Chapter 876： Princess Bejahir is the happiest woman tonight

Princess Pecheneg arrived in Novgorod with the merchant group, and the king was about to marry her. The good news was spread out. Thousands of people were very curious to see how beautiful the woman was.

The atmosphere of joy continued to permeate, saying that the Slavic people did not think that the king married a steppe woman was a particularly great thing, and they seemed indifferent as a whole.

The Rus immigrants, including the old Rus, feel that the joys in this world are not too happy to be carried away.

After all, the Pechenegs are merchants from far-flung places. They may be powerful countries, but they have no power in the borders of Rus. This marriage is more like the contribution of female nobles from a distant country to buy the reward of King Ross. The marriage is for the convenience of business.

Then there was a strange feeling hidden in the happy atmosphere. After all, it was the new marriage chosen by King Rurik, and the people still had to cheer.

The matter reached the Queen's ears, and Svetlana was crushed by a stone. As a queen, she really didn't want her man to look for flowers and willows again, even if it was a political marriage.

She can accept the close solitude of her husband and sister Carlotta, because Carlotta has her own fief, is a trustworthy person, and will not involve the core of power.

What about the newly arrived Princess Pecheneg?

She had to be more vigilant.

On a peaceful and cold day, she took her son Osborn and played with his son's brothers. Regraff, Karl Ostara, Oleg and Osborn, the four boys are half-brothers, but none of them call Queen Svetlana their mother. Osborn was just muttering some phrases, barely able to stand up with the help of adults. And the biggest Regraf has learned to run, and his mouth is flabbergasted.

Novgorod is her natal family. No one thinks it is inappropriate to live in her natal family with a group of children.

Her father, Rigus, seemed to be an old guy who was hanging with one breath, and was happy to see his little daughter go crazy with a group of boys.

The boys were building snowmen in the courtyard, and Lanna sat and watched while holding Osborn wrapped like a zongzi.

Some maids were waiting for orders, and suddenly a maid rushed in, breaking the fun among the boys.

"Madam! The king is here!" The maid who broke in suddenly said half-kneeling.

Suddenly, a snowball hit the maid's head, and Regraf, who threw the snowball, pointed and laughed. Let's look at the other boys. Seeing that the big brother is so stubborn, he dances and laughs.

Lana gave a fierce look and drove the stubborn children away.

"I see," she said. "You step back first. Get the snow off your hair."

Rurik came here to have a good chat with the queen, find out her attitude, and persuade her if she felt unhappy. I also came here specially to see my sons. After all, I happened to have this opportunity. My existing four sons were temporarily handed over to the queen to take care of them.

When he arrived, the queen had already returned to her bedroom.

Still holding her own son Osborn, she directed the other three boys to stand in a row.

Rurik stood in the room like a giant. He looked down at Regraf, who was arrogant, and looked at Karl and Oleg, who were standing a little swaying.

"Stinky boys, how can you be a soldier after you stand unsteady? Stand at attention."

He gave an order, and saw Regraf smiling and trying to hold back his laughter, stretched like a steel bar. Seeing the big brother like this, Oleg and Carl took a beat and followed suit.

The antics of the sons, overjoyed by Rurik, stroking their heads one by one and holding them up high, urged them to play.

The older boy jumped and ran away, and Rurik finally sat down beside his wife.

He teased his prince Osborn, admiring his son's babbling laughter.

"Aojia looks more and more like you." Lanna said madly.

"Indeed. You...still as beautiful."

Rurik kissed the queen on the cheek and whispered again: "Everyone says I'm a bull, and I am. I'm still with you tonight, we have to create another one for Osborneslav. Little brother."

"I..." Lanna nodded, her face full of spring breeze, some words rushed into her throat, but she was not in a hurry when Rurik said this.

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This night, the queen was compensated, she was satisfied, and even Rurik couldn't help himself. She was the one who mentioned that incident first. She snuggled into the king's arms: "I saw Bejahir when they came. She's good, but that look can't deceive me. She's not a weak woman."

"I know. She has killed people. You also know that those prairie people live in an environment surrounded by strong enemies. A noblewoman must be a female warrior. Lanna, you are very good. You shot and killed enemies when you were twelve years old. Now, all the Varangians recognize you as a female warrior."

