In the 17th year of the founding of the Qing Dynasty, on the banks of the Ili River.

More than a dozen fast horses galloped across the grassland, with a young man and woman riding at the front.

The young man riding the horse was tall, dressed in the attire of a Mongolian noble, with a handsome face and a high nose, but he still had the appearance of a Han man.

He loosened the reins with both hands, raised his bow while riding the horse, and hit the fleeing prey in the distance with an arrow.

But the Mongolian girl had already galloped past him, shouting: "I want to hunt a bigger prey."

"Namur." Li Changsui called her quickly and said, "It's too far already, go back."

"No reply." Namur turned around, smiled and waved to him, the silver bell on her wrist swaying, "Catch up with me if you have the ability."

Li Changsui was aroused and eager to win, so he rode up.

Both of them had good horses under their crotches, running faster and faster, gradually throwing away the attendants behind them.

"Your Highness!"

A knight tried hard to drive his horse, but he could only watch as the young man and woman in front of him disappeared. After driving for a while, they completely lost sight of them.

The upper reaches of the Akyazi River is a valley.

The sky is blue, the grass is green, and the valley is quiet.

"Uu."

Li Changsui finally took hold of the reins of Namur's horse and said, "We can't run anymore."

"Oh well."

Namur braced herself on the saddle and jumped off the horse dexterously. She smoothed her hair and said with a smile: "I want my horse to rest. Come down and we'll drink the horses over there."

Li Changsui had no choice but to sigh, lead the horse and follow her, saying: "If I follow you and make nonsense, I will be taught a lesson by my husband again when I go back."

"You will be the Khan of the grassland, why should you be afraid of him?"

"Because he is my husband."

"But they have so many rules. It's great to be free like us."

"Sir said, freedom without restraint is not true freedom."

"Sir again."

Namur laughed again, as if she was laughing at Li Changsui, and reached out to pinch his face.

"Don't touch me." Li Changsui didn't like her move, so he broke away from her hand and said, "I'm not a child anymore."

Namur hummed, sat down by the river, and waved to him.

"Sit down for a while. Don't you still have to do your homework when you go back?"

Li Changsui couldn't help but let out a long breath, sat down on the grassland, and stretched out. He really didn't want to do his homework.

The wind blows very comfortably, carrying the fragrance of green grass, unlike the constant smell of horse manure in the camp.

He sat for a while, lay down on his back, looked at the blue sky, and murmured: "I can't remember what Chang'an is like."

"Don't you like it here?" Namur lay down next to him and looked sideways at his face.

"I don't know." Li Changsui puffed up his cheeks and asked, "Don't you want to hunt? Go quickly, I'll wait for you to bring back the prey."

"Eh."

"Um?"

Li Changsui turned his head and felt soft lips touching his mouth.

After a while, he finally regained his breath and murmured: "You are my cousin...and we are still young."

"Don't listen to them." Namur hugged his neck, leaned very close, and whispered: "We are husband and wife."

She is different from other Mongolian women in that she has a delicate fragrance.

There is a vague aroma of rouge.

Li Changsui felt uneasy, but he did feel very...feeling good.

The two of them were both fourteen years old and had never experienced anything, yet they vaguely understood everything. Once they got entangled, it was like getting an electric shock.

It was just a kiss that lasted a long time.

This was a new feeling that Li Changsui had never experienced before. He was so immersed in it that he forgot many things.

"..."

The river flowed quietly, from dawn to dusk, and then to night. After a long time, the young man and woman clinging to each other were finally willing to put on their clothes and leave. Leave this river valley.

~~

The eighteenth year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Due to the advancement of the war with the Golden Horde and the urging of the Tang court, the Khanate of the Chagatai Khanate moved westward to the bank of Zhaisang Lake.

Lake Zhaisan is located in the depression between the Altai Mountains and the Talbachatay Mountains.

Meltwater from the glaciers on the Altay Mountains merges into the Irtysh River, which flows through here and forms a huge turquoise lake in the canyon. There are forests, meadows, and flowers.

In October, Lian Xixian's troops passed by, and Wu Ze entertained him with wine. During the dinner, he sighed deeply.

"After eight years in the grassland, His Highness has still turned into a beggar. Fortunately, he listens to Mr. Lian the most. I ask Mr. Lian to persuade him."

Lian Xixian shook his head and said, "What is Hu Hua?"

Wu Ze didn't know where to start, so he said: "Now His Highness and his cousin are deeply in love, and their words and deeds are becoming more and more like a deceiver."

