Chapter 40 The Saddest Thing

Mengyang Linxi in early April of the second year.

The grassland in the far north is completely thawed, and the green of spring begins to slowly come out, which also means that the barbarians on the south bank of the River Lana have ended their mission over the winter. The barbarians will begin to move north, and the major tribes will return to their own pastures. This is the life of the barbarians who live by water and grass. In fact, it is scary for the barbarians of major tribes to live together. The barbarians are belligerent and bloody will inevitably cause all kinds of conflicts. Even if there is no large-scale war between tribes, there will always be scattered fighting. After the migration of the tribe in the beginning of spring, both the king and the king of the tribe can breathe a sigh of relief, and there is no need to be nervous about the conflict between their herdsmen and other tribal herdsmen.

In the far north after the beginning of spring, the sky is no longer as black clouds like winter. At a glance, the blue sky seems to directly see the highest place and the place where Tengri God lives. A scattered thin silk-like cloud floated over and was folded into various shapes by the soft wind of spring. Larks, falcons and eagles higher in the sky soar in the sky, so free to be enviable.

The snow water on the grass melted and seeped into the soil. The autumn grass that died in winter was soaked in water to exude a smell of rotten plants, but it was not unpleasant. On the contrary, it had a sweet and greasy fragrance. It is also thanks to this rotten autumn grass that the new grass in spring can grow faster and better. The south bank of the River is the southernmost place in the far north wilderness, and it is also the warmest and most fertile place. It grows better than the grass in other grasslands, so it is used as a place for barbarians to move south for the winter. Since ancient times, barbarians have stipulated that it is strictly forbidden to stay in the grassland on the south bank of the River Ilana River except winter. Basically, by mid-to-late April, the north will begin to move. At that time, the grass in the more difficult places in the north will also grow, so that the herdsmen's livelihood can be connected.

General Zaerhua's tent.

Under the nourishment of the meat and sheep's milk of the barbarians, and the winter training of General Zaerhua, Ye Xingchen's originally weak body also has a hidden muscle outline. He neatly danced the slender cloud-pattern knife one after another, and the sharp knife light was dripping around him. **'S upper body, slender and powerful arms, white skin full of sweat beads, long hair behind the head, swaying wildly with the movement - this southern aristocratic child actually has a wild temperament of barbarians!

The sound of the blade breaking through the air became louder and louder, and the things given to him by Zaerhua were well mastered and used freely as if they were born. At this time, the skillful knife road has nothing to do with his clumsy knife-holding posture at the beginning. His foundation is really poor, not a good material for practicing knives. In the words of General Zaerhua, he can just practice all the moment, not afraid of pain and suffering... This is the truth that he can make up for his shortcomings, not to mention that Ye Xingchen is not stupid. On the contrary, He is too smart.

Zha Erhua stood by the tent, leaning against the thick cowhide wall of the tent. Her green eyes stared at the night stars without blinking. She neither praised him nor accused him, but his lips were no longer so tight. After practicing all the knife paths for a winter, this score is neither good nor bad, and it is more than enough, although it is not easy for the thin southerners.

"Stop, that's all for today." Zaerhua said in a low voice.

The night star suddenly stopped, and the knife light around suddenly disappeared. The cloud pattern knife was held behind him and stood upright in front of the flower. Looking closer, Ye Xingchen's head is also a little longer. His beautiful face and sharp knife actually have a different charm and a sharp temperament. However, those coral-red eyes are still deep and calm. Whether they are tired, injured and painful, or criticized by him, the child's eyes are like this. This kind of old look is hardly mixed with other feelings...

"Very good. Such a result is already very good for you." Zaerhua stepped forward and stood in front of the night stars like an iron tower. It's just that you are familiar with the basic knife path, and you don't know how to use knives. In the future, you can ask His Royal Highness Prince Suril to practice knives. He is also taught by me. You two are just right to practice knives. He is better than you. You can try your best to fight him.

