"Are you talking about...the young gentleman named Xie..." The rescued boy was silent for a moment and spoke in a very unfamiliar Chinese dialect.
His official accent was so funny that Huo Qubing couldn't help laughing when he heard it.
"Is it him, and you were abandoned by your family in the Central Plains again?"
"...My family...were all killed."
The smile in Huo Qubing's eyes slowly faded: "Were you killed by those bandits?"
"They are no different than thieves."
"What are you doing in the Central Plains this time?"
"Before they were killed, they told me to run to the Central Plains."
A trace of pity flashed in Huo Qubing's eyes.
This is considered homeless.
"How about...you and I go back to the academy?"
Arth looked up nervously: "Academy?"
"It's a place for reading and writing."
Huo Qubing waited for a long time, but there was no reply from Alsi. He thought he didn't understand. He was thinking about how to explain, but the young boy asked again: "They...kill people."
Alsi still remembers the conversation between Xie Yuan and himself.
"...don't kill anyone."
Although some people in the Central Plains like to kill slaves for fun, not everyone is like this.
At most, some of them had nothing to do but talk about elixirs and talk the whole time.
Well, he has none of it.
Thinking of his father's instructions to him, Arsi pursed his lips.
After returning to Rouhan, he has been studying the Central Plains culture and also knows some things about the Central Plains.
If he wanted to survive in the Central Plains with his foreign appearance, he would either become the face of the nobles or be captured and become a slave to build a Buddhist temple.
Or, as a businessman.
I just heard that the Central Plains was divided into farmers, industry and commerce. The status of businessmen was very low and business was not very easy to do——
And it seemed that there was no other person from the Central Plains he knew except Mr. Xie Xiao, who saved him that day.
Thinking of this, Alsi slowly raised his head——
"I'll go to the academy with you."
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Longgang Academy.
The diners stood at the door, staring at the foreign boy with brown hair and brown eyes inside, the vigilance in their eyes slowly giving way to curiosity.
I heard that this guy is the Persian whom the Lord saved last time. This time, because his family was destroyed, when he fled to the Central Plains, he encountered bandits who wanted to rob him, but he happened to meet Mr. Huo Xiaolang.
Call it a coincidence, this time the man's family was broken up and his family was destroyed;
Call him unlucky, he meets them every time.
Could this guy be a craftsman from the Western Regions?
After Alsi finished his fourth steamed cake and reached for the second plate, Xie Yuan broke his guard.
A little boy, the second senior brother’s stomach?
Sensing Xie Yuan's surprised gaze, Alsi's ears turned red: "I... haven't had a full meal in a long time."
"Eat, the Rouran tribe is in chaos, it's really not easy for you to survive." Xie Yuan pushed a bowl of buttermilk over.
Huo Qubing laughed at him several times for speaking in Central Plains dialect. After arriving at the academy, Alsi put away his poor Central Plains official dialect and changed it to Eastern Hu dialect.
So when the two of them were talking, people outside couldn't understand a word.
"How did you know I'm from Rouran?" Alth's hand holding the buttermilk tightened slightly.
"That time you told me that your surname was Yujiulu. This surname belongs to the Rouran royal family. Not long ago, Rouran mutinied and the Yujiulu tribe was defeated. The men became slaves and the women became marching prostitutes."
Xie Yuan took a sip of tea and said, "If you stay here, you have to give up your last name. It will cause big trouble."
"Then what should I be called from now on?" Alsi took a bite of the steamed pancake.
Xie Yuan thought for a while: "Young Master Luo from Zhongyuan, let's call him Luo Chen."
"Luo Chen?"
Xie Yuan nodded, stood up, took some paper, ink, pen and inkstone, wrote two words and handed it over.
"In the Central Plains, you have to speak the Central Plains dialect." Comrade Xiao Xie spoke in a fluent Shanxi official accent, and then glanced outside, "I've heard enough, let's go."
The diners outside all blushed and dispersed one after another.
Except...a certain young man from the Huo family.
"Yeah... I will." Luo Chen nodded looking at those two words, stumbling and speaking in Central Plains dialect, "Abandon the Yujiulu clan."
There was a loud bang outside the door.
Xie Yuan's eyelids twitched, he walked over and opened the door, and saw Huo Qubing standing outside with a very sad look on his face.
"My lord... do you know that the Yujiulu clan belongs to the Rouran royal family?" The young man's eyes were very red, and his eyes looking at Luo Chen were full of coldness.
"The Rouran tribe rebelled not long ago, and since then there has been no more Yujiulu clan." Xie Yuan nodded.
Huo Qubing suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, and pointed the sharp sword light directly at Luo Chen.
Luo Chen's face turned slightly pale.
"Unjust, what are you doing?" Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows.
"He killed my father!" The boy's eyes became even redder.
Xie Yuan: “??”
"Three years ago, my father went to war in the desert. The imperial reinforcements have not arrived. Three thousand cavalry were captured. The Huo family's army has not returned yet." Huo Qubing's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and his voice was a little more throaty.
"I followed my lord and inquired about the news for a year, but I didn't see my father return to the Central Plains."
Xie Yuan touched his nose.
Forgot about this happening.
Three years ago, Governor Huo led his army on an expedition to the desert. The intelligence originally given by the scouts was that the enemy had only three thousand men, so he took a group of ten thousand cavalry and went out to fight.
When they arrived, they found that they had brought 300,000 yuan, which was a hundred times more than them.
Governor Huo applied to the imperial court for assistance, and also asked several nearby princes to send troops.
The various county princes supported only a few thousand state and county soldiers, and they were reluctant to use them themselves, let alone go out to provide support - so the imperial court did not send any letters of support, and the princes also rejected Governor Huo's letters asking for help.
Governor Huo was also very powerful. He used 10,000 cavalry to deal with them, and killed a full 100,000 people.
Rouran lost face, so she secretly mobilized an iron cavalry to surround and suppress the Huo family's army.
Governor Huo fought with the Rouran people for three days and three nights, and was finally captured together with the remaining three thousand cavalry.
I heard that the Rouran people admired his strategy and military skills and wanted to recruit him to surrender.
It's just that Governor Huo's heart is in the Central Plains and he has always refused, and the imperial court has not sent envoys to ask for the Governor of the Huo family. Now that new generals have emerged in the court, no one has mentioned the Governor of the Huo family anymore. .
So it’s unfair to round up and assume that his father is dead?
"In that battle, it was the Avoghan clan who sent troops...our Yujiulu clan did not send troops. It was that tribe that attacked my entire clan and imprisoned my father, Khan." Luo Chen spoke softly.
Huo Qubing narrowed his eyes: "But based on your words, how can I believe that you and your father Khan are not the murderers of my father?"
"You Central Plains people... don't you pay attention to filial piety? I swear on the name of my father, Khan, that we are definitely not the tribe that defeated the Huo family army." Luo Chen became anxious and stumbled, saying,
"Moreover... the governor is still imprisoned, and the newly succeeded Afughan Khan... wants to continue to recruit him."
Huo Qubing choked, and when he heard Luo Chen's words, his eyes suddenly lit up: "You said my father is not dead?"