Yuan Yi Jiangnan

In the distance, by the water town houses, there is an elderly Han woman with white hair, dressed in a blue skirt, who is looking at him with a beaming smile. Her youthful years have long passed, and time has blurred her features, yet she is remembered by the single dot of vermilion on her forehead

The Mongols controlled the lower reaches of the Han River, and there were dangers lurking on every battlefield. It was truly too perilous for the young Han girl to remain in place. Huaduoduo cried herself to sleep, and Bateer, reluctant to call out to the little girl Qiqige, pondered for a long time. Following the principle of seeing a task through to the end, he ultimately decided to send Huaduoduo to Hanyang. Hanyang is a large city that has not yet been occupied by the Mongol army, and it can be reached by relay stations leading to all directions of the Southern Song.

The girl named Qiqige and her companion Ren held mare's milk in their hands, singing songs as they worked on the ranch. Their newly made pink robes were embroidered with red butterflies, and the beads of sweat left by the bright sun glistened on their rosy cheeks. Their smiles were more radiant than the sunlight, and as they ran, their long, dark braids swayed behind them like vibrant mountain peonies

At this moment, a faint and barely audible sound of crying drifted in, soft and delicate, sending shivers down one's spine

The flower curiously asked: "How to hit?"

Bateer: "Murder is truly wrong"

As dawn broke, the general urged him repeatedly, and he could only hold back his tears, reluctantly setting off on the journey south with the army of the Great Khan. Qiqige rode her steed, like countless Mongolian maidens, chasing after him for mile after mile. There were no thousand words, no lingering farewells; she shouted into the wind: "Bateer! I will take care of your mother!"

Bateer said: "You are still young; you will understand better when you grow up a bit more"

Temur slapped Bater on the head and scolded, "You big fool! We are brothers, and at most, I won't let it out. If the general finds out, I won't take responsibility for you"

In the second year of the Yuan Chengzong era, Yuan Zhen (1296), Shi Nai'an was born in Shijia Alley, north of Huaixu Bridge, outside Changmen, Wu County, on Pingjiang Road (now Suzhou, Jiangsu Province). Due to poverty, he was unable to attend school and began self-study at the age of 7. After turning 13, he studied at a private school in Xushuguan. His birth name was Shi Yanduan, and he was exceptionally talented, authoring "Water Margin"

The oversized sheepskin cloak enveloped the little girl, nearly obscuring her from view, as her sobs came in intermittent bursts

After the great sweat, he happily performed a few somersaults on the grassland

What are you saying?! Bartel struggled to pry her mouth open, yet he dared not use too much force, anxiously exclaiming, "Let go quickly, it hurts terribly."

"It's nothing," Batel said with a bitter smile, offering comfort. "Just ahead is Hanyang. You can walk out by yourself in a moment, calling out and asking the city guards to open the gate for you, saying that you escaped from the Mongolian soldiers... They will see that you are so young, and with no ambush around, they will likely let you in."

Bateer reached up, intending to break off a handy branch to use as a weapon: "Brother is the first warrior of the Tatar tribe, and he can easily drive away this group of useless people in no time."

Batel dully scraped the sand on the ground: "I don't know."

Qiqige: "How big is growing up? Is it as big as my sister?"

Bateer smiled: "Qiqige is certainly beautiful and kind, like a little lamb on the grassland. If one day the Mongols and Han people no longer fight, I will take her to visit you, hoping it won't frighten your mother"

Te Mu Er had the worst ideas, poking at Ba Te Er, making faces, and giving a knowing glance

The flowers weakly said: "I have seen it, there are many in Taihu..."

Bartleby gestured with his long arms: "It is probably as far as the heavens are from the earth"

In the military tent, a stream of dreams is spoken.

No, no, Bartel flusteredly comforted, "The wolf is here to take the big brother away, the big brother is rather disobedient, not listening to mother, running around to cause trouble..."

Suzhou will not like the Mongolians, they will not welcome us

Under the violent repression and discriminatory policies of the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people harbored both hatred and fear towards the Mongols, avoiding them wherever they went and yielding to them with wary glances

The flower softly said: "Mother said that even if we starve to death, we must not take others' things. We should show compassion to the poor and weak, and we should give food to those who are hungry. Bad brother, if you are hungry in the future, come to my house. Duoduo and Mother will make steamed buns for you. The steamed buns we make are fragrant and white, and they are very delicious. Please do not fight with us, okay?"

Mother said to be kind to others and to be amicable

The little girl cried hoarsely, her tears having dried up. Upon seeing that the tall figure meant her no harm, she finally quieted down considerably. ... She hid in her sheepskin coat, filled with suspicion, and quietly raised her eyes to look, glancing again and again ...

The growth of youth is paved with blood and tears, as the days pass one after another

Hua Duoduo said: "My home is right by Taihu Lake, next to a stone arch bridge, where there are lions on the bridge. If you come, I will gift you the lotus flowers and lotus seeds of Taihu Lake! You must keep your word!"

Bat'er smiled wryly: "Suzhou will not like Mongolians; they will not welcome us."

Qiqige: "In the eternal sky, I only hope that one day the Mongolian people can live in harmony with the Han people"

Bateer: "That will take a very long time, won't it?"

Temur decisively shook his head and slapped him on the shoulder, saying, "It's none of your business!"

The sound of hooves rises, running both swiftly and steadily

Bateer nodded: "Hmm"

That beast even abducted a little girl

All men aged sixteen and above shall march with the great Khan into battle! Promotion and wealth await, along with cattle, sheep, and women

Bateer closed his eyes and shrank his head, not daring to evade

But everyone is killing.

Bateer: "It's probably about the same."

Every Mongolian youth has heard countless battle stories from their ancestors, who defeated the Jin dynasty, embarked on a long westward expedition, annihilated the Khwarezmian Empire, and conquered places such as Qarakhanid, Bukhara, and Samarkand, slaying the bearded barbarians and the red-haired monsters, experiencing unimaginable adventures. The stories also feature many heroes, who are invincible and capable of anything, drawing strong bows, shooting great eagles, driving away tigers and wolves, transforming every place their horse hooves touch into Mongolian land, and leading the impoverished Mongolians into a life of prosperity

At last, she dropped the knife and left, swaying unsteadily.

The girl attacked him with punches and kicks like a vengeful she-wolf, until her cries were muffled by the heavy darkness of the cave

How far is Jiangnan from the grasslands

It is said that Temür gained the favor of the Khan and became a personal guard. Alai was killed in battle. The Khan, having been influenced by many Confucian teachings, was much more benevolent than the founding emperor. He ordered General Bayan not to massacre the city, allowing Suzhou and Hangzhou to remain unharmed.

