The Great Han's beauty, 53, leaves the frontier

  August rushes into the forest

  It's another autumn day, the Huns gather at Balin, celebrating the end of the old year and the beginning of the new one, with laughter and joy all over the grassland.

  He returned to the Xiongnu after his northern expedition against the Da Yuezhi, and as soon as he entered the forest, he heard someone whispering, "I heard that woman is about to give birth."

  "Annoying king," he raised an eyebrow and smiled blandly. "What are you talking about? Your complexion doesn't look very good."

  "It turned out to be Prince Qu Yu." The aged King Lou Fan turned his head and saw him, also smiling, "I was saying, the Han princess that Chanyu married is about to give birth in a few days. We're all waiting with bated breath."

  Ji Xian entered to see Modu, Modu patted his shoulder, with a proud expression, "You are the god of war for our Xiongnu, this time I'll have everyone give you a warm welcome."

  "Chanyu is indeed praiseworthy." He let out a bright and clear laugh, "In terms of fighting, I'm no match for Chanyu. It's just that Chanyu holds high position and great power, unlike me who has nothing to tie him down, and can fight wherever he wants."

  The two of them applauded and laughed.

  "Your sword?" Meng Dong's eyes were sharp and immediately spotted the curved knife hanging at Qu Que's waist.

  "Oh. This one." Qiu Xue's knife flashed out, the handle reversed, and handed to Mobei. In an instant, a snow-bright blade light flashed in the king's tent.

  "Good sword." Murong couldn't help but praise.

  "Isn't it beautiful?" The magpie's expression was proud, but in the next second turned into a joyful smile. "This was personally made by Ati and sent to me. This time when I went to war with the Moon Clan, I brought it with me, and at the very least, it has been stained with the blood of over a hundred people."

  "Her... Timiriona?" Mo Dun exclaimed in a low voice.

  So the delicate and timid little girl can also forge swords? "I heard," a glint of light flashed in Moton's eyes, "the double-yoke chariot used by the Left Valley King's tribe nowadays was also made by this sister of yours?"

  "It's not entirely true." Khutulun grinned, her face full of pride for her sister. "Last year she saw the hardships of our people migrating with the seasons and suddenly had an idea - to make a cart with two shafts. It was just a vague notion, but she got everyone in the tribe working on it again and again. At first, no one believed it could be done - if the Han Chinese couldn't do it, how could we Xiongnu? But they humored Altan, and after much trial and error, wasting a lot of wood, one of our herders actually managed to make one. Now, the people in the tribe look up to her more than they do me, the prince."

  "Ah," said Montmorency, profoundly, "the tandem has indeed brought many conveniences to us herdsmen. Although it was not made by Timiria's own hands, her contribution is undeniable. I'd like to reward him properly. By the way, did she come to Linmu this time?"

  "Come." The otter was already laughing so hard that his eyes were invisible, "Ate hasn't liked attending these gatherings for the past two years——but because of this battle, my siblings and I haven't seen each other for several months. Ate came to find me in the forest first, then we'll head back to the tribe together."

  This is the favorite horse racing arena of the Xiongnu people.

  The New Year had begun, and Kiryu the Prince was about to turn ten years old. He had grown much taller than he was a year ago, with broad bones, riding Raikiri at breakneck speeds on the racetrack.

  Ben Lei was a famous horse on the grassland, and in recent years, Ji Zhou rode it to battle against the Xiongnu tribes, with few defeats.

  Countless Xiongnu herdsmen surrounded the outside of the horse racing field, clapping their hands to cheer on their prince, with fiery and sparkling eyes, shouting louder and louder, gradually becoming an ocean. Under such momentum, other riders, even if they had spare energy, gradually became timid.

  Just then, a white horse overtook from behind, and the gray-clad youth on the horse leaned forward, the horse's skills were agile and swift, and it seemed that he was about to catch up with Ji Zhou. Ji Zhou was shocked, and also urged Ben Lei to run faster, the two horses suddenly appeared in front of and behind each other, chasing and competing with each other, neither giving way, soon they crossed the finish line one after another, and a warm applause burst out on the grassland, with cheers and shouts.

