Chapter 52 Knowing My Name Mu Xue was silent for a moment. …
Mu Xue was silent for a moment.
"Yes, you can also use the idiom 'indulge in love and then abandon', but? Is that how it is used?"
"Really?" Dorji stood in front of her, "Why do I feel like the princess is coaxing me?"
He whispered, "Why? Why didn't you see me all of a sudden? Is it... did I kiss you badly?"
Mu Xue covered his mouth with her hand and shook her head fiercely: "No, hey, please don't talk about this here, okay?"
She dragged him into the tent. After dismissing the servants, Mu Xue sat on the beauty couch and hugged a cool pillow in her arms.
"I just have some complicated feelings. I don't know why... oh, anyway, I am a very troublesome person!"
As she was talking, Mu Xue felt a little disappointed. She was sensitive, nitpicky, and petty, and she knew it herself. Sometimes she would be jealous of other sunny and cheerful girls, such as the Fifth Princess, who was really a very gentle and happy person, unlike her, who would get secretly angry or upset because of a few words.
Once, when she was taking a nap, Concubine Yi came to see her. Having just seen the Empress Dowager give the fifth princess a pearl bracelet out of love, she sighed and said, "If the fourth girl was more cheerful and lively, she would be more likable."
She remembered this sentence for many years. She was such a disgusting person! Why did she care so much about such gossip?
But what she said was not entirely without reason. These personality traits, which were dampened by the rain, seemed to often nail her to the "unpleasant" embroidery frame - some people thought so, and she herself sometimes thought so too.
Sometimes Muxue also hoped that maybe one day she could become a different kind of person, open and confident, able to chat happily with anyone, and surrounded by a large group of friends.
However, the rose cannot become a magnolia, and the moon cannot become the sun. She is still herself, and even if she walks out of the darkness that shrouds her all day long, the basic color of her personality remains unchanged.
Is being introverted and sensitive a sin?
Is there really anyone who would fall in love with me like this?
She glanced at Dorji and quickly looked away.
Damn it, she must have fallen in love with this idiot. Her physical reaction during the kiss proved it before her consciousness.
But she was not sure what he was thinking. If she was not a princess, would he still like a gloomy girl without a crown?
In the windless tent in midsummer, the stagnant air and the stuffiness gradually crept up on me.
Muxue didn't know what to say, so she just lowered her eyes, avoiding Dorji's gaze, and sat there silently.
Maybe he would feel confused and leave angrily.
But no, Dorji squatted down and stared at her. "Are you sad?"
"Can I hug you? I want to hug you." Dorji asked softly.
Mu Xue placed her hand on the pear wood frame, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.
Dorji opened his arms and hugged her gently. This hug was like a bowl of white porcelain plum soup, the kind that had been chilled, dispelling the irritability of the summer heat.
She hesitantly raised her hand holding the pear wood and hugged him back.
A very strange feeling surged in her heart.
There was no need for a kiss, or any other more intimate behavior, just a simple hug, but it calmed her somewhat uneasy heart.
Mu Xue finally spoke, and asked as if to confirm: "Dundubu Dorji, do you like me?"
"Yes. I love you just as a horse loves the grassland."
"But, maybe I'm not that good and not worthy of your love. Putting aside the title of princess, I am... sensitive, unsociable, stingy, and selfish."
"Don't say that."
Dorji held her face in his hands and said, "You are very good the way you are now. Immortality? Even the heavens cannot determine how a person should be in order to be loved."
He laughed softly, "You don't really think I'm stupid, do you? Although our marriage is arranged, if it were someone else, I would respect them, but I would never go to this extent."
"The girl who can please me, Dunduobu Dorji, is the best, kindest, most delicate and bravest girl. That girl is you."
Hearing such a firm tone, Mu Xue looked at him for a while, then reached out and hugged him.
This hug lasted for a long time, and Dorji held her firmly, feeling both proud and compassionate. He was proud that Yueliang took the initiative to hug him, and he felt distressed for Muxue's state of mind.
How did she grow up? Didn't her parents praise her often? Although Dorji lost his parents, his mother never stopped praising him from childhood to adulthood. His earliest memory was learning to use chopsticks. When he successfully picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks, his mother was so excited that she clapped her hands and praised him as the smartest child on the grassland.
It is understandable when you think about it. The Emperor has so many children, and her biological mother is gone, so it is probably rare to hear anyone praise her.
Dorji suddenly felt a strong sense of responsibility and protectiveness, and said, "It's my fault. I should praise you more so that you don't know how good you are."
"Oh? How are you going to praise me?"
"The first thing I want to praise is that he has a good eye for talent like Dunduobu Dorji."
This sentence made Mu Xue laugh: "You are really shameless."
"This is the truth," Dorji said, "Princess, I won't let you down."
"When we're alone, you don't have to call me princess," Mu Xue put her hand on his shoulder and said, "I allow you to call me by my name, Mu Xue."
"Muxue?" The pronunciation sounded like Chinese. Dorji was a little puzzled. "I heard from the Fifth Prince that your name is..."
