Vol 6 Chapter 2: Prince Ala-Bo

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He seems to be only 13 or 14 years old, wearing a white top and a Persian bloomer, white skin, short chestnut-colored hair slightly curly, Junxiu's face, a light brown eyes with a smile on his face Meaning, lips as soft as roses are evoking a sweet smile.
Deng Shen is actually a super cute little boy, completely subverting the image of the giant I imagined.
"You are a god, a ghost or a demon?" I swallowed and slowly calmed down.
He smiled slightly, as if the rose bloomed, "Master, I am the lamp god, you lifted my seal."
The lamp... the lamp god? GOD! Is there really a lamp god?
I quickly recovered from the shock, and suddenly thought it would be good to have an obedient servant, and is there anything I want? My heart was suddenly excited, looking at him and saying, "Then do you have to listen to me for anything?"
"Yes, master, I belong to you."
"Well, then let us leave this ghost place first."
"...I can't do it."
"What, mana is so weak?"
"Me, I'm just a little god."
"Okay, let's make it simpler and change it to eat."
"I can't do this."
"Then what will you do?"
"Me, I don't know anything..."
What? I glared at him and said angrily: "Don't you dare to call God?" How did this useless lamp mix into God's promising professional team?
Suddenly his eyes were red, and he whispered: "I don't want to do anything god, just because it's too useless, he was sealed in this lamp by his father."
The corner of my mouth twitched. "It seems good to be in this light."
"No, since the master has lifted my seal, I will follow the master." He said firmly.
"I don't want it, would you tell me to walk around holding a copper lamp every day." I immediately refused.
"I can be attached to the object that the owner is with, not necessarily on the lamp." He was still determined.
"I-no-want." I gave him a white glance, there is no spell, I don't want to be more cumbersome.
His eyes were redder, and suddenly he grabbed my sleeve and started to cry. He replied, "I want to follow my master, I want to follow my master..."
I suddenly felt very funny, how could this little guy look like a puppy...
"If it is abandoned by the master, I will be sealed again by my father." He looked at me sadly with those big, beautiful eyes, and looked pitiful.
No, my heart will soften again... withstand, withstand... no. I sighed helplessly and said, "What's your name?"
"Just called the lamp god."
"Please, this name is not for you. So, you just call it Xiaodeng."
"Small lamp, nice name, thank you master!" He burst into tears immediately, a small dimple appeared on his lips.
How could I run into such a lamp god? However, if the lamp follows me for a while, isn't the story of Aladdin and the lamp gone? No, no, how could this little lamp in front of him be the superb lamp in Aladdin, certainly not the same god.
Thinking, suddenly heard the girl groaning softly, and the small lamp disappeared immediately. I did not care to ask where he was possessed, and hurried over, the girl had opened her eyes, and she reached out and gently took off the veil.
Does this count as the appearance of the country? Her forehead is as white and delicate as ceramics from China. Her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon during the Eid al-Adha. Under her long and curly lashes are a pair of large dark and moving eyes, and her rosy small mouth is like a ripe Persian cherry. Long's breast is like a flying pigeon.
"You are the girl just now, thank you God, you are fine." She smiled and sat up.
"Just now, sorry, if you didn't want to save me, you wouldn't be caught here by the sand." I said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, doesn't it look like you are not a local?" She looked at me.
I moved in my heart, can't I just ask her where it is? "Excuse me, is it far from Baghdad?"
"Are you going to Baghdad?" she smiled. "This is the Ashham Desert south of Baghdad."
I was relieved immediately, fortunately, not far from Baghdad.
"Oh, look at your appearance, is it from Datang?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah." I nodded.
Her expression was obviously pleasant, and she said: "There are many Tang Tang businessmen in Baghdad, but most of them are men in Baghdad, and rarely see Datang women." She paused, a sweet look on her face, She laughed again and said, "The Tang Dynasty people are very good." She said as she stood up, looked around and looked worried, and said, "It seems we are trapped here."
"Don't worry, I have a way." I smiled at her and said, "I learned some spells in Datang. It should be fine to go out." After that, I took out the spell, read the spell, and the spell turned into A silver rod fell into my hand. I took her hand and said softly, "Close your eyes."
