She was originally a maid of the palace, but she was willing to take the place of the county lord and marry far away.
The Huns were brutal, and she was worse than dead every day.
Just when she was desperate, Zhou Zhen, who was captured as a slave, gave her a different kind of comforting ......
When Zhou Zhen woke up from his coma, he didn't know where he was, let alone the time of day, only that the sunlight was as thick as gold, passing through the thick wood of the cage, casting crooked shadows on more than a dozen of them.
Following the cage, he looked east, the vast grassland could not be seen at a glance, and he could no longer see the way he came, and in the west, a round of the sun had sunk into the horizon, but the light was still so burning that people could not open their eyes. And in front of the cage, in front of the horses, several Huns were encamped, shouting something when they spoke.
Zhou Zhen immediately came to his senses. He thought of the fire and the horse's hooves at night, of his elderly parents, of his powerless sister-in-law and of her daughter, who had just reached the age of a child. My brother has been in the army for three years, looking forward to it, but he hasn't even looked forward to a single corpse.
He remembers hiding his mother, sister-in-law, and niece in the cellar, remembering him and his father carrying iron tools to resist, and he remembers standing in front of the line with his childhood friends.
He remembered a dozen horses lined up, and the Huns were draped in loose hair, wrapped in animal skins, and had their left placket open. In the firelight, the Hun boy raised his chin and proudly shot a sharp arrow, and this arrow was impartial and hit the old father's heart.
In the light and shadow of the torches, he watched as his father fell to the ground immediately, and stretched out his hands into the air, clenching desperately until his five fingers stiffened and he could not bat a glance.
He remembered that he was desperately resisting, but he had no memory of what had happened to him and how he had woken up in the prison car. Thinking of his fallen father and his mother, sister-in-law and niece, who didn't know if they were still alive, Zhou Zhen was so sad that he cried a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't help but clench his fists, looking at the few Huns with scattered heads, eager to tear them to pieces. But he didn't dare to shout, he didn't dare to scream, at this moment, he only had one belief, that is, to escape. He must flee home to find his father's bones and bury his father, and he must find his mother and provide for her in her old age.
For the sake of his family, he wants to live and flee back.
When the mood calmed down, Zhou Zhen shook the two companions on the side, and Niu Laojiu and Chen Shuiyao were both woken up by him at the same time.
Where is this? Niu Laojiu shook his shoulders, looked outside the cage, and then looked at Zhou Zhen.
On the prisoner wagon of the Huns. Zhou Zhen whispered.
Chen Shuiyao sat up and scolded with his teeth swearing.
Why are we the only ones in this car? Zhou Zhen said, "What do you remember?" ”
They have ** on their arrows, and if they are shot by the arrow, they will faint in a few seconds if they can't die. Chen Shuiyao said.
Zhou Zhen always felt a pain in his shoulder, and he always thought it was because of the bruises, but now he thinks that he should be hit by an arrow.
Where is this taking us? Niu Laojiu's face was full of horror.
This is a strong man who has been caught, and if he goes, he will work as a coolie, if he does well, he will be a slave, and if he does not do well, he will be buried with him. ”
What the? Funeral? Niu Laojiu shouted. This shout did not matter, and a Hun was summoned. The Hun staggered over like a bear, with a mouthful of yellow teeth and two eyes staring like brass bells. He approached the prisoner car, made a ** grimace at Zhou Zhen and them, lifted his boots and kicked the wheels again.
The prisoner car shook twice, and a few more people woke up, but in front of the hideous faces of the Huns, they all immediately fell silent, and one child was so frightened that his crotch was wet on the spot.
The Huns whined and said something, turned and left. When he walked away, the cries on the prisoner car became one. Amidst the cries of everyone, Zhou Zhen looked at the sun that had sunk to the ground, and had to accept the new fate of being a captive.
Far east, a thin crescent moon floated up, and the looming moon seemed to bring the mother's advice and expectation. I have to live, I have to get out alive. He thought and held back the tears in his nose.
The grass is yellow, the wind is strong, and it is another year of autumn.
Shan returned from the expedition yesterday, and because of the victory, this year's sacrifice will be more enthusiastic than in previous years. The banner of the black dragon fluttered in the smoke of the desert, and the shaman's mage danced a reverent dance in the torches of dusk. At sunrise and sunset, the horns of celebration continued one after another, and countless wine jars were carried into the tent, and the sound of joy and laughter almost lifted the top of the tent.
