Chapter 229 The Ninth Year of the North

The grassland in the northern border, in the tent of the Southern Xiongnu kings.

A woman in Hanfu was carving something seriously with a sabre, carving it while showing various expressions, as if she was talking to a doll.

In her hand was a palm-sized tree root. The top of the roots had been carved into the first appearance. Although it was not clear, if you look closely, you can still see that this was the appearance of a young man.

The man's facial features were not special, but the part of his mouth was slightly raised, revealing a curve, as if he was smirking.

When the woman carved this, she also smiled on her face, but the smile quickly turned into a light sigh, and a few sad faces appeared between her eyebrows.

"Miss, Miss, Lord Zuo Wang is here." A young girl of seventeen or eighteen suddenly ran in and said anxiously to the woman who was stunned at the doll.

The woman was also a little panicked and hurriedly hid the doll and the saber under the bedding.

"Haha, Yan'er, what are you doing? Let me tell you a happy thing. Today I compete with that guy Dadacheer. He lost to me five hundred cows and five hundred sheep." A man dressed in a gorgeous back and waist outside the tent walked in, laughing like thunder.

This person is the left king of the Southern Xiongnu, named Xiulan Zhuerhan, and the Dadacheer in his mouth is the right king of the Xiongnu.

"Then Cai Yan congratulates the Lord Zuo Wang." Cai Yan's attitude was lukewarm and a little respectful in his words.

Cai Yan was captured in the Southern Xiongnu for nine years. Nine years have made the original green girl mature, and the shyness on her face disappears, and replaced by a kind of grace. There is still a bit of sorrow in her grace. It is this sorrow that makes Cai Yan look more connotation.

Xiulan Zhuerhan looked at Cai Yan's appearance, with a confused expression in his eyes, raised his hand and touched Cai Yan's cheek.

"Please respect yourself!" Cai Yan flashed over Xiulan Zhuerhan's big hand and said in a low voice.

"Ahem, it's because I'm rude." Xiulan Zhuerhan withdrew his right hand and coughed.

Although Cai Yan has been captured by him for nine years, the other party has not surrendered to him in the past nine years. No matter what means he used, it was soft or hard, she was indifferent at all. The incident of forcing her to die has happened not once or twice. Xiulan Zhuerhan also really likes Cai Yan, so he chose to wait after Cai Yan's third attempt to die, and did not force her too much.

"Yan'er, when I went to the Central Plains this time, I brought you a good thing. See what you want." Xiulan Zhu'erhan clapped his hands, and then a man walked in with a piano in his hand.

"Jiaoweiqin!" Cai Yan couldn't help but cover her mouth and whispered.

This Jiaoweiqin was made by Cai Yong, the father of Cai Yan. This zither accompanied Cai Yong for most of his life. After Cai Yong's death, the zither was originally in the hands of Cai Yan, but later in Luoyang, the zither was unknown. Now that he saw this zither again, how could Cai Yan not be excited?

"Haha, I know what Yan'er, what you like the most. During this trip, I asked about the whereabouts of this piano. Finally, I knew that this piano was in a small tribe of the Qiang people. I destroyed all the small part, and then I got this Jiaowei Qin." Xiulan Zhuerhan took the piano from the servant behind him and handed it to Cai Yan.

"Thank you, Lord Zuo!" Cai Yan took Jiao Weiqin and trembled slightly. She thought she would never see this piano again in her lifetime, but she never expected that the piano would also fall into the desert grassland.

"Haha, as long as Yan'er, you are happy." Xiulan Zhuerhan grabbed Cai Yan's hand and laughed when he was not paying attention.

"Lord Zuo Wang, how about I play the piano for you?" Cai Yan suddenly broke free from Xiulan Zhuerhan, and immediately diverted the other party's attention.

"Play the piano? Well, it's my blessing to let Yan'er play the piano for me." He knew the name of Cai Yan's talented woman, and it was precisely because of Cai Yan's reputation that Xiulan Zhuerhan was so patient with him.

Cai Yan sat down, put Jiaoweiqin on his legs, and gently stroked the strings. Then a piano piece filled the entire tent as Cai Yan's fingertips fluttered.

Xiulan Zhuerhan seemed to be immersed in the sound of the piano. She closed her eyes and sat beside Cai Yan. However, when she sat down, she felt that there seemed to be something foreign under her.

When I lifted the mattress, I saw that it was a half-carved doll.

