After half a day's effort, the migratory tribes walked out of the snowfield and into a sandy plateau, with boundless hills in front of them, the undulating land was empty, and the sheep were crowded together, bleating non-stop, adding a bit of vitality to this boring journey.
The herd walked slowly, and from time to time it was about to squeeze into the herd, and the herd was obviously unwilling to mingle with the sluggish fellows, and the foals staggered and ran, causing the wrangler to chase after them, and the whip exploded so loudly that it blasted the disobedient foal back.
The camel was the most scattered animal in the procession, and when it saw a finger-thick bundle of hay peeking out of the gravel, it would stop and chew slowly, and whatever you could to drive it, it would not move the place, so that the whole procession would drag on longer and longer.
Yang Fan and his party were not far away from each other, and were divided on both sides by a row of Lele cars, along the way, those Khitan people glared at them with resentment, but they never rushed over to duel again, more than a dozen people were defeated by one and a half people, it was really shameless, how could they have the courage to come forward and fight again.
Yang Fan rode a camel, probably a camel, tall, two humps in front and back, and the soft leather mattress in the middle made him sit comfortably.
Ma Qiao rode an old horse and walked beside Yang Fan, Yang Fan's crotch under the camel fell in love with the dog skin hat on the head of the horse bridge for some reason, from time to time with his height and body, he twisted his neck and went to the head of the horse bridge to bite a bite, and the gnaw made Ma Qiao cover the hat and avoid it.
Gu Zhuting, who walked on the other side of Yang Fan, also rode a camel, her experience in the desert was far richer than that of Yang Fan and Ma Qiao, and as soon as she heard that she was going to transfer, she armed herself with everything that could keep her warm.
Because I was wearing too thick, my neck was stuck.
I can only stem straight, and I can't even nod and shake my head.
If she wanted to turn around and see what was going on behind her, she would have to turn her hunchback.
However, she is the warmest one in this group, and along the way, Yang Fan and Ma Qiao's faces are a little blue, but she still looks as usual.
The clouds change shape in the air, always white, and the walls keep changing under their feet, always changing like stones and sand.
The initial feeling of the vast and shocking wilderness gradually disappeared, only making people feel bored, endlessly boring, just wanting to fall asleep, and the eyes of the Khitan people staring at Yang Fan and the others also became weak.
The day's trip ended in boredom.
Yang Fan looked at the sunset on the horizon and was surprised by the judgment of the grassland herdsmen, who were running fast on horseback, and could estimate the distance that the team could walk so accurately in a day.
When the herdsmen saw the camp, they burst into cheers and rushed into the camp with excitement.
Begin to untie camels, unwrap parcels, set up stoves, let out the wind, and solve personal problems The fire was soon lit, and the tin basin was set up on the fire, and after a bumpy road, the basin was already covered with dust, dead branches, and cow hair.
Yang Fan was very curious about what the shepherds planned to use to clean it, but they didn't wash it at all, and directly poured snow and ice into it.
Large chunks of snow and ice are put into the pot and begin to melt into water.
Many people who are too thirsty do not wait for the snow to melt completely, then grab a piece and put it in their mouths.
Because it's too cold.
Along the way, the water in their water bladders had already frozen into ice, and they had to wait for a fire to be lit before they could drink water.
The people behind arrived one after another, and when they saw the smoke rising from the camp, they sang happily, praising the greatness of the gods, sheltering them, giving them food, and allowing them to survive.
If you don't consider the ferocity of their invasion of other tribes, Yang Fan actually admires them for living in such a difficult environment, and still having that optimistic and positive spirit and tenacious will to survive.
A team of people rushed over and stopped in front of the felt tent of Yang Fan and others, it seemed that they were going to camp here.
Judging by their clothing and the brightness of their camels, they seem to be noble families among the Turks.
Yang Fan didn't care, just glanced at it casually, and then looked away.
"Ahh Staring at the mutton that had not yet been roasted for a long time, he wiped his mouth before walking back to the horse bridge beside Yang Fan, and suddenly there was a strange scream, which had been brewing for a long time, and Yang Fan, who had just come up with two lines of poetry, was startled when he was ready to pass by, and suddenly forgot the verses in his mouth.
Yang Fan glared at him angrily and said, "You are all a father, you don't need to be surprised."
Ma Qiao pointed to a person in the distance, unable to speak.
Yang Fan subconsciously turned his head to look, and when he turned his head, he saw Gu Zhuting standing on the sand dune, also with a surprised expression, and then, Yang Fan's expression also froze.
He saw himself, another "Yang Fan" not far away, "Yang Fan" was wearing a fat fur coat, and was kicking off the felt tube on his feet, the thing was fat and round, and he couldn't walk with it, but when he was on a horse, wearing this thing could keep him warm and avoid freezing because his lower limbs moved too little.
Soon, the horror on Gu Zhuting and Ma Qiao's faces turned into surprise, they had already discovered the difference between the two Yang Fan.