Zhou Zhen put on the animal skin and walked out of the tent, today is Niu Laojiu's sacrifice day, and he is eager to find an opportunity to pour three glasses of wine in the northeast of his dead place. At this time last year, Niu Laojiu died of illness on the way, and Chen Shuiyao followed the Huns to fight in the spring of this year, but I don't know whether he escaped or died in battle, and never came back anyway.
The rest of the villagers were also assigned to different places, either as coolies, or as soldiers to train and fight, and they were hardly seen again. However, Zhou Zhen, because he studied medicine with his father when he was a child, and because of an opportunity to cure King Gu Li's back disease with acupuncture, he was left by Shan Yu's side with ink noodles, and later asked him to teach the prince to learn Chinese.
However, the prince only likes to gallop horses and fight, and has no interest in Chinese, so Zhou Zhen can only be regarded as an attendant, occasionally giving people needles to treat diseases.
Life is leisurely, and the Huns are not mean to him, but Zhou Zhen has no nostalgia for this desert grassland. He had seen them drink blood, they laughed with their bloody heads in the air, and they had seen them use their heads trimmed with gold as a vessel. He hated their cruelty, but there was nothing he could do.
For a year, he missed his homeland all the time, thought about his mother, and thought about escaping. The Huns stared closely, even if they left, three miles, one post, five miles and one sentry, the road was long, and the terrain was unknown, and he didn't know how long it would take to return to his hometown.
The night was a little deeper, the moon was hanging high, Zhou Zhen was about to go out with wine, but he heard someone calling, "Sir, the little prince of Tigong has a febrile convulsion, please come over and have a look." ”
The Yan family is the wife and concubine of Shan Yu, and I heard that Shan Yu has a wife and three concubines today. Zhou Zhen didn't know which one he was talking about, but it was inconvenient to ask more, so he took the medicine box and went with the servants who came.
After a while, Zhou Zhen was brought to a tent, and as soon as someone opened his mouth to report, he heard a terrible female voice inside, "Come in!" ”
The servant lifted the curtain, and Zhou Zhen immediately stepped forward. A woman was kneeling on the collapse, and in front of her lap lay a boy of seven or eight years old, and the woman was wiping the boy's forehead.
The high fever began in the afternoon, and the shaman's ritual of sacrificing to the dragon god was not over, but the child was already burned. The woman was in tears.
Zhou Zhen asked the candle flame to come closer, and saw that the child's face was flushed, and his body twitched slightly. He touched Tigong's forehead and called his pulse, and immediately knew the cause of his illness and the heat and wind of the external evil. He asked Yan Shi to loosen the child's clothes, and then took out a milli needle, took out some acupuncture points such as Dazhu, Qi Ze, and Shaoshang, and pricked them.
When he pricked the needle, Zhou Zhen found that this prince was different from several princes he had seen, as a descendant of the Huns, he was too thin and weak, and his skin was too tender. Then he realized that this man also spoke Chinese very well, and when he was curious to look at it, the servant had removed the candle flame.
Yan Shi turned his face sideways, and Zhou Zhen only saw her slender hand on the prince's body, wearing a green jade ring.
The prince's fever slowly subsided, and the Yan family asked the servant to serve wine to Zhou Zhen. As soon as Zhou Zhen picked up the bowl, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves outside, followed by the neighing of horses. Someone outside reported that Yu was coming, and the Yan family and the two servants knelt down one after another, and Zhou Zhen quickly put down the bowl and knelt down.
Shan Yu is only in his early forties, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a dark and bright face. He was dressed in a mink coat, his hair was tied in a bun, dragged behind his head, he wore a huge collar of animal bones around his neck, and on his head a crown of antlers and gold was brighter than the candlelight.
Shan Yu was already a little drunk when he came in, he was half lying on the floor, and then he noticed Zhou Zhen kneeling on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and asked in Xiongnu: "What is this Han man doing here?" ”
Yan Shi hurriedly replied: "Tigong febrile convulsions, I begged him to come and get a needle." ”
What about shamans? ”
The ceremony is not over, and I dare not disturb it. But I can't wait. ”
Shan Yu looked at Tigong lying on the bed, saw the needle on his body, and looked at Zhou Zhen again, as if he believed it.
And Zhou Zhen dared to look up at him at this time, but he didn't care about it, and found that the man on the left side was actually the boy who shot arrows to his father back then. Yes, after a hundred turns and a thousand turns, Zhou Zhen can't forget the slender eyes under the yellow eyebrows and the three moles under the left eye.
Zhou Zhen's body trembled unconsciously, but he knew that he couldn't do anything. He stood straight with a big knife on his shoulder, his chest was erect, his chin was raised, and he looked even prouder than Shan Yu beside him. And Zhou Zhen just knelt at his feet, except for the needle he was holding, he didn't even have a decent **.