"Yan'er, can't you forget this person?" Xiulan Zhuerhan couldn't help but feel angry when he looked at the doll's appearance, and he held the doll with a crack. He had waited for Cai Yan for nine years, but he had never touched a finger of Cai Yan in the past nine years. He felt that he could use time to move Cai Yan and let Cai Yan have only himself in his heart, but the doll in front of him was like a mountain, completely closing Cai Yan's heart. No matter how much effort he made, it was useless in Cai Yan's eyes, which made Xiulan Zhuerhan not angry.

Seeing Xiulan Zhuerhan holding the doll he had just carved, Cai Yan's piano sound came to an abrupt end, "He is my husband, how can I forget it? Please put down the doll."

"Okay, he is your husband, then what am I? Don't you know what I have to do with you in the past nine years?" Xiulan Zhuerhan's voice became louder, and he questioned Cai Yan like a lion roaring.

"Lord Zuo Wang is very nice to me, Yan'er naturally knows it, but Yan'er only has my husband in his heart." Cai Yan put Jiao Weiqin aside, stood up, and said with his eyes facing Xiulan Zhuerhan.

The only person in Cai Yan's heart is Zhou Tian. The person who broke into his heart when he was young has been captured by the Huns for nine years and has not changed, and will not change in the future!!

"Hmph, do you only have that person in your heart? Then I will definitely kill him." Xiulan Zhuerhan held the doll tightly, trying to crush him.

"Put it down!" Cai Yan took out a saber from under the bedding, crossed his body in front of him, and shouted at Xiulan Zhuerhan.

"Okay, okay, you dare to use a knife to me for a doll. Isn't it worthless in your heart for nine years?" Xiulan Zhuerhan said three words "good" in a row, staring at Cai Yan and said.

"Cai Yan deeply remembers the kindness of the Left King, but if Lord Zuo Wang forces me like this, Cai Yan will die." Cai Yan put the saber on his neck and cut a thin blood mark.

"Yan'er, you..." Zuo Wang sighed, "I can wait for you for nine years, and I can wait for you for the second nine years. I don't believe you will always remember that man."

Xiulan Zhuerhan threw the doll in his hand onto the mattress and then walked out of the tent.

Cai Yan collapsed on the bed, and the saber in his hand also slid to the ground. The girl beside him rushed forward to support her.

"Miss, are you okay?" Like Cai Yan, this little girl was also captured by Xiulan Zhuerhan from the Central Plains. She was originally a girl from a wealthy family, so Xiulan Zhuerhan arranged to take care of Cai Yan by Xiulan Zhuerhan.

"It's okay, take that doll for me." Cai Yan shook her head, just gasping for breath. No matter how strong she was on the surface, she was still the weak girl in her heart.

After taking the doll handed over by the little girl, Cai Yan wiped it carefully, then picked up the saber that landed on the ground and restored the part that had been damaged by Xiu Lan Zhuerhan.

"Yue'er, go guard the door, don't worry about me." Cai Yan said to the little girl who called Yue'er, then stood up and walked towards a corner of the tent.

There is a wooden box at this inconspicuous corner of the tent. This wooden box is not special, but it is Cai Yan's sustenance to survive in this desert grassland.

Cai Yan opened the wooden box, and inside it were dolls carved from tree roots.

There are about a hundred boxes.

All of these dolls were lying neatly in the wooden box. The first few faces were blurred, and it was only slightly obvious that this was a doll. Obviously, these dolls were carved by Cai Yan when he was captured by the Huns. There was still a trace of blood on it. It was left by Cai Yan's hand being cut by a saber when he was carving the doll.

Cai Yan, who had just been captured by the Huns, was afraid of crying all day long. The only thing that could accompany her were these vague figures. The daily carvings were both longing and the belief to live.

With these dolls accompanying you, the weak Cai Yan chose to live strongly, and carving dolls has become something that Cai Yan can comfort you for nine years.

As Cai Yan carved more dolls, the faces of these dolls gradually became clearer, with a smirk at the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows slightly. Zhou Tian's expressions of joy or sorrow were all reflected on the doll.

When Cai Yan saw these dolls, he was as if he had seen Zhou Tian himself.

She often stared at these people in a daze, and the scenes of herself being with Zhou Tian appeared in her mind.

She looked at the doll and laughed, and she laughed too.

She looked at the doll and was angry, and she pouted her little mouth.

She looked at the doll and was worried.

In countless long nights, she met Zhou Tian in her dream, and traveled with Zhou Tian again to Luoyang, and watched the sunset with Zhou Tian. However, when she woke up, all this turned into nothingness. She would sit up from the bed, open the box containing Zhou Tian dolls, and look at Zhou Tian dolls, stare at Zhou Tian dolls, stare at Zhou Tian dolls, laugh foolishly, and be sad until dawn...

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