Mo Yimiao's abdomen was bulging day by day.

Attila stood tall beside her after visiting her.

His skin was as dark as bronze in the ruddy light of the brazier, and the lines of old scars loomed over his broad chest.

The tribesmen did not cut their hair unless they were defeated and cut off as a sign of shame. Attila's long, inky black hair was loose and cascaded over her shoulders like a cascade, down her back and down her waist. This is a man who has never cut his hair.

Her brother Mo Yilei has died, and she misses her hometown more and more, and more than once mentions the East, the Seven Kingdoms, and the Iron Throne that the Moyi family has survived to this day.

Attila's mouth was hidden under his usual beard, and he pursed his lips in displeasure. "A man on a horse doesn't need an iron chair. ”

Mo Yimiao propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at him. He was so majestic and tall that she especially loved his hair. He never cut it, because he was never defeated.

Attila, as stated in the prophecy, will never be defeated and will die in the glory of victory. "Your steed will reach the end of the world. Mo Yimiao said.

"The end of the world is a desert," Attila replied immediately. He soaked the cloth in a basin of warm water to wipe the sweat and oil from his skin. "We can only go where Marco has trodden. ”

"As long as there are caravans and guides," Mo Yimiao told him as always, "they are like ships in the desert, able to ride the wind in the sea of sand." ”

Attila didn't want to hear it. "Let's stop talking about desert ships and iron chairs. He dropped the damp cloth and put on a painted vest and fastened a heavy belt of gold, silver and bronze medals, "My war horse will go hunting in the West." ”

"Okay, my eagle. Mo Yimiao said. If they return victoriously in the West, the husband will be elated, and perhaps he will listen to her.

He was not afraid of life and death, or anyone else in the world, but the ocean and the desert were different.

For the tribesmen, it was a bad omen for the horses to have no water to drink or no water, and the endless sea of sand was enough to collapse an army. She was well aware that Attila excelled in countless ways, but she was clinging to tribal traditions.

When Attila and his allies left the meeting, Mo Yimiao found the maid. She used to be uncomfortable with them, but now that she was more and more bloated and clumsy, she liked their strong arms and dexterous hands.

She was scrubbed clean and dressed in a loose gauze garment.

Outside the door, stood his only guardian, Mo Yidi, who was wearing horsehair leggings and a painted vest, no different from a tribesman, his thick chest and powerful arms covered with black body hair, except for the vicissitudes of time, almost the same as Mo Yimiao's feeling when he was a child.

"You have to speak to my husband," she said to him, "Attila is bent on going west, even if my child is born." ”

Moyidiruo seemed thoughtful. "Attila had never seen the Seven Kingdoms," he said. "The Seven Kingdoms are nothing to him. Even if he really wanted to, he probably thought that it was just a barbaric land built on barren land, and the rich West must be more attractive than that. ”

"But he must go east," Mo Yimiao became anxious, "think of a way, please help me let him know about the Seven Kingdoms." Actually, like Attila, she had never seen the Seven Kingdoms, but after listening to the stories told by her brother before, she felt that she was familiar with them.

Mo Yilei had promised hundreds of times, thousands of times, and one day he would take her to the Seven Kingdoms, but he was already dead, and all the promises naturally didn't count.

"The tribesmen have their own pace and reasons," replied Moyidi. "Princess, please be patient and don't repeat your brother's mistakes. We'll go home, I promise you. ”

The word home grieved her. Where is her home? Could it be that Eagle City will be her eternal home? When she looks at the shaman of Bell Mountain, are those people her future?

