binnovel Chapter 397 Fire, Trees and Silver Flowers
Chapter 397 Fire, Trees and Silver Flowers
Chapter 397 Fireworks
In the main hall, Song Chunlin kept talking to Altan about the various advantages of his school, and he praised a school that didn't even have its own campus to the skies. Altan was stunned by what he said, and in the end he actually felt a little yearning for it.
Seeing that things were going completely off track, the Turkic prince quickly called a halt.
"Don't say anything more. My brother came to Dajing to marry a foreign prince. Why are you bringing up school?"
Song Chunlin retorted: "Does marriage mean friendship between the two countries? Shouldn't we discard this kind of dross and replace it with something more civilized and respectable? For example, cultural exchanges between the two sides."
The Turkic prince's Chinese level was not enough to understand the modern words Song Chunlin said, but he understood one thing, that is, Altan could stay, but not to get married, but to go to school.
The Turkic prince didn’t understand. What’s the difference between this and staying as a hostage?
At first, Altan thought that he was going to be left behind as a hostage, but Song Chunlin's words did not seem to indicate such a thing, so he felt uneasy.
Instead, Chahar, who had been silent the whole time, miraculously understood what Song Chunlin wanted to express, but what he thought most in his mind was:
Since they can do it, then can we Tatars do it too?
The emperor looked at Chahar in some confusion. What the young Khan had just said was what he understood. Why did he not understand the direction of this matter?
"Chahar, you said you also want to send a younger brother over to study in our school?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Madam Sima said that their school has many subjects, and there are many that I am very interested in. If I could leave the country for too long, I would also like to stay and learn the skills of animal husbandry from the teachers here."
People on the grassland make a living by grazing, so it is understandable that Chahar has such an idea, but others may not agree. Because in their eyes, people in the Central Plains don't graze at all, so how could their knowledge and experience about grazing be richer than theirs?
Seeing that a fish had been hooked, Song Chunlin immediately signaled to the emperor that the show could begin.
At this time, it was already dark outside. Led by the eunuch, everyone moved outside. Just when they were wondering what these Han people wanted to do, many guards lit up the fireworks not far away. These fireworks were only two meters high. The golden fireworks were like golden trees, shining brightly in the empty square.
The fireworks lasted about five minutes, and just when everyone thought it was over, there was a sudden explosion in the sky, and the dazzling light illuminated half of the night sky. Such beautiful and shocking huge flowers not only shocked the barbarians from the grassland, but even the native Dajing people opened their mouths wide.
Then someone got a mouthful of ashes.
"Ah, bah, bah~"
"Don't spit, there seems to be more behind it."
One after another, with the sound of explosions, fireworks bloomed in the sky, colorful, a feast for the eyes for everyone present.
"It's so beautiful."
"How was this thing made? It makes such a big noise."
Chahar frowned when he heard this, and stared at the fireworks with burning eyes. The moment the fireworks exploded, there would be a huge explosion. Because it was in mid-air, the explosion would not affect anything. But if it was placed on the ground...
He thought of the rumors he had heard before. In Linyuan City, there lived a monster that threw black balls everywhere. The balls would explode directly when they came into contact with fire. The power of the explosion was so great that anyone standing within three feet of it would be affected. If someone was unfortunately hit by the ball, there would be almost no chance of survival.
Now think about it, the fireworks in the sky wouldn’t use the same things as those balls, right?
It would be great if such a powerful thing could be used by the Tatars.
Chahar was thinking about this for a hundred times. The fireworks over there were finally over. Everyone returned to the palace reluctantly and continued singing and dancing. Even the matter of Altan's marriage was suppressed.
When they returned to the courtyard where they were staying temporarily at night, the two Turkic princes immediately ordered people to close the gate. When Altan heard the sound of the gate being closed, he shuddered, as if he had foreseen what would happen next.
The second prince who spoke first in the hall kicked Altan in the stomach. The 15-year-old boy had a slender figure and was kicked far away by the second prince. The second prince wanted to kick him a few more times but was stopped by the fourth prince beside him.
"That's enough. If he kills us, it will be troublesome for us."
The second prince snorted: "I'll let you go this time, but if it happens again, you don't have to go back to the grassland."
Altan didn't say anything. Only after the two princes left did his maid and guards dare to step forward and help him up.
The maid undressed him with shaking hands, only to see an unsightly bruise on his originally snow-white abdomen, which showed how hard the kick had been.
"Sir, you are also a prince, how could they..."
Altan gasped in pain, but he still reminded the maid not to talk nonsense.
"This place is different from home. The more you say, the more you will do. The less you say, the fewer mistakes you will make. Besides, there are differences between princes."
The maid's eyes were filled with tears, but she really didn't say anything. The guards had already brought the medicated oil and placed it outside. She went out to get the medicated oil and rubbed it on Altan, crying as she did so.
The maid's grip was very strong, and Altan had to bite his lips hard to prevent himself from crying out in pain. Seeing this, the maid's tears flowed even more violently.
"Sir, you too, know that they won't let you go easily, why do you still say such things?"
Altan smiled calmly: "Because I also want to live for myself."
The maid remained silent upon hearing this and just silently rubbed the bruises on his abdomen.
The kick by the Second Prince was too hard, right in the lower abdomen. In their current situation, they were unable to find a doctor for Altan. The maid turned pale as she thought about what was going on.
"Sir, do you have any other feelings in your stomach?"
Altan looked at her in confusion, then looked at his own belly, which was covered in a large black area. He immediately understood what she meant. Thinking of the cruelty of his two brothers, Altan laughed at himself.
"They probably hope that I can't have children."
Altan believed that even if he had not been kicked, he would have been forced to drink a bowl of sterilization medicine before getting married to prevent future troubles. Because his two high-ranking royal brothers regarded children born to Han people as a shame, so even though they knew that his lower abdomen could not be moved, they still kicked him in the stomach without hesitation. If this kick could make him infertile, it would save them a lot of effort.