Temur is intelligent, Alai is astute, and Bater possesses divine strength; the three are highly valued by the Great Khan

"Be careful, great sweat! It is the mad horse!" The subordinates exclaimed, hurriedly drawing their bows and nocking arrows

The Jiangnan he dreams of should be a beautiful place like a dream, rather than a ruin ravaged by war.

What use does he dare to have

Thinking of the humiliation suffered by Qiqige, Bartel suddenly became enraged. Without a care, he walked over, grabbed his companion by the collar, pulled him back, and coldly offered a casual excuse: "The general is looking for you"

Qiqige: "Jiangnan is so far away, as distant as the edge of the sky. I also wish to see that Han girl named Qiqige, to see if she is as lovely as in your story. However, I do not dare to go, for I fear the countless resentments harbored in the hearts of the Han people..."

Is this what a hero is?

Qiqige exclaimed: "How wonderful it would be if I could also take a look at Jiangnan?"

Bateer shivered, crawled ashore, and prepared to leave

Bateer took off his robe, avoiding eye contact, and handed it to the disheveled girl. In the halting Mandarin he had learned from his mother, he instructed her: "Hide in the cave, I will cover for you, and escape after the army has left."

Good lad! Young hero, with a bright future, the great Khan exclaimed, "Who is your father? Who is your grandfather?"

Bateer led the horse and shook his head: "No, I am quite large, this little bit of blood won't kill me"

The flower, with a cry of "Wow," wept again: "Did Dodo not listen to Father and hide, and is she going to be taken away by the wolf?!"

In his childhood, Qiqige always opened his large eyes, which were as clear as a fawn's, and listened quietly to him sing, then asked: "What kind of flower is the lotus? How beautiful must Jiangnan be?"

In the thicket, the flowers exclaimed anxiously: "Bad Brother, what is wrong with you?!"

Bateer angrily said: "Your younger sister is also five years old this year, can you bear to abandon her in the wilderness to feed the wolves?"

Qiqige lifted her long black eyelashes, smiled as she glanced at the departing Bateer, said nothing, but shyly lowered her head.

Bateer squeezed out a gentle smile as best as he could, stumbling through his Mandarin: "What is your name?"

Bateer had to explain once again

The colleague on duty next door, Bu, noticed their unusual expressions and, out of curiosity, leaned over to tease them, asking, "Is something going on?"

Alaif: "Anyway, you just know your Qiqige! The younger sister of Runarin is so detestable! Laughing at my sharp features, saying I dream of getting rich! Hmph! Just wait until I crush that money-hungry woman with a pile of cattle and sheep in the future!"

Five

The flower gradually awakened from a state of drowsiness, hearing two Mongolian ruffians arguing softly in Mongolian. She was unsure if they intended to sell her to a cannibalistic monster, and her heart was filled with immense fear. She shrank into Bater's embrace like a frightened fawn, her frail body trembling like a bundle of straw. Yet, she also felt it was inappropriate to hide beside the villains, leaving her terrified and at a loss for what to do. Her large, expressive eyes, starkly black and white, filled with tears once more, as she stifled her cries, spinning around in fear, unwilling to let them fall.

Bat'er exclaimed with great excitement: "Hmm! If we conquer the Southern Song, Mother, you can return to Jiangnan! I will work hard to earn military merits, so that Mother can live a good life! You can live by the lotus pond, watching the lotus flowers every day, picking lotus seeds, and making that lotus seed soup you mentioned for me. Is the lotus seed soup really very sweet..."

"No Mongolian will go hungry." Bathed in the adoring gazes of the Tatar herdsmen, the Khan outlined a grand vision for a bright future for all. The midday sun was excessively intense, and the surrounding noise was rather loud, causing him to be somewhat distracted, so much so that he failed to notice the distant sound of galloping hooves approaching rapidly.

Suddenly, a small boat docked in front of him. On the boat stood a young girl in her prime, dressed in a green blouse, her hair styled in two buns, standing gracefully, with dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth when she smiled. She extended her fair and beautiful little hand, holding the most radiant red lotus flower along with its green seed pod, and presented it to the old Mongolian man, saying with a smile: "Grandma said to let you taste it; this year's lotus seeds are very sweet, remember to go to the bitter heart."

"Alaif, Ru Naren has come with Qiqige, you should prepare quickly and go speak with her in a little while"

Alaif was left speechless, unable to respond for a long while, and in a daze said: "It was Bater and Temur who pushed me out!"

On a dark moonlit night, a chilling breeze blows, and the strong scent of blood wafts through the air, as if ghosts are lurking about

Pah! Didn't you say you were giving up? Still thinking about your Runa Ren? Don't blush when you're in front of me. Temur laughed and retorted a few times, then wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I heard that the Khan is discussing with General Boyan, saying he wants him to kill fewer people. I don't know how long this war will last. I'm thinking about the fat sheep at home, which is much tastier than this damned steamed bun.

Bateer lowered his head: "Her father was killed by our people."

The girls laughed even louder: "Coward!"

Batel hurriedly replied: "Yes!"

Bateer: "You can go when you grow up"

Temur slowly raised his head, fixating intently on Bater, elongating his voice: "Brother..."

Six

Flower Flower: "Come, let us make a pinky promise, being stubborn is like a little dog"

Hmm," Bateer replied heavily

Duo Duo tilted her head and thought for a long time: "I will go to meet the bad brother, and I will treat you to lotus seeds. By the way, is your flower, Qiqige, beautiful? Is she more beautiful than me? I want to meet her."

Temur continued to mumble: "Donkey!"

He tightly held the remaining urn in his arms, covering his face with his only remaining left hand, and began to cry uncontrollably

The atmosphere of war incites fervor, leading individuals to lose themselves, blurring the lines between right and wrong, where cruelty is praised and kindness is ridiculed. Such a bizarre environment is sufficient to turn even the most timid Mongolian into a madman

Bateer is exceptionally tall and robust, with extraordinary arm strength; he was able to lift a calf at the age of 8. His character is simple and honest, earning him great respect among his people. However, there is one flaw: his mother is not Mongolian. She was originally a embroiderer from Suzhou, named Xie Hehua. In her childhood, she was implicated in her father's crimes and exiled to Dali. After the fall of Dali, she was captured and, after several twists and turns, became the wife of Zhuolige Tu, giving birth to Bateer. Zhuolige Tu was very fond of Xie Hehua from Jiangnan, but he did not know what a lotus flower looked like, so he referred to her as "my most beloved Qiqige" based on the Mongolian pronunciation of the word for flower. This is one of the most commonly used names for Mongolian girls.

If the Great Khan were to send troops to the Southern Song, they would undoubtedly pass through Jiangnan

Batel asked: "Where is Taihu Lake?"

