The dinner was arranged on a dark and windy night.

"Perfect, quite regal. "The city lord Wu Liang trotted into the door, although he was bloated and fat, it was hard to imagine that he ran lightly and elegantly.

As his footsteps approached, his fat flesh rolled up and down in the satin clothes like flowing water, and he came to the front to look Mo Yimiao up and down, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, even the fairy of Yaochi should be nothing more than that." Wu Liang crossed his hands in sincere admiration, Mo Yimiao noticed that there were gems shining on each of his stubby ten fingers, I don't know if there are any on the toes?

"Will Attila be satisfied?" asked his brother Mo Yilei cautiously, his words revealing uneasiness, as if he was going to marry.

"Look at her high nose, deep eye sockets and mesmerizing violet eyes, not to mention that she is both the princess of the old king and the sister of your highness, nothing can not attract Attila, she looks like, like ......"

"Like what?" asked my brother impatiently.

"Her Royal Highness looks like a Roman, or an Armenian, and if she has bright silver or blonde hair, I have seen slaves taken from there, and it is exactly the same. ”

"Rome, Armenia?" the elder brother couldn't understand what Wu Liang was saying.

"Oh, it's all strange names, Attila Shan Yu is burning the flames of war to Rome, he dreams of marrying a golden-eyed Roman princess, but it seems that those Westerners don't buy it, by the way, does Ling Mei have Roman blood?"

"This, this, there may be," Mo Yilei mobilized all his wisdom and followed Wu Liang's words: "Our Mo Yi family is from the distant dark Western world, although at the moment, we are not sure where it is. ”

"That's even more of a problem, Attila will definitely fall in love with Ling Mei, maybe I'll give you more troops. The small eyes on Wu Liangfei's face smiled like two crescents.

The elder brother nodded lightly and remained silent.

Seeing that everything was ready, Wu Liang turned around and high-fived, signaling the sedan chair man to leave.

Mo Yimiao breathed a sigh of relief, it was not an easy task to let the two men "watch" like this.

After they sat in the magnificently carved sedan chair of the city lord of Wuliang, the eighteen strong men slowly got up.

The wide sedan chair can lie down for two people side by side, the city lord of Wu Liang sits opposite, and the elder brother reclines next to Mo Yimiao.

Uncle Mo Yidi rode a horse and followed outside the sedan chair.

"I don't need too many iron riders alone, maybe twenty thousand is enough. As he spoke, his brother fiddled with a gem on the delicate sword given by the city lord of Wu Liang, Mo Yimiao knew that his brother had not seriously learned swordsmanship from Uncle Di, and the sword was not suitable for killing the enemy in actual combat, but his brother couldn't put it down.

"As long as there are 20,000 iron horsemen, I will raise the black royal banner in the Seven Kingdoms, and there will definitely be old vassal clans who have sworn allegiance to the Dark City, not to mention the common people, who will let out a righteous roar and fight for the blood of their true king. ”

"They were originally your people, and they looked forward to you like the sun and the moon," Wu Liang City Lord said with a pleasant face: "My subordinates have long heard that in the farmhouses and cottages of the Seven Kingdoms, the men are sharpening their swords, and the women are secretly sewing black flags, and they can't wait for Your Highness to return as the king." ”

Mo Yimiao hadn't heard of these news, and Uncle Di hadn't talked about it, and she didn't believe these sweet words of City Lord Wu Liang at all.

But apparently, the elder brother was convinced. "I'm going to personally slash the "King Slayer". He made a promise.

Mo Yimiao had never seen his brother kill anyone, and he was still afraid of blood.

The temporary palace of Alathi is located in a vacant lot not far from the city, and it is a huge dome that hundreds of people spent dozens of days to build. A nine-story tower was erected next to it, and it was even surrounded by a low brick wall.

The lord of Wu Liang told them that this temporary palace was a gift from him to the nomads, and he repeatedly said that it did not cost much. City Lord Wu Liang said: "Actually, we are not afraid of these barbarians at all, but since their friendship is so cheap and so easy to spend, why don't we do it." ”

The sedan chair was rudely stopped by two guards, and a eunuch-looking man lifted the sedan curtain and stretched out a head, he coldly glanced at the passengers in the sedan chair, and the city lord of Wu Liang negotiated with him in a harsh nomadic language, and his head retracted.

