Go north from Jiange, walk straight across the Qinling Mountains, then pass through Qinfeng Road, walk through the long yellow sand of the Gobi Desert, enter the grassland, and walk to the near Eerdenizhao on the right bank of the upper reaches of the Erhun River about two thousand miles away. There is a vast forest. Here, the water and grass are abundant, and the plants are connected. Cattle and sheep grow freely on the meadows, and wild flowers bloom brilliantly in the forests.

The capital of Great Mongolia, Halahelin, is located on the bank of this aquatic plant. Since the beginning of the Khan of Ogedei, Helin has been the political center, building cities and houses, and has become the location of the golden tent.

Compared with the Lin City Wall and the Song State in the south, it is much lower, or it cannot be called a city wall. It is just a circle of low earth walls. It cannot be said to be magnificent, and it cannot be praised as majestic.

The city is four miles north and south, two miles east and west, and a small city is much worse than giants like Bianliang and Lin'an. The city is divided into two parts, one is the Huihui area where the Semu people live, and the market is inside; the other is the Han area, where all Han craftsmen live. The two sides basically do not interact with each other, and the Huihui area looks down on the lower-class people in the Han area, and the Han area will not go over and make things boring.

Two mosques, a Christian church and several Buddhist temples are located in the city, providing prayer places for the people of their respective beliefs. The private residences of officials and nobles are divided between them. The entire city, at its peak, included the surrounding tribes, had more than 100,000 people living here.

In the southwest part of the city, there is also a circle of palace walls surrounded by two residential areas, with a circumference of two miles. The palace walls are relatively standardized, at least stones are used instead of ramming with simple loess. Inside the palace walls is the Wan'an Palace where Dahan Guiyu lives.

In the 13th century AD, this was the focus of attention from the East and the West. The not-magnificent but absolutely prosperous Halahelin, whose power extends from Bianliang by the Yellow River to Vienna by the Rhine River. Under the blades of Mongolian soldiers running around, the breath of death and the conqueror's ** spread from here to all directions.

The missionaries of the Pope, the envoys of the Southern Song Dynasty, the camel horse team of the Persian caravan, the tribute recipients of the Goryeo Kingdom, and various people and styles of clothing gathered here, blended together, and merged with each other, forming the most glorious history of the Great Mongolian Kingdom.

Even the supreme Wan'an Palace is a hodgepodge of various architectural styles. From this house, you can see the shadow of Mongolian tents, find clues of Han culture, and even discover the continuation of Western Gothic style.

Guiyu lives in it.

He put the golden tent representing the rights of the Golden Family in the square in front of the main hall. Many times, he did not meet ministers and guests in the palace, but lay on the soft blanket in the tent and talked with them.

Just like now.

Guiyou comfortably leaned his fat body against the cushion, enjoying the gentle kneading of two beautiful maids on his thighs. While looking at the prince Kublai Khan standing in the tent, he lifted a grape on the table in front of him and threw it into his mouth flexibly.

"Sit." He gestured to Kublai Khan, shaking the fat meat on his face and said, "No need to be polite."

Kublai Khan thanked him and sat cross-legged on the side of the floor.

When meeting the prince, it should be more solemn, so Guiyou held his body up from the cushion. Because of his obesity, the process was a bit laborious, which made Kublai Khan frown deeply.

At this time, Kublai Khan was in his thirties and was very ambitious. Seeing his noble character from Dahan in just a few years, he turned from a handsome man on a horse's back to a fat man with a big belly, the disgust and dissatisfaction in his heart could not help but fill his heart.

How could the Great Khan of the Great Mongolian Kingdom be like this? A generation of prairie masters must be an eagle soaring in the sky; a wolf leads everyone to conquer a great country; a lion devours all enemies who dare to resist.

We should not lie comfortably in the tent like Kiyu.

No wonder they don’t accept it, there is a reason.

Kubi sneered secretly.

How could Guiyou know what Kublai Khan was thinking? He knew that although Kublai Khan didn't say much or speak, he still had a good way of fighting and marching. Although there was a struggle between the Torei clan and the Ogedei clan represented by Guiyou, there was an open and secret struggle involving inheritance rights, but Kublai Khan was still very grateful to Kublai Khan personally.

After all, the Golden Family is still a whole.

"Khan, I'm here this time to ask for instructions on the south." Kublai Khan bowed, sat down and gave a tribute, and said, "In recent months, the Song people have been in the south, and they have been very disturbed and occupied many places of our country. If they ignore it, they may have great problems in our future management of the Han area in the desert."

"Hmph! These southerners are really hateful!" Guiyu became angry, patted the mat beside him, and the flesh on his face shook: "As sooner or later, my Great Mongolian cavalry will go south and slaughter them!"

Kublai Khan ignored Guiyu's anger and continued, "Khan, what should we do?"

"Now, I can't pull myself away." Guiyu's face instantly eased, smashing his mouth, as if the grape still had a smell: "You know, this bastard Badu has always been disobeying the orders of Wang Ting. My army is still confronting him in the west, so there is no room for the rest of his life to take care of the south."

He simply smiled and snorted coldly: "Let the Song people jump around for a few days. When I free up my hands, I will order the southern expedition. By the way, you have asked Yelu Chu about this matter? He has always been in charge of the south."

"I asked, Lord Yelu was in poor health. I heard from the medical officer that he would return to the west in the past two days, and he would have a lot of effort to speak." Kublai Khan sighed inwardly: "He said that Mo Nan is the fundamental in the future and must be taken seriously."

"Hey, this Yelu Chucai is the problem. He only looks at things in front of him." Guiyu sneered and said disdainfully: "Don't believe what he said."

"Yes, he is in the Han area in the south of the desert and has done a good job. The ten roads he set up to collect taxes provided the royal court with a large amount of money and grain, but when it comes to the roots, it is the grassland and pasture that is our roots."

"We Mongolians have grazed for generations and survived by cattle and sheep. This is a gift given to us by immortality. Only noble Mongolian men are qualified to enjoy this endless grassland. How can such a pasture with abundant water and grass be found elsewhere?"

"So, although the land in the south is worth conquering, it still needs to be put aside compared to the current affairs of Badu."

"I have surrendered the Badu, and the entire grassland is standing in the golden tent again. This is the most important thing. Only then will we have enough strength to re-dial the horse journey. My brother, do you understand?"

Guiyu blinked his tiny eyes, looked at Kublai Khan, and said meaningfully.

Kublai looked at him, his eyes flashing with helpless light.

Finally, he sighed in his heart and said, "What the Khan said is that it should be. However, I have nothing to do with you recently, and Lord Yelu is dying again. Please send me to the south of the desert to be responsible for the army in the south, so as to avoid the Song people becoming more and more bold and causing trouble when they see that we are doing nothing."

"This is OK, I'm sure." Guiyu said with a big thorn and waved his hand: "You go, Mo Nan is yours."
Chapter completed!