The flower looked at his figure, made a slight comparison, and cried even more sorrowfully: "You are such a big fellow, while the wolf can only carry me."

Faced with the teasing of the girl, Alef's face had already burned like the coals in a brazier, and he almost rolled and fled in his escape. The two boys hidden in the grass pile dared not act as accomplices any longer and followed him in flight

After Batel instructed Huaduoduo not to cry out loud, he wrapped her small body in a heavy sheepskin coat, picked her up with one hand, and bravely marched into the military camp. When everyone saw him, drenched from head to toe, they were both surprised and delighted, unable to hold back their laughter: "The lucky kid, has crawled up from the river? Temur and Alai have heard that you went and cried a lot."

No matter how many times she sings, Bartel loves to listen

Batu: "I do not wish to fight either, but the Khan wants to engage in battle, and we can only obey."

From never having fought to being skilled in combat

The great sweat is calling for conscription! Let us fight against the Song sheep! Let us fight against the Song sheep!

Bateer, relying on his tall stature and great strength, seized Alai's arm and forcefully threw him out.

Great sweat and great laughter: "Wherever the hoofs of the Great Sweat Horse tread, be it in the south or the north of the Yangtze River, the entire Southern Song is the land of the Mongols! Child, quickly prepare your saddle, take your bow and arrows, bid farewell to your parents, and tomorrow you shall go to the military camp"

Bateer blushed at Kua's words, and suddenly recalled something, asking in a low voice: "Is the Southern Song referring to Jiangnan?"

Damn Mongolian dog

Bateer is very foolish; he does not understand why his mother, who cares for him, would have such a strong reaction. He only vaguely senses that his mother no longer loves him, and thus he fearfully knelt in front of the tent for an entire night, until the moon set and the sun rose, with the cold dew soaking his clothes, still not forgiven and without a farewell. Only Qiqige quietly brought him a piece of lamb pie.

Batel asked: "Will we go to Jiangnan?"

What can he do at this point?

Look at my grandson, so clever! Everyone says he is sure to be successful

Batel glanced back at her

She has always felt that this tall and imposing young man is particularly extraordinary

Bateer desperately pulled her down to the ground, asking as he pulled, "Do you have any place to turn to?"

At least this encounter changed the life of Huaduoduo, and it also changed the life of Bateer

Bateer patted his chest vigorously and said: "Amu need not worry, everyone says I am the number one warrior of the Tatar tribe! I will definitely not let Grandpa down..."

His patient and seemingly indifferent expression dispelled the girl's unease. Huaduoduo could not comprehend what such an arrow meant for the warrior; she simply could not bear to leave and tugged at his garment, asking: "Bad guy brother, aren't you coming with me?"

Bat'er smiled wryly: "The Southern Song does not welcome me"

Before his words could finish, a heavy slap struck his face

However, everyone is engaged in robbery

Bateer: "Good"

The beautiful flowers, stunning women, and picturesque scenery left the old Mongolian man in a daze

The mother in my impression is different from the fierce and bold Mongolian women; she is knowledgeable and reasonable, gentle and timid, and has never laid a finger on her children. However, today she seems like an enraged lioness, hysterically roaring in incomprehensible Mandarin. Not only does she strike Bater fiercely, but she also grabs a horsewhip and strikes him with the ferocity of a storm, hitting him mercilessly.

Tiemuer: "Donkey!"

Alef followed the path: "The women of the Han people are quite good, have you found any that you like?"

The mother turned her gaze back, looking at her son as if he were a stranger, and she asked again: "Are you... going to attack the Southern Song?"

As Na Ren laughed out loud first: "Which flower are you passing by to pick?"

The flower said: "Hello, bad brother, you are so foolish, but it doesn't matter, my father said I will understand when I grow up"

Temur's anger: "Betraying your brother! What a damn disgrace!"

He once sang this song to Qiqige.

Alaif severed the head of a young soldier from the Song army, covered in blood, and secretly vomited. After his good friend Bayin was killed by the Song army, his heart hardened even more. Temur remained indifferent, following military orders without question, daring to do anything. Raiding on the grasslands became rampant, and everyone was a skilled hunter. Even when the general ordered them to sack cities and seize women, they did so without hesitation, while Bater grew increasingly silent.

It turns out that all of Mother’s teachings were incorrect, and such an atmosphere left Bartel feeling fearful, at a loss, and bewildered

The brutal massacre made him understand his mother's sorrow

Batel said, "I really want to visit Suzhou"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the mother dropped the embroidery in her hands to the ground, staring at him as if in a daze, motionless. It was unclear how much time had passed when she looked towards the direction of the golden-topped tent, trembling lips asking: "Great Khan... are we going to attack the Southern Song?"

Bateer could only cry, unable to speak

On December 18, 1271, Kublai Khan changed the state name from "Great Mongol State" to "Yuan Dynasty," transitioning from the Emperor of the Great Mongol State to the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, marking the official emergence of the Yuan state, with Kublai Khan becoming the first emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. On February 4, 1276, the Yuan army invaded Lin'an, and Emperor Gong of Song presented the imperial jade seal and a surrender document, leading to the fall of the Southern Song and the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty as a national regime. On March 19, 1279, the last remaining resistance force of the Southern Song's maritime exiled regime was eliminated, resulting in the unification of the country under the Yuan Dynasty.

The great sweat is not a good thing! It is a villain!

Bater lost his right hand and could no longer fight. The Khan, recalling the favor he had received from Bater when he saved him under the mad horse, turned a blind eye to his transgressions and ordered that his merits and faults be balanced, allowing him to return home to tend sheep. Under the compassionate gazes of the Mongolian warriors, Bater let out a deep sigh and left the military camp in solitude. Upon returning home, Qiqige rode a horse to greet him, and from then on, the two quietly herded cattle on the grasslands, living a very ordinary life as Mongolians, simple and unadorned.

"Brother, I was so worried about you!" At that moment, Temur had just finished his shift. Seeing his brother unharmed, he felt a surge of joy and hurriedly strode over, arms wide open, and without further ado, he gave him a bear hug. As he embraced him, he felt something uncomfortable pressing against his waist. Lowering his head, he found the head of Huaduoduo peeking out from her sheepskin coat, trying to get some air. Their two pairs of pitch-black eyes met, like thunder igniting fire, akin to a turtle encountering a mung bean, stirring emotions within him that were hard to express. As he embraced him, he felt something uncomfortable pressing against his waist. Lowering his head, he found the head of Huaduoduo peeking out from her sheepskin coat, trying to get some air. Their two pairs of pitch-black eyes met, like thunder igniting fire, akin to a turtle encountering a mung bean, stirring emotions within him that were hard to express.