  Ji Zhou wiped the sweat with his sleeve amidst the applause, turned around and laughed heartily, "Hey, you ride well, I like it. This green jade pendant is for you."

  The Xiongnu people respected the Han, and Ji Zhe was still young and childish, not calculating the challenge to his authority by the young man, taking the initiative to be friendly. However, this gray-clothed youth did not take it kindly, humming a sound, riding his horse slowly past him.

  "Come here." A round-faced Xiongnu slave girl came over, at the same time a snow-white little wolf jumped into the young man's arms on horseback, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air. The young man burst out laughing and stroked its head, saying softly, "Xiao Bai, are you hungry? I'll cut some beef to feed you later."

  This figure, this voice, this temperament, and this wolf with its head shaking and tail wagging, suddenly brought good fortune to his heart, and he loudly shouted, "Ate?" His voice was already slightly trembling.

  The girl in grey lifted her head, revealing a delicate face under the brim of her hat.

  When her face was not exposed, she was just a dull and dry dot on the golden grassland. Once her face was revealed, her whole person became bright and vivid, like a red and blue flower under the spring light.

  "Ati, guo......guoran shi ni, a, bu dui, wo, wo bu zhidao shi ni," Ji Zhou jidong de shou weiwei fa zou, lian shuohua ye jieba qi lai, "Ruguo zhenqian wo zhidao shi ni de hua, wo jiu hui rang zhao ni ne."

  "What nonsense is this?" Timirouna raised an eyebrow and scolded, "If I lost, then I lost. I, Timirouna, am not skilled enough, but I don't have any complaints. If you want me to yield, what kind of person do you think I am?"

  "I'm sorry." Jiuzao said dejectedly, "I don't know how to speak, please don't be angry." The last sentence was soft and carried a hint of pleading.

  Tiemiruona looked at his dejected appearance and laughed, advancing on horseback. "I'm not angry," she said with a smile, but in the next moment, she sent him to hell, "What are you to me, worth getting angry for?"

  When the curtain was opened and walked into the tent, Timirona was bathing Xiao Bai. He leaned against the pillar of the account door, clicking his tongue to look at his sister, "Really can't bear it, my sister can also make boys infatuated?"

  With a splash, the little white bird stirred up the water in the copper basin, walked to the side of the magpie and shook its feathers, sprinkling droplets of water all over the magpie. "Ah," cried the magpie, jumping up in indignation, "heartless little white, this is my brand new cloak!"

  "Who told you to come here and be so sorrowful?" Timirora gave him a white eye, took out a large handkerchief, wrapped Xiao Bai from head to toe, and carefully wiped it clean. The white handkerchief fell, revealing Xiao Bai's beautiful head, a pair of shiny black wolf eyes, with some mystery.

  "Don't you like Cong Zhou that kid?" Qu Que bent down, teasing Xiao Bai. Xiao Bai let out a soft "wu" sound, opening his mouth to bite his fingers, but he quickly dodged away.

  "No way." Timirona lifted her head, "He's like a little brother - the last time I didn't get along with him was because I was taking out my anger on him; today, though, I think he's pretty cute."

  "Brother——" Qū Jiào chuckled, "This isn't the kind of answer Tī Mì Luónà wants to hear." His gaze at Ti Mi Luo Na was meaningful.

  Three days later, Jingyan was about to give birth.

  When the news reached him, Rongzhu was already struggling in labor for a day and night without giving birth to the child. "The children of our Khan are born with strong heads, while Han people are weak, so it's naturally difficult to give birth." The tribal woman who said this seemed to be proud and had a hint of complacency on her face.

  His anger surged to his head, and he suddenly rebuked, "That's a life, you can't be so arrogant and frivolous." His voice was fiery, and the girl was frightened, not daring to speak again.

  He suddenly walked out of the tent and pulled someone to ask, "Where is Chanyu now?"

  "Ah, the Khan," the man laughed brightly and ambiguously, "he's in another yurt. The khan's wife is having a difficult labor, several of the khan's wives have never liked her, so naturally they're using all their strength to stop the Khan from going over."

