At the northern foot of the towering Tianshan Mountains, at the end of the Xiata Ancient Road, looking back north, there are ice peaks and snow ridges, sometimes clouds and mist appearing and sometimes sky is high and clouds are fading, and icebergs appear. Following the river south, there is an endless grassland. The wild flowers have not yet bloomed, but they are already full of vitality.

Several marmots were standing at the entrance of the cave, unable to chew in their mouths, but suddenly their ears moved and they came back into the cave. In a short while, a team of more than 100 people in Wusun horses galloped past.

In late March, the grassland located in Zhaosu County in later generations was the summer pasture of Wusun. Tens of thousands of Luowusun people had just transferred from the winter nest in Chigu City. Women were building felt tents with their children, but the men could no longer hold back and rode their respective horses to the place near the valley to participate in the hunting activities of noble people.

The most eye-catching ones are a few eagle breeders. They have thick leather eagle pads on their arms and whistles. Several hunting falcons are looking up at the sky from time to time. The Wusun people overlap with the Kazakhs' living areas in later generations, and their customs are similar. They raise local eagles as assistants to assist in searching prey.

The falcons whistled after discovering their prey. The Wusun people immediately divided into several teams in the whistle and went to the forest, clamoring and shouting. After a while, the birds and beasts in the forest fled in panic and were driven to run towards the open pasture.

Several noble men from Wusun had already been waiting here with their personal guards for a long time. When they saw the prey coming, they drove their horses and shot them.

Among them is a Wusun nobleman with braided hair and left-sided lapel and a brocade-faced felt clothes, but his appearance is not like Wusun, but exactly the same as ordinary Han people.

This is the son of Princess Jieyou and Wusun Kunmi, Yuan Guimi. His riding and shooting skills seem to be not very good. He has to let the horse stand up before he can aim and shoot.

In order to make the owner take the limelight, Yuan Guimi's subordinates tried their best to drive the best prey to him. It was a big horned deer with huge horns. It was difficult for people not to attract attention from its horns.

"Big Prince, shoot that big horned deer!"

Amid the encouragement of his subordinates, Yuan Guimi pulled the arrow, but unexpectedly the deer turned his head and rushed towards the other side, causing his arrow to fall into vain.

The cheers stopped, and Yuan Guimi couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. After sighing, he was about to chase after him and try again, but at this time, a black Xiji horse rushed out from the side!

"I will give it to me the prey that my brother lost. I will dedicate its big horn to Kunmi tonight!"

The person who spoke was a noble man named Wusun with a round face but had red beards. He was the second prince of Wusun born to Kunmi and Zuo Lady, and the princess of the Huns. Wu Jushu.

Wu Ju Tu controlled the horses, and directly crossed Yuan Guimi, and began to chase the big-horned deer. This made Yuan Guimi's subordinates look angry, but Yuan Guimi's riding and shooting skills were obviously not as good as Wu Ju Tu, and he could only follow him far away.

Wu Jitu ignored them, staring at the horns of the big horned deer, and aimed at its hind legs with his thumb on the bowstring.

But just as he was about to succeed, two riders rushed out of the forest at the foot of Tianshan Mountain opposite. One of them rushed forward and shot an arrow, which happened to be in front of the big-horned deer. The deer was so scared that it stopped its pace. Under the drive of the rider, he turned around and ran to Yuan Guimi's position in the back.

“Bold!”

This made Wu Jutu's arrow missed. He just cursed that some herder was ruining his good deeds, but he saw that the person who came on the horse was actually a woman, and he looked familiar.

Wu Jutu's scolding stopped. The person who came was his father and sister, Princess Yaoguang of Wusun.

Behind him was a red horse, and a man holding a big man's scepter was sitting on it, looking at the scene in front of him with all his thoughts.

"good!"

Cheers came from behind Wu Jue Tu. When he looked back, he found it was not easy. The big horned deer was finally shot over by Yuan Guimi, and it was not dead yet. Yuan Guimi stopped and replenished two arrows before taking its life.

"Brother shot the big horned deer!"

Yaoguang didn't even have a bird's eye, and rushed past him, raised his bow and arrow to cheer for his brother-in-law.

Ren Hong followed closely behind, glanced at Wu Tu, and found that the Wusun prince was looking at Yao Guang hatefully. His mouth was covered with a front teeth, and he repaired it with gold teeth.

Ren Hong nodded slightly and said to himself: "Okay, I'll call you Big Gold Teeth from now on!"