Mo Yidi sensed the sadness on her face. "Your Highness Princess, perhaps you should go out for a walk, a large caravan entered the city last night, a full five hundred horses, they are from a distant caravan, maybe they will bring information about the Seven Kingdoms. ”

Mo Yimiao stood up. "Okay," she said, "I'd love to go." ”

Whenever a caravan enters the city, the market comes alive. You never know what treasures the merchants brought back this time, and it's always nice to hear someone speak the seven Chinese languages. "It's a good idea, help me prepare a sedan chair. ”

If Attila is by her side, Mo Yimiao will go out on horseback. As long as the woman of the tribe is not on the eve of giving birth, it is not a problem to be pregnant and ride a horse, and she naturally does not want to admit that she is delicate in the eyes of her husband. However, since Attila was not by her side today, she could lie comfortably on the cushions, and the sedan chair was carried through the Eagle City, and the red silk curtain shielded her from the sun.

Mournitzer rode beside her, accompanied by four young warriors and maids.

The weather was sunny and cloudless, and the sky was clear and blue. The breeze blew and she smelled the rich fragrance of the grass and the earth.

The palanquin passed under the statue of a foreign deity, and she also left the daylight and entered the shadows, and then returned to the daylight. Along the way, Mo Yimiao gently swayed with the palanquin, examining the faces of the deceased heroes and forgotten kings.

It is not known whether the gods of the West, who were once revered and whose glory are now burned to the ground, will still answer her prayers.

And more than ten years later, the Seven Kingdoms have forgotten the Moyi family that has ruled there for thousands of years.

If I weren't of the true king's blood, she would have thought sincerely, this would be my home.

As a tribe, she had a strong man, a swift horse, a maid who served her, a warrior who protected her, and in old age, she became a shaman...... Even in her womb, the son who would one day rule the world was growing up, and to any woman, she should be satisfied.

And then for the only survivor of the Moyi family, the exile, this was not enough.

Now that Mo Yilei is dead, she is the unique heir of the true king, she is the same lineage as the king and the conqueror thousands of years ago, and the children in her body will inherit such a fate, there is no way out.

The eastern part of the city market covers a large area and is in the shape of a narrow and long strip. It is surrounded by mud-brick huts, livestock pens and lime-coated shops.

The ground is raised into a hillock, like a myriad of huge and unfriendly monsters lurking underground, the backbone of which is about to burst out, and the large black mouth that opens leads to the cool and wide storage room underground.

The vendors' stalls are arranged in a labyrinth along the undulating roads, covered by canopies made of long grass to keep out the sun.

When they arrived, hundreds of merchants were busy unloading their goods and setting up their stalls. Moyidi explained to her that the caravans had come from both the East and the West, not primarily to trade with the tribesmen, but with other merchants. The nomads let them come and go freely, as long as they follow the rules of the place, do not desecrate Mount Bell and Lake Caspian Sea, and traditionally give gifts such as salt, silver, and seeds to the old women of the tribe.

In fact, for the tribe, they prefer to plunder around on horseback and sword, and they don't know what business is all about.

Mo Yimiao loves the Chengdong Bazaar, where the things, sounds, and smells are exotic. She used to walk there all the time, eating the flavors from all over the place, listening to the high-pitched howls of the tricks, and looking at the snake-headed lion-tailed beasts from Sparta, the gigantic Persian gray elephants, and the black-and-white striped horses in cages.

The bazaar was filled with people from all over the world, warriors from Nasopotamia with silver rings on their noses and carnestone on their cheeks, and even the gloomy and frightening remnants of the shadows, with tattoos on their hands, feet, chests, and backs, and their faces covered with masks.

Coming to Mo Yimiao, this bazaar is a place of wonder and magic.

Qiqige helped her out of the sedan chair, and she took the opportunity to sniff it, and immediately recognized the spicy smell of garlic and pepper, which reminded her of the old days in the alleyways of the nameless town, and she couldn't help but smile happily.

On top of these smells, she smelled a dizzyingly sweet perfume. She saw the slaves carrying heavy Mill lace and dozens of colors of fine wool.

Caravan guards with bronze helmets and lined knee-length robes patrol the aisles.

An armor master stands behind a vendor, displaying a steel cuirass carved in gold and silver, and a helmet shaped like a rare animal.