That Yang Fan was a little fatter than the Yang Fan they knew, and his face was a little older, the real Yang Fan was still a heroic young man, and that person's face was already a little bloated.
The most important thing is that Yang Fan has a green and seeping beard under his chin, the beard is not long, but from the jaw to the sideburns, Yang Fan is not yet twenty-eight years old, he has never grown a beard, and his beard is far less dense than this person.
"Musi" Yang Fan, who had once impersonated him, immediately recognized who this person was.
On the Turkic side, he forced the newly ascended Mo Si to withdraw the 100,000 army that forced Lingwu to retreat, and was annihilated by the Tang army of more than 20,000 people, and it took a lot of effort for Mo Si to integrate the Turkic tribes.
On the Tibetan side, his actions did not have much effect at the time, but the evil consequences have continued to this day, and Tufan did not interfere too much with the Tang people to recover the four towns of Anxi, because their internal struggle for power between kings became more and more serious, and the internal strife continued, and they were unable to take care of it.
This time, Tubo did not take advantage of the fire to rob, and it was also for this reason.
And the reason why Yang Fan was able to do all this.
It's all because he looks the same as Mu Si, and he can confuse the real with the fake, but he didn't expect to see this person again today.
However, it has only been a few years of hard work, but Ashina Musi has changed a lot, and at a glance, he and Yang Fan are still exactly the same, but they can't help but compare in detail, and it is impossible for Yang Fan to impersonate him now.
Muth kicked off the blanket.
Immediately, a slave ran up and diligently picked it up for him, and Muss took out the wine bag from his bosom, poured it a few sips like a drunkard, and hurriedly put it back into his bosom.
Turning around and walking over to a Lehrer, he opened the door and got down with a woman in his arms.
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At this time, a gentle smile appeared on his face, a smile that only a man can have when facing a woman.
A woman walked out of the car, and Yang Fan saw her at a glance.
His eyes first froze, and then he subconsciously avoided them, only glancing at them out of the corner of his eye.
The woman was dressed in a Turkic robe, as she had been in the car all the way.
So she didn't wear too thick, and the thin waist tightly tied up by the wide belt and a pair of tight and slender legs wrapped in long leather boots under the robe can still be seen that she has a bee waist and long legs, which is extremely graceful.
She wears a one-piece warm hat on her head.
The brim of the hat was surrounded by white fox fur, which reflected her iconic face in the middle.
Like a beautiful white lotus.
Compared with her in the past, her demeanor is less unruly and wild, and more charming as a mature woman.
Sure enough, it was her, Mu Heyue This little woman in her twentieth year, her eyebrows, eyes and facial features are still delicate and lovely, and her pink lips still reveal beautiful and seductive curves, because of the fatigue caused by the long journey, which makes her feel a little lazy.
She seemed to know that her husband was stealing wine and drinking, and she looked coquettish, as if she had said something to him.
Mu Si didn't speak, just grinned, Mu Heyue glanced at him again, turned around and picked up a child from the car, the child was a toddler, as soon as he got off the car, he struggled to get off the ground.
Mu Heyue had no choice but to put him on the ground and take his hand.
The little one stubbornly took a space step and wanted to take a walk.
Seeing this scene, Mu Si could only smile helplessly, pampered her son's face, and said a few more words to his wife, and then bent down and got into the low tent.
Even though he was the son of the Khan and the son-in-law of Moon Dayehu, the tent in which he stayed would not be much larger than the others, at most it was cleaner, and the fur used for the bedding was more expensive.
Seeing Mu Si use gestures as an aid when he spoke, Yang Fan knew that his throat injury had not healed.
At present, Mu Si has long lost her original spirit, which probably has a lot to do with it.
Because of the throat injury, and the fact that his brothers are all strong contenders, he must have lost the opportunity to compete for the throne.
Even because of his throat injury and slurred words, it became a luxury for him to lead his troops to fight, so he appeared here and lived in the Khan Tent tribe all the time.
But this is a blessing or a curse, it's really hard to say, Yang Fan feels that he has lost the qualification to participate in the power struggle, he doesn't have to get involved in the power struggle, he doesn't have to fight on the battlefield, and it may not be a happy thing to be able to stay with his wife and son and enjoy the joy of family.
The little guy was probably suffocated in the car, his interest was very high, and he was not afraid of the cold, so he staggered away, looking all the way at the hot camping scene, and the direction he walked was where Yang Fan was, Yang Fan smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the felt tent.
Ma Qiao chased after him and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, did you see it, that person looks like you, if you weren't standing next to me, I would really recognize the wrong person." ” Gu Zhuting looked at the back of Yang Fan leaving in a hurry, her slender eyes narrowed slightly, from Yang Fan's unnatural performance, she felt that there must be some story in this.
But this is obviously not the right place to inquire about other people's secrets, and that person's secrets are not suitable for her to inquire about.
Gu Zhuting sighed regretfully and extinguished her gossip heart
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