"There are many dignitaries present at today's dinner, especially you, Your Royal Highness, Alathi will definitely try to protect the guests, you know, the City of Light has offered a large reward for your head. Wu Liang's mouth was as sweet as honey.

"Of course," said the elder brother, sitting upright, "as long as the true king remains, they will not be able to sleep well." ”

The sedan chair slowed down and finally stopped falling to the ground. The curtain was lifted again, and a female slave reached out to help Mo Yimiao get off the sedan chair, but her brother Mo Yilei was ignored, and the fat and bloated city lord Wu Liang finally got off the sedan chair with the help of his subordinates.

Uncle Dee was stopped outside the vault.

Mo Yimiao still looked back at Mo Yidi standing in the shadows, she was a little panicked.

Inside the dome, the air is filled with the smell of barbecue, peppers, cheese and other mixtures.

Guests shuttled back and forth in the vault, and slaves poured wine and served food to and fro, many of them nomadic warriors, all of them tall and bronze-skinned, with long hair hanging down and interlocking with metal silver rings, long black hair loose and shiny, tied into small braids, and wrapped in animal skins around them. Gold bells and silverware hang from the waist.

The guests come from unknown regions, but they are all extraordinary, nomadic generals, swarthy chieftains, slave traders, lords of nowhere, knights, and people with long hair, yellow hair, and green eyes are like monsters.

The City Lord of Wu Liang patted Mo Yimiao's shoulder with her hand, and she was also staring at the conspicuous man from the grassland she knew nothing about. "Your Royal Highness Princess, have you seen it," Wu Liang whispered, "That's Attila Shan Yu himself." ”

Mo Yimiao was flustered and nervous in her heart, and she didn't know where to look, but her brother hinted at her from time to time with his eyes next to her. So she turned her head nervously, and looked timidly at the man whom the brother wanted to ask to marry her before the dinner was over.

The chattering girl who had bathed her earlier was not exaggerating, Attila was taller than anyone present, but her movements were extremely agile and steady, moving like a cheetah. Fortunately, he was not old and ugly, his appearance was resolute and strong, and he should not be more than thirty years old, and he was drinking glass after glass with his guests, as if he had never stopped, as if he had forgotten that there was such a thing as her.

"Your Royal Highness, wait a moment," said the city lord of Wu Liang, "I will go and show my intentions, and I will invite him over." ”

When Wu Liang staggered towards Attila, his brother whispered closer: "Good sister, do you see it, look at his hair!"

Attila's hair was three times the length of Mo Yimiao's, and her oily and slippery braids reached her waist, and the tips of the braids could touch her thighs.

"I've heard of it, sister, if the nomads are defeated in battle, they will cut off a piece of hair to show humiliation, only people who have not eaten a single defeat can have such long hair," Mo Yilei had to remind his sister again: "You cheer me up, you must let him take a fancy to you and become his queen!"

"Brother, I, I've heard that they make peace like cattle, they will marry their stepmother or sister-in-law, I don't want it, I want to go home. Mo Yimiao begged.

"Go home?" Although he could lower his voice, Mo Yimiao still heard the wrath of the True King, "How are we going home, our home has been taken away, and we can't go home with Ben unless I have a large army." ”

Mo Yimiao lowered her head.

The city lord Wu Liang was communicating in the language of the nomads over there, and his words were extremely flattering.

"Raise your head and smile at him," Mo Yimiao didn't dare to turn his head to look there, he was urging his sister: "Raise your head and chest, hurry up, if you have breasts, God, it's really too peaceful." ”

Mo Yimiao had no choice but to smile and look in the direction of the man, God, he was also looking here, his eyes were silently in the noisy dome, Mo Yimiao hung his head in a panic.

The city lord of Wu Liang walked over with Attila with a smile, and Mo Yimiao had no choice but to raise his head again, puff up his chest, and smile.

The tall man walked in stride, completely immersed Mo Yimiao in his shadow, like a weak lamb, and his brother also held his breath, and he didn't dare to breathe.

The city lord of Wu Liang pointed at Mo Yimiao, and said to the man in the nomadic language with a smile: "This is the holy princess of the Seven Kingdoms," and then pointed to his brother: "This is His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Then he said to his brother and Mo Yimiao: "Shan Yu is not very familiar with the languages of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

The man carefully examined Mo Yimiao, obviously, Mo Yimiao's slightly Western-like appearance and figure caught his attention, he bent down his tall body and stretched out one hand to Mo Yimiao, while the other hand was behind his back.

