Xia Xun had seen scenes of bonfire parties on the grassland in movies and TV before, and it was roughly the same as what he saw before him.
Stacks of firewood were burning brightly. There were short tables on all sides. There was a felt blanket behind the low tables. Someone played the melodious morin fiddle and sang a heroic and melodious song. There were girls in bright long skirts and neatly dressed young men.
They sang and danced around the bonfire.
The difference is that the picture in Jingtou is always the dazzling fire, jumping figures, joyful singing, and lively atmosphere filling the entire screen. But being in it, sitting here, the feeling is completely different.
When you raise your head, what you see is a sky full of stars, far and near, bright and dark, like the Milky Way upside down, forming a deep and vast starry sky. Under this vast starry sky, nothing can be called great, [baidu Jinyi
Night Walk Post Bar] That kind of silence and insignificance is deeply rooted in my bones.
Looking back, the rivers, mountains, and continuous grasslands are all submerged in the boundless darkness, and the howling of wolves is faintly carried by the wind. When you are alone in it, all you feel is the vastness of the world and the feeling of loneliness, even if you are alone.
Now there are so many people, there are bonfires and singing, and the excitement only belongs to this corner.
Xia Xun suddenly had a feeling, just like when he held the candle in the Beiping Underground Palace. The only light was the point in front of him, and there was endless darkness all around. This feeling was probably only felt by him who was used to living in the Central Plains city.
These people on the grassland are enjoying the joy of this night calmly. Although the sky is high and the land is vast, it seems that it is just their bedding.
The three kings of Wala and the imperial envoy Zhao Zijin have not yet come out. The people currently active at the dinner are the Wala tribesmen who arrived first and the imperial guards who were invited. Here, there is no need for them to follow Zhao Zijin step by step. If the three kings of Wala
With malicious intentions, their presence will not help in their numbers. The safety of the Imperial Envoy does not depend on their presence.
Tonight's sitting was quite chaotic. The guards of the Ming Dynasty were all pulled by the Wala warriors and sat separately behind several tables. Fei Hewei finally squeezed in with Xia Xun. The two were accompanied by a bearded Wala man.
, the three of them sat at the same table.
The man from Wala knew some Chinese, but he was limited. He was babbling, and he had to use gestures to supplement most of his words. The person who spoke was tired, and the person who listened was even more tired. There was not much to say in two words, and Xia Xun felt relaxed.
, looking around and feeling the wild and free party atmosphere on the grassland alone.
In fact, there was a reason for him to look around. He wanted to find the old woman who had talked to him in the afternoon. That old woman had a great impression of Daming, and she might be able to take advantage of her. If she could understand her with emotion and move her with reason,
, if you promise her a generous amount of money, you might be able to convince her to use it for yourself.
Of course, he would not put this plan into action rashly. He needed to make further contact with the old woman first and test the possibility of winning over her through subtle means.
But the sky was too dark, and the brightest place was the young men and women who were singing and dancing around the fire. The Oara people surrounding them were reflected in the red firelight, but it was difficult to see their appearance clearly.
Xia Xun thought to himself: "Most of the people who like the excitement are young people. Could it be that the old woman won't show up tonight? Well, the Wala people live in one tent as a family, and the social structure is loose. Even their soldiers are fighting
The herdsmen were recruited temporarily, and there were very few permanent members of the tribe.
King Mahamu's daily life was only served by his own servants. When the imperial envoy came, there were not so many servants to entertain him, so he could only recruit other tribesmen and their servants nearby, so... that old woman is not Mahamu
The servants of the house are the people of Mahamu's headquarters, and they live not far away. Let's look for them carefully tomorrow."
Just as Xia Xun was thinking about it, the three kings of Wala and Zhao Zijin walked in from a distance. There were people holding torches on both sides. The noisy scene suddenly quieted down. The girls and the young men who were singing and dancing quickly ran to both sides, accompanied by Mahamu and three others.
Zhao Zijin took his seat in the chair, and both parties made some high-sounding polite remarks, and the party officially began.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!"
Three pyres piled up like a hill were ignited, and two bonfires were originally lit at the scene. Once these three bonfires were lit, they suddenly became as bright as day.
On the side, the crowd parted, and a row of girls walked in. Xia Xun was startled when he saw how they were dressed, because they were not traditional Mongolian clothes. They were all covered with gauze, with half-exposed arms and round little girls.
A section of snow-white belly was exposed on her waist, and her navel was covered with gold powder, which shone like stars under the firelight.
Their scarlet gold skirts are of varying lengths, consisting of skirts that are as long as their feet and as short as their thighs. In this way, their slender thighs can be looming with just the slightest movement. You can imagine what would happen if they danced
When you stand up, raise your hands and feet, and dance gracefully, it will be so wonderful.
Mahamu smiled and said: "Master Imperial Envoy, do you know what kind of dance this is?"
Mahamu looked at this outfit in surprise, which was very different from the traditional Mongolian costumes. When he saw those young girls wearing ivory Buddha crowns and tassels on their shoulders, they seemed to be dressed like flying apsaras in the Western Regions. There were also some Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Xiang, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out: "Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance?"
Mahamu was a little surprised and said: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Envoy, is knowledgeable and has a strong memory. Yes, this is the Sixteen Heavenly Demonic Dance.