"Yes!" Ye Xingchen lowered his head and agreed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help smiling - Su Rile was helping him master the knife road so quickly. He followed Su Rile's movements to slowly practice cat and tigers. It's just that I wanted to fight with him many times, but Suil disagreed for fear of hurting himself. The bear-like naive son always said in a low voice that he had to skin his king and the great shaman. Thinking of his broad and red face but frowning tightly and saying something afraid of being taught, I really feel extremely cute.

At this time, Yu Meng beside her clapped her hands and shouted: 'The stupid cow must have refused because she couldn't beat the stars.' She jumped and shouted. The pomegranate red horse skirt rolled up and down like a cloud, and the golden bells on a bunch of hair rang. Her beautiful eyebrows melted like the hot sun, and the dark tent seemed to be Much brighter. Sometimes she will rush up and hook Xingchen and Su Iller's neck and say, "Then don't fight. What's the two good friends meet? Even if they play... We are never allowed to fight with each other..."

Yes, what did the two good friends meet with swords... But how bitter is this sentence really on that day?

And his little slave, Uma, whenever he and Suille practice knives in the tent, Uma always stands in the corner and shrinks her body for fear of being hurt, and the look on her face is regrettable. For a slave, if he dies, no one will care. Others don't care about their lives, only cherish themselves. Whether it was really hurt or not, she would rather hide far away and curl up in the position she felt safest.

The four of them spent a winter like this, and Yumeng did not return to the camp of the Azlan Department, so he stubbornly stayed in the star tent. Anyway, the name of her little princess Azislan is easy to use anywhere in the far north, and she is not afraid of bad treatment. Suil also slipped over from time to time, and he could bring half a lamb and a white moon drunk mixed with water - they couldn't stand pure wine. Uma roast sheep's craftsmanship is getting better and better, directly following the level of a shaman. Four people often make a fire to roast sheep and drink in tents. Gradually getting acquainted, Uma was not so formal, and there was no awkwardness at the beginning. In the face of these nobles whose status far exceeded her, she was no longer submissive, but her respect for her master increased unabated. Night Star is a master worthy of human life.

The friendship between four people is like brothers when they live a winter like this. This may be the happiest period of the night stars, and what makes him happier is that such a day can live as long as he wants. The simple and honest Suil, the strange and beautiful Yu Meng, and the quiet Uma, he likes them more and more. The harsh grassland has also become so difficult to get close because of them.

"Mr. Chen, the king has ordered that the whole barbarians will move north from April 15, and the five tribes will return to their own summer and autumn pastures. You should also practice your equestrian skills. At that time, you may have to stay on horseback for more than half a month and advance more than 600 miles a day. At that time, the army will leave first, and you will follow the advance troops with His Royal Highness Suil, which will not only let you get used to the marching life of the military, but also to practice your equestrian skills..." Zha Erhua turned around and walked to the exit of the tent and said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you leaving here?" Ye Xingchen's thoughts were pulled back and looked up at the general and asked. Will the tribes be separated after moving away? Then when will you come back?" Unconsciously, his tone became rapid and asked three questions in a row.

"Well, this grassland on the south bank of the Rilana River is used by herdsmen to save their lives in winter and cannot stay for a long time. After the beginning of spring, the grassland in the far north also grew. When I returned to the summer and autumn grassland, it was just the beginning of May, and the grassland could catch it... This is the old rule of the barbarians over the years. Moreover, after the grassland is unblocked in spring, there will be more or less conflict when the five tribes gather together. If they don't disperse quickly, maybe there will be a war..." Zaerhua was slightly surprised by the tone of the night stars, but she still answered patiently.

"Where is the meadow of the Azislan Department? Is it close to Chi Nasi's pasture? The tone of the night stars became more and more rapid.

"The grassland of Chinas and Azlan is the furthest away. Chinas is from the firefield, and Azislan is in the westernmost Usumu Plain, about 3,000 miles..."

