Vol 5 Chapter 8: Humiliated

In late autumn in October, the frost is getting thicker.
The early wind faintly gave birth to some coolness, which caused the flowers and branches in the forest to sway, and the fallen leaves, like broken pieces of gold, fluttered and twisted all over the Jiuqu Avenue.
The Royal Autumn Hunting Conference in Udan is usually held on the seventh day after the slaughter festival, and the location is the Royal Paddock on the west side of Yingmu Mountain, the closest place to the palace.
Every year, the hunters in the paddock will rush to release the live beasts of various colors in the cage before the arrival of King Solo, and let the king and the hunters shoot them at will.
Afterwards, they used the number of birds and beasts they had hunted as a basis for fortune-telling the year ahead.
When the time has not arrived, there are already five-colored flags in the paddock, and the canopy of the height of the height is like a cloud head, covering the sky and the sun.
King Solo stood upright under the canopy on a vigorous black horse, and a somewhat proud dimple hung on the face of the spring breeze.
The warm sunlight approaching noon struck his face diagonally through the Yingluo tassels on the canopy, covering his heroic features with a thin golden light.
Behind him, the groups of officials were divided according to the ranks of official ranks and stood one after another.
There was a sharp voice from far away:
"drive!"
Where the shouts were raised, the horses' hoofs were clanging, and smoke billowed.
Lu Qiange wears a pure white riding and hunting suit. The piping on the sleeves and placket is spirally patterned, and the colorful silk threads are interspersed and layered, and the colors are very beautiful.
To make it easier to move, he took off the left shoulder of the outermost layer of shooting suit, revealing only the dark red clothes inside.
He didn't wear a golden crown on his head, and his head was braided all over his head, and a meteor Qibao round-moon scimitar hung from his right waist.
Before the ceremony, he pulled the reins and let out a cry.
The white horse's front hoof stood in the air, neighing loudly, and then stopped firmly on the grass.
In the rear, the accompanying couple of men and women were reined.
Lu Qiange placed his right fist in his heart, leaned slightly in front of Huagai, his eyes were dyed with joy, and said loudly:
"Hua'er sees his father. At the invitation of his father's king, Hua'er's uncle and aunt have already come to the scene of Qiu Shou, and Rong Hua'er introduced them."
There were some private conversations of stealing in the honor guard team.
King Solo wore a sky-blue riding and hunting suit and a large cloak of the same color. The top of the fine satin material was embroidered with the totem of the beast.
With his head tilted to the side, when he saw the handsome man riding on the back of the snow-white horse beside his son, King Solo smiled heartily, stroked his thick beard on his lips and said:
"Lord Leng is already well-known, why do we need to introduce this meeting? This king and the Udan warriors present do not know Dayi's'Lord Leng'? Haha, Lord Leng, the prince of South China, you have always been good what?"
King Solo finished speaking unhurriedly, and rode his horse forward.
"I saw King Solo below."
Leng Qingtang smiled deeply and gave a hand-off from the Central Plains.
The other party smiled in return:
"The prince of South China has invited you. You can be regarded as a great man in the Central Plains. You have not only commanded the famous East Factory of the Dayi court, but also fought beautifully in several battles between Southern Xinjiang and Anguo and Boku. Wang Jingyang!"
"Where and where, the king won the prize. Thanks to the great love of the king, this time to participate in the hunting convention of your country and bring my son here, I am grateful to the king for his hospitality."
During the Autumn Hunting Conference, Leng Qingtang did not have suitable hunting outfits, so he had to find a black suit that he wore as an emergency response, and a sleeveless jacket on his body.
Yushu Linlang's character is always different from ordinary people, even if he is dressed most commonly among the crowd, he will be recognized at a glance, and the light is particularly dazzling.
"It is an honor for this king and Wudan country that the nine kings of the South China royal family of Dayi can admire the light."
King Solo smiled casually, looking at Gu Yunxi on the turmeric horseback with admiration:
"Oh, this is the Jiuwangfei? This king always hears Ji Yan mention you."
Yun Xi smiled lightly, nodded lightly and said:
"Yun Xi has seen the king, and Yun Xi and her husband are no more than civilians."
A head suddenly appeared from the rear of King Solo, and someone rushed out of the queue and shouted at Yunxi with a smile on his face:
"Auntie, you are here."
Yun Xi's eyes were radiant, and the horse-riding South China Ji Yan was wearing a big red pleated skirt, with a gold ring fringed on her forehead, and her forehead was extremely luxurious, and her head was covered with a red gold silk piping saree.
What is even more exaggerated is that her whole body, where it can be said to be decorated, is entangled by heavy jewellery chains, and even a dozen slender, silky enamel bracelets are put on her two bright wrists.
Gu Yunxi looked at the girl up and down, couldn't help frowning, and approached in surprise and asked in a low voice:
"Hey, are you here to participate in the hunting convention?"
Yun Xi came here today wearing only a light green shirt with narrow sleeves and a pair of light green trousers with the same color bloomers and thin soap-soled quick boots. Three thousand ink hairs are high-stripe, topped with a round bun tied with a silver crown, and a magnolia hairpin is interspersed. A strand of sapphire silk tape on the slender waist is refreshing and exquisite, graceful and undisturbed, and the appearance of male and female is particularly eye-catching.
