Chapter 337: Sending You A Thousand Miles Away, There Will Always Be a Farewell
Shao Shang turned his head and looked: "What does that mean? Is this a clue to the treasure map?"
After studying for a long time without any results, and their hands getting cold, they gave up. Seeing that they were both interested in treasure hunting, Jin Yuji encouraged them in her accented Mandarin: "There's a legend that further north in Goguryeo there's a huge treasure left over from the pre-Qin period. If you have the chance, maybe you can go and look for it."
He Zhaojun nodded: "Okay, but I think... we should knock this fish unconscious first."
The two of them then noticed the fish twisting and turning, whipping the ice with its tail, and about to slip through the gap into the water. Jin Yuji quickly scooped the fish up with her net and licked her lips. "Sweet and sour carp, arranged."
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Little New Year's Eve.
When everyone was half drunk, Wen Ziduan saw a figure flash outside the tent. He whispered a greeting to He Zhaojun, then lifted the curtain and, not surprisingly, saw Ti Houshan ready to go.
"Why, are you leaving?"
"Yeah." Tihoushan nodded. He once again looked at Wen Ziduan's strange yet familiar face and smiled bitterly. If he were just an ordinary prince, he could have taken him back to the Xiongnu. After all, whether he was on a diplomatic mission or a marriage alliance, a princess or a prince, it didn't seem that important.
But he happened to be the next emperor. Tihoushan knew that some people could only remain in memory, just like this glass of wine tonight, which he would never be able to drink again in his life.
"I have nothing to offer you, but a promise." Tihoushan placed his right hand on his left chest and solemnly swore, "I, Tihoushan, promise in the name of my ancestor, the Chanyu, that the Xiongnu will never again invade the Han border during our lifetimes."
Wen Ziduan knew the weight of this promise. It meant that the young Huhanye Chanyu would need to march north, even coercing other tribes, to keep all these potential dangers out of the Han Dynasty.
"Okay, come to the capital when you have time, and I will treat you to some yogurt again." Wen Ziduan smiled, poured another glass of wine, and handed it to Ti Houshan.
But he simply looked at Wen Ziduan and didn't accept his drink. Then, without hesitation, he turned and waved toward the night sky. The Xiongnu tribesmen responded with a chorus of greetings. Tihoushan shouted something in Turkic, and Wen Ziduan instinctively turned to look at the tent entrance. Sure enough, He Zhaojun was looking at him with a smile.
"What did he mean?" Wen Ziduan recalled his pronunciation, but found that he really seemed to not know the word.
He Zhaojun smiled: "He said goodbye."
Wen Ziduan shrugged and pulled He Zhaojun into the tent. Perhaps only He Zhaojun knew what Ti Houshan meant by those words that he never wanted Wen Ziduan to understand, yet he also wanted him to understand.
The next day, they bid farewell to the people of Yumen Pass and set off for the capital. Ti Houshan took much of He Zhaojun's dowry with him, providing them with valuable knowledge. The rest remained at Yumen Pass, helping the people there survive the next and next harsh winter.
Unlike the tense and thrilling journey here, the return journey was more of a relaxing and comfortable feeling after the battle. Although they still failed to completely eliminate the rebel assassins led by Tian Shuo, and the danger was still lurking around, no one cared.
Even the inns and local officials who were passing by to rest temporarily came to congratulate and express their congratulations, everyone wanted to share in the blessings.
Because among this team, there are three couples who are about to hold their belated wedding banquets on the same day.
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