'clucked', Ye Xingchen felt that his heart sank into the abyss. At a distance of 3,000 miles, the best horse had to run for six or seven days, and anything could happen on the grassland! The girl in pure white fox fur jacket and fiery pomegranate red horse skirt came to his mind. Will it be so far away in the future? How many times have I forgotten that she is the princess of the Azlan Department, forget that she is not a naked person, forget that they will eventually break up one day, but I didn't expect it to come so abruptly...

Zha Erhua finally took a deep look at him and lifted the tent to leave.

"General...General and so on." Ye Xingchen ran over and stopped Zha Erhua's way, with a panic on his face that was not consistent with his nobleman's graceful temperament. General, when is the next time you return to the south bank of the River?

The general looked at his face and looked at the expectation and panic in his coral-red eyes - is it finally not so quiet? His sharp lips gently opened and closed and said, "Next winter, in November, that is, half a year away."

"Half a year?" The expectation in Ye Xingchen's eyes slowly swelled like a ventilated balloon. Half a year is not very long. In Mengyang, his father led the army to fight for several months... half a year, six months, not long. But why do you feel as uncomfortable as you want to lose something important? Thinking of not seeing the girl in the fierce pomegranate red horse skirt for half a year, I can't hear her silver bell-like laughter, can't be looked at by her joking and naughty eyes, can't smell the good spices on her body, and I feel as uncomfortable as my chest is about to tear, as if something is blocked in my chest, and even my breathing changes. It's difficult...

Ye Xingchen suddenly felt very tired. His hand holding the knife couldn't help trembling and his head hung low, unlike himself than usual. He closed his coral-red eyes and immersed himself in the thick darkness.

"Cunzi," Zarhua's voice sounded, as if it came from a faraway place, "There are some things that you can only see, you can't try to get... Because that doesn't belong to you, otherwise, it will harm others and yourself..."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Zaerhua bypassed the stars and walked away. In fact, he knows the feelings between Ye Xingchen, Yu Meng and Su Zhile. After all, as a general in charge of Chi Nasi's scouting work, no news can escape his ears and eyes... Even if the two are in love, how can they care about the cold political interests between the tribes on the grassland? What's the feeling?

People always have to get it by themselves.

The night star left General Zaerhua's tent in a trance and was escorted back to his tent by the big wind tent warrior. Only Uma was in the dark tent, and Suzil and Yumeng disappeared.

It's only half a year, just half a year, just half a year apart, not very long. But there is an inexplicable sense of loss, as if you can't see the figure of the rain for a day, and you will panic if you can't hear her voice, which is such an absurd and uncomfortable sense of loss.

Uma took the cloud knife from his hand and hung it on the wall of the tent. She could feel that the master's mood was not right, but she didn't know what to say. If only Princess Yumeng were here, she would always make everyone happy. Although the night star's expression is very normal, Uma can really feel the cold and sticky sadness on his body, and with his night star-like silence, it makes people feel more uncomfortable - this god-like boy really can't bear to see him sad.

She quietly stepped forward, stood beside Ye Xingchen, and said carefully, "Master, Your Highness said that he would arrange the herdsmen to move north recently, and you can't come to play with him. Princess Yumeng asked Uma to tell you that the Azlan department also had to arrange the northward migration, and she had to follow the arrangement of King Ketu Khan..."

"Oh? Is that really the case?" Ye Xingchen sat by his bed and muttered to himself, "Are they all busy..."

"Well, if the master feels that a person is depressed, Uma can take the master out for a walk, and the scenery of the spring of the Rana River is still very good. You can walk along the river all the way. It is very comfortable to step on the tender green grass buds. After the water of the Rana River is thawed, you can catch fish and go down with the wind..." Uma Ren He couldn't help saying, reaching out to stroke his master's long soft hair and looking at his silent look.

"Get out--" Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his head and roared at her, raising his head suddenly, with a ferocious expression. His eyes were red and roared, "You're not her. I don't want to go out with you!"