It was only then that the onlookers came to their senses from the shock, erupting into thunderous applause.

Fabric and grievance: "Can't we communicate properly?"

Caught off guard in a moment of crisis, Da Han drew his golden knife, ready to fight

Many years later, in the summer, an old one-armed Mongolian man arrived by the shores of Taihu Lake. He appeared to be around fifty or sixty years old, with a particularly tall stature, gray hair, and covered in dust from a long journey. His clothing was tattered, giving him a rather frightening appearance. In his hands, he held two urns. He opened one of the urns and scattered the ashes into Taihu Lake, murmuring incomprehensible Mongolian words, his voice gentle, yet he seemed quite deranged.

Before his words had finished, and while Bateer had not yet removed his weapon, the branch he was lying on could no longer bear the weight, crashing down with his scream.

After a brief contemplation, the great Khan nodded and said: "Laksin of the Tatar tribe? I have heard of his name; he is indeed the most formidable warrior under the command of the Great Ancestor. He achieved remarkable military exploits during the campaign against the Khwarezmid Empire. Looking at your stature, you truly are his worthy grandson. With warriors like you in Mongolia, how can the Southern Song not be defeated? Good! Good! Good!" He could not help but exclaim three times in praise, filled with admiration. Good! Good! Good!" He could not help but exclaim three times in praise, filled with admiration.

Goodbye, it is also a permanent farewell

The sudden command shattered the sky, blue as a gemstone, and pierced through the brilliant sunlight, golden as gold. The resounding call came from afar, growing closer, as hooves splashed grass and crushed the mountain peonies, trampling the silver lotus flowers. Accompanied by the bold shouts of the sons of the steppe, it rushed towards the yurt of the Tatar tribe, announcing the Khan's conscription order to all the herdsmen.

Batel, taken aback, said: "Ten... sixteen years old"

He clings to his solitude like a bat that is unaccepted by anyone

The flowers are crying: "But... but what will you do, bad brother? You're bleeding so much, will you die?"

Tiemuer: "The most stubborn of stubborn donkeys!"

"Dogs? Do not be afraid, watch the big brother beat them up," Bateer turned around, decisively picked up the little girl and jumped up the tree, placing her on a higher branch, while he himself clung to a lower branch, not daring to move, and earnestly educated her, "This is a wolf"

Alaif's face turned red, and he lowered his head, twisting the sheepskin robe without saying a word

Bateer looked at everyone in surprise: "This ... ... "

I have not achieved much in life, nor have I done anything remarkable; I have merely been passing my days on the grasslands. Qiqige gave birth to two chubby boys, and we were very busy raising the children. Once the children had all settled down, we finally found some free time, but Qiqige fell ill. Before she passed away, she kept saying that she wanted to come to Jiangnan no matter what. So, I mustered my courage, sold the cattle and sheep, and brought them to Jiangnan. Jiangnan is truly beautiful, really so beautiful, just as my mother said. It is wonderful that it has not been ravaged by war. I wonder if my mother and Qiqige can see this...

When he awoke again, it was already midnight. Surrounding him were numerous corpses and ruins, resembling a village that had been plundered. He glanced around the environment and recognized it as the place where the Mongolian army had arrived three days prior

Passing through an unknown small village, he encountered the tenacious resistance of the common people of the Southern Song Dynasty. Bartel, caught off guard, had his horse ambushed and injured, and fell into the river. He was a typical non-swimmer, destined to sink, and was swept far away by the current, unable to climb back up despite using all his limbs. In a daze, he clung to a piece of wood, unaware of where he was drifting.

The old Mongolian man blankly accepted the lotus flowers and seed pods, following the direction of her finger to look.

The pack of wolves, with their tails lowered, stood under the tree as if arranging troops, watching the two fresh prey with keen eyes.

Su and Hangzhou were not affected by the ravages of war, and I successfully returned to my hometown to find my mother. Later, I married into the Shi family, and my husband treated me very well. We had four sons and two daughters, all of whom are good children. My eldest son has already given me a grandson named Yan Duan. He is particularly intelligent and enjoys studying, and everyone praises him for his promising future... What about you?

As Na Ren glanced around, she clapped her hands and said, "I saw Bartel's tall figure earlier. When will you come over again to sing a love song for Qiqige?"

Bateer! The Eagle of the Prairie

A five-year-old girl, unable to lift her shoulders or carry anything, does not know where she should be sent

Qiqige, there are Han people in Taihu who wish to see you

Temur stood firmly in front of Bater, raising his head and speaking with seriousness: "Go ahead and say it!"

Bateer is somewhat nervous

Hua Duoduo said: "Of course it is beautiful, the lotus flowers bloom in summer as if they are on fire, and the water chestnuts and lotus seeds are quite delicious"

Bateer covered his face, looking at his mother in disbelief, somewhat dazed.

Bateer rubbed his burning backside, his face also feeling hot.

Duo Duo shrank closer to him, trembling as she said: "Dog... so many big dogs, Duo Duo is afraid of dogs"

Seven

The mother struck fiercely, crying and scolding as she said: "I told you to fight the Southern Song, I told you to be the first warrior! I will beat you to death, you beast!"

Tiemuer: "Stubborn donkey!"

Bateer’s eyes lit up as he immediately found a common topic: "In Mongolian, flowers are called 'Qiqige'. A good girl from my hometown is also named 'Qiqige', and my mother is also called 'Qiqige'. However, her Han name is 'Hehua'. I am not used to calling her by her Han name; can I call you 'Qiqige'? 'Qiqige', have you seen 'Hehua'? It is pink, large, and very beautiful!"

In the 13th year of the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan forces captured Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, and took prisoner the five-year-old Emperor Gong of Song, Empress Dowager Xie, as well as members of the Southern Song royal family and ministers, leading to the fall of the Southern Song and the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty as a national regime

Xie Hehua is very kind to everyone, often helping these mischievous children with sewing and mending. Every time she visits, she brings them delicious food.

Bad person brother, it is you who changed my life

Bateer: "Perhaps in about ten or so years..."

The old Mongolian man suddenly stood up and then slowly sat down

"Mother, I miss you so much." He covered his eyes with his thick hands and suddenly cried, his sobs caught in his throat, tears streaming down through his fingers, his tall figure shrinking in the shadows, crying like a child, "It is clearly wrong, why does everyone have to do this? I don't want to fight, I don't want to kill, Mother, I want to be a good person, Qiqige, I want to go home..."

Alaif thought for a long time: "Brother Batel, I am currently with the scout team. While not many people know you have returned, later you should hide the child in your clothes and secretly set off with the scout team. Then I will cover for you to leave the team, and we will drop the child off near Hanyang City. Whether or not to let you into the city will depend on the conscience of the Han people."