Ren Hong cannot be blamed. He saw that the Wusun people looked very similar, and his names were so difficult to describe. He couldn't remember them if he didn't secretly give them a nickname.

In front, Yuan Guimi asked his subordinates to cut the horns of the big horned deer. He rode to Yaoguang and asked in surprise: "Yaoguang, have you gone to the Han Dynasty to learn piano and music? Why are you back? Where is the ten thousand years?"

"Well, he has already walked to Shanshan on the south road." Yaoguang knew that things were complicated and could not explain it clearly in one sentence or two. First, introduce Ren Hong behind him:

"This is the envoy of the Han Dynasty, Renjun, this is my brother, the eldest prince of Wusun, Yuan Guimi."

"The Han Dynasty's messenger Ren Hong has met the eldest prince!"

Ren Hong bowed to Yuan Guimi in the morning, and the face of this great prince was much more comfortable. He had no inheritance of Wusun's characteristics and had a completely Han face. Such a look would probably not be too popular in Wusun, right?

At this time, the Wu Tu came over with a sinister face and began to question Yao Guang:

"Yaoguang, you are ordered by Kunmi to go to Kucha, the great man, why did you suddenly return? Could it be that you caused trouble along the way? I have said long ago that you, your brother, can't do anything..."

Yaoguang raised his fist and smiled in Wusun language: "Wu Jutu, my brother, do you want to be knocked out by me like when I was young?"

...

"Wu Jutu was born to the Hun princess and was never against us. If it weren't for Kunmi's protection, I would have long..."

It has been a long time ago, whether to kill or beat him, Yaoguang didn't say anything, but it can be seen that she hates Wu Jushu very much.

Ren Hong felt in his heart that the Wusun Kingdom was originally married to the Han Dynasty, with the Han princess as the right lady. After hearing this, the Xiongnu Chanyu also sent the Xiongnu princess to the left lady of Wusun. It would be magical to be able to get along with each other. The "harem" of the Wusun Kingdom was no longer a secret battle between the palace, but directly staged a fight against each other.

The children born to the Han and Xiong princesses are as powerful as water and fire on weekdays, which is well known in Wusun.

Yaoguang talked to Ren Hong intermittently about the situation in the Wusun country, while Yuan Guimi was digesting the information provided by Yaoguang.

"I never thought that Kucha would do such a thing. Fortunately, the Han envoy helped you and Wannian to escape safely. By the way, is it reliable for the person who escorted Wannian?"

Ren Hongdao: "I selected the most reliable subordinates and brought letters to the monarchs of the southern states, and I will ensure that the prince of ten thousand years is fine."

"By the way, the eldest prince, can you send a cavalry to meet my subordinates from the foot of the Tianshan Road? He is unwell and needs a rest before he can slowly go down the mountain."

"Okay, I'll send someone now."

From beginning to end, Yuan Guimi's voice was soft and etiquette, and he could hardly see the might of the Wusun people. This would be considered to be well educated in the Central Plains.

But in Wusun, the ones that advocate strength here are greedy and greedy wolf.

Ren Hong glanced at Yaoguang. Yuan Guimi was a little too soft and cowardly and humble. Liu Wannian's child had an inconsistent temperament. He heard that she had a younger brother and a younger sister. Because of this, Yaoguang, as the eldest sister, had to act strong everywhere. Otherwise, the brother and sister would be bullied by the slaughter.

At this time, Yaoguang asked about the location of Wusun Kunmi.

Yuan Guimi said: "Kunmi and Zhongxihou were hunting in the north. My mother just arrived yesterday and was already in the hot spring palace."

The so-called hot spring palace was more than ten miles north of the north. They rode lightly and arrived soon.

Along the way, what appeared in front of Ren Hong were fragrant grass, and dark green mountains in the distance were layered, like a tide-like ocean. The Yili River Valley is the wettest place in the Western Regions, and Zhaosu is worthy of being the only county in Xinjiang without a desert. This is also the reason why Wusun can have so many tribes.

The hot spring arrived soon, located next to a hill, and you can see the steam coming out from a distance. This is the territory of the Wusun royal family. Kunmi gave it to Princess Jieyou and built a circle of wooden houses around the hot spring, which was not as magnificent as the "hot spring palace" I imagined.

However, what Ren Hong felt very friendly was that there was a piece of land around these wooden houses, with vegetables planted inside, including onions and leeks, and even more so on.