"Okay. So...how do you want to treat her? It's important."

"Naturally, it will be included in the king's harem, and you will also be her sister. But don't worry, I will arrange her to the borderland. Lanna, I know what you are worried about, and I will not force you to talk about it. Come out. No matter how well you say it, it's better to do it well, right?"

Rurik's hints have become close to making it clear that the easiest way for Lanna, as the queen, to stabilize her power is to rely on mothers and children. As long as she has more sons, her position will become more and more stable.

While the queen was appeased, in the next wedding, Queen Svetlana must attend in a noble and very special capacity.

The sole purpose of her participation is to declare to Bejahir that she is the real Queen of the Palace. Even when the wedding was in progress, all of Rurik's wives and concubines in Novgorod would be involved, and no one would be more beautifully dressed than Svetlana.

The wedding of the king and Princess Pecheneg will be a political show, and the Slavic queen of the palace will take this opportunity to once again strengthen her position. This move is seen as a very large Slavic population, because they are all conquered by the Vikings, and they need to comfort themselves with glorious things, which is conducive to the rule of King Rurik.

At the same time, Bejahir, who has few ideas, is being disciplined by his elder brother Kagan.

There are a lot of glass beads in her braid, and a lot of gems hanging from her body. She was dressed up so beautifully that even the two close-fitting maids from the grasslands were dressed in beautiful clothes by the honor of their masters.

Kagan had heard of the wedding ceremony of the Rus and other people in the far north, where the groom gave the bride a sharp sword and swore to their gods in both directions. The Pechenegs did not have a similar ceremony.

Pecheneg has his own particulars. The groom has to ride a horse to marry his wife. The wife is dressed in full clothes and leaves in the pain of her family. Crying marriage is a special ceremony. As the daughter of a nobleman, it is a simple ceremony. The groom will hold his wife in his arms and ride horses around the tribe's battalion commanders. The groom's family also sent a group of strong young men to **** them on horseback, just to avoid suddenly killing a fierce man to rob the marriage.

Tomorrow is the day of her big wedding, staying at her residence, Bejahir sat quietly, she was nervous and sleepless, and after a while, she was awakened by her elder brother Kagan.

Here, the eldest brother Kagan is like a father. When he thinks that he has become a Russian after his marriage, and has nothing to do with his grassland homeland in principle, a strong sadness floods into his heart.

Goodbye big brother, two lines of tears suddenly poured out.

"You...why are you crying? It's obviously a day when everyone is happy."

"But, after this year, I will be a Ross."

"Isn't that bad? That's your fate. Don't forget our promise."

Bejahir nodded vigorously, her happiness and sadness intertwined now, and she bravely faced her marriage.

She walked out of the house, a huge colorful hood covering her cheeks. In the end, she wore a patterned dress from her hometown and jewelry from her father Khan. She was personally supported by her eldest brother Kagan and escorted by as many as 200 Pecheneg cavalry dressed in full costumes, waiting for the bridegroom to come to greet her.

Before that, Kagan and Rurik had discussed the wedding, and the two sides had reached a consensus on the parade. As for the implementation of the Viking-style wedding ceremony in the evening, it was another matter.

The sound of hooves and the sound of bells drew nearer, and Rurik came on horseback in full costume.

As many as 500 Rus cavalry took this opportunity to gather, they were showing the king's nobility, showing the Rus military might to the Pecheneg people, and also giving Bejahir great dignity.

The golden light of the morning sun illuminates the pale earth, the climate is very cold, and the sun shines on the face with a drenching warmth. The horses were breathing a thick white mist, and all the riders wore huge velvet caps of different styles, and their breathing was also filled with a cloud of mist.

Seven or eight hundred cavalrymen gathered in a small area in the city at once, all of a sudden life was full of life and accompanied by the neighing of the horses.

The violent noise attracted the people of the city out of their homes. No matter what everyone thinks of Pecheneg's bride, who doesn't like the lively scene?

After all, this matter is a big event. The Boyar nobles from the various farms who came to the meeting by order took the opportunity to walk out of the official residence to observe the king's wedding.

