Chapter 248 Entering the Grassland
Zhao Tingduo had never noticed that Abu talked so much. He was like a sparrow, chirping non-stop along the way.
Abu suddenly saw the whip coming and realized something was wrong. He leaned his fat body back and lay flat on the horse's back, and the whip passed in front of him.
After being chased away by Zhao Tingduo, Abu stopped walking slowly and shouted:
"Young Master, I'm going back first." He kicked the horse's belly and ran forward like the wind.
He had been holding it in during the Wu Dynasty, fearing that he would make a mistake if he spoke, but he was too frustrated.
When Zhao Tingduo heard Abu calling out "Young Master", his heart tightened. He turned around and saw that Song Liyun had fallen far behind.
Ju Qingma was injured and retired. He looked normal at ordinary times, but after entering the grassland, he lost his speed after running fast for only a few minutes. Now he was walking slowly and leisurely, and occasionally ate a mouthful of grass.
Song Liyun also looked around with admiration. The scenery here was completely different from that of Suijin Town.
Zhao Tingduo turned his horse around, dismounted, and walked over to Song Liyun: "Yun'er, do you want to get off and take a walk?"
Song Liyun took off her hood, brushed away the messy hair on her forehead, smiled naturally, and reached out her hand...
Zhao Tingduo brought Song Liyun to the grassland not only for the prosperity of the Wuda tribe, but also for himself.
After leaving Qili County, he regretted pretending to be awkward with Song Liyun.
Especially this time when he entered the Qili County Government Office, Jiang Feng returned the bloodstone that he had originally entrusted to Song Liyun to himself, and also said a few words.
Jiang Feng said: "As the Marquis's beloved son, the Third Young Master should follow his parents' arrangements for marriage, and there will be a noble lady to match him with.
Although Miss Song has good character and appearance, she is of low status and cannot marry into a wealthy family.
Moreover, she has a strong character. If the young master takes her as a concubine, she may not get along with the mistress. Disharmony between wife and concubine is the source of chaos in a family.
Madam Wu Ya probably wouldn't want you to bring a woman from the Wu Dynasty back with you."
When he heard these words, Zhao Tingduo could not describe his frustration.
How could he have entrusted such an important matter to him at that time? And he also knew from Xiao An that it was Miss Song's birthday.
What was supposed to be a beautiful thing was ruined by this self-righteous guy.
Concubine? Wealthy family?
Others only saw that Zhao Tingduo was the third son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, but what they didn't know was that this third son could not appear in public in the Wu Dynasty, and those noble ladies could not get close to him.
She can decide her own marriage. The Di Lu tribe only has wives and concubines, so the things that Jiang Feng is worried about will never happen.
If Jiang Feng had not pointed it out directly, Zhao Tingduo would not have thought it through so thoroughly, nor would he have brought Song Liyun to the grassland immediately.
He really likes Song Liyun.
When Zhao Tingduo just came of age, the Marquis of Zhenbei planned to choose a lady from a prominent family in Hecheng to marry him, but was rejected by Madam Wuya. The two had a big fight and almost broke up.
But it was almost like a breakup. Madam Wuya said that since her son was old enough to get married, he was an adult and she would soon take the tribe away from Xishi Pass.
The Marquis of Zhenbei had no choice but to make concessions.
The Marquis of Zhenbei agreed to let Zhao Tingduo choose his own marriage partner, but he required that the girl must be from the Wu Dynasty with a clean background.
Mrs. Uya also set a condition for her daughter-in-law: if she wanted to get married, she had to return to the grassland to live.
She didn't want her son to be killed by the Emperor Wu.
As for tribal marriage, I am also unwilling to do so.
Although each wife would use slaves, cattle, sheep and pasture as a dowry.
That belongs to my wife. What does it have to do with me? A real man would take it down himself.
Such a marriage is easy, but not easy, and it is even harder if you like it.
In the vast sea of grass, two people walked side by side, holding horses. Before they knew it, the sky dotted with stars was dyed red little by little by the morning glow. The sun slowly parted the morning mist, broke through the clouds, and the sunlight spread across the earth.
Tents appeared in the sunlight, with only a few wisps of smoke rising from the air.
"Yun'er, the Dilu tribe is ahead."
As soon as Zhao Tingduo finished speaking, more than a dozen horses galloped towards the tent, cheering "Haha".
Outside the yurt, an old woman came out with a smile, leaning on a cane, wearing a long robe with light brown trim, a braided hair, a palm-sized round silver ornament on her head, and a string of wax honey beads around her neck.
"Beggar Mama!" Zhao Tingduo shouted in surprise. He dropped his horse and ran to the old woman, bowing and greeting her. "Why are you here, Mama?"
The old woman touched his face and said lovingly, "Your mother said you were back, so I came to see you. Go quickly, don't keep the girl waiting too long!"
Seeing that Zhao Tingduo was close to the woman, Song Liyun waited aside and let the two talk.
But just after she said that, Zhao Tingduo came towards her, supporting the old woman and saying, "Liyun, this is the beggar!"
Song Liyun hurried forward and bowed, "Hello, Auntie!"
The old woman nodded with a smile and said in Wuchao dialect: "Miss, you have had a hard journey. Come into the yurt and have some tea!"
Exquisite wooden bowls, snow-white felt tents, and the smiling old lady in front of me, whose face has turned red due to the high altitude sun.
If it weren't for the wrong clothes she was wearing, Song Liyun would have felt like she was camping and traveling in a scenic spot before the end of the world.
A sip of fragrant hot milk tea can alleviate most of the fatigue of riding all night.
This milk tea... Song Liyun raised her eyebrows. It was the same as the one she drank at Baolinju. Could it be that Ah Shi brought it from here that night?
A round trip from Suijin Town would take a whole night no matter how fast. No wonder he and Abu slept for half a day to catch up on sleep, just because he said "milkshake" at that time?
Thinking of this, she felt a little touched, and her eyes looked at Zhao Tingduo with warmth.
Auntie Qi kept looking at Song Liyun with a smile, and when she saw her looking at her young master with tenderness, the smile in her eyes deepened.
Because she had eaten dry food on the road, Song Liyun was not hungry. After drinking tea, she was taken to the corner of the yurt by the nanny.
"Miss, you haven't slept all night, so take a rest first. This place is not as good as your home, so you can only make do with it. I don't know if you can accept it."
"Auntie, I also come from a farming family and can endure any hardship." Song Liyun looked at the things in the corner and said seriously.
The old woman smiled and nodded: "Good girl!"
In the corner, someone carefully separated a rest area with cowhide hanging from the roof of the yurt.
The low wooden couch was covered with layers of wool felt mats, and on top of that were brand new cotton pads and fine silk quilts.
Are you worried that you can't get used to the fishy smell of the wool mattress?
Even if Song Liyun was a fool at this time, she could see that Zhao A Shi had a special relationship with this "Di Lu Tribe" that looked too exquisite.
These things should be specially prepared for yourself.
Song Liyun felt a little unhappy and uneasy.
It is said that one cannot receive reward without merit, and I received this care for no reason.
According to the previous agreement at Baolinju, I came to the grassland only to buy sheep and furs.
But now, the people of this tribe were not only respectful to A Shi, but also extremely polite to him, as if they were not here to discuss business, but rather to be guests.
And the herdsmen didn't come closer, just watched from afar. How could they buy sheep like this?
There is a problem here!
I've noticed that whenever I write about marriage, my favorites and subscriptions drop. Ugh! Is this really too awkward? Could you all give me some pointers? I'm writing about classical Chinese. I'd better avoid the melodramatic plots and just move on!
(End of this chapter)
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