The people who work were several Han people with trousers rolled up. Yaoguang rode his horse over to say hello to them, but followed Princess Jieyou to Wusun dowry slaves. Twenty years have passed and their hair has long been gray. When they saw the Han envoys scepter, their eyes lit up. They put down their lives and greeted Ren Hong in Zhongyuan dialect.

"Where is the Han envoy from?"

"Did you come from Chang'an?"

"Have you passed by Longxi?"

"It's not convenient to eat in the Western Regions? It's okay. Stay here for a few more days. I guarantee that you will eat authentic Han food every meal."

Finally, he shook his head again: "Is the Han envoy really young this time? Or is it because we are old?"

This is the enthusiasm of the people from the hometown. Looking at the dowry servants with wrinkles and gray hair on their faces, Ren Hong was a little moved. It’s a pity that he has never been to the area east of Dunhuang and cannot tell them the current situation of their hometown.

Yaoguang held one of them by the hand and asked her: "Women, where is Mrs. Feng?"

"Mrs. Feng went to Dayuan on the order of the princess, princess, Han envoys, please follow the old woman."

An elderly slave took them along the plank road to the largest wooden house.

There was a hot spring next to it. Ren Hong was hesitant to wash his feet first. This Han-style house usually only had to go in with his footwear, but his boots were climbing and riding horses, and he stepped on ice and mud. After a few days, he had already smelled. The footwear was probably black and yellow, which was too rude.

Fortunately, Yaoguang told him that it would be okay to wear boots in.

"You still expect the Wusun people to take off their boots when they go in?"

It was not as expected that I met a princess with complicated visits and etiquette. When I arrived at the door, I heard some chirping sounds inside.

After the old servant and Yaoguang went in for a few moments, the voice stopped, and then a summoned by a middle-aged woman came from.

"Agreed Han, please come in."

As soon as Ren Hong entered, he saw a huge loom. It turned out that what he had just heard was the sound of the loom?

The middle-aged woman sitting in front of the loom and just put down the coil in her hand must be the famous Princess Jieyou.

But unlike the princess who were beautiful and extraordinary in Ren Hong's imagination, Princess Jieyou was not dazzling at all. Instead, she was a little thin. She was not on her head, the taller the Jade Terrace, the better the taller the Jade Terrace, but the hanging beard that ordinary Chinese women like, fixed with jade hairpins.

She has a pretty face. Although she is over 40 years old, she looks in her thirties. Her hair is still black, her smile is soft, and there is no sign of Yaoguang's toughness in her expression.

Yao Guang was standing beside her mother. I remember that when she was outside, she always called Princess Jieyou, and her words were full of protection and worship of her mother.

But at this moment, Yaoguang did not look like he was acting coquettishly beside his mother as Ren Hong imagined. Instead, he was a little stiff, deliberately keeping a distance, and his body was straight.

Ren Hong stepped forward a few steps and bowed a long time: "Han's messenger Ren Hong, have seen the princess!"

Ren Hong was willing to bow this time.

The heavy burden of the Han Dynasty uniting the Wusun to destroy the Huns was indeed too heavy to carry on the shoulders of this thin woman. Especially considering that the Han Dynasty evacuated the Western Regions, the Han army had not gone west to Yumen for more than ten years. Without the support of her mother's family, it would be difficult to live.

But after waking up the worries for more than twenty years, when she learned that the Han Dynasty had returned to the Western Regions, she immediately sent her children to Chang'an, hoping to rebuild the Han-Uk alliance. In the original history, when she finally went through hardships and returned to Chang'an, she was over 70 years old and had gray hair.

I dare not see Jiuquan County, but I hope to be born in Yumen Pass. This heartfelt words from Ban Chao when he was seeking return can also be used for Princess Jieyou, and those servants who accompanied her dowry to Wusun?

Unfortunately, people in later generations only remember Wang Zhaojun, but very few people knew Princess Jieyou.

"It's been three years, and I haven't seen the Han envoy in three years. This Eight-foot Han Festival is really nostalgic."

Princess Jieyou smiled and asked Ren Hong to get up, but after letting the slave go out, she shook her head and said:

"But Ren Jen, even if you want to make a false fool, you will do it too carelessly. There are at least three flaws that can be seen at a glance."

Ren Hong raised his eyes, Yaoguang shook his head at him, saying that he had nothing.

"Princess, the lower official..."

Ren Hong was about to explain, but Princess Jieyou smiled and stretched out her hand:

"Give it to me, I happen to have some gold threads, which can help you make it more realistic!"

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ps: It will only be available tomorrow in the afternoon, so you don’t need to brush it in the morning.
Chapter completed!