The flowers do not understand: "You send me home, my mother will welcome you"

"How long will it take? I really want to grow up by tomorrow," Hua Duoduo asked eagerly. "Big brother, will you bring Qiqige to Suzhou to play with me in the future?"

Virtue! Bu, in a fit of anger, withdrew, cursing as he walked away, "So you’ve been promoted, big deal. Just a mere squad leader, and you no longer even regard your brothers."

Batel: "No."

three

Jiangnan, the Jiangnan we have longed for, we have finally arrived!

Batel: "I hate killing"

The mother disdainfully shook off his hand and did not look at him again

Bat'er murmured: "A child as small as a fart, how can he survive if left by the roadside?"

As he waited and walked away, Temur stared fiercely at Bater, almost popping his eyes out.

"My father is Zhuolige Tu, and my grandfather is Laksin."

Thirteen

Xie Hehua is a wonderful wife and mother. She takes care of her husband and loves her children, whether tending to the sheep or sewing, she does everything to perfection. However, there is always a trace of sorrow between her brows that cannot be dispelled or concealed, much like a delicate flower that appears pitiful in the wind

Temur stomped his foot in anger and said: "Look at you, just you with a good heart? Are all of us Mongolians really that rotten to the core? This is all unavoidable, isn't it? Back in the day, when the Great Ancestor ordered the massacre, he wanted to kill all boys taller than a wheel. My grandfather, although just a lowly soldier, quietly lowered the height of many children during the measurement and saved them. Alai also secretly let go of several crying girls." Back in the day, when the Great Ancestor ordered the massacre, he wanted to kill all boys taller than a wheel. My grandfather, although just a lowly soldier, quietly lowered the height of many children during the measurement and saved them. Alai also secretly let go of several crying girls.

Bateer: "It needs to be a bit bigger."

Bateer slapped Huaduoduo on the head, sending her back, looking up at the sky, down at the ground, and at his friends, he rejected: "There is nothing."

Alaif wanted to struggle, but how could he contend with his divine power? He suddenly lost his balance and was pushed down, almost falling directly in front of Qiqige, startling her and nearly spilling the mare's milk in his hands. When the girls saw the newcomer, Qiqige lowered her head, while Ruanaren couldn't help but giggle, causing Alaif to blush deeply, making it even harder for him to speak. He stammered and racked his brain to come up with an excuse: "We... we brothers... were... just passing by... passing by to pick flowers." When the girls saw the newcomer, Qiqige lowered her head, while Ruanaren couldn't help but giggle, causing Alaif to blush deeply, making it even harder for him to speak. He stammered and racked his brain to come up with an excuse: "We... we brothers... were... just passing by... passing by to pick flowers."

Bateer: "Mother, Jiangnan, Mother, Qiqige, I was wrong ... ... "

The alpha wolf squatting under the tree let out a miserable howl, struck by a heavy object weighing two to three hundred pounds, causing it to foam at the mouth. Unaware of the situation, the pack of wolves was startled and scattered in disarray.

Bateer dodged their attempts to take his hand, striving to smile apologetically: "May the heavens grant me longevity, I am fortunate."

Alaif: "If Ru Naren looks down on me, I will make her regret it. Ru Naren, Ru Naren, damn Ru Naren..."

Two

He was originally just a coward who wouldn't even dare to kill, a crybaby

"Mother? Mother, what is wrong with you?" Bater jumped and dodged, his face contorted in pain yet too afraid to retaliate, shouting and asking, "Mother, stop! What has the child done wrong?!"

Ali Hayya brought two renowned Muslim engineers from Mesopotamia, Aladdin of Maoxili and Ismail of Hila, who breached the city of Xiangyang using siege weapons, and then proceeded downstream along the Yangtze River

One

Bateer and his brothers were rushing from a distance. Upon seeing this, he dashed out from the side, gripping the reins of the wild horse tightly with both hands. His arms bulged with veins, muscles rippling, and his legs stood firm as if rooted to the ground. With his innate strength, the wild horse let out a mournful cry, rearing up on its hind legs, leaping and struggling, kicking up clouds of dust, yet it was still unable to advance an inch. After several attempts to break free, it finally collapsed with a thunderous crash, exhausted and lifeless.

Batel asked: "Where is Suzhou?"

The big man cracked a loud whip and laughed, saying: "Silly child, Jiangnan is the Southern Song, and if it is not the Southern Song, then it is not Jiangnan"

Twelve

Batel: "Is he a hero who escapes?"

"Taihu is right at Taihu," the flowers droop their heads, "My father came to do business, but... but he was killed by the Mongolians! Bad people, bad people, bad people! The Mongolians are all bad people!" She picked up her small fists and began to hit Bateer, biting and gnawing without letting go, tears streaming down her face

There were Mongolian soldiers stationed ahead, and the girl was too young to fend for herself. It was truly difficult to manage, and he did not know where to send her. After hesitating for a moment, Bater could not think of a solution, so he steeled his heart and lifted his leg to leave

Later, Zhuolige Tu passed away, and Xie Hehua relied on her son for companionship

Goodbye, bad brother! I will miss you

Bateer rubbed his swollen hand and complained, "That little girl has quite a strong bite"

Batu hurriedly explained: "The Great Khan is very good to us herdsmen, but... I do not know why we must go to war."

That was a tall chestnut stallion that had gone mad for some unknown reason, frothing at the mouth, its eyes bloodshot, and it was galloping wildly towards us

There is always a way to get there. Bartel, lying beside the flock with a blade of grass in his mouth, secretly vowed that one day he would take his mother and Qiqige to Jiangnan, to the water town that everyone longs for, to see the beautiful lotus pond and hear the joyful songs among the lotus flowers

Bateer, enduring the excruciating pain from his wounds, finally patted her on the head, smiled, jumped onto his horse, and galloped away. Huaduoduo reluctantly watched his receding figure until it grew increasingly distant and ultimately vanished from sight, before turning around and running towards the Hanyang city gate, shouting. The Hanyang soldiers, seeing that she was just a young child and confirming that there were no cunning Mongols lurking behind her, cautiously opened the gate and pulled her back in.

Qiqige leaned against his left arm: "You are kind and brave, a hero"

Bateer is still arguing: "You used to be a man of feelings and righteousness, so why have you become inhumane in battle?"

The Mongolian youth and the Han girl, having somewhat forgotten their opposing positions, rode their horses as they chatted, with Hanyang suddenly coming into view.

