Firmament

Where is the most precious.

- Kyrgyz proverb

In August 1226, Ali and Abbas followed the forces of Hohbari to Weiyang, an important town in Sanqin.

Weiyang is located in the hinterland of the Guanzhong Plain of the 800-mile Qinchuan River, where the Weishui River passes through the south of the city, and the Zong Mountain lies on the north side of the city. It has a very long history. In 221 B.C., the Great Qin Empire established Weiyang as its capital, opening the era when Weiyang became the capital of 13 dynasties in history and the important land of Gyeonggi. Weiyang is also the first stop of the Silk Road starting from Chang'an, and is an important transportation station from the Central Plains to the countries of the Great Northwest and Western Regions.

In order to find a safe and comfortable place to rest for Hohwa Bari, Badr walked around Weiyang City without looking at a pleasing house. Eventually, he found a nice manor in the secluded north of the city and decided to stay there.

The courtyard wall of the manor is towering, and the Zhumen is magnificent, hidden in a verdant bamboo forest, and the environment is elegant and quiet. The owner of the manor is a local noble and prominent nobleman surnamed Ma.

When

the owner of the horse village heard that General Huhe Bari was going to requisition his manor, how could he dare to say a word. He immediately arranged for his family to move to the backyard, vacate the spacious hall, and then stood respectfully at the gate, bowing his head to greet the dignified guests.

Ali and Abbas carry cooking utensils into the manor. They glanced at the owner of the horse farm by the way, and found that he did not look like a native of the Central Plains, but a bit like a Khorezm man. It was as if they had met their relatives in their hometown, and they looked at each other, with a premonition that something wonderful might happen today.

Ali and Abbas put down their cooking utensils and went out to carry something else.

Taking advantage of the soldiers' inattention, Abbas quietly approached the owner of the horse farm and greeted him tentatively in Khorezm.

When the owner heard Abbas's greeting, a hint of surprise appeared on his cautious face, and his eyes brightened in an instant. Not only did he understand Abbas's greeting, but he also greeted him in Khorezm.

Ali and Abbas almost jumped for joy. They suppressed their amazement, pretended that nothing had happened, and went on with their work.

The owner of the horse village welcomed Hohe Bari into the hall, and quickly withdrew from it, beckoning the servants to pour water and make tea for the guests, and hurriedly arranging other officers.

Badr walked over in three steps and two steps, resolutely and politely declined the tea brought by the owner of the stable, and turned around and ordered a personal guard to go to the well to draw water. He had to go to the kitchen to remake tea for Hohwa Bari in person.

When Ali and Abbas saw that the owner of the horse farm was idle, they ran over and whispered to him in Khorezm.

When Badr came out of the kitchen and found them whispering, he immediately stopped them sternly and told Ali and Abbas to go and prepare the general's dinner.

After dinner, Ali and Abbas cleaned up the kitchen and snuck out the back garden to find the owner of the horse farm who was waiting for them in the Storm Pavilion.

The owner invited them to sit down and poured tea enthusiastically while chatting with them.

Abbas tried to soothe the excitement in his heart, and with a sense of uneasiness, he politely asked, "My lord, please forgive us for our rudeness. Excuse me, why are you able to understand Khorezm?"

The owner of the horse farm replied with a smile: "If you trace back to the roots, I am also a Khorezm person." "

Ali and Abbas asked in unison, "Really?"

The owner of the horse farm said calmly: "Really. Where are you from Khorezm?".

Ali was the first to reply: "Report to your lordship, my name is Ali, and I am from Samarkand. His name was Abbas, and he was a Mulu man. We are all conscripts. My lord, where are you from?".

The owner replied: "I am a native of Bukhara. However, if we continue to extrapolate upwards, we can trace it back to the family of the Prophet. "

Ali and Abbas's eyes became as bright as the sun. There was a particularly solemn look on his face.

They exclaimed, enviously, "Wow, you are a descendant of the Prophet!

The owner of the horse farm smiled faintly and told the young people from his hometown about his family history:

"Once upon a time, when the Khorezm Empire was not strong, there was a small kingdom of Bukhara in the Western Regions. The King is the 26th grandson of the Prophet and my ancestor, Lord Sophir. At that time, powerful countries and large countries constantly waged wars, wantonly annexed weak and small countries, and fought each other for many years, and the people were struggling to make a living.