Uma's outstretched hand retracted as if it was hot, and stepped back two steps. Looking at the master's furious and terrible look, his body couldn't help trembling. She knelt down in fear, kowtowed her head repeatedly, and said in panic, "Master Uma knows it's wrong. Uma shouldn't talk nonsense... Master, forgive Uma..."

Ye Xingchen was stunned to look at his female slave in panic, and the blood red of his eyes slowly dissipated. Why was he suddenly so angry? Uma didn't say anything wrong. Why did she lose her so much?

But at the thought of not seeing the rain for half a year, I felt inexplicably irritable. Maybe in his heart, he is afraid that he will be forgotten and forgotten for too long.

Maybe it's not because you have to be separated from Yumeng for half a year, but General Zaerhua said, "There are some things that you can only see, you can't try to get, they don't belong to yourself, otherwise they will harm others and yourself..." Yumeng is the noble princess of Azislan, the second largest tribe in the grassland, and Sujile and Ke are the world of Chinas. Zi is the king of the future grassland barbarians. And what about him? It's just that Mengyang's down-and-out noble children who were exiled to the grassland, if it weren't for the blood of his magician, I'm afraid no one would care about his life or death. And he could feel the intentions of these people, the great shaman, kings, several generals... They all plotted against him. Only they know their own value to them.

Suddenly, he smiled bitterly and laughed sadly and lonelyly. It was hard to imagine that a boy who was only 13 years old would have such a smile. A sense of desolation that does not match his age...

Yu Meng, Yu Meng Er Dun Ketu... It's really not that he can fantasize about it. He is nothing here, nothing.

Ye Xingchen took a deep breath and adjusted his mood - inexplicably furiously. This kind of thing has never happened.

He got up from the bedside, walked to Uma, knelt on the ground, looked at her condescendingly, looked at the tears and panic in her eyes, looked at the blue and purple on her forehead, and looked at her trembling body, and a strong shame came to his heart. She did nothing wrong. What's the reason for her to be so angry with her?

He squatted down, reached out and stroked Uma's cheek, wiped away the sharp and mottled tears on her smooth and satin face. He smiled gently, and said, "Uma, I'm sorry... Don't cry, I'm sorry..." With that, he stretched out his arm around her thin body. Being shaken and frightened by the little slave, she felt her tears flowing down her cheeks and falling on her shoulders. Ye Xingchen buried his face on Uma's shoulder, let the faint fragrance of Uma penetrate into the nasal cavity, and let the sour feeling get out of control on his face...

Uma had to kneel there and let the master hold him and dare not move. She raised her arms in mid-air and didn't know how to put them. She didn't know whether to put her arms gently on the master's back to appease his grief. In fact, she didn't mind that the master was angry with her, and it was natural for the master to beat and scold his slaves. She was sad about the roar of the night stars: "You're not her... I don't want to go out with you."

This 'she' must be the beautiful Princess Yumeng of the Azeslan Department, right? Yes, I am just a humble slave. I am only responsible for taking care of the master's diet and living. How can I be qualified to touch the feelings in the master's heart? There has always been an insurmountable gap between nobles and slaves.

She raised her overwhelmed arm in mid-air and put it down, and her face was calm. How she wanted to tell her master that she didn't have to feel guilty for scolding her. She was just a slave, not 'her'. It's enough to get the master's word 'sorry', which has moved her for a long time and can give her a warm winter.

I'm just a slave and can't ask for too much. That's enough. That's enough. Uma lowered her head and sighed gently. The warm breath was in the master's ear, and a wry smile came from the corners of her mouth.

'Some things can really only be seen, and you can't get them in vain.' The female slave thought sadly. But with low self-esteem, she didn't know that she had touched the sadness in her master's heart...

It is probably the saddest thing for nobles and slaves who embraced each other, two hearts so close to each other, but they don't know what each other is thinking.