The silver rod flew out and began to rotate, the sand above her head flew with the rotation of the silver rod, and was constantly sucked in. It didn't take long for the sky above us to be suddenly bright, and the silver rod flew back to my hand and took us out of the sand cave.
The dust storm has stopped. At this time the desert is quiet. Looking up, the sunset is no longer dazzling, the red is hanging on the sky, and the afterglow is sprinkled on the endless desert. The eyes are quiet and gentle. Two worlds.
"Are you all right?" I looked at her sideways.
She nodded. "In the name of God, I sincerely thank you for saving me."
"No, if you don't want to save me, you won't be affected by me."
"Oh, what's your name?" She looked at me with a smile.
"My name is Ye Yin, what about you?"
"My name is L'Oréal."
L'Oréal? The name seems a bit familiar, I suddenly widened my eyes, Olleye, is not the key person of this mission? There can't be such a coincidence, maybe it is the same name and same surname?
"L'Oréal-Princess?" I asked tentatively.
A strange look flickered across her face, "How do you know that I am a princess?"
I jumped up immediately, "Princess? Are you really a princess? The daughter of the caliph today?"
She apparently thought I was surprised by her honorable status, and smiled, "I'm right to be a princess, but I still want to be friends with you."
It turned out that the girl in front of me was really L'Oréal. It seems that this is the first time I have seen the client's previous life just after I arrived here. It is really good luck this time. But seeing her looks so beautiful, has she already made a deal with the devil?
"I am very happy to be friends with the princess, but why are you here?" Now, of course, I want to be as close as possible to her.
"I went to a neighboring country to do something for my father. I didn't expect to encounter a dust storm when I returned. The attendants who followed me were all engulfed in the sand." She glanced ahead. "The father knows that when I come back today, I should send People will pick me up, so don’t worry, someone will come soon."
I am not surprised by her words. Although the modern Al-La-Bo woman was covered with a heavy shackle, in the early days of the Abbasid Dynasty, women enjoyed a lot of freedom, and upper-class aristocratic women like L'Oréal were quite powerful in national affairs. Moreover, the girls of A-La-Bo often walked on the battlefield and commanded the battle.
This situation continued until the end of the 10th century. Due to excessive concubines of men, relaxation of gender morality, and excessive luxury, the status of women plummeted; the strict system of deep boudoir life and absolute separation between the sexes became a common phenomenon. .
While we were talking, suddenly the sand was rolling not far away, and the yellow sand was flying in the sky, accompanied by a sound of horseshoes. In the fog and sand, I saw a team of people galloping in this direction. Many black flags were The yellow sand is striking in the wind, and it is extraordinary.
"Xiaoyin, great, look, my brother came to pick me up personally!" L'Oréal stood up excitedly, jumping and shouting there again.
Little brother? Since she is Princess A-La-Bo, isn't her younger brother—Prince A-La-Bo?
In a blink of an eye, the team stopped in front of us.
"Harlan!" L'Oréal had already run forward.
The young man immediately wore black Kufi leaves with silver thread on his head, and a few strands of dark brown hair leaked from under the Kufi leaves, dancing gently with the wind. He wore a silver belt around his waist, a half-moon-shaped scimitar, and a pure black tight robe to show his slender and perfect figure, just like a strong cheetah ready to go, and the malt-colored complexion was for him. It adds a bit of wild beauty, but his face is not purely the appearance of the Arab-La-Bo. The beautiful and deep features have a slightly Greek-like sculptural outline, only the scorching and divine. The dark eyes make people think of the proud eagle flying in the sky above the desert.
Very in line with... the title of prince...
"My sister, are you okay?" he asked eagerly.
"I'm fine, Harlan." L'Oréal seemed to like the younger brother Harun.
"Thank God." He was relieved.
Wait, Harlan? Could it be Harlan Rashid?
Harun Rashid, the fifth caliph of the Abbasid dynasty, his father was the Abbasid caliphate Mahdi, and his mother was a slave girl from Greece. I heard that he has been talented since childhood, and is familiar with Yi-Sri-Lan teachings and teaching methods. He loves philosophy, poetry, music, culture and martial arts. He led two expeditions to the Byzantine Empire, and Byzantine Regent Queen Elini was forced to beg and Nagon. His father gave him the title of "Rashid" (that is, the upright) in recognition of his merits, and made him the second crown prince. During the twenty-three years of his rule, the country was strong, economically prosperous, and culturally developed.