Next door to his vendor, a beautiful young woman sells gold ornaments from Wanghai City, including rings, brooches, bracelets and finely carved jade that can be played with. Beside her stood a tall and burly slave, silent, sweat dripping from his forehead, expressionless, not the slightest interest in the flow of passengers.

On the other side of the aisle, a fat cloth merchant from Rome was arguing with a merchant from the Seven Kingdoms about the price of a certain blue dye, shaking his head and the brocade feathers on his hat swaying back and forth.

"When I was a kid, I loved to play in the bazaar. Mo Yimiao said to him as she walked through the shaded aisles between the stalls with Mo Yidi, "It's the most vibrant place, full of people, screaming and laughing, and there are so many new things...... Although we usually can't afford anything. ”

"Your Royal Highness Princess," Mo Yidi bent down to ask her, "let me retire for the time being, I will go to the commander of the caravan to see if there is any news of the Seven Kingdoms." ”

"Okay, Uncle Di, I can help with that as well. ”

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, take care, I'll go and come back quickly. After Mo Yidi finished speaking, he quietly disappeared.

Mo Yimiao continued to wander around the market, her maid following behind.

"Ah, look," she said to her in surprise, "it's the barbecue of the Seven Kingdoms," she said, pointing to a vendor, a rickety, little woman roasting meat and onions on a hot flint. "They add a lot of garlic and chili peppers. Pleasantly surprised by his discovery, Mo Yimiao insisted that others try it too.

Qiqige smiled and gulped, but the tribal warriors she brought with her sniffed the roasted meat suspiciously.

"It doesn't taste like what I remembered. Mo Yimiao took a few bites and commented.

"Mademoiselle, in the Nameless City I make pork," said the old woman, "but the pigs cannot cross the desert, so I have to substitute horse meat, but the sauce is exactly the same." ”

"Oh. Mo Yimiao felt a little disappointed, but one of the warriors thought it was good and decided to ask for more, and his character did not show weakness, he asked for it three times in a row, and hiccups loudly when he ate, and Mo Yimiao giggled.

"Ever since your brother got his iron horse in the grasslands outside Eagle City, I haven't seen you smile. "Master, it's a beautiful thing to see you smiling." ”

Mo Yimiao smiled happily. It was really nice to be able to laugh, and she felt as if she had become a little girl again.

They wandered for most of the morning, and she fell in love with a beautiful feather cloak, and then accepted a gift from the other, and she untied a silver ornament from her belt to give to the merchant, which was traded in Eagle City.

A bird keeper taught a red and green parrot to call her name, Mo Yimiao smiled again, but she still didn't take the bird, after all, what is the use of a red and green parrot in the tribe? She accepted a dozen jars of sesame oil, which belonged to her childhood memories. All she had to do was close her eyes, take a deep breath, and think of the days when she was still living on the borders of the Seven Kingdoms.

Turning around, they came to the vendor of a wine merchant, who was holding a delicate little wooden cup for passers-by.

"Sweet and mellow wine," he shouted with a half-baked local eye: "I have all kinds of fine wines from the Orient here, plum wine from Wanghai City, champion red from Jinwu City, a thousand cups of drunkenness, and a unique fruit wine from Guangming City. "He was small, slender and handsome.

When Mo Yimiao stopped in front of his stall, he bowed deeply, "Venerable madam, would you like to take a sip, I have a Thousand Days Red Wine limited to the Summer Islands of the Seven Kingdoms, which is made with honey plums, cherries and lychees, which is the most suitable for a noble person of your status." ”

Mo Yimiao smiled slightly, "I've drunk this kind of wine before, just have a small glass." She said in the languages of the Seven Nations. It's been useless for so long, and it feels weird to talk about it.

Because of her clothes, oiled hair, and tanned skin, the merchant must have thought of her as a tribesman, so when she spoke, his mouth opened wide in surprise. "Honorable Madam, you are...... Are you from the Seven Kingdoms?