"Ah, those women are too ugly, the captain doesn't take them seriously, that's why I dared to sneakily let it go." Alai felt awkward for a while, leaned over, and said with a cheeky grin, "Brother, it's our duty to help you, and we don't need you to repay us. Just go and tell Qiqige in front of Rena about my heroic deeds."

eleven

The Mongolian army did not understand him, mocking his Han ancestry, while the Han people despised him, cursing his Mongolian heritage

"What kind of pig and dog is this?" Bartel angrily clutched his collar and said, "You little wolf cub, you have been enjoying my mother's butter tea for so many years! This girl is also a Qiqige! I cannot ignore her!"

Hey! The big guy squatting over there, such a sturdy physique, he looks like a strong man who can eat and fight! Hurry up and ride your fine horse!

The sky is as blue as a sapphire, the sunlight shines as brightly as gold. Batel, panting, rushes from afar to deliver the news, while his good friends Temur and Alai are huddled together in the grass, laughing and giggling

Batel stationed at the horse, laid down the flowers in the small grove, reluctant to part

The soldiers defending Hanyang discovered the large figure hiding in the bushes and sounded the alarm for an enemy attack

The red clouds and blue skies over the lotus pond are as beautiful as a fairyland, with young girls on the boat like clouds, weaving through the lotus leaves, picking lotus flowers, stepping on lotus seeds, laughing and playing, singing gentle tunes of longing: "In Jiangnan, one can gather lotus, the lotus leaves are so lush, fish frolic among the lotus leaves, fish play to the east of the lotus leaves, fish play to the west of the lotus leaves, fish play to the south of the lotus leaves, fish play to the north of the lotus leaves"

The knife was half an inch away from the neck, yet it remained unable to strike down.

The flowers stared in astonishment: "I understand now, truly the first warrior..."

Is it as big as mom?

Bateer: "Yes, we will come to find you together"

Batel: "You have become much fiercer than before..."

The little girl timidly peeked her head out from behind the door, feeling that this big brother looked too frightening, and she did not dare to cry too loudly

Batel wiped the saliva from his waist, directly picked her up, threw her into the pit, and closed the door: "Live well"

Temur: "Sheep milk wine, roasted lamb leg, cheese dumplings, delicious, delicious ... ... "

It is a Mongolian!

Bater said: "The place my mother longs to return to must be extraordinarily beautiful"

Bateer wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, realizing that not all of his brothers had their consciences buried by the war

Batu said: "The Great Khan stated that we Mongols are too poor, and as long as we conquer the Southern Song, we will no longer have to go hungry"

The heroic deeds of my grandfather in my memory always seem so imposing, yet he never spoke of the taste of blood on his hands. Unlike the slaughter of sheep and cattle, it is sticky and carries a sense of guilt that cannot be washed away, no matter how hard one tries. The cries and pleas of the people forever echo in his ears. He will never forget the looted village he passed on the way to Xiangyang, where a mother cried, begging the Mongolian soldiers to spare her child, the girl who jumped into a well to end her life, and the children crying helplessly by the roadside. Every event in the war contradicted his mother's teachings, repeatedly pricking at his soft conscience, leaving him fearful and bewildered. He will never forget the looted village he passed on the way to Xiangyang, where a mother cried, begging the Mongolian soldiers to spare her child, the girl who jumped into a well to end her life, and the children crying helplessly by the roadside. Every event in the war contradicted his mother's teachings, repeatedly pricking at his soft conscience, leaving him fearful and bewildered.

"So cold." Bateer, bare-chested, let out several loud sneezes, desperately rubbing the goosebumps on his skin

"You are a Mongolian villain!" The little girl was so frightened that her soul seemed to leave her body, and she cried even more sorrowfully, "Father said that Mongolians are all murderers!"

Bateer stood firmly guard at the entrance of the cave, until the girl's sobs gradually subsided, crying herself to sleep, until deep into the night, when the Mongolian army set off and departed

The dialects in the Central Plains region vary from one another. The little girl listened several times before she finally understood and weakly replied: "Flower, flower."

The flowers decisively loosened their grip, and the almond-shaped eyes widened significantly, fixating intently on what was behind him

The flower gently clung to this very bad big brother, her frightened heart gradually calming down. She tugged at his sleeve and quietly asked, "Bad man brother, why do the Mongols want to attack our Great Song?"

Batel quietly opened his eyes, only to see that his mother was already in tears, her face pale, her lips trembling, and her eyes filled with a despair deeper than the night, devoid of life. The way she looked at her son was as if a dead person were gazing at another dead person

But he can never go back again

Bateer said softly: "Get me a horse, I will send her to Hanyang"

Batel gently stroked her head: "I'll take you home"

The little girl quickly withdrew her head like a turtle and continued to cry

Tiemuer : `` ... ... ''

Because the messenger from Qiqige brought a message, he regretfully informed him that since the southward campaign against the Song began, his mother had lost her appetite and her health had gradually deteriorated, ultimately not surviving the winter six months later. The messenger said that Qiqige had apologized many times, and he had lost weight, rambling on about many trivial matters. According to custom, she should have been given a wild burial, which means feeding the body to wolves and leaving the soul on the grassland. However, his mother was Han, and the customs of the Mongols and Han were different. She expressed her wish to return to her hometown after death, so Qiqige pleaded on her behalf to change the burial to cremation.

Blossoms: "Right by Taihu Lake, my mother is from Suzhou, and she can make very beautiful garments"

Temur thought of Xie Hehua, and in an instant, he was rendered speechless. Lowering his head, he saw the young child, and the heart he had worked so hard to harden quietly opened a crack. He took a deep breath, stamped his foot, and waved to Bater, saying, "Come with me." Bater, holding Huaduo, followed him to the tent, where they found Alai, who was tending to the livestock. Upon seeing Huaduo, he was somewhat surprised: "Have you lost your mind? Bringing back such a little girl to be a wife, who knows if she can even be raised!"

Baatar! The first warrior of the Tatar tribe!

Bateer is a filial child; he offers his mother the choicest meat from the lamb, brings the finest wolf pelts, and is obedient and compliant in every way. His greatest joy is to listen to his mother reminisce about her hometown on starry nights. His mother tells him that her hometown is in the south of the Yangtze River, a beautiful water town with bridges everywhere and boats at every household. Every summer, the water is adorned with vast expanses of lotus flowers, in shades of red, pink, and white, covering the rippling blue waves. She and her sisters would row on the water, dressed in green blouses, picking lotus flowers and collecting lotus seeds, singing songs and playing in the water: "In the south of the Yangtze River, one can gather lotus; the lotus leaves are so lush, fish frolic among the lotus leaves, fish frolic to the east of the lotus leaves, fish frolic to the west of the lotus leaves, fish frolic to the south of the lotus leaves, fish frolic to the north of the lotus leaves"

Under cover, Batel disguised as a startled horse and became separated from the group, making his way through secluded woods, heading straight for the outskirts of Han City with flowers in hand

Qiqige asked with concern: "What happened to your mother? Why did she hit you for no reason?"

