May 15, Caspian Eagle City.

The wedding was set to take place on the vast and boundless grassland outside the Eagle City.

The reason why I chose this place is because according to the people on horseback on the steppe believe: all life events, let the heavens testify.

Attila's invitations were sent all over the steppe world and the western world, and all those who were invited came, including the mighty 50,000 steppe horsemen, and countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries, who brought with them countless women and children, and slaves.

People can't help but suspect that it is really helpless to choose the grassland for the wedding, and Little Eagle City simply can't accommodate so many people.

They took a large number of cattle, camped and outside the city walls, and quickly built a palace of grass and wood, and the whole scene was wild and noisy.

But nomads are used to it.

"That's it, Your Highness the Prince, our Princess will be the Queen of the Nomads. The city lord of Wu Liang shook his beard and smiled softly.

"I have married my only sister to him and hope that he will keep his word. Mo Yilei said and glanced at Mo Yimiao.

The city lord of Wu Liang waved his hand weakly, and a bunch of rings on his fat fingers sparkled, "I told you, everything is in order, Attila has promised to provide you with an army, and he will definitely do what he says." ”

"Okay, but when?"

"It depends on what Attila Thanyu means. "Of course, after the marriage, after that, he should fulfill his promise, and of course, their wizards will divinate the good fortune of the troops to ensure that you don't take their soldiers and horses to die in vain." ”

Mo Yilei looked impatient: "I don't care if the fucking wizard divination is auspicious or evil, the fourteen-year-old child of the Huangfu family has already sat on the throne belonging to my family, how long do I have to wait?"

City Lord Wu Liang shrugged his broad shoulders, "Your Royal Highness the Great Prince, you have been waiting for sixteen years, what if you wait a few more months, or a few more years?"

Mo Yidi, who is well-informed and has led the troops for many years, also nodded in agreement, "Your Royal Highness, I also advise you to wait patiently, Attila will do what he says, but the way must be according to their wishes, and those with lower status may be able to beg for help, but they must not ask for it with the attitude of the above and below." ”

Mo Yilei said angrily: "Mo Yidi, you had better pay attention to what you say, I am a true king, not a low-status person, I am the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and the monarch will never beg for help." ”

Mo Yidi lowered his eyes respectfully, and the City Lord of Wu Liang smiled mysteriously.

The true king no longer exists, Mo Yimiao looked at his brother in a daze, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

That night, however, she had a nightmare.

In the dream, her brother Mo Yilei was beating her and bullying her again. She was disheveled, frightened and helpless, so she ran as hard as she could, into a gloomy darkness, her brother was gone, she could not see anything in front of her, and could not find her way back.

In her panic, she stumbled and fell into the water, which was cold and gloomy, and she struggled desperately, drank a lot of water, but never touched the shore, and then sank and sank in the lake dying, sinking......

Suddenly, a woman's face appeared in front of her, with a mysterious and eerie smile, and her deep eyes met her gaze.

Then she woke up, trembling and sweating all over.

She had never been so scared in her life.

The wedding feast begins at dawn the next day and lasts until dark, filled with overeating and fighting.

The grass weaving palace was built on top of a mound, and Mo Yimiao was placed beside Attila, on top of the endless sea of people.

She had never seen so many people gathered together, nor had she ever seen such a strange and frightening group.

Even some of the noble vassal lords of the many people wore clothes when they were fiefdoms, but under the sky of the steppe, they followed ancient traditions.

Both men and women wore bare chests, animal skin vests, horsehair leggings, and bronze sashes around their waists.

They munched on roast horse meat, drank spirits or sour cheese, and laughed at each other over the campfire, and their voices seemed strangely and harsh to Mo Yimiao's ears.

Mo Yilei sat directly below his sister, wearing a brand-new blue and white sweater, with a black bat embroidered on his chest, Mo Yidi and Wu Liang City Lord sat on his left and right, they were already in a high position, but Mo Yimiao suddenly saw that his brother's eyes flashed with anger.

He was not happy to be under her, and he couldn't stand the fact that every time the servant would serve the food, he would give Shan Yu and her bride first, and then give him the rest. But apart from sulking, he had nothing to do, and his expression became more and more heavy with the passage of time, and every minute and second trampled on his self-esteem.

However, Mo Yimiao had no time to care about it, and in this vast sea of people, she only felt lonely like never before.

My brother told her to smile, and she did so until her facial muscles ached and tears flowed uncontrollably.

She tried her best to hide her tears, because she knew too well that if she taught Mo Yilei to see the consequences were unimaginable, she didn't want Attila to see it, and the food was served on plates, but she waved away one by one, and she had no appetite.

There was no one to chat with her to relieve her boredom. Shan Yu Attila laughed loudly at the cavalry generals below, laughing loudly at their answers, but he didn't look at Mo Yimiao beside him from beginning to end.

They don't have a common language, although her brother has hired a teacher for her, the effect is not ideal, and Attila can only speak a few commonly used dialects, and she doesn't understand the standard language of the Seven Kingdoms.

The sun had just risen when the first person of the day was killed.

At that time, the drums were rumbling, and the women were dancing for the fun, although Shan Yu was expressionless, his eyes followed their figures, and from time to time he took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it over, letting them fight to the death.

Other fighters were watching.

Then one of them finally walked into the circle of dancers, reached out and grabbed one of the dancers by the shoulders, pinned her to the ground, and moved like an animal on the spot.

Wu Liang, the city lord, had reminded her earlier, "These nomadic tribes have not been educated by the Seven Kingdoms, and many times they are no different from animals, and their concepts of sin and shame are also different from ours. ”

Mo Yimiao only deeply realized the meaning of this sentence at this time, she suddenly became scared, and hurriedly separated her gaze from the two people who