King Solo saw the two women get together so close, he was also happy about it, and turned to Leng Qingtang and said:
"Hua'er's mother and concubine used to be the princess of the South China Royal Family of Dayi. With this relationship, we are relatives. Today, everyone is more casual and you don't have to be cautious."
Turn around and take the longbow from an official:
"Lord of South China, what do you think of this bow?"
Leng Qingtang held both hands, and his five fingers stroked the densely concavo-convex unicorn beast pattern on the arch, and his eyes rose slowly:
"What a tiger-string bow! There is a cloud in "Kaogongji". It is dry in winter and liquid corner in spring, tendons in summer, three materials in autumn, and cold body. Forging such a good bow is not for three or four years. ."
King Solo smiled brightly in his eyes, pointing up and saying:
"The prince of South China is really knowledgeable. The bow is called the'Kirin Festival', and it takes three years and six months from the preparation to the bow. Today, the king and the prince of South China have a fate, and this bow will be given to you later. Let me wait to open my eyes and see how you, the prince of the Central Plains, are capable?"
Leng Qingtang did not refuse, but he arched his back on his shoulders and carried a cage of arrows, and hugged King Solo:
"Thank you, King."
"it is good!"
King Solo was happy and laughed loudly, Hong Yin was like a bell ringing in the valley of golden leaves.
Turning his arms up, the cloak threw behind him and shouted:
"So, let's start!"
The trumpets of the five-color team of the queen horse shook the sky, bursting into the crowd with stern bursts, murderous all around.
The sharp horses smashed through the sky, and the iron hoof must be like a ferocious mountain torrent that unloaded the gate and rushed in all directions. The flying leaves were crushed, and the fierce yellow soil and dust were engulfed in the sky.
Leng Qingtang turned his horse's head, and smiled gently at Gu Yunxi and South China Ji Yan:
"I'll go with them, you two don't need to rush, just follow them slowly."
Yun Xi's eyebrows are curved, and a few drops of water can flow out of his eyes:
"My husband can go without worry. I will accompany Ji Yan and I will never lose."
Leng Qingtang glanced at her affectionately, kicked the horse's belly lightly with his heels, and chased him all the way in the direction of Yanchenfei.
South China Ji Yan watched the fading back, shrugged her shoulders and complained softly:
"Hey, it's your family who knows how to hurt people. My family is just playing around and left me to chase the leopard."
Yunxi and the girl rode a horse slowly and comforted:
"Hua'er has changed a lot, and now with such a temperament, it is far from the arrogance and domineering of being a lone ranger."
The body leaned toward Ji Yan of South China, smiling softly:
"It's you who changed him, so you can't help it!"
"My aunt will coax people."
South China Jiyan was overjoyed in her heart, but she was still embarrassed in her face, making a stab at it.
Yunxi's eyes were far away, towards the end of the raging woods, his eyes gradually became misty:
"The scene here always reminds me of the imperial autumn siege at Dayi. At that time, our east factory and the west factory were shooting and hunting. I also won the silver antlers and became the winner of the competition that year."
Ji Yan of South China stared quickly, and the arc of laughter at the corner of her lips had a depth of nostalgia:
"Yes, my father and mother were still alive at that time..."
Gu Yunxi sighed lightly, his expression calmly closed:
"Time is the most hurried and ruthless. Looking back in an instant, some people are no longer there, and some are already far away."
The gentle autumn breeze blew over the clothes, separating the temperature of the skin and silk brocade.
Yun Xi raised his head and closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, only to feel the faint fragrance of autumn fruit flowing into his lungs with the air.
The people who passed away, Qin Zhong, Jiang Xiong, Rui Yanwan, Minglan, Wan clan, Xu Fei...
The past follows the wind, with a flick of a finger, those faces, good people, bad people, scenes of past events, sweet and bitter, have now become eternal memories.
And she, in dealing with that kind of uncontrollable change, has changed from being at a loss to what to do now and accepting it calmly. She thinks she has truly matured.

The sunset is westward, and the competition in the depths of the woods is still going on fiercely.
The Xiyi people are proficient in riding and hunting, and their folk customs are sturdy and rugged, and they are also wild and unrestrained in riding horses.
Whenever you encounter prey, dozens or even hundreds of horsemen and horses chase me and don't give way to each other, riding thousands of horses, the horses hoof fluttering, the momentum is magnificent and people's blood is boiling.
Countless birds of prey flew out of the dense forest suddenly, their wings fluttered and rushed towards Xiao Han.
King Solo's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and then he drew his bow with a sharp arrow and snapped the bowstring.
The "Zheng" tiger string rang, piercing the deep and clean sky with a high-pitched tone.
The long arrow spurred like a meteor, piercing the neck of the streaked owl.
Screaming and sternly hit Tianyu, the raptor tilted its head and slid down towards the top of the forest. When it landed, the air was diffused.
At the same moment, the other hundred birds of prey, including the Xuan Diao, the Grey-faced Falcon, were shot and killed by the officials who followed the hunt, and none of them slipped through the net.