  The night wind blew gently over the scorching head of the quail, and the quail looked at the bonfire burning all over the city of Lin, people singing and laughing, not a single person thought to ask about that Han family's weak as jasmine flower woman, was she safe?

  Is she all right? He mounted his horse and galloped around the city of Lin, the jasmine flowers in Jiangnan were withering away in the bloody night, no one asked.

  In a daze, he heard low sobbing and moaning, and when he vaguely raised his head, he only then discovered that he had unknowingly passed by the young Shizuki.

  "Her whole body is covered in blood," the female slave from the Xiongnu, dressed in her ethnic attire, leaned against the entrance of the tent and wailed, "What to do? Will Lady Yu die?" There was no need to ask, Qu Que could tell at a glance that she was one of the female slaves brought back by Lady Yu from Han territory. A Xiongnu girl would not be so useless; even in a life-or-death situation, she would not just wail and give up like this.

  As he frowned, he heard a very low and weak voice calling out, "Ati, Ati."

  Another female voice cried out from within the tent, "Yuan Shi, we are of lowly status, where can I go to find Ati for you?"

  The magpie flew away with its head turned back.

  At that time, Timirouna was under the lamp, holding a plum in her mouth and reading a book. She saw the curtain open with a brush and stared at her own magpie. She couldn't help but be surprised. "Brother," Timirouna smiled foolishly and retreated, "Sister didn't offend you today, did she?"

  "Come with me." Quan Yu grabbed her, his expression somewhat ferocious. Timiriona didn't dare to struggle and let him hold her onto the horse as they galloped through the dark forest of Lin City. When she raised her head and saw the brightly lit tent, Timiriona suddenly understood. "Brother," she turned back to look at Quan Yu, her eyes complex.

  "Go accompany her on her last journey." Qu Yu pushed her gently, with a sorrowful smile.

  Timiro walked to the front of the tent, and an old Xiongnu woman stopped her, "A Ti Ju Ci, when the master of the house is a big man who doesn't understand things, can't you tell right from wrong?"

  An unmarried daughter who gives birth will bring a bloody disaster.

  She grasped the curtain and hesitated for a moment, hearing low moans from inside the tent, biting her lip and lifting the curtain to enter.

  A lot of blood.

  Tiemirou had never thought that a person's body could bleed so much. Liu Danru lay in the pool of blood, his face pale as death ash, like a bloody lotus flower.

  "How could this be?" Timiriona asked, unable to bear it.

  "It's also a sin." Shan Mei sighed, "As the saying goes, ten months of pregnancy, but Jing Xian Shi's pregnancy has exceeded half a month. The Han family's doctor used medicine to induce labor, but it ended up like this."

  "Ah-Ti," Liu Dan's eyes lit up with weak delight as he saw her, "you've come?"

  "Mm." Timiriona stepped forward and grasped her hand, comforting her, "Don't worry, it's just a nightmare, sleep it off and you'll be fine."

  "Uh-huh." Liu Dan Yu nodded happily, an 18-year-old girl who had been in Xiongnu for over a year. Only at this moment did her expression become as simple and pure as a child's, with unadulterated joy. "Dan Yu has dreamed of this for a long time."

  She pouted her lips, closed her eyes and murmured.

  "Father, mother, Dan Yu has been longing for you to enter his dream, why don't you respond to me?"

  ……

  "I don't like it here at all."

  ……

  "Dan Ru, I really miss home."

  ……

  Outside the tent, the midwife and doctor of the Xiongnu tribe came out of the tent, sighed and shook their heads.

  The magpie was far away on horseback, saw it, and looked up with tears in its eyes.

  It's just one's fate.

  The jasmine in the south should be swaying in the misty rain of the south, but if it is forcibly transplanted to the cold and chilly north, it will ultimately escape the fate of fragrance disappearing like jade.

  Fate is so powerful, it cannot be resisted.

  Inside the account, Temira stared blankly at the pale and haggard girl lying on the couch, her thoughts aching with unspeakable sorrow, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

  Her hand fell limply in his grasp.

  The person lying on the couch has their hands clasped together on their high abdomen, with a peaceful expression.

  Her lips moved slightly, as if she were singing.

