The Legend of Prince Yong

Lao Zhu entered the door, rubbed his hands, walked to the table of Yinzhen and the others and said: "A few masters, those horse dealers, I have already inquired and live in the patriarch of the horse market!" Yin Zhen was beside Wen Jue and said strangely: "Most of the horse dealers live in taverns and inns, especially those who come from outside the customs, why do they live in the patriarch's place?" Lao Zhu smiled: "What is this, in the past, as long as the horse dealers from outside the customs came to the brigade, most of them would go to the families they knew each other here, and our Ursu patriarch here is from the Horqin grassland tribe." Is it only natural for these horse dealers to come to him? Ha ha... I went to see the horses they brought with me, and they were all the best horses in a hundred. Although it is slightly inferior to the horses ridden by a few people, if it is compared with the horses ridden by your subordinates, you will never lose! If you want to go and have a look, I can take you there, and if you are satisfied, you can buy a few horses, and you will not have to run for nothing!" Yinzhen stood up and said with a smile: "Yes, in recent years, the business from the south to the north has been big, and the horse gang has long lacked good horses. I have heard that the horses of the Horqin steppe are the best treasured horses in Mongolia, and they are not far behind the sweaty horses of the Great Wan Kingdom

Yinzhen ordered the guards and others to stay in the tavern to rest and enter the city early tomorrow morning. He took Wen Jue and Feixue and rushed to the big tent of the patriarch of the horse market, Ursu! After walking for nearly a mile, it was already dark, and he gradually heard the sound of the horses chewing the grass stalks, "Titicaca..." Outside the tent, like in other places, there are a number of wooden stakes. But the horses on the stakes stood upright, chewing vigorously on the grass in the manger, and at a glance, the horses everywhere were energetic and vigorous, and could not help but make a sense of pride rise in the hearts of those who watched. It was not like the horses seen anywhere else, lying sick and lying on the side, chewing in their mouths! Several people secretly cheered in their hearts, knowing that the sound of "Titicaca..." that they had just heard all the way was the sound that came from here!

A few men passed through the herd of horses and came to the big tent, where there were bursts of men's laughter and the sound of singing and dancing on the prairie. Lao Zhu stood outside the tent door and said loudly: "Lord Ursu, Zhu Neng came to visit!" After a while, the sound of singing and dancing in the tent stopped, and an old voice came: "Come in!" As soon as the words fell, the curtain of the big tent door was lifted, and Yinzhen and the others walked in with Lao Zhu in turn! The tent was very spacious, twice as big as Zhu Neng's tavern. In the center of the tent was a large fox fur chair, on which sat an old man with gray hair. On either side of the chair are two rows of slightly lower benches, and on each side sit several middle-aged men dressed in fox skin and cashmere. There were also two beautiful women in Han costumes, Manchu clothes, and Mongolian costumes leaning beside each of the big men. In the center of the big tent stood six Uyghur girls dressed in the Western Regions, with blue hair and blue eyes. The tents are lavishly furnished: the curtains are covered with thick felt and fastened with a cord of bright red bristles, the two rows of wooden tables and chairs are painted in fine red lacquer, and the chaise longues are covered with ornate white mink cushions. The fire in the middle of the big tent is booming, which makes people feel a sense of midsummer. Everyone was slightly surprised in their hearts, and Yinzhen's heart was even more turbulent. Because he had patrolled several times with Kangxi, he knew that even the princes and nobles of Mongolia would rarely set up such a large and luxurious tent. However, here, how can the patriarch of a small Ponyville live in such a luxurious tent without making people tremble. I have more doubts about this Ursu in my heart!

Lao Zhu bowed forward, pointed to Yinzhen and the three of them, and introduced to an old-faced person sitting in the room: "Lord Ursu, these are the people in the horse gang who came to choose horses!" After speaking, he said to Yinzhen and the others: "This is the patriarch of our horse market tribe, Ursu!" Yinzhen stepped forward and saluted: "Meet the patriarch, I took the liberty to come today, and there is a lot of trouble." The old man replied lightly, and said, "I don't know where a few people are getting rich?" Yinzhen arched his hand again and said: "We are the horse gang of Shandong, going south and north, Shandong, Shanxi, Shaanxi and Hebei are all places we often go to!" Ursu took the wine glass in front of the table with his right hand and drank it all, and touched the chest of the girl on his side with his left hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, this taste is the same as the good girl we Mongolians can only look at but not touch!"

The four of them sat down on both sides, the music started again, and the six girls in the center danced with long sleeves fluttering. After a while, Ursu said to several Mongolian men: "Didn't you bring a lot of good horses with you this time, and you will show them later!" One of the big men with a full beard and a rough face said: "Since Lord Ursu has ordered, he will naturally choose the best horses for them in a while, and they will not be at a loss!" After speaking, several other people also responded! Yinzhen looked at everyone carefully, and saw that this big man seemed to be the leader of everyone, so he stood up, picked up his wine glass and said to him: "Then thank you here first!" After speaking, he drank all the mare's milk wine in the cup, and sat down with a smile! The bearded man had drunk mare's milk wine before, and knew that this wine was the strongest wine outside the Saiwai, and even the warriors on the grassland rarely could directly kill a full cup. At this time, he saw that he was dressed in a simple samurai costume, although his figure was already tall in the pass, but compared to the powerful Mongolian man, he still looked thin, and the fair-skinned Yinzhen drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and felt pity in his heart, stood up, took a sip of the newly filled wine in the cup, and laughed: "Yes, it is rare to see such a heroic person in this Jingshi, you are a friend, I have made up my mind!" Yinzhen replied with a smile: "Fortunately!"