"I may speak with a local accent, but I'm a steppe tribe now. Mo Yimiao told her.

Qi Qige stepped forward, "Boy, you are lucky today, you have the privilege of talking to the princess born of the Black Sandstorm after the horse tribe, the only one left in the Seven Kingdoms. ”

The wine merchant hurriedly knelt down. "Your Highness the Princess. He bowed his head and said.

"Get up," Mo Yimiao ordered him, "I'm still waiting for a thousand days of red." ”

The merchant jumped up, "You mean that the one just now? that can only be regarded as pig feed, not worthy of your noble status, I have a kind of dry red from Wanghai City as a tribute, it tastes sweet and refreshing, please let me give you a bucket with honor." ”

Attila was a natural drinker, and Mo Yimiao knew that the precious wine would definitely please him. "You're so polite. She whispered sweetly.

"It's my pleasure. "The merchant rummaged through the back of the stall for a long time and took out a small wooden barrel. The wood of the barrel was branded with the pattern of the Blue Sea Fierce Shark, "This is the emblem of the Murong family," he pointed and said, "The specialty of Wanghai City, there is nothing better in the world." ”

"I will drink this wine with my husband. Mr. Samurai, please help me get this back to my palanquin. A tribal warrior lifted the barrel, and the wine merchant's eyes lit up.

She didn't notice that Moyidi had returned, knowing that she heard a shout.

"Wait!" said Moyidi's voice was strange and gruff. "Put the barrel down. ”

The warrior looked at Mo Yimiao, who nodded hesitantly. "Uncle Di, what's wrong?"

"I'm thirsty, boss, open the wine. ”

The wine seller frowned, "This is wine for nobles, it's not something like you can drink casually, you can change it for something else." ”

Mo Yidi approached the booth. "If you don't open it, I'll knock it open with your head. "Moyidi's arms are strong, muscular, and his joints are covered with black hair, exuding a dangerous aura.

The wine merchant hesitated for a moment, then finally picked up the mallet and cracked the lid open.

"Pour the wine. Moyidi ordered. The four warriors brought by Mo Yimiao lined up behind him, their eyes wide open, looking strange.

"Such a good wine, if you don't let it breathe first, it's a terrible thing. "The wine merchant's hammer did not come down.

A warrior reached for the whip on his waist, and Mo Yimiao stopped him with his eyes, "You just do it." She said to the wine merchant.

People nearby stopped to watch.

The wine merchant glanced at Mo Yimiao quickly, his expression full of resentment.

"Follow the orders of Her Royal Highness the Princess. He put down the hammer, moved the barrel, and carefully poured two small glasses, not a single drop of which he spilled.

Mo Yidi raised his glass, frowned and sniffed.

"Isn't it fragrant?" said the wine merchant with a smile, "Brave samurai, can you smell the aroma of grapes? Sir, please try it first, and then tell me if this is the sweetest and richest wine you have ever drunk. ”

Moyidi handed him the glass. "You drink first. ”

"Me?" said the merchant with a smile, "my lord, I am not qualified to drink such a good wine, and this glass can be exchanged for the same amount of silver." Although his smile was amiable, Mo Yimiao saw layers of sweat on his forehead.

"If you are told to drink, you will drink. Mo Yimiao said in a cold tone, "Drink this cup dry, or my warrior will catch you, and this lord will pour the whole barrel down your throat." ”

The wine merchant shrugged his shoulders indifferently and reached for the glass, only to quickly raise the barrel with both hands and throw it at her. Mo Yidi hurriedly pushed her away, and the barrel hit his left chest, bouncing off and shattering.

Mo Yimiao's center of gravity was unstable and fell, "Oops!" She was still pregnant, screaming and trying to reach out to support the ground, but fortunately, Qi Qige grabbed her arm in time and pulled it hard, so she didn't fall and her abdomen was not hit.