Those young soldiers of the standing army, holding flagpoles and moving in advance, they act as pacesetters, and they arrange formations on both sides of the designed parade road. They wear the same flag and stand as uniform. At first glance, they are organized purely by manpower. Yongdao.

Men and women in the city are required to wear their most gorgeous clothes. If they have the ability, men must wear armor and show themselves in the image of warriors.

The old Rus immigrants living in Mstissk and Youth City, who had already received the news, were dispatched in full force. Many of them will make new achievements in this year's expedition, and now they are all here to support the king's wedding.

The support is actually secondary. Arik got a special explanation from his king's younger brother. In essence, he selected all the men over the age of 12 in Mstissk, or the young boys who were already tall (the first batch of mixed-race children). ), in principle, they are all fresh blood of the first flag team, and they entered Novgorod City as soldiers to form a lineup to show off their muscles to Pecheneg's future Khan Kagan. Naturally, the external name is to give glory to the Prairie Princess Beja Hill.

If Kagan couldn't understand these tricks of Rurik, he would not be worthy of being a khan. He knew very well that the Russ were about to launch an expedition, and he also wanted to know the true military strength of his friend in the extreme north.

Now, King Rurik himself arrives!

The horns began to sound, followed by the drums.

Rurik brought a band trained by Noren this time, and they played cheerful tunes to create a cheerful atmosphere.

Rurik quickly dismounted from his horse and walked into the gorgeous woman wearing a hijab with a watchful pace.

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides had begun to roar, the Ross cavalry and the accompanying infantry shouted wildly, beating their shields, and the Pecheneg soldiers raised their lances and swords and shouted loudly.

There was only one person in such a lively scene, and Bejasil, who was under the hood, had tears in her excited eyes, and she waited for her man to take off the hood.

Fate has come!

Rurik leaned over and lifted the gorgeous floral cloth attached to the girl's head, and Bejasil showed her small cheeks.

"Bejasil, follow me."

She nodded, tears of excitement pouring out uncontrollably.

Rurik leaned down and picked one up. As expected, this young and naturally short prairie noblewoman could easily pick her up.

The king took off his hat and instead wore his golden laurel wreath on a golden ponytail. In front of Rurik sat his new wife Bejahir, but according to the agreement, she would continue to cover her head until the end of the parade.

People all wanted to see the face of the princess of the grassland, but they disappointed the onlookers.

The people were not at a loss. They saw the king's nobility and honor, as well as the overwhelming cavalry in costume behind him. The Russ cavalry are dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes, with uniform bearskins decorated with glass beads and blue cloth belts, iron helmets decorated with down, and dyed geese feathers on the tops of the helmets. In contrast, the Pecheneg cavalry's equipment is a bit worse, and their clothing is judged by the Ross cavalry.

When the cavalry arrived, people cheered, and a considerable number of people whistled and beat their shields violently, making the most of the noise.

Through the gap in the hood, Bejasil could slightly see the outside scenery. She vaguely saw the dense crowd and the buildings behind them. The scenery of all this is completely different from what you see in the hometown of the steppe. Compared with the vastness of the tents on the steppe, Novgorod city is a bit cramped.

Unlike Novgorod, Novgorod is a city built on the basis of the old White Tree Manor. The internal lanes are narrow and complicated, but the roads built around the ring city wall are wide and hardened.

Rurik deliberately controlled the speed, and the cruise took a lot of time. At one time, more than 30,000 people poured into the city, and everyone came to join in the fun, and the king could not live up to the needs of the people.

He was very happy that so many people came all of a sudden, even if he gave Bejahir dignity, he must have deeply shocked Kagan, right?

Indeed, Kagan never thought that this not-so-unfamiliar Novgorod could flood into so many people. He didn't know how many people came, but he just looked around and saw people with huge velvet caps everywhere. They were so thickly dressed that at first glance they could not be seen as male or female. There are also a large number of children among the crowd, which is unimaginable in the grasslands.

He could see a lot of people dressed as soldiers, each with its spearheads facing the blue sky, it really seemed that there were soldiers on both sides of the road.

"Rurik, is this part of your strength? I really can't imagine..."

Kagan didn't dare to think about it anymore. He was very fortunate that he had a **** friendship with King Ross. It was really wonderful to be a real ally here.