Lian Xixian said with a smile: "The young couple has a deep love for each other, and it was evident at the banquet. But a deep love for each other is not nonsense. There are many loving couples in the Central Plains."

"Lian Gong clearly knows what the students are talking about."

Lian Xixian tightened his thick cotton coat and said, "It's freezing cold in the north of Saibei. Your Highness is wearing a fox fur coat today, right?"

"yes."

"Nowadays, cotton cultivation in the Western Regions has gradually become more effective. Many Mongolians and Uighurs wear cotton clothes, but have they become Chinese?"

"nature."

"But cotton is not originally a product of Zhongzhou? Before the previous dynasty, we only had the word 'mian', but not the word 'cotton' next to the word 'wood'." Lian Xixian said: "It's just something to wear when it's cold, you can

If you want to see it, say it's Chinese, and if you don't want to see it, say it's Huhua, which is not advisable."

Wu Ze's expression became serious and he asked: "Why do Mr. Lian bother to joke with the students? I am talking about His Highness's words and deeds."

"Isn't it normal for young people to be difficult to control at this age?" Lian Xixian said: "His Royal Highness went to the Western Regions when he was seven years old, and spent eight years among the Mongols. How can it be surprising that his words and deeds are like them? On the contrary, what I saw today is if

It's a strange thing for His Highness to wear a round-collared robe and say, 'That's what I mean'."

"Isn't Mr. Lian worried?"

"I advise you not to put too much pressure on yourself, and don't put too much pressure on His Highness."

"How can we not worry?" Wu Zedao said: "Wulu Hu deliberately wanted to turn His Highness into a Mongolian..."

Lian Xixian said: "You only saw the changes in His Highness, but you didn't see the changes in the entire Western Region Khanate."

Wu Ze was stunned.

Lian Xixian raised his hand and pointed, "Let's see, what did you and I eat today?"

"Big... big chicken."

"Chicken, potatoes, peppers." Lian Xixian raised the chopsticks in his hand and said, "There are also noodles from Sichuan and Sichuan, and noodles from Guanzhong."

Wu Ze laughed dumbly and said, "Mr. Lian is so good at comforting people."

"You only focus on His Highness, so you think he is Huhua for marrying his cousin early, wearing Mongolian clothes, and speaking Mongolian. But remember, changing a person's behavior is very fast. What is difficult is to change and educate people all over the world.

Wanmin is a step-by-step process, not that fast. Now we grow potatoes in the Western Regions, and they grow corn in northern Liaoning. How many seeds can be sown a year? But since the seeds are planted, sooner or later they will sprout."

Wu Ze was thoughtful.

Lian Xixian patted his shoulder and finally said: "Integration is mutual, and the customs of all ethnic groups have their good and bad. The most important thing is to teach His Highness the benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trustworthiness. You cannot expect to just teach the Western Regions."

A highness is enough. In a word, if you have enough food and clothing, you will know the etiquette. If you have enough food and clothing, you will know the honor and disgrace."

"Thank you, Mr. Lian, for your enlightenment. The students understand."

After a long conversation, Wu Ze really knew what he should do.

As the future Prime Minister of the Anxi Palace, he began to focus more on governance, teaching herdsmen to cultivate the land, and preparing to build a city at Zhaisang Lake...

~~

Spring passed and autumn came, and in a blink of an eye it was the twenty-sixth year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

A city has been built on the bank of Zhaisang Lake.

Not only the business travelers, but also the Han people living here, as well as more and more herdsmen and nobles from the Khanate moved into the city.

Only Ketun Ulughnai of the Chagatai Khanate still liked to live in a tent by the lake.

But on the fifth day of May this year, even she was on her deathbed...

Many people had knelt down outside the big tent.

In the tent, Uluru was explaining the funeral arrangements.

"Remember, the Silk Road is the cornerstone of the Khanate. Without oases and trade, the Khanate will cease to exist. Only by defeating the Golden Horde and the Ilkhanate can we prosper..."

"My grandson will definitely cut off his bald head and attach Gudie'er's head to open up business channels."

Li Changsui responded in his fluent Mongolian.

"I know that you will change this Khanate after my death. I can't do anything about it. There is only one thing you must promise me... you must pass the throne to your and Atana Muir's child."

Having said this, Uluru Hunai's eyes became darker and darker, and he murmured: "Everything I have done in my life is for this position."
To be continued...