How many days and nights the flame of revenge hovering in his chest can only be extinguished by reality, and he has no other way than to save this life first.
With a wave of his hand, an attendant walked in with a wooden box. When the box was opened, it was full of gold, silver and jewelry, and it was almost impossible to open your eyes.
Having won the battle, these are for you. "Alone in the road.
What is surprising is that Yan Shi knelt on the ground and thanked him, but his face was full of sadness.
At this time, Tigong's body suddenly moved, and he shouted "Mother" and began to shake his head. Afraid that the needle would hurt him, Yan Shi hurriedly pressed his head, and Zhou Zhen saw that the time was almost up, so he rushed to collect the needle. The high fever has subsided, and I am sweating all over, and my clothes are wet.
Seeing that the Yan clan was busy taking care of his son, he frowned, muttered something in Xiongnu, and left. The young man beside him also left, his head kept raised high, and he didn't notice Zhou Zhen kneeling on the ground at all. Perhaps, he didn't know that he had killed this Han man's father.
After Shan Yu left, Zhou Zhen realized that the Yan family in front of him was completely like a Han woman, with a palm-sized face, ** thin white, and narrow shoulders. The wind and sand of the desert didn't seem to leave any marks on her, a pair of apricot eyes under the willow eyebrows, a small and thin mouth, this weak appearance is also extremely beautiful among Han women.
The Yan family is also Han? Zhou Mo asked bravely.
Yan nodded, and two tears rolled down.
There is no need to worry, the little prince is fine. To be on the safe side, I'll come back tomorrow. ”
Thanks to Mr. He pointed to the shiny box and said, "Take whatever you like!" ”
Thank you, for a wandering man like me, these jewels are of little use. Treating the little prince is what I should do, so please don't be polite. ”
Yan Shi looked at the lower person and said, "Bring the tea from the cabinet." She looked at Zhou Zhen again, "You can always accept these teas!" This is the tea of our Han people. ”
Zhou Zhen took the tea, knelt down to thank him, and took his leave.
The Hun Uwei who lived in a camp with Zhou Zhen was a low-ranking soldier, he was responsible for washing horses and listening to people on weekdays, because he knew some Chinese, and he had another task to keep an eye on Zhou Zhen, a Han man. Zhou Zhen was honest and dutiful, and he cured Uwei's back disease by pricking needles, and after a few months, the two of them have become like brothers.
There are few Han people in the camp, and the Yan family has a prominent status, so it is difficult for Zhou Zhen not to pay attention to her. There is no need to ask, Uwei told Zhou Zhen the story of the Yan family that night.
It turned out that more than ten years ago, the Xiongnu had a period of peace with the Han Dynasty, and it was at that time that the Yan family, as a princess of harmony, was promised to be married to Shan Yu. And her father is the famous King Jing.
In the first two years she came to the desert, because she was homesick, she often cried day and night, and because of many discomforts in her diet and daily life, she almost fell seriously ill and suffered from minor illnesses, and she lost a lot of weight. But because Shan Yu likes her, he takes care of her very much and is very patient. Later, she got used to the life of the grassland, and she slowly became energetic.
Later, the little prince Tigong was born, and he settled down in this grassland desert.
Just after midnight the next day, Zhou Zhen and Uwei were carrying water to wash their horses, when a strong man rode over from afar and said that Shan Yu called him over. Zhou Zhen responded, pulled a horse, and followed.
The strong man took Zhou Zhen to the outside of the tent of the Yan family last night, the curtain was lifted, and Zhou Zhen just stepped in, and was kicked behind his knees, and immediately fell to the ground. As soon as he looked up, he saw Shan Yu Lingli's eyes in front of him, and the shaman on the side was holding a magic weapon and singing and dancing.
The national teacher on the side asked in Chinese, who was not proficient in Chinese, "What method did you apply to the Yan family?" She hasn't woken up since last night. ”
Zhou Zhen was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Where is she?" ”
The shaman mage was suddenly stunned, and then said a bunch of words that Zhou Zhen couldn't understand.
Did you take her soul away? The national teacher asked.
Zhou Zhen hurriedly defended, "She was fine when I left yesterday, and the servants around her can testify." ”
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the servant kneeling down and said a bunch of words in Xiongnu that Zhou Zhen couldn't understand. Although he didn't understand, he saw that the anger on Shan Yu's face was gradually dissipating.
Where's the Yan family? Please let me treat her. Zhou Zhen said.
Article ** Since the elder Ford, the article "For his sister and relatives".