History and legend unanimously acknowledge that the most glorious era in Baghdad was the era of Harun Rashid. No wonder his face is so beautiful, it turned out to be a mixed Eurasian. Seeing his age, it looks like me.
Just when I looked at him, he glanced at me and turned to L'Oréal: "Sister, who is this ugly monster?"
"Bang!" A loud noise hit my head, ugly? Is he talking about me? There was a buzz in my head, a little dazed, ugly? Where am I ugly? Since his debut, he has never been called ugly.
Me, Shock again... Self-confidence was severely beaten by this stinky Arab-La-Bo man...
"Harlan," L'Oréal stopped him with his eyes, and said, "This time it's all up to her to save me, and I'll take her back to the palace."
"What?" He looked at me condescendingly, and said, "Take her back?" He could see his reluctance.
"Yes, I want to take her back." L'Oréal smiled at me again, "Xiaoyin, would you like to go back with me?"
I nodded immediately. Although this Prince Harun was very unpleasant, but the task is now important, I must follow Princess L'Oréal firmly.
L'Oréal turned over and landed on the horse, and said to Harun: "Harun, you bring Xiaoyin."
Harlan looked at me proudly and said: "Sister, you are right, I will not ride with the ugly monsters."
"You never stop, where am I like an ugly monster!" I finally couldn't help staring at him and said angrily, what prince, I yuck.
He kept the condescending posture, with a sneering smile on his lips, saying: "Where? I think it is ugly from head to toe."
This man really really owes...
"You're not much better. You're covered in black like an owl." I whispered back in a voice that only I could hear. I was too lazy to care about him unless it was to get close to L'Oréal.
"Harlan, we have to rush back to Baghdad sooner." A trace of impatience flashed across L'Oréal's face. She looked at the sky and seemed anxious. I suddenly remembered her deal with the devil, which was melted and re-cast every night. When I thought of this, my scalp suddenly felt numb. Harren's horse came to me. Before I could react, I grabbed my collar and picked me up.
"Hey, why are you so rude!" I turned my head and said angrily.
"Sit firmly, ugly, thank you God, you can actually have a chance to ride with this prince." He flew away as soon as he threw the whip.
What a super arrogant and super abominable man! Patience, Ye Yin, must resist the urge to punch him.
Light green camel thorns and dark green date palm trees stand straight on the yellow plain. As the horse's speed gradually slows down, the surrounding green gradually increases, and the sporadic date palm trees on the banks of the Tigris River are slow. Slowly connected into a green wall, the dazzling light and shadow reflected by the river from time to time jumped out of the gap of this wall, and there were also some people wearing Al-La-Bo costumes on both sides.
The mysterious city of Baghdad is right in front of us.
In Ar-La-Bo language, the word "Baghdad" means "a gift from the gods". Baghdad, with more than a thousand years of history, was just a village on the banks of the Tigris before becoming a capital.
The wall of Baghdad is round, also known as the group city. It is divided into an inner city and an outer city. There is also a forbidden city in the city. These three walls are centered around the Caliphate Palace, surrounded by palaces and pavilions of royal and prominent figures.
When I entered the city, I looked around. The city was full of buildings with A-La-Bo ethnic style, lined up and decorated with magnificent decorations. People wearing costumes from different countries hurriedly shuttled between the bustling shops. Due to the popularity of Persian culture at that time, many men and women were wearing Persian costumes. The veiled girls have a variety of styles. Occasionally, I saw a few wearing Tang suits and businessmen. Dressed up Chinese man.
The Royal Palace is in the very heart of Baghdad. The entire royal palace is made of the best marble. A green dome stands with a statue of a knight holding a spear. The gate is decorated with carved flowers and animals. The windows are inlaid with colorful and beautiful colors from Syria. Glazed glass, sparkling in the sun. The most amazing thing is that the gate of the palace was even covered with gold. No wonder this palace was also known as the "Golden Hall" in history.
Entering the palace, the palace courtyard has a large European-style fountain, and the garden is planted with all kinds of colorful flowers and herbs, clusters of purple flowers, date palms, irises, white lilies, myrtle, and spearmint. , With the wind sent a burst of refreshing floral fragrance.
Fine Persian tapestries hung on the walls in the palace, and the same luxurious carpets lay on the ground. It really was an extravagant era.