The Mongolians cherish their horses as if they were their lives. The steed beneath the Khan is a black horse he recently reclaimed. He is unwilling to entrust its training to others and chooses to tame it himself. The black horse, still wild, is startled and provoked by the chestnut horse, beginning to struggle uncontrollably in an attempt to escape. The Khan fiercely pulls the reins, managing to gain control of the horse with great difficulty, only to see the frenzied horse break through the encirclement and charge towards him.

Friends have changed, becoming very unfamiliar

Is there?

After asking for the name, the great汗 inquired about the age

The flowers screamed once, opening their eyes, only to see an arrow embedded in Bartel's right arm, piercing through flesh and carving into bone, blood gushing out uncontrollably, quickly staining the sheepskin coat red, a sight that was shocking. After a brief moment of numbness, Bartel was in excruciating pain, his strong and powerful arm drooping helplessly, his expression twisted and fierce, he could only hold on and refrain from crying out in front of the little girl, for if he screamed, it would attract more arrows, potentially hitting the fragile body in his arms. After a brief moment of numbness, Bartel was in excruciating pain, his strong and powerful arm drooping helplessly, his expression twisted and fierce, he could only hold on and refrain from crying out in front of the little girl, for if he screamed, it would attract more arrows, potentially hitting the fragile body in his arms.

In the past, Temur would tremble when killing sheep, but now he resembles a heartless monster, while Alai, who blushes when speaking to young girls, collects Han beauties for the general. The clever and kind Darijachi has robbed countless treasures of gold and silver. They fervently plunder and reap the lives of the innocent, forgetting the teachings of the Eternal Sky, forgetting the deities, yet receiving the praise of their leaders

He is a low-ranking soldier in the Mongolian army. Even if he tells everyone that war is wrong and killing is wrong, it still has no impact. Bater strives to reason with his comrades, but what he receives in return is ridicule; everyone thinks he has a woman's heart. Nevertheless, he continues to persist painfully until he is ostracized

"Damn you, Han, do you still want to live?" Temur said angrily, poking him in the nose, "Deserting the army is a capital offense! You, you, you, you are really driving me crazy! This girl can't possibly be your illegitimate daughter, can she? If you feel sorry for her and can't bear to kill her, just leave her by the roadside. Life and death are up to fate; is that something we two little soldiers can manage?"

I'll go see my bad brother, Duoduo, please have some lotus seeds, by the way, are the flowers in your house very beautiful? Is she prettier than me? I want to meet her.

Arrows rain down, several sharp arrows pierce its body, but the crazed creature no longer feels pain, unaware of the impending death. Instead, it ignites a greater wildness, rampaging and raising its hooves high, emitting a piercing and desperate neigh.

The great sweat wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "What incredible strength!"

The flower gently rubbed the rabbit's eyes: "Where are we going, bad brother?"

Just as the Mongols were cruel to the Han Chinese, the Han Chinese also hated the Mongols. The soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty, filled with resentment, drew their bows and shot several sharp arrows, like shooting stars chasing the moon, directly towards the forest. They only saw the Mongol demons who killed the Han Chinese in front of them, the enemies who had to be killed.

Batier wiped the bloodstains on his left hand on his body twice, and lightly touched the slender fingertips of the girl with his thick little finger, then quickly separated.

As the girls approached, Alifu dared not speak up. Temuer pushed him and sneered, "Don't you always dream of Ruanaren? You forced us to come and talk to her, but now you're as timid as a castrated lamb in front of her, even though you're usually quite clever."

Batyr's tears fell uncontrollably once again.

All the praises were generously bestowed upon Bater's head, even the many brave warriors under his command couldn't help but be moved by him. It was Bater himself who was startled by the overwhelming praise. His face turned red, and he stood there dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth several times, unable to speak. His honest face and tall stature were like a big yak standing alone in a flock of sheep, looking a bit foolish. It was Bater himself who was startled by the overwhelming praise. His face turned red, and he stood there dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth several times, unable to speak. His honest face and tall stature were like a big yak standing alone in a flock of sheep, looking a bit foolish.

What is the meaning of saving only one person on a battlefield where countless people are killed?

Battelle, however, stood in a deserted corner, covering his face with his large palm, pondering carefully.

Battelle slapped the two men to the ground, then stuffed the flowers into his loose robe, mounted his horse, and followed the scout team.

The great sweat left contentedly, and Bartel nodded so vigorously that he nearly broke his neck

"Please, spare me." The girl hidden in the bamboo basket was discovered and dragged out by a Mongolian soldier, crying and pleading. Her enchanting eyes were clouded with tears, resembling the moonlight obscured by dark clouds. Her long black braid was covered in dust, and her pink garment was torn, revealing her snow-white chest. She truly resembled a Qiqige. What if a Qiqige were to suffer and cry? What if a Qiqige were to be insulted? What should he do?

Bateer: "Qiqige, I do not know if I will have the opportunity to go to Jiangnan in this lifetime"

eight

The Mongolian military is strict in its discipline, how could one easily escape?

Qiqige looked up with a small face, feeling frustrated: "So far away..."

The Southern Song soldier who hit Bartel saw it clearly and shouted loudly from the city wall: "I hit it! I hit the beast!"

nine

Battelle asked: "Is Suzhou beautiful?"

Battelle: "I just feel it's not good."

"Hua Duoduo: "I have never seen Mongolians in Suzhou. The appearance of the bad guy brother is quite scary."

"Every flower: 'Even if my father says so, when will I ever grow up?'"

Battar silently guarded in front of the house, watching the sky full of red lotus flames and listening to the piercing screams, feeling desolate in his heart.

Battelle quickly lowered his head again and said, "Qiqige won't blame me, will he?"

To go to Hanyang, you need a horse first. The horse is in the military camp.

Changsheng Heaven, the brilliance of Genghis Khan shines on the grasslands, and every child yearns to become a new hero under the great Khan's command in the stories.

Temur is so angry: "Why am I not a human being anymore? I'm not a human being, I should have thrown you to die long ago! Han people can't control anything! The general is watching, even if I'm pitiful, I can't think of myself as a pig or a dog! Otherwise, how dare I go to war? I would have been dealt with by the Khan's military law long ago."

Qiqige: "Hmm, a long, long time..."

Duoduo, have you been doing well all these years?

Termej Urgent: "We Mongolians are different from the Han Chinese...".

Batyr! A brave man from Mongolia!

He is probably a crazy old man.

