Chapter 138 Public Trial
Sharhun personally interrogated them, and many people were present.
There were generals who looked down on men from the Central Plains like Yun Fuzhi, and there were also women from the Chi tribe who were curious about why this man was being interrogated in public.
Yun Fuzhi already had the pride of the Yun family. He wore a snow-white robe and had a bamboo flute on his waist.
When you have nothing to do, you can play music from your hometown.
"Mr. Fu, please don't mind. I just want to give you justice." Sharhun's face was dignified like a superior.
On the desk were piles of paintings and letters written by Yun Fuzhi, as well as letters sent by Yun Zhuan'an when he was not far from the Yuan Kingdom some time ago.
The scent mixed with wind-dried begonias is the one that often lingers on Jiaojiao's body.
The temperature in Biansha is slowly dropping with the coming of winter, but Yun Fuzhi feels as if he just arrived in Biansha.
"Fu Yun has met the Khan." Yun Fuzhi stood there, like the afterglow of autumn in the desert and the morning sun in winter.
His manners and upbringing make it impossible to tell whether he is right or wrong.
The people of Biansha may not understand what the jade tree in front of the steps means, but they certainly know what the young man as beautiful as jade means.
Sure enough, many Chi tribe women who were watching began to discuss in whispers.
"My God, this Central Plains man looks so different from the men in Biansha. He looks so gentle."
"That's right, and she knows etiquette. If I had known this earlier and shown her some courtesy, maybe I would have had the chance to visit the Central Plains!"
"What a pity! Our princess has been staring at that young man!"
"Yeah, I'm afraid we have no chance!"
Yun Fuzhi turned a deaf ear to these voices and was neither arrogant nor impatient, which made Sharhun very appreciative.
Tu Ming was a bit rash and threw a letter directly in front of Yun Fuzhi:
"Since you haven't told anyone about my Chi tribe, then read this letter to everyone!"
Ge Duo was anxious and shouted: "Tu Ming, you are too bullying!"
Yun Fuzhi did not feel offended. Instead, he picked up the letter gracefully and brushed off the dust on it: "I will grant your wish."
"It's nice to see you writing, Jiaojiao. Today I went to the Junmuge Desert. The scenery there is very beautiful, with smoke rising from the desert and the setting sun over the long river. It is different from the lonely autumn scenery in the Central Plains. One is magnificent and the other is beautiful. My brother's brush is not strong enough to paint even one ten-thousandth of this scenery..."
"Jiaojiao, Zhan Xinjia, you will probably be very surprised. I have arrived at the border of Biansha. The customs and habits here are very different from those in the Central Plains. If you can understand what a dashing and lively woman and an innocent child are, you can imagine that Biansha teaches children to be bold and to be good at horseback riding, while the Central Plains teaches them to be reserved and polite. Everything is a little different from what you see in the books..."
"They can race horses, wrestle, drink kumis, and run freely on the grassland. Jiaojiao, if you are free enough, you will have your own scenery..."
Yun Fuzhi's voice was as clear as a mountain spring, flowing like a trickle in the hearts of those present.
These envelopes honestly expressed the gentle man's impressions of Biansha and his praise for this desert that the people of Biansha loved so much.
There are many words of care and concern in Chen's poems.
The brave women couldn't help guessing that this "jiaojiao" was his sweetheart, so one of them asked loudly:
"Mr. Fu, who is the 'Jiao Jiao' in your writing?"
Yun Fuzhi was slightly stunned, then he smiled warmly: "She is my younger sister, she is thirteen years old next year..."
Soon, it will be the end of the year in Central Plains.
It was her younger sister. The woman couldn't help but feel happy when she got the response: "Do you have a wife?"
Yun Fuzhi said openly: "I haven't married yet."
Tu Ming was about to lose control of the situation and felt a little embarrassed. He actually judged others by his own standards.
"General Tu Ming, don't mind me. These letters are normal correspondence between me and my sister. I'm sure you have also seen those scrolls, which show magnificent desert scenery and Princess Geduo. The Chi tribe treats a foreigner like me very kindly, and I am very grateful." Yun Fuzhi still maintained his courtesy.
Even after being locked up overnight, nothing changed.
This made Tu Ming feel a little embarrassed, but this Central Plains man did not blame him at all and remained friendly.
"I am the one who offended you." Tu Ming could take it and put it down.
It was his fault for casually throwing the lonely traveler's longing for home in a foreign land onto the ground and letting it get covered in dust.
"But Mr. Fu is also a responsible man from the Central Plains. Let's fight fairly. Whoever wins can marry Princess Geduo!" Tu Ming grew up with Geduo and has liked her since childhood.
Yun Fuzhi agreed without hesitation: "Okay, but I'm not good at martial arts."
"It doesn't matter, we're just competing in cavalry." Tu Ming was a frank general who would not take advantage of anyone.
He was very good on horseback, but he didn't bring it up.
"This is not..." Before Geduo could finish his words, he was stopped by Sharhun.
Sharhun said sternly, "Geduo, don't be willful. Now that you are in our Chi tribe, you must follow the rules when pursuing anyone! You are the little princess of our Chi tribe and Dongyi, you must not break the etiquette and let others look down on you!"
Ge Duo's words were about to come out of her mouth, but she swallowed them all back.
She was actually very happy that Fu Yun was able to accept the challenge. Did this mean that she had a certain position in Fu Yun's heart?
Geduo was looking forward to it, but couldn't help feeling shy.
Being courted by a victorious warrior is a sight that all desert daughters envy.
It was still early, so Sharhun agreed to their idea and asked people to prepare bows and arrows and horses.
The target is moving and the horse race has obstacles.
According to the rules, two out of three games are played, and archery only counts the number of arrows that hit the bull's eye.
Tu Ming has always been confident in riding and shooting, so he took the first move.
One round consists of five arrows, shot at a distance of twenty feet.
None of the swords Tu Ming shot missed the target, and three of them hit the bull's eye.
It was rare for a young man to have such superb archery skills, which inevitably aroused cheers.
Sharhun also stroked his beard, feeling very proud.
When it was Yun Fuzhi's turn, he was as calm as a mountain, and every target seemed to slow down its movements in his eyes.
But he moved quickly, drawing his bow and shooting arrows, one after another, and in the end, every arrow hit the bull's eye.
Tu Ming was not discouraged. At the end of the archery competition, Yun Fuzhi won. The little girl watching on the side looked at Yun Fuzhi's elegance and natural momentum in archery, and her cheers were even louder than Tu Ming's.
Yun Fuzhi is not good at martial arts, but he is very good at riding a horse.
Perhaps Tu Ming was in a hurry and nearly tripped several times when trying to overcome obstacles. The bystanders also became much quieter.
Yunfuzhi appears to be more stable and at ease.
No need to guess the result.
Yun Fuzhi is no worse than Biansha Naner, but he...
(End of this chapter)