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Jing Fang smiled, didn't answer, and turned her eyes to the red sunrise again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info's boundless emerald color was revealing itself to them little by little. The pale white sunlight shone on Jing Fang, who was dressed in white, and faintly, the shadow turned into a white flower. The girl's face is closing her eyes to meet the early morning, hundreds of flowers and trees are behind her, the snow-white petals are faintly falling, brushing on the long black eyelashes, lining the petals more and more white and delicate, smiling, the beautiful eyelashes opened, the jade white cheeks lined with the snow-white petals revealed a faint halo. Emperor Guangxu couldn't help but look stunned.

My queen is like a character in the lady's picture, thanks to Master Lin...... He thought silently. I thought of the beautiful scenery of those elegant and quiet ladies standing in the wind under the flowers and trees. Thinking about it, gradually, he slowly stretched his lips and smiled. Jing Fang found his smile, his smile was like a spring flower, the corners of his mouth slowly curved, and that warm and intoxicating attitude came up again; At this moment, Jing Fang found that he was stupid again, and gradually, he couldn't help but smile, really, he can always infect people to feel that warm spring breeze-like attitude. Her eyes began to look at him boldly, really, no matter how bitter and painful her heart was, in front of someone like him, I am afraid it would open up naturally and stretched. She stared blankly at him, wondering if such an elegant person really existed. Emperor Guangxu had already noticed that she was looking at him, and he turned his face and slowly smiled again. Jing Fang found her faux pas, smiled awkwardly, and cast her eyes into the distance again.

At this time, the verdant and majestic capital city was clearly revealed in the morning mist, and Emperor Guangxu looked at the golden city in the distance, and his heart was full of pride.

The beginning of a new era will begin from this day!

On April 7, 9091 (the 17th year of the Great Qianguangxu, the 24th year of the Meiji era of Japan), Xinjiang, Ili, the suburbs of the city.

"Don't believe, lads, don't believe, my brethren! All this play is empty, it's all a hoax...... This is a lot of these kinds of decrees that I have seen in my life, the governor's decree and the general's decree, all of which are blown away by a gust of wind. This is a Qianguo plaything! There's a lot of writing on paper, and there's a lot of talk in the mouth, but people don't see the slightest benefit: oil drips from the lips, but not a drop goes into the mouth! Come, ask me - why did I leave my old and sick mother and gray-haired father? Are these two poor men still alive? Did Jayla leave them to weep over their children, like cuckoos crying blood, or had they already summoned their pious souls back? I do not know. Alas, lads, lads! When I think of my youth and my homeland, my heart aches - how sweet it is to live in my homeland! But now? Now wandering like a madman with a tent, unable to find a warm and stable corner, no one can lean on my heavy head and say, 'Thank you, Chella!' 'place. You see, you have been a ranger with me for a few years, and you have chosen me to be your leader, but until now you have not asked me: who are you, what kind of son are you, and why did you choose this profession? The old chief said to his lads and companions.

"Tell me, Uncle Utman, tell me!" Ustman's ranks of riders shouted in unison, and they gathered around their leader to listen to him.

Ustman tapped his finger on the ground and asked everyone to sit down and listen to him. So the team sat down around the bonfire like a string of rosaries, and there was silence all around.

"If you want to know who I am and what sins I have suffered in this world, I must tell you everything in detail. Listen carefully and take my words to heart. Ustman said, and sat down in the middle of the group.

At first, he thought for a moment, as if to concentrate all his thoughts and experiences in his head, then he pulled his hat to his eyes, took out a small tobacco pouch, filled the pot with tobacco leaves in the black tobacco pouch, pressed it with his thumb, took a piece of red-hot charcoal from the fire, lit the cigarette pouch, and began to preach:

"Lads, I'm from the village of Maiuni. We have three brothers, two of whom are long gone, and I am the youngest of them. The eldest brother is called Jamur, and the second brother is called Portal. Jamur looks exactly like his mother, so our dear old mother loves him the most. He was always by his mother's side: touching the east and west, helping her with the work, sowing seeds, plowing the fields in the melon fields, vineyards, vegetable gardens, planting cabbage, planting shallots, raising flowers, planting trees. 'I didn't give my daughter, but Jamir is my housekeeper!' Mother used to say that. ”

