On the grassland in early spring, people always feel full of vitality. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

The wetness on the delicate grass is the dew of the morning sun, and the tent under the clear blue sky is the royal court of the Hu people.

In the distance, in the dew of the green grass, cattle and sheep are scattered on the turquoise meadows, and a few yaks lie lazily in the sun on the hillside, occasionally hearing a few pleasant mooing sounds.

The endless grassland is dotted with these cattle and sheep.

Spring also seems to awaken the beauty of the grassland, after taking off the color of withered yellow or black gray, in addition to the endless tender green, there are also small flowers that come and go, although they are not big, but white, yellow, red, purple, do not seem to be much delicate and prosperous, but extraordinarily pure and simple, quietly blooming with natural beauty.

As he looked at all this, he suddenly felt that his heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.

It's like thinking about it, returning to the royal court has become an instinct and ** in Yu Fuluo's original life, and it has become a kind of immersion in the depths of his soul, every time the blood flows and the heart beats, it will become a deep obsession for him, and now, he finally stands on the land of Meiji.

This is where he grew up, where he rode gentle or wild horses and mushrooms, where he stroked the grass and chest, whether wet or warm, and where he fluttered songs and shouts, whether heroic or low......

This is his home.

This is where his dream begins.

Yuvro had thought that he would never have the chance to return to this place again, to this haunting grassland. Wandering in Hongnong, wandering in Bingzhou, wandering in Hedong, and even he felt that he would wander like this for the rest of his life, and then struggle to live in wandering, or struggle to die in wandering.

Grassland!

The grassland of Miji!

The steppe of the Southern Xiongnu royal court!

Yuvro jumped off his horse, knelt down on the grassland of Meiji, bowed his head and kissed the land deeply.

"Plough on top! I, Yuvro, have returned! Howvro then stood up, opened his arms, and shouted loudly to the sky.

Not far away, a whole row of personnel from the Southern Xiongnu royal court saw Yu Fuluo standing up, hurriedly rushed forward, bowed to the ground, and then shouted neatly:

"Congratulations to the grassland under the plough, and the lonely Tu Dashan returns to the royal court!"

The Huns who remained in the court of the Meiji King bowed down and shouted again:

"Congratulations to the grassland under the plough, and the lonely Tu Dashan returns to the royal court!"

A large number of Huns bowed down and stuck to the ground, indicating their joy and submission to Yuvro.

Yu Fuluo laughed, turned over and got on his horse, and did not support these nobles who knelt down on both sides of the road to worship the nobles of the Southern Xiongnu royal court, but led the direct guards by himself, and patted the horse to the royal court tent.

These Xiongnu nobles hurriedly got up, mounted their horses one after another, and followed Yu Fuluo's guards to the royal tent in the center of the grassland.

Seeing Yu Fuluo looking left and right on horseback, looking high-spirited, Ma Yue rolled his eyelids slightly, glanced at Zhao Yun silently, and then waved his hand to let the Han army turn left and start camping on a piece of grass on the left.

Zhao Yun also ordered his soldiers to turn left with Ma Yue's troops, began to set up camp, and then patted his horse to catch up with Ma Yue, who was walking slowly on the side.

"Captain Madu." Zhao Yun arched his hand on the horse and said hello.

Ma Yue nodded, and then motioned for Zhao Yun to come closer, and the two of them took the guards and slowly rode their horses on this piece of grass and walked slowly.

After walking a few steps, Ma Yue looked back at the big tent of the Southern Xiongnu royal court that emitted bursts of cheers, and couldn't help but sneer, and said: "Zhao Duwei, look at this Yu Fuluo, hum, he really thinks he is a character......

The shrimp of the Southern Xiongnu, after receiving the news of the death of Zha Tiansheng, saw Baima Tong and Hugh Hu fleeing with a cover, so they also wanted to flee north with the migration, but they were surrounded by the three leaders of the Xubu clan, the Huyan clan, and the Lan clan with the tribesmen, and all the men, women and children were captured as gifts to welcome Yu Fuluo......

Just like Fei Qian's previous speculation in the Yulin camp, these people of the Southern Xiongnu are not monolithic, but each has their own thoughts, and when faced with a major choice, it is very obvious when there is overlap between interests.

Su Bu was even more worried that Yu Fu Luo would find them in trouble when he came, and this time he simply knelt under Yu Fu Luo's boots with trembling as soon as he came up, kissed Yu Fu Luo's leather boots again, and cried about the cruelty of Za Tian Katsu, and then described himself as a victim......

As for whether Yu Fu Luo believes or not, Ma Yue doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know, but now he feels quite dissatisfied with Yu Fu Luo's performance in the royal court.

Zhao Yun was silent, neither echoing Ma Yue's complaints, nor expressing any attitude, still calm.

“…… Ignore them," Ma Yue glanced at the situation on the side of the Southern Xiongnu Palace, looked at the people who seemed to be happily slaughtering cattle and sheep, suddenly grinned, and whispered to Zhao Yun, "...... We'll leave early tomorrow morning......"

“…… Good. ”

Zhao Yun paused slightly, but without any inquiry, he answered directly. Returning to the army, basically speaking, Ma Yue would definitely not make such a major decision without authorization, he must have explained before, so Zhao Yun himself, as a guest general of Fei Qian, naturally did not have any reason to talk too much, and obeyed the order to do so.

“……”

Ma Yue looked back at Zhao Yun, laughed, shook his head, and said, "Ah, Zhao Duwei, you have such a character...... Well, next time we will be in Pingyang, I will invite you to eat at Xideng Tower! ”

"How dare you break the bank, let me invite Ma Duwei." Zhao Yungong said.

Ma Yue waved his hand and said: "Our Sanjin disciples don't like those vain, Zhao Duwei, don't be polite, if you really want to invite me, you have to wait for me to finish inviting first!" ”

Zhao Yun showed some smile in his eyebrows and said, "That's good." I heard that the roast leg of lamb in Sheden Tower is a must, and I am worried about the shyness of my pocket......"

"Hahaha...... Ma Yue looked up and laughed, "That's it!" It's definitely better than these Hu people! That's the baking recipe given by Nakaro! ”

Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this ...... Zhonglang? What did Ma Duwei say? ”

"Otherwise, how many more Zhonglang?" Ma Yue laughed and said, "You don't know this, Zhonglang often says that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy, and everyone is really good, so some restaurants in Pingyang have more or less one or two specialty dishes that Zhonglang sent people to teach...... Like these Hu people, the beef and mutton along the way are either boiled or roasted, and there is no fresh way at all......"

Seeing that Ma Yue said that the Southern Huns did not have any innovation in diet, Zhao Yun could only bow his head slightly and silently......

You must know that in this world, some people are tired of eating meat, but there are still people who don't even have to eat grass roots and tree bark