In order to escape the endless war, Lord Sophier led more than 5,000 relatives and subordinates into exile, and finally came to Tokyo, the capital of the Eastern Kingdom, and was generously courteous by the emperor. Lord Sophie was given the official position of head of the headquarters and was also crowned the Duke of Gyeongkook.

Later, the Khitan Kingdom and the Baigao Xia Kingdom launched a war to invade the Eastern Kingdom. Lord Sofir leads his troops in the fight against foreign invasions. He was appreciated by the emperor for his outstanding military achievements.

Later, the fighting in Bukhara finally subsided. The ministers made a special trip from the Western Regions to welcome Lord Sofir back to the throne.

The Emperor warmly retained Lord Sophir and invited him to live in Tokyo for a long time. So, Lord Sophier abdicated the throne and remained in the Eastern Kingdom until he was impermanence in Tokyo. The Emperor was very grieved and posthumously presented Lord Sophir as the king of court.

"It has been more than 150 years since Lord Sophier and his descendants settled in the East and lived for generations. I was born and raised in the East, and the East is my motherland. "

Ali stared at the big pale yellow eyes and asked puzzledly: "My lord, your ancestors left Bukhara for more than 150 years, and you were born in the East, how can you still understand the Khorezm language?"

The owner of the horse farm replied with a smile: "When we interact with the Orientals, we speak the Oriental dialect. Back at home, prayers are in Arabic, and conversations between family and clan are still in Khorezm. Of course, there is a lot of Oriental dialect mixed in. "

Abbas asked regretfully: "Aren't you going to return to Bukhara?"

The owner of the horse farm smiled bitterly and replied meaningfully: "Where your parents are, where is the motherland." Our ancestor Sophie is buried here. My grandfather and grandmother are also buried here. My Ada and Grandma are still buried here. You say, what's the point of me going back to Bukhara alone?".

Ali and Abbas did not pursue any further questioning. They drank their tea silently, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Ali was deeply sorrowful: Is it possible for me to stay in the Central Plains forever like the owner of the horse farm? If this is the case, how miserable and desolate it will be!

Abbas thought to himself: I must not be like Sophie, who left his country and did not go back, and stayed in a foreign country for many years. Besides, I still have my parents, wife and children, how can I be separated from them for a long time?

That night, both Ali and Abbas had insomnia.

Ali tossed and turned in bed, his thoughts wandering. He heard Abbas sigh and get out of bed.

Ali said to Abbas: "Brother Abbas, we must return to the Khwarazm Empire! My Ada, my grandmother, and my relatives are all in Samarkand. Your Ada, your grandmother, and your wife and children are also in Mulu. Khorezm is our motherland. We must not leave our children and grandchildren in the East!".

Abbas lifted the quilt and sat up.

He kindly reminded, "Ali, you speak quietly, beware of the sentinels who hear it." You're right! My Ada, my grandmother, my wife, and my son are all in Mulu. Of course I want to go back to Mulu. The Khorezm Empire is our homeland!".

Ali asked sadly, "But when will we go back?"

Abbas advised: "Ali, don't worry. Let's wait patiently for our chance. Eat well, sleep well, and take care of your body. You must know that when we go back in the future, General Hoho Bari will not give us a carriage to sit in. "

Ali rubbed the pebbles and wisted, "Hmm. But maybe Lord Badr will send each of us a horse. "

Abbas said disapprehantly, "He, you better stop dreaming!"

Ali said, "If you don't give it, forget it." Even with our feet, we have to walk back to Khorezm. "

Through the half-hidden Oriental wooden lattice windows, Ali could see the deep and distant night sky.

A crescent moon hangs high in the blue-gray sky. The moon glowed with a warm and soft light, like the kind eyes of Ada and Grandma, looking at Ali kindly. The little shining stars on the edge of the night sky, as if they were relatives in Samarkand, frequently beckoned to Ali.

Ali looked at the dreamy night sky, immersed himself in beautiful meditation, and fell asleep in a daze.

Since joining the Prairie Nation Army, Ali has had countless dreams. However, those are all strange dreams and terrifying nightmares. Today, a sweet dream came to his mind:

Ali grew a pair of broad and strong wings, flew over the mountains and seas, flew over the desert steppes, experienced violent storms, overcame thousands of dangers, flew into the blue sky of Khorezm, and slowly landed on the commercial streets of Samarkand. He stood leisurely in his shop, selling the fragrant tea ...... produced in Weiyang to the citizens

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