"Boys, this Jamir is a good boy! Like a flower in the garden! …… Usually he is very good-looking, dressed up beautifully, and when the festival comes, he puts on new clothes, and you don't want to take your eyes off him anymore when you see him! He got up early in the morning on Sunday, oiled his loafers (he always wore them on Sundays and on great festivals), painted them as bright as a mirror, and put on white leggings and a linen shirt embroidered with red, blue, green, yellow, and black threads on the sleeves and placket; a new sheepskin hat on his head; With a red belt around his waist and a little black beard, he went to the temple of worship to worship. When he came out of the mosque, the old, the young, the married, the unmarried, the male and the female stopped to see him. The old woman, the old man, the big girl, the young man, the women, the man—all looked at him, and looked at him with pleasure in their hearts, as if they liked him so much that they wanted to eat him in one bite! The men always nodded to him and said to him: 'Good morning, Jamur!' How are you? How is your health? ''Blessing of Hellas!'' I am fine. How are you guys? When he had said that, he went to work. The old men pointed to him and said to their sons: 'Look at Jamur, children! You should also learn from him who understands the rules so much, loves to work so much, loves housekeepers so much, is so kind, so diligent, and so brave. The old women just sighed and said; I envy the mother who gave birth to this child and the father who said he was his son! The women and the girls gathered together and said to each other: 'Look, sister! Look, aunt! Look, auntie! The other said: 'Look, mother! The mother said to her daughter: 'Behold, my darling, the son of old man Ksed's family has grown up and how well he has grown!' It didn't seem to be a boy, but a drop of dew! Jamur walked softly, as if he had not heard anything about him, and pretended not to know all this, but smiled slightly. I don't know, boys, what is the reason why the whole village loves Jamur: the girls marvel at him, they want to lose weight when they think of him, the women like him, the old people love him, the lads love him, and they are willing to go to the trouble for him; He also did a lot of good things for all of them: he taught them all sorts of things, he helped them build cars, he bought them cheap animals, he picked cows for them, and he did many other good things. He used to come home, get something to eat, and go back to work, and he could not sit idly like an imam, but always looked at the cattle to see if there was any fodder, and then went to feed the chickens and ducks. In a word, he was always going around, looking everywhere, everything was in his mind, and he kept everything in order. Young men, tell you, you will never see a bachelor like Jamur! My father was also a man of work, and even though he was old, even he used to say to Jamur: 'You, Jamur, you can't stand it without work, you have to go everywhere, you have to take care of everything, feed the animals, feed the chickens and ducks; planting vegetables and turnips in the garden; Fix furniture at home, and help your mother with her work! My good son, you can rest for a while, and let Potel and Ustman do their work for a while, and be busy for a while! Jamur waved his hand, smiled and said, 'Alas, Daddy, what kind of work is this!' 'What can you do about such a smart, capable, quick-witted, industrious young man, who is not at all able able to sit still and not do anything, and is born a steward. Seriously, he only rests when he's sleeping. ”

Suddenly, however, Jamur began to change, and it was not long before he became a completely different person. He was always meditating, always frowning, not eating, not drinking, not singing, and not sleeping. If he goes out into the field, you will see that he is not working there, but sitting under a sour apple or walnut tree; Holding his head in the palm of his hand, he looked at the village with his eyes blank; Or I saw him rolling around in the grass, or wandering back and forth, sighing, and not plowing the field at all. ”

"'O Jamur, son, what is wrong with you, my darling? Are you sick? Where do you hurt, my child? Mom asked him. ”

"'Nothing, Mom! I don't hurt anywhere. He said, then sighed and walked away. ”

"Mom looked at her child and cried, and Dad just coughed and sighed, twisted his beard, and frowned."

"One night when Jamur went out of the village, Potor went out afterwards, and quietly followed him, not letting him see him; Potter wondered where he was going so late and raining. Jamur walked, walked, and stopped by the fence of old man Giad; Old man Guiad had a girl who was unusually beautiful and flamboyant: a pair of black eyes like two ripe cherries, eyes that only antelopes have; Her face was white and red; She was as jopty as a swallow, as agile as a quail, and as tame as a Georgian lamb. Her name is Rahagul. ”

"It was a dark night with no fingers in sight, and it was pouring rain. It was only by the light of lightning that Potter could see how Jamur had jumped over the fence, and how Rahakul had come out of her house and walked towards the hayshed, where Jamur was waiting for her. Potel put his ear close to the fence, and all he could hear was: 'How's that, Rahagul, do you want me to ask a matchmaker to do the matchmaking?' I want my mother to ask for you tomorrow. I've got twenty gold coins ready, and I've bought my boots, just waiting for you to tell me a message—do you want a matchmaker to do it?" ’”

"'Hold on, Jamur, hold on!' She said. ”

"'What about Hador? He loves you and wants to marry you...... I'm afraid of this pest: he's going to give us bad ......'"