The wine merchant rolled over and jumped over the stall, knocked out the two samurai and fled down the aisle.

Mo Yimiao heard the sound of the whip, only to see a samurai's leather whip like a poisonous snake breaking out of the air, wrapping around the wine merchant's ankle, the thin man fell face down to the ground, and another samurai stepped forward and stomped heavily on his back.

A dozen caravan guards hurried in, and so did the caravan leader, Moro. He was a man of short stature, with skin like old leather. He didn't ask a word, and seemed to understand what was happening. "Take this person away and wait for Shan Yu's fate. He pointed to the man on the ground and gave the order, and the two guards immediately set up the liquor seller.

"Your Royal Highness, I really don't know how to explain this happened, and my heart is panicking. Caravan Commander Moro said.

Mo Yimiao stood silently, poisonous wine slowly flowing from the cracked barrel to the grass. "How do you know?" she asked Moyidi, trembling. "How do you know?"

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I don't know, it's because he refuses to drink to be sure. I had read the letterhead of the city lord of Wu Liang earlier, and I was afraid that this would happen. His gray eyes looked warily around the strange crowd of onlookers in the market. "Let's go, this is not a place to talk. ”

When Mo Yimiao went back in a sedan chair, she couldn't help crying.

She had lived in fear of Mo Yilei for many years, afraid of arousing the wrath of the true king, and now the situation was even worse.

Now she is not only afraid of herself, but also about the fetus in her womb. He must have sensed her fear, and so he stirred uneasily within her.

Mo Yimiao stroked her bulging belly, hoping that she could reach out and touch him and soothe him. "Little baby, you are the descendant of the true king, and the true king will not be afraid. ”

After returning to the palace in Eagle City, Mo Yimiao ordered all his subordinates to retreat, except for Mo Yidi. "Tell me," she asked, leaning back on her cushion as she slowly lay down, "is it an order from the City of Light?"

"Yes," Moyidi pulled out a rolled-up piece of letterhead. "This is a letter from the Lord of Wuliang City, and the letter says that Guangming City has sent people, and the target is you and you and your children. ”

"No, he must not hurt my son. She secretly decided that she would never cry again, nor would she tremble with fear. The Assassins of the City of Light have awakened her True King's wrath, and they will pay, she said to herself.

Mo Yimiao took out the small black staff and hugged it tightly into his arms, and the round ball at the top of the black staff faintly shone brightly.

Mo Yimiao told Attila what had happened in the bazaar, and all his smiles froze, and the air smelled quiet.

"This poisoner is the first," Muridi said to Attila, "but definitely not the last. ”

Attila was silent for a while, and finally he said, "The one who sells poison, he will run forever until life stops." And the four samurai, you can go to my stables and pick any horses you want, and that's what you deserve. ”

Attila stood up, "As for my unborn son, I will give him a gift as well." I'm going to give him the iron chair that his mother's father used to make, and I'm going to give him the Seven Kingdoms. I, Attila, am going to do this. He raised his voice and raised his fist to the sky, shouting, "I will take my iron horse eastward to the end of the world, I will cross the desert of the West Sea, and do what my ancestors have never done in the past." I will kill the men in iron armor and tear down their stone walls, I will conquer their women, I will take their children as slaves, and I will bring their useless idols back to Eagle City, and I will apologize to Mount Bell. ”

Two days later, his army of iron horsemen left Eagle City and headed east through the grasslands.

Attila led the way on a red horse, and Mo Yimiao rode a small silver horse to follow him closely.

As for the liquor vendor, he ran naked and barefoot.

He had a long rope tied around his neck and wrists, and the other end of the rope was tied around the waist of Mo Yimiao's silver horse.

While she was riding, the liquor dealer could only run after her, barefoot and staggering.

This poor liquor dealer was not subjected to any abuse.

Unless, unless he can keep up all the time.