Mo Yimiao quickly understood that this was a kind of etiquette, "I can't be afraid, I am the Holy Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, born in a black sandstorm. She passed her hand and placed it gently on the man's hand, steady and graceful, like a flying white bird.

The man touched the back of her hand with his lips and let go of hers.

Then the man beckoned the servant to bring a large glass of spirits, he picked up the glass with both hands and took a sip, and then handed it to Mo Yimiao with both hands, his eyes full of provocation.

Oh my God, this isn't wine, it's a booze of the nomads of the Northwest.

Mo Yimiao didn't know how to drink, and she could only drink half a sip of wine on weekdays, so she looked at her brother as if asking for help.

Her brother's eyes were as cold as a cone, as if to tell her that even if it was poison, she had to drink not a single drop.

Wu Liang also kept raising his hand at her, grinning as if he had a great joy.

Mo Yimiao silently took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all.

The man gave her an appreciative look, and only Mo Yimiao knew that if she drank it slowly, she was afraid that she would vomit it.

The man turned to leave, his big braid like a black iron rope on his back.

"It is done, Your Royal Highness, according to the nomadic tradition, as long as a man toasts a woman, he agrees. Wu Liang smiled, and his brother was also very happy.

"Her Royal Highness the princess just behaved so well, according to their tradition, if a woman drinks a man's toast, the more neat and wilder it means that the woman is full of love and admiration for a man, Your Royal Highness the princess, do you know this tradition?"

Wu Liang's voice gradually disappeared in her ears, Mo Yimiao's stomach turned into the sea, and the liquor she drank had an effect in her body.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, let's go, I'll introduce you to a few powerful lords, maybe the road to the country will be used." The city lord of Wu Liang led the way and staggered away.

The elder brother happily went, the big thing had been accomplished, he wanted a good drink tonight, and he didn't even look at Mo Yimiao.

Mo Yimiao's vision gradually blurred, she was top-heavy, and there was no doubt that she was going to vomit. She had to grope her way through the bustling flow of people, and although no one took care of her, she couldn't vomit in the vault.

She is a holy princess, even if she may be the most ridiculous and humble princess in the world, but she still can't be disgraced here.

She endured the tumbling in her body, and pressed the filthy thing into her body with all her might, and it was almost there, and she was already at the door.

A slave guarding the door hurriedly lifted the door curtain, and Mo Yimiao stepped out of the vault, "wow", and vomited in a shadow.

Moyidi stepped forward and patted her on the back.

Mo Yimiao's body began to recover after vomiting, but she didn't go back to the vault, she would rather blow the cold wind outside.

She can't leave either, leaving her brother and the city lord of Wu Liang back to the small city will cause the "wrath of the true king".

Mo Yidi was silent, and stood beside Mo Yimiao with a sword.

Mo Yimiao is already an adult, and the adult world is not easy.

The dinner party ended three hours later, and the elder brother was carried out of the vault by several men, apparently unconscious, and placed in a sedan chair.

The city lord Wu Liang was also full of drink, Mo Yimiao shook his hand to dispel the wine that Wu Liang spewed out of his mouth, but he couldn't do anything, but Wu Liang obviously didn't notice Mo Yimiao's disgust and unhappiness, he closed his eyes, and hiccuped, and his mouth kept chattering.

"It's set, it's set, it's set, on the sixteenth of next month, the wedding will be held!"

"Wedding?"

"Yes, you are going to Eagle City near the Caspian Sea, where you will have a wedding with Attila Shan Yu, and the bride is not allowed to be late," the city lord Wu Liang shook his head and tried his best to regain his senses, and he said to Mo Yimiao proudly: "Believe me, Your Royal Highness Princess, whether it is the Eastern World or the Western World, as long as you can breathe, you will know about your wedding, and as long as you feel that you have a little status, you will send congratulatory gifts, I can guarantee this." ”

Mo Yimiao did not answer.

The city lord Wu Liang fell asleep, and still had a final dream: "Thank God, the caravan heading west, uh," he hiccuped unconsciously, but it didn't affect him to finish his words: "The caravan heading west has been unblocked since then." ”

Outside the car, the night is even more hazy.