"'Hador? Bad? ......' Rahagul just repeated, then fell silent for a moment, and said, 'You ask for a match, Jamur, you ask for a matchmaker!' Whatever Kala bestows; Whatever life should be! ’”

The two men talked a great deal of things, but Potter could not hear them clearly, and all he heard was that Rahgul had asked Jamur to take the handkerchief she was wearing and put it in his belt; Jamur told her that he was going to keep the handkerchief in the hem of his shirt forever and keep it close to his heart. ”

"I went to the city to harvest wheat; When he returned, he was just in time for the big event: Jamur was already engaged, had drunk the engagement wine, and was ready to be married in two weeks, after the festival. It was the feast of rest, and it was not good for work, marriage, or childbearing. At least that's what the grandmothers say, whether that's true, I don't know. The Imam, also known as Old Man Bassen, said that it is not sinful for a person to work on the Feast of Rest, but another Imam, Old Man Barnadi, said that it is sinful; Who knows which one of them is right! After the holidays, everyone went to work. Portale went to the vineyards to press strips and prune; There he met Hador. Hador is the guardian of our village. This man was a ruffian who worked for the Qianguo government, and he was also a drunkard: he had changed his tattered clothes and drank all that was left of his tattered cloth trousers, an old-fashioned spear, a knife, a short gun, and nothing else. He was ragged, covered in lice, and smelled disgusting, but he was a true Islamist, an aha (the old Bo people called him, here it means a general term for lords and adults). Therefore, he knew that he could find food wherever he went. Ahha's power is not small, brothers! As soon as the ruffian saw Potelle, he walked up to him, sat down on the top pile, and shouted: 'Hey, I said lowly heretic, Portal, come here!' ’”

"Potor put down his scythe from cutting the vine, approached Hador, and asked him, 'What are you going to do, Hador?' ”

"I said you, tough guy, tell Jamur not to marry Rahguri! Didn't he know she was my sweetheart? Didn't he know that I was going to marry her and take her back to his hometown? I swear to the true god that I will screw Jamur's head off my shoulder! If he dares to fight me, let him know that he is a heretic and that I am a Qianguo. ’”

"Even if you are a Qianguo, you don't have horns on your head, you are human, and Jamur is also human! You can't snatch other people's girls by force, now that the Qianguo government has also issued a decree to carry out innovation, respect all beliefs, you are a Qianguo person, don't you know? ’”

"'Innovation!' Hador repeated, spitting. 'Renewal, I say pagan, do you know what reformation is? Nothing beats you like a reform decree. The innovations of the Great Qian Emperor will beat you hard, will weigh you down, will rob you, and will drink your blood. Let the Decree of Reform protect you, I hope so! I said, Portal, don't expect a decree! You know very well that there can be no reform between the Qianguo and you heretics; You know, the Decree of Reform is an empty bag of walnuts. The Qianguo people said that this is 'a bottomless bucket, an empty barn'. Whether it is a governor, a general, or a county official, they all listen to my Hador, but as for Jamur, even the devil does not want to know him. We will see soon whether the decree will protect you. I said Portal, let this piece of paper listen to you. I'll let you remember: take that decree and glue the windows. You know, the decree is useless to no one, except for those who make peanut candy, they can use it to wrap sugar. But you, Portal, don't count on the Reform Decree anymore. ”

"'I know,' replied Portal, 'but you, Hador, know what, that time is coming soon!' Yes! …… That time will soon come before us, then, Hador, do you know what will happen? We are going to make drums out of the skins of you true pagans, and dance to the music of these drums. When that day comes, I will tell you, Lord Hador, you know what it says in the Muhammad almanam: 'O soul, endure; Suffer O flesh and skin—one day you will come out! 'Lord Hador, do you like this almanac?' - Why didn't you speak? I don't think you like it! Listen, Hador, if you don't believe me, then ask your imams and they will tell you what is written in the Muhammad almanac. ’”

"'Shut up, heretic, or I'll cut off your head, if you swear to the true God, Zara!'" Go do your job quickly, don't annoy the Qianguo people...... Go and tell Jamur not to marry Rahguri, or he won't end well. ’”

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