The highlight of Pecheneg's wedding is this horse-riding parade. According to their etiquette, after a big meal at night, the groom can enter the big tent with his mother in his arms. And according to the rules, the groom's mother will check the bride's body the next day to ensure that the new couple has really had sex.

Some of the etiquettes of the old Rus are similar to those of the Pechenegs. Pursuing more children is a simple appeal. The Rus is special, which greatly emphasizes the drama of the newlyweds and swearing to the gods.

The Pechene wedding has come to an end, and things are far from over. The Viking wedding officially begins in the evening!

Bejasil took off her prairie dress, and she officially met Svetlana, the real queen of the Rus Kingdom, and the king's many wives and concubines.

There is a strict hierarchy in the harem here, but the relationship between the queen and the concubines is quite harmonious, that is, the ten lowest concubines, which can only be used as a footnote now.

Svetlana's gorgeous makeup is better than everyone else. She is much taller than Bejahir. She greets her in the Turkic Pecheneg dialect she learned by surprise, and she holds a rough horn cup inherited from the ancestors of old Rus. , and presented ale mixed with honey to Bejahir.

This is the rule of the Varyags, drinking this glass of wine can be accepted as sisters by the other wives and concubines of the king.

Bejasil took it with both hands and drank it all in front of them.

She obeyed the discipline of her eldest brother Kagan, and this time she behaved very respectfully for the queen, as well as for the other concubines. She returned the empty horn cup, and stumblingly said a respectful greeting in Norse.

"Very good. Sister, she said the same thing as you." Lanna said, looking into Carlota's eyes beside her.

"Bjahir will be a smart sister, and when it's over, I'll take her to the south."

Carlotta took the opportunity to re-emphasize that Rurik's eighteenth new wife was destined to leave the center of power.

The real highlight of the wedding was at the back, where Rurik was preparing for the traditional Viking etiquette.

The high priest Rumia is in excess, and the deputy priest Rumia has been sent to the Uppsala Temple. The person who now holds the status of the third priest is actually Queen Svetlana!

Although it is very magical, the queen has completely become the master of ceremonies for this wedding.

Bejahir changed into the plain Viking robes, and put on a crown of pine branches adorned with a lot of agate, lapis lazuli, and glass beads.

She felt that her body was so cold that she was shivering. Seeing that her man, Rurik, was dressed simply and capable, she had to endure it.

For the first time, she felt the extreme cold in the extreme north and was surprised at the toughness and roughness of the people here. Even more surprised that the priest at the wedding was actually the queen!

In the end, Rurik's gem-encrusted dagger was ceremonially held in Bejahir's hand, the sharp blade pointed straight into the night sky.

Rurik held her arm while she repeated the Norse oath spoken by Lanna. The meaning of the oath is very simple, the so-called pick up this sword, will give birth to a brave warrior for your husband. As for the blade to the sky, I just want the Norse gods, especially Odin, to swear that I will be a very good woman.

A grand feast begins with the conclusion of the Viking wedding ceremony.

Rurik prepared a sumptuous feast, which was ceremonially inferior to that of marrying the queen that year.

He can control his alcohol intake, and on the occasion of the night god, he carried his bride into the bridal chamber.

Everything is fate, Bejasil feels like a tame pony, and she is also as strong as King Ross, and this night she finally became a woman.

But for her, it was just the beginning.

"You actually killed the enemy." After the joy, Rurik suddenly said in Turkic.

Bejasil, who was still excited, was startled and wanted to sit up.

"Lie down. Bejasil, you are a female warrior, your brother told me."

"Yes...but..."

"I know you are not a weak woman. You want me to look up to you, and I... do need you."

Like an arrow shooting into his heart, Bejasil nodded in the dim light of the oil lamp. She was very surprised that her man could understand what she said, everything must be fate, and it was a wonderful thing to be recognized as a female warrior by her husband.

"Am I going to be a Valkyrie?" she asked.

"what?"

"A female warrior."

"Of course. I just want you to be a female warrior. You were highly recommended by Carlotta, and you will be special too."

Rurik was hugged tightly by the new wife. Tonight, Bejahir, the princess of the Pecheneg Khanate, felt that she was the happiest woman.

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