Muxue interrupted him: "This is the name I gave myself. The setting sun shines, the sky clears after the snow. I like to hear you call me that."
Dorji realized that this was a special honor, so he smiled and said, "Can you teach me how to write these two words?"
"Give me your hand."
Mu Xue wrote her name on his palm stroke by stroke. "Do you remember it?"
"Remember," Dorji said word by word, "Muxue."
The moment she heard him call her name, Mu Xue's body trembled slightly.
How long has it been? She hasn't heard anyone call her name.
She seemed like the girl who strayed into another world in the cartoon "Spirited Away" in the past. Many things were blurry and her memory was fading away, but fortunately she still remembered her own name.
Now, it’s good to have one more person to help her remember.
In the next few days, Dorji privately pronounced her name as if a naughty child had got a new toy, calling her "Muxue" every time he opened his mouth.
Wearing new clothes means "Muxue is so beautiful, this dress makes her look even more beautiful."
Instructing his men to deliver medicinal herbs to Chechen Khan is because "Muxue is really kind and intelligent. She can help others and consolidate the relationship with Chechen Khan."
...Is my name an interjection? I shouted it with great pleasure.
Although she was complaining in her heart, Mu Xue smiled more. It was hard not to be happy when a handsome boy praised her all day long.
Even going to the pasture to see the sheep was more interesting to Muxue. Dorji wanted to come along, but he couldn't because he had some things to deal with at the end of the Nadam Festival.
Muxue also breathed a sigh of relief. How should I put it? Although it was good to have Dorji accompany her, she still liked to have some time alone.
On the green grassland, the gathered sheep move slowly like scattered clouds.
Mu Xue inspected her ranch for the first time, leading her maids and eunuchs as guards, as well as twenty Mongolian soldiers who had crossed the Dorji Pass, riding in a mighty procession.
This area is a summer pasture with abundant grass and water. In winter, the herdsmen will drive the sheep and horses to the winter pasture on the back of the mountain to avoid the wind. The four-season migration is called nomadic.
The shepherd leader who greeted her was an uncle named Wulan, who was said to be a well-known herder in the area, and his wife was also very capable. Every time they moved to another place, the place where Wulan's felt tent was originally stationed was still clean and tidy. After the felt tent was removed, a layer of green grass could still grow on the ground. People on the grassland attach great importance to grass and water sources, and there are many proverbs about protecting water and grass. This kind of care is the same as farmers caring for their crops.
Having received word in advance that the princess was coming, Ulan and his wife, together with the advance guards, set up an open tent for the princess to sit and rest.
Muxue sat in the tent, holding a cup of milk tea, listening to the report from the Ulan couple.
"…The sheep that need to be driven will all be driven from those people's pastures today or tomorrow. They are all good sheep, and we dare not fool them."
"Thank you for your hard work, Rong'er." She called out, and Rong'er came out holding two silk Hadas and handed them to Ulan and his wife, saying that they were rewards from the princess.
The Ulan couple were surprised that the princess was so generous and they thanked her repeatedly.
It was the first time for Muxue to see so many sheep. She was very curious and asked someone to bring a lamb so that she could try to hold it.
The little lamb has black hair with some white hair and looks very docile.
Mu Xue touched the wool on the lamb's head and found it very soft. So she bent down and picked up the lamb again.
"It looks like a ball of cotton." She sighed softly.
Mother Zhao, who had followed the princess out, saw the princess's expression and laughed, "Master Yi probably never imagined how you looked holding a lamb. If she had seen it, she would have been happy too."
This reminded Mu Xue. Although she couldn't see it with her own eyes, she could always ask someone to draw this scene and send it back to the palace for Khan Ama and Concubine Yi to see.
Sometimes images are more direct than words. Seeing her smiling and holding the lamb, Khan Ama probably knew that she had settled down here and was getting along well with the local people. From time to time, you have to pass on information to the big leaders and show your face so that it is convenient to ask for things.
Mu Xue made up her mind and asked, "Is there anyone among you who is good at painting? I want to draw a picture of me holding a lamb and show it to Khan Ama and my mother."
The people below looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one responded. None of them were good at painting.
"Princess, I know a little bit, maybe I can help." Fan Yuqi, a businessman who was watching the sheep, came out. "It's just that I was in such a hurry that I didn't bring any painting materials or pigments."
"That's not a big deal. I have some." Mu Xue still remembered Mrs. Fan. She was the only woman among the large group of merchants, so she had some impression of her. "Bring her here tomorrow and try to paint her."
After touching the sheep, Muxue moved away and watched her men count the sheep.
These sheep are all her money, so she has to keep an eye on them personally and understand the procedures to avoid being fooled.
This look reveals some problems.
They counted the sheep one by one, which was safe when there were not many sheep. But Mu Xue had thousands of sheep. It was easy to make mistakes when counting them one by one. After all, no matter how smart a person was, he would get confused when he counted more than a hundred sheep when facing a group of sheep that would wander around and eat grass.
Need to think of a solution? Improve the method of counting sheep.
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