When the crowd rushed to the vicinity of the miasma cliff, a sika deer suddenly jumped out of the bush.
The excited call signs in the cavalry rang frequently and stirred like a boiling wave.
People held their bows, raised their hands, and violently rushed towards the prey.
The deer flashed and jumped extremely dexterously, avoiding all parties' chase and interception, and his body was as light as a cloud without a trace of weight.
"There is a miasma ahead, let's take it down!"
Someone in the team shouted.
Leng Qingtang calmly followed the cavalry all the way to the deer, half-length maintaining a steady bow posture on the bumpy horseback.
He looked at the timing and shot a long arrow with a "swish".
I saw a rainbow flashing in the mid-air, and Leng Qingtang’s arrow was one step faster than the other arrow, and it overtook the other sharp arrow in front, splitting it into two through its tail, and the two halves of the arrow that separated from it. He rushed out of the gap and nailed the deer head hard.
Lu'er wailed his hair with a sharp pain, then fell to the ground, and stopped moving after a few kicks.
The cavalry swarmed up.
King Solo could see clearly that the two arrows were racing each other at that moment. He dismounted at this moment, squinted at the fallen prey, and threw it towards Leng Qingtang with shining eyes:
"Haha, the prince of South China is really good at arrows! Come here, report the results of the shooting and hunting of the autumn hunter and the prince of South China."
An officer bowed:
"My lord, this time the autumn hunting lord hunted and killed three leopards, ten minks, 31 hares, 25 birds, a total of 69 prey. The king of South China has two cheetahs, 14 minks, There are 20 hares and 33 birds, a total of 69 prey."
"well!"
There was a touch of shock in his eyes quietly, and King Solo clasped his thigh with his palm.
The bronze bell "Lang Lang" rang, and Gu Yunxi and South China Ji Yan finally caught up with the team.
Seeing the two women coming, King Solo smiled and said to Gu Yunxi:
"Your husband is really good at it. In this autumn hunting, he shot the same number of prey as this king, and we are quite equal."
The pupil turned to Leng Qingtang brilliantly, and he said with a firm attitude:
"It's true that this king has long admired your martial arts talents from the prince of South China. Now the prince, you live in Udan, why don't you serve the king's country? If you enter the palace as an official, this king will immediately appoint you to the right. With your military power, I don’t know what the prince wants?"
Leng Qingtang's face was slightly startled, and then a smile appeared in his black eyes, his tone was calm and indifferent:
"Thank you Wang Shang's good intentions. I can't live without a cloud and wild cranes. Although I live in a foreign land, I don't change my surname in South China. Therefore, it is difficult to follow my orders to work for a different king."
King Solo's expression froze, and his tight eyebrows were filled with slight dissatisfaction.
Solo Yeli, at any rate, is also the ruler of the richest kingdom in Udan and Xiyi. In the presence of many royal palaces and officials, he sincerely invited others to join the court but was rejected by them. He felt that he had lost face.
The paddock fell into silence, and the silent atmosphere was more like the air condensed by the heavy force of lead, so heavy that people could not breathe.
Suddenly a black horse came out from behind, pulled on the reins beside King Solo, and glanced across Leng Qingtang, his eyes were rebellious:
"The prince of South China has such a big tone! The king really cherishes his talents, and he respects you for a foot to call you "Lord". In fact, who is there who knows that you are the person exiled by the Da Yi, what the South China surname, What kind of royal family members do not want to benefit from my Udan? Since they have eaten our rice noodles, why shouldn't they serve our country?"
"Hey!"
Even King Solo sounded harsh words like these harsh words, and raising his hand to stop it was hard to stop.
"Turia!"
Lu Qiange rushed forward, her purple eyes were scarred with anger.
Leng Qingtang groaned, silent, and looked at the provocative official, his face turned red and white.
Secretly suppressing the depression in his chest, Leng Qingtang smiled calmly, bent his arms and took off the "Kirin Festival" and the arrow cage and handed it over:
"A gentleman doesn't overpower others, and he can't follow his life without forgiveness."
The expression on King Solo's face converged a little, and he shook his head slightly to signal the officials to retract their bows and arrows.
Seeing her husband turned his horse's head, Gu Yunxi's eyes flashed with gloom, and he glanced at the crowd with a heavy glance, pulling Ma Zheng to follow.
"Turia, your dog can't spit out ivory bastard--"
Lu Qiange sternly scolded, swiping his horse whip away, and drew it on the face of the burly soldier who couldn't stop talking.
A blood trail tore apart.
The army man covered the wound with his hands, bowed his head so ashamed that he dared not speak any more.
Lu Qiange directed his anger at his father again, her purple eyes narrowed, and she asked coldly:
"Father, did you ask your son to invite your uncle to come, just to shame him in public?"
King Solo looked embarrassed, and felt extremely embarrassed in this situation. He spread his hands and said:
"Hua'er, you should know that this king has no intention of this. This king really loves talents, and he wants to win him over, but he did it like this..."
"Humph!"
Lu Qiange shook off the reins angrily and took South China Jiyan to chase the couple along the way. :,,