  "What are you talking about?" Timiriona went down.

  She then heard the girl singing:

  "Crossing the Luotu River, I exit through the Jade Gate Pass. One morning I leave the frontier, no one willing to look back. In August outside the frontier, the grasslands are golden yellow. Climbing that high ridge, I gaze out at my hometown. Who has no parents? Who has no hometown? Can anyone not leave the frontier? Who can leave the frontier?"

  Tiemiruona softly sang along with her, "Bannama xiaoxiao, daqi piaopiao. Di zhong zhe liu, xiaomian bao an. Nan'er chuse, le ming shou jue, xue man gong dao. Nü'er chuse, shen zong bai si, you wang jiaxiang. San yue shi ma, wu yue she diao. Qi yue yinjiu, jiuyue chui jia. Zhongnian zhongsui, tiao wo chang'an. Beiyan nan gui, hu si shouqiu, wu rou ruciyu, ren he yi kan? Zang gaoshan xie, wang wo guxiang, bujian guxiang, lei xia zhan shang. Shei wu fumu, shei wu jiaxiang? Neng wu chuse? Shei ge chuse?"

  "Leaving the Frontier Pass"

  "Crossing the Lüliang River, passing through the Jade Gate Pass. One morning out of the frontier, no one dares to look back... A man leaving the frontier, receives a seal and a sword, with snow on his bow and knife. A woman leaving the frontier, facing hundreds of deaths, still yearning for her hometown."

  The sound of the flute is clear and delicate, accompanied by the drum and horn, in the temple of the gods, the fragrance of incense wafts gently, the curtains flutter lightly, transmitting the gentle laughter and soft singing of Madame Qi. Her voice is soft and lingering, like a thin silk slowly falling to the ground. When she sings with emotion, Madame Qi's eyes redden, and she repeats the refrain: "Buried on a high mountain, I gaze out at my old village, but do not see it, tears fall and wet my clothes. Who has no parents? Who has no hometown? Can one not leave the border? Who can leave the border? Who has no parents? Who has no hometown? Can one not leave the border? Who can leave the border?"

  "Good, good, good." Liu Bang applauded and laughed, "Ai Ji's singing of 'Out of the Frontier' is extremely good, I listened with a sympathetic heart."

  "Your Majesty is overpraising." Ji Yi glared at Liu Bang, peeled a chestnut and put it in his mouth, both happy and embarrassed, "It's just for fun."

  "Your Majesty." The eunuch hastily ascended the divine long stairs, "Chancellor Xiao He is outside the main hall requesting an audience." His voice was urgent.

  "What's wrong?" Liu Bang suddenly sat up, his dark-colored sleeves fluttering with a gust of wind.

  "It's all over."

  Here is an extra long chapter for you.

  Yes, it's possible that someone thought Liu Danru would have great achievements, but I think personal will and reality still have a gap.

  One person's power is too small. She doesn't have any special abilities either. It can only end in a dismal way.

  This character was originally set as a relatively minor character. However, I personally feel sorry for her. I also sympathize with those ancient women who represented their countries to form alliances through marriage. A few of them were able to establish great achievements, such as Han Xijun, Jieyou, Wang Zhaojun, and Tang Wencheng.

  Most of them are like Liu Danru, withering away in a foreign prairie or desert, alone and unknown.

  However, without exception, these "princesses" all lived bitter lives in foreign lands, even Wen Cheng Princess who was set against the background of prosperous Tang Dynasty.

  Finally, after finishing writing and checking the materials, I found that "Chu Sai Ge" should be a majestic and heroic song for men, but here it was compiled by me into almost "Wang Xiang", sorry.

  Finally, a certain Jiang's eyes were brimming with tears as he stretched out his hand. There are still thirteen and a half hours left until the end of the February PK. Pink tickets.

  Everyone should note that the PK deadline is on the 28th (which is tomorrow) at noon twelve o'clock, rather than midnight.

  The votes at the bottom of the box should also be taken out. Otherwise, tomorrow night, they will all disappear with a "whoosh", what a pity to disappear, it's better to vote for me to keep up appearances.

  Pink button under the cover of women's book, go and press it.