasted very late that night, mother had already brought the female relatives back home, Qing Yun accompanied Qing father to socialize, drank a lot of wine, drunk, Qing Yun's consciousness was hazy.He vaguely remembered that Ruodi came to talk to him afterwards, he didn't remember what he said, and he didn't remember what he answered. When he said goodbye, Tu Qilu hugged him hard, but Ruodi quickly pulled him away. opened, and Ruodi shook his hand.

The next day, Qing Yun, who was hangover and had a splitting headache, wasted the whole day in bed.

After the Lantern Festival, the school will start.Qing Yun was promoted to Taixue and formally joined Dr. Yuan's school.

The cold climate in Chang'an is like thousands of sharp swords piercing into the body. Qing Yun is still shivering in the winter robe with fox fur lining, and for the first time wants to play truant.

The students had the same thoughts, and a few wealthy children directly asked for sick leave and missed classes.Dr. Yuan couldn't stand the cold, so he ordered people to set up braziers everywhere in the school, but the weak heat still couldn't compete with nature. The bamboo slips were fragile, and several precious slips were even cracked by freezing. Dr. Yuan felt distressed directly. Winter break is given to the students.

The winter on the grassland is also very bitter. The physique of the Huns is different from that of the Han people. Their strong muscles play a good role in keeping warm. The meat-rich diet also promotes the body’s own metabolism. People are nothing new.

But the Han slaves had a hard time, many of them couldn't survive the cold winter, even Mr. Zhaoyuan.When food was scarce in winter, some slaves who froze to death would become the rations of the Huns, while those who were skinny, old, weak, and sick would be thrown directly into the wilderness to feed wolves and vultures.

Qing Yun always has nightmares every time this season comes, and his spirit can never get better.His father asked the imperial doctor to prescribe medicine for him to recuperate, but he knew that this was a heart disease, and he would only recover if he forgot his days as a slave to the Huns one day.

But Ruodi, he didn't want to forget him.