Flower carefully looked at his figure, with a worried expression saying, "Yes, big brother's physique is so intimidating, it's a bit scary. My mother is a coward, what should we do? Why don't we let your Qiqi knock on the door first? She may not be afraid of seeing a beautiful girl..."

The flower nervously asked: "Are they the wolves that will take away disobedient children?"

Tiemuer was so furious that he felt like his liver was about to explode: "What does it matter to us whether she can live or not? We are not her father!"

Qiqige: "He is my favorite hero."

The flowers are still too young, only knowing who treats her well or not, not understanding the harm brought to her by the ethnic war between the Mongols and the Han people. But she will grow up slowly, knowing right from wrong. One day, she will hate the Mongols just like all the Han people do, for the trauma they brought to the Southern Song Dynasty. Bater also lacks the courage to step into the motherland that does not welcome him.

A Shu led the army to attack Xiangyang, where the defending general Lu Wenhuan resisted stubbornly. After a prolonged siege, they were unable to capture the city, and corpses lay scattered across the battlefield

Batyr: "Yes, the Han people will never forgive the Mongolians..."

Ten

"Beast!" She spat on him with great force, crying out in anguish, "I don't need your false kindness! Mother! Father! Little Tiger! Sister! Damn Mongolian, you scoundrel worse than a beast! Kill me! Kill me!"

At the moment when Bartle was preparing to escape, something happened in the room on the right. A flash caught his attention, and he saw a girl who appeared to be around five or six years old. She had waxen yellow hair, a small face covered in bloodstains, and a mole on her forehead. She was wearing tattered coarse clothes and was hiding in the corner, too frightened to come out. She wanted to seek help but didn't dare to. She cried helplessly, like an abandoned puppy.

The emperor personally came to recruit soldiers!

Four

Timu Er squinted and said: "Crying, damn it, it's disgusting to death for me"

What the hell can you do? Even if you save those Song sheep, they will only spit at you and throw stones. Our Mongolian army has deep-seated hatred towards them; your little hypocrisy cannot atone for the sins. Why think so much? We have wine, meat, and women now; it is enough to live happily in the moment. Temur, who has played with him since childhood, knows the foolish things he does. Although he does not agree, he still loyally keeps it a secret and does not report it. While gnawing on a sheep leg, he mutters, "Although I also think killing is wrong, everyone is killing. If you don't kill, the general will punish you, and you will be looked down upon. Since so many have already been killed, what difference does one more or one less make? You cannot change their fate."

Bat'er joyfully returned to tell his mother, believing that she would surely praise him as a dutiful son.

Bateer wept bitterly, feeling powerless

Bateer looked at the flock of sheep, recounting the story of the flowers, and asked, "Qiqige, am I really useless, like a coward?"

The story of the chance encounter between the Mongolian boy and the Han girl comes to an end here.

This beautiful nursery rhyme, my mother has sung many, many times. When she sings, there is a different kind of tenderness on her face.

Be careful! Batel heard the sound of arrows piercing through the air, quickly drew his knife to block the arrows, and pulled the flowers behind him, hiding them in the dense forest.

Battelle didn't quite understand and could only beg for mercy: "I am not an animal, I won't go! I won't go! But... but the Khan has summoned me, I... I cannot not go. Mother, please spare me, I won't dare to do it again."

Battar fearfully grabbed his mother and said, "Mom, don't you want me anymore..."

Hearing his words, the mother became even angrier. She pulled out a knife and swung it straight towards her son's head.

As he watched Temur mercilessly chop off one head after another, A Laifu happily carried the bloody treasures from the Han people's homes into the Khan's tent. Batel felt very uncomfortable...

The cold crow cries, the night is desolate. After the massacre, the village is guarded by tall Mongolian soldiers, carefully accompanying the Han girl, using their bodies to shield her from the cold wind. The scene is extremely strange, like a fierce tiger guarding a rose.

They are the beloved girls of all the young men on the grassland, the girls that they dream and long for.

After inheriting the throne, Kublai Khan governed wisely and was widely supported by the masses. He had ambitions greater than his ancestors and aimed to establish a larger and more magnificent empire. He was well aware that the foundation of this empire must begin with the conquest of the Southern Song Dynasty and the control of the Central Plains. For his dream, his future path is still long.

Mother said to be honest and brave, and not greedy

Goodbye.

The flowers tightly bit his hand back, murmuring: "Woo, woo, woo..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, Mongolians also have good... uh, it seems there aren't many good people left." Batel's explanation was feeble. He adopted a posture of soothing a lamb, patting her head as he said, "Brother doesn't kill, really doesn't kill. If you keep crying, uh, I can't do anything about it either." Batel sat beside the little girl with a furrowed brow, racking his brain to comfort her. "Shall I sing you a song? The eagle flies over the high mountains on the grassland—well, alright, I know I sing poorly, but please don't cry so loudly!" He adopted a posture of soothing a lamb again, patting her head and repeating, "Brother doesn't kill, really doesn't kill. If you keep crying, uh, I can't do anything about it either." Batel sat beside the little girl, looking troubled, trying hard to think of ways to comfort her. "Shall I sing you a song? The eagle flies over the high mountains on the grassland—well, alright, I know I sing poorly, but please don't cry so loudly! As long as you don't cry, I'll give you some buttered bread, it's very delicious. Put on a coat, it's very cold at night."

Batuer scratched his head, wanting to leave but unable to, and finally he mustered up the courage to go back. He found a timid girl trembling in the woodpile, with only her skirt showing, and asked, "Hey, little girl, where are your parents? They weren't killed by our army, were they?"

What's the big deal? Temur was so anxious that he couldn't speak coherently. "If the Khan wants to kill someone, can we not kill? If the Han people don't go to hell, we will go to hell. We are just following orders. It's unfortunate that this little girl's father died, but it's his own misfortune. Do you want people to know about your affair with the Han people? Do you want to die? We are brothers, and it's fine if you usually don't have a bright mind, but please don't make a mistake in this matter."

What the f*** do you want to do?! The pulled Mongolian soldier became furious, thinking that he was trying to steal their people. However, after considering the height and strength of the two, he did not dare to be his enemy. When the other party clenched his fist and waved it a few times, he became somewhat timid and finally left grumbling.

It's dirty and smelly, really disgusting.

In the fifth year of the Zhiyuan era, the Mongol Emperor Kublai Khan launched a large-scale military campaign to conquer the Southern Song Dynasty.

The old Mongolian man lowered his head, wore a cold expression, and did not make eye contact with others. He poured himself a drink and spoke to himself. According to Mongolian beliefs, he fed his mother's ashes to the fish in Taihu Lake, thus leaving his mother's soul in Taihu Lake, which made him feel very at ease