The general content of the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance is that the demon transformed into sixteen stunningly beautiful beauties in an attempt to seduce the Bodhisattva with their looks. This can be regarded as the pinnacle of erotic dance in that era. It was originally performed in the court of the Yuan Dynasty by the emperor and his favored ministers.
It is a kind of dance that is enjoyed and watched. After the dance, the monarchs and ministers often roll into a ball with the "Sky Witch" and perform the trick of making meat and futon.
Words worked, and later this kind of dance began to spread among the people. However, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, this kind of dance could never be seen in the Central Plains. Zhao Zijin had only seen records and descriptions of this kind of dance in books. Fortunately,
He read so much that he actually started to think about it.
Mahamu smiled and said: "This dance is very beautiful, but it is not easy to gather these sixteen beauties. Usually even I rarely get to see it. The imperial envoy is a guest from afar, so I specially prepared this wonderful dance.
To entertain the guests!”
He raised his hand, hit it three times in a row, and shouted: "Start!"
Immediately, the melodious music was played, and the sixteen girls started to dance, dancing into the spirit of the devil, with their wonderful looks revealed, their pink legs curved, breasts undulating buttocks, and they tried their best to tease and seduce under the veil.
, every slight bend of their slender waists and every fleeting glance of their charming eyes are full of endless temptation.
In particular, they were wearing masks with gold foil on their faces. The masks were only half-length and could only cover the eyes above the nose, like cat eyes. This made their faces look a bit weird and mysterious, and also added a bit of mystery.
Charming.
Perhaps it is not easy to choose sixteen stunning beauties, especially in this grassland, but once the mask is covered, the five points of beauty become ten points. When it comes to the body, which of these young girls has pink and curvy buttocks?
charming?
So not only the three kings of Wala and Zhao Zijin were mesmerized by the sight, but the people of the Wala tribe around them were also the same. They had never seen this kind of beauty. Everyone seemed to be under a mute curse and held their breath.
, watching their every move closely, no one spoke, and no one drank, for fear of missing any movement.
It's just that the sixteen beauties are moving forward and backward, left and right, constantly changing their positions and body movements. No one can keep their eyes fixed on one beauty, so that they are dazzled and feel extremely beautiful, extremely beautiful.
My mind is full of jade arms and thighs, but if I think about it carefully, I can't even remember a complete image. This is the beauty of Tianmo Wu.
Although under the cover of firelight, costumes, and masks, the sixteen beauties seemed to be equally ranked, there were actually some differences. Halfway through, everyone's eyes were mostly focused on the one in the middle of the Sixteen Heavenly Witches. Likewise,
She has a slender waist, long legs, a snow-covered belly and fragrant navel. She also wears a mask to cover her eyes, and has a delicate mouth. But this girl just looks more fascinating than other women.
This girl was Ulantuya. When Xia Xun released her regardless of the past grievances, she did not want to return to Tatar because of Arutai's ruthlessness, so she went all the way west in a daze and ended up in Oara.
At this time, Oara and Tatar had not long since split, and there were many tribesmen on both sides who were related to each other. Huahatun was a distant relative of hers, so she took refuge in Huahatun.
The Ming Dynasty sent an imperial envoy to investigate the secret establishment of the Great Khan. This imperial envoy came just to seek their misfortune. Mahamu was still unable to compete with the Ming Dynasty, so he had to hide himself while trying to use wine, sex and wealth to deal with this Ming Dynasty.
The envoy, therefore, specially searched various tribes and gathered sixteen beauties to perform the Demon Dance.
Wulantuya's appearance was outstanding and had long been known to the various tribes. If Mrs. Huo'a hadn't supported her, countless people would have fought over her, so she was naturally called here.
The eyes that stared at her were like a pair of hooks, as if they wanted to strip her naked. Seeing the men's squinting eyes, Ulantuya was extremely disgusted, and the look on her face
Then she became extremely indifferent, her enchanting body movements, coupled with her ice-like expression, blending coolness and sexiness into one, making her even more seductive.
Seeing that Zhao Zijin was fascinated, Mahamu quietly turned to him and whispered: "The night on the grassland is very cold. How can I sleep without the company of a woman who knows both cold and heat? Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy
Just indicate which one you like, haha..."
"hehe……"
When Zhao Zijin heard this, he had no choice but to laugh, sit upright, and behave like a gentleman. Now he finally knew why Huang Zhen, the old guy, smiled so weirdly when he said goodbye to him. Hidden next to him was Fu Guogong, his
Every move... no one dares to go beyond it.
Having a heartbeat but not being able to act is so painful!
The only one at the scene who didn't stare at these little girls with exposed arms and legs in fascination was Xia Xun. He was taking advantage of the rare silence at the moment to use his best eyesight to do something to the people of the Wara tribe who were surrounding him.
In a final search, looking for the old woman.
"Stinky man! None of the stinky men in the world is good!" Wulan Tuya danced, looking at the intoxicated appearance of those men, and her heart became more and more disgusted. Suddenly she glanced around and saw Xia Xun looking around absentmindedly.
, Ulan Tuya thought: "I heard that some southerners have the habit of cutting off their peach sleeves. This must be a disgusting man who likes men!"
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