Chapter 72: Changge Dorji pulled the reins and said with a smile: "Yes...

Dorji held the reins and asked with a smile, "Is there?"

"Of course! I watched you grow up, I don't know what kind of person you are?"

"Maybe," Dorji paused, "it's because I turned a disaster into a blessing. Anyway, I'm not hurt."

Although he was talking to Chao Lu, his eyes passed through him and fell on the back, with a smile on his lips.

Chaolu followed Dorji's gaze and saw the princess, supported by her maid, walking towards him slowly.

Chao Lu suddenly realized that he was an experienced person, and this kind of smile was only for the woman he loved very much. Perhaps it was because adversity testifies to true friendship, and the princess liked him a little more.

Young love is wonderful.

Muxue walked over and saw that the uncle and nephew were both in a good mood, which made her a little confused.

"Uncle, please make this trip."

Chao Lu was very happy to hear the princess calling him uncle: "Princess, that's not true. I just wish the horse could grow wings and fly over to you, so you would be scared."

Mu Xue pursed her lips and said, "It was a shock for sure, but luckily it was safe."

Chao Lu led about a hundred riders to escort them. All of them had been on the battlefield and seen blood, and they were full of murderous spirit. With so many people protecting them, not only Mu Xue, but the entire princess's team relaxed a little, no longer tense. The wounded were placed in the middle of the team, with experienced soldiers in front and behind. The horses ran together, raising a rolling red dust, and the sound of horse hooves echoed in the desert. The foraging sand foxes ran far away, and the jerboas rolled into their holes, all hiding far away.

Because Chaolu was leading the battle, Dorji had some free time. He squeezed onto the cart and hugged Muxue in his arms, as if she was holding a rare treasure.

"You don't feel hot either." Mu Xue leaned on him and muttered, but held his hand and didn't let go.

"It's autumn now, how can it be hot?" Dorji didn't let go. At this moment, he just wanted to stick to her like taffy.

In the past, when he was in the army, he laughed with others at a young Taiji because he often looked at a silver hairpin when he was resting. The hairpin belonged to his newlywed wife. At that time, Dorji, like others, thought it was not right for a man to think about a woman all day long, and he also made some jokes.

The man was annoyed by the ridicule and said, "What do you know? A bunch of wild horses running around. I own the grassland!"

Now, Dorji understood a little. He held her in his arms, and the cart was still rolling over the wasteland mixed with gravel, but he felt at ease as if he had returned to the embrace of the grassland.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of Muxue's head: "I am the horse, and you are my grassland."

"What?" Mu Xue tilted her head, not quite understanding for a moment.

Dorji just smiled and said, "Princess, can you give me the golden hairpin on your temples?"

"What do you want this for?"

"Hmm, I want to collect it."

Although it was strange, Muxue still agreed. When they set up the tent at night, she let him pull out the golden hairpin.

The candlelight flickered, the golden hairpin was taken out, and the black hair fluttered in the wind, like a waterfall, as soft as satin.

Mu Xue sat with her back to him, her long hair untied, and she was stunningly beautiful.

Dorji's breathing stagnated, he stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of hair and sniffed it: "No wonder the Han people always forbid girls to let their hair down in front of men."

Muxue turned her head and saw his silly look, and she also smiled.

"You understand this." She thought for a moment, then said, "Have you ever heard of a couple getting married and loving each other without any doubt?"

He grasped her hair in his hands and moved closer to her: "I haven't heard of it. Teach me."

"It's about the hair-tying ceremony. The husband and wife each take a lock of hair and tie a knot. From then on, they are inseparable."

When Dorji heard this, he said, "Then let's also have the hair-tying ceremony, okay?"

She was shaken by him and laughed: "Okay, okay, okay, don't bother me. Just get a pair of small scissors, I'll go call Rong'er."

"No need," Dorji said, "Isn't your silver knife still under your pillow? Use that to get the hair."

Mu Xue turned her head to look at him, then turned over the pillow.

"Actually, I don't mean anything else. I'm just used to feeling safe."

Dorji took the silver knife and smiled: "I know, this habit of yours is also very good, it can suppress evil."

He first cut off a strand of his own hair to confirm the sharpness of the blade before he took Muxue's hair.

The two strands of hair were placed together. Dorji tied a knot, but it was not enough, so he tied another tight knot.

"Now, we can firmly tie the knot as husband and wife, and love each other without doubt."

Mu Xue saw the knot and couldn't help laughing.

"How can you tie a knot like this?"

Dorji raised his eyebrows and said, "There is a price to pay for making fun of others."

As he spoke, he suddenly picked her up by the waist and walked towards the bed.

Suddenly feeling weightless, Mu Xue screamed and put her arms around his neck: "Hey, your uncle's tent is set up next to us!"

"Yes," Dorji put her down gently and said meaningfully, "But fortunately - the princess doesn't like to be called."

Before I could say anything more, his hand had already reached in.

The two people's hair intertwined and became completely entangled in their suppressed breathing.

For the rest of the journey, he stayed by her side almost day and night.

This guy is a bit shameless. Even when Chao Lu teased him about being unable to live without his wife, he still had a smug look on his face, as if to say, "I know you are jealous that I have a wife to stick to."

Even in the daytime, Dorji accompanied Muxue in the horse-drawn cart. Muxue couldn't stand it anymore, as this man started to act like a spoiled child and make trouble.

"When we return to Kulun, the princess will surely be busy and won't be able to accompany me like this. The journey is only a few days, so just consider it as a pity for me."

There is no choice but to let him stay.

Dorji was content to continue hugging her. In the afternoon, the sun was warm and he was inevitably a little drowsy. Dorji slept for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the person in his arms was still looking forward, with no signs of taking a nap.

This happened for two or three days in a row, but the princess clearly had the habit of taking a nap in the past.

Dorji frowned, looked at her hair swirling, thought for a moment, and asked softly, "Are you still a little scared?"

After all, when she encountered the sand bandits, she was sleeping in the cart.

Mu Xue froze for a moment and said, "No..."

The soft flesh on her waist was pinched. She said reluctantly, "Okay, maybe a little, just a little. But it doesn't matter, I can sleep at night anyway."

He held her arm tightly, and after a while, Dorji lowered his head and said, "I will sing for you. When you hear the song, you will know I am here. Even in your dreams, you can hear the song, and maybe you will fall asleep."

He cleared his throat and sang softly in her ear.

The song is about the epic "Jangar", which is very popular among Mongolians and Tibetans today. It tells the story of Jangar proposing to a princess for Honggur.

His singing voice was low and there were many names of places in it. Mu Xue felt a little sleepy as she listened.

Finally, I fell asleep peacefully in his arms, and there seemed to be singing to accompany me in my dreams.

The gravel crushed by the horse-drawn cart turned into yellow grass. After the song was sung, the warrior repelled the big black camel, but was turned bald by a mysterious force. After participating in the Nadam and winning, he returned to his original appearance and won the heart of the princess.

Kulun has arrived.

On the day of arrival, Tushetu Khan personally came out of the royal tent to greet them.

"Princess? Are you scared? How come there are still remnant Junggar soldiers near the Zasaktu Khanate? They are just like rats. I have ordered the warriors to go and clear them out."

Mu Xue was a little impressed after hearing this. This ability to stir up trouble is really first-rate. With this sentence, Tushetu Khan directly dragged the Zasaktu Khan tribe into the water. I believe that when reporting to Emperor Kangxi in the future, he will also add this sentence, and will highlight it in capital letters. It shows that it is not just my tribe that is in turmoil, and the rest of their tribes are not much better.

In addition to sighing, this kind of thinking is also worth learning.

Think about it, what was Tushetu Khan planning to do when he was so hasty to defend himself after just seeing her? He must have guessed that he would immediately send a letter to the capital to explain the matter to Khan Ama after returning. Therefore, he came to remind her, hoping that she could say something good, at least not speak ill of Tushetu Khan's tribe.

It's not impossible to say nice things to her, but it's not possible to just talk nonsense and try to please her.

In a flash, Mu Xue made up her mind, sighed deeply with a bitter face, and acted as if she was still frightened:

"Is it really so? In this vast desert, I can't tell which area was attacked. It's really scary. Many of my guards were injured. They are loyal people like the guards under the prince consort's tent. They shed blood to protect me, and they can't shed tears again. I promised to use the best medicine to treat them, even if it is more expensive, it doesn't matter if I spend more gold and silver. I will definitely reward such brave and loyal guards with some cattle and sheep. Only in this way can everyone know that as long as you work hard, you will definitely be rewarded. It can also be regarded as setting a good example. What do you think, Khan?"

Tushetu Khan narrowed his eyes and thought, "I didn't realize it before, but this little girl is really hard to fool. She is not like an ordinary innocent young woman who can easily get away with it by saying a few nice words and making a good gesture. She is actually a person who won't show her hand until she sees the rabbit."

Although it somewhat subverted the image of this ordinary princess in his mind, Tushetu Khan couldn't help but look up to her.

He stroked his beard and smiled: "Princess, you are right. This is the truth. After all, I am the elder. Since I am here, how can I let my grandson's wife spend money? That's it. Princess, you can reward them, but I will pay for the cattle, sheep, gold and silver."

"Is the Khan serious about what he said? However, this doesn't seem to be a good idea."

"What's wrong with that? It's settled." Tushetu Khan waved his hand, "I'll give the princess some more cattle and sheep as a gift to calm her down. I've already informed the Living Buddha. You can go to the Great Monastery later and let the lamas get rid of the bad luck for you."

That night, after Tushetu Khan had dinner, he ordered his attendants to prepare some wine.

The wine had just been warmed when they heard the message that the young prince wanted to see him.

Tushetu Khan lay on the couch and said with a smile, "I thought it was time for you to come. You made the princess very happy. I heard that your relationship has become even better during this journey."

Dorji took a seat and said, "That's right. Grandfather, don't worry. From what I've seen from the princess, she doesn't think it's our fault. She just wants to take this opportunity to ask for some candy."

"She is a smart woman." Tushetu Khan looked at his grandson who was highly expected by everyone. "Fortunately, she is now the daughter-in-law of my Tushetu Khanate. You have been married for two years and have a good relationship. Why is there no good news yet? You must work harder. When she gives birth to the heir of my Tushetu Khanate, her interests will naturally be one with ours, and then there will be nothing to worry about."

Hearing this, Dorji frowned.

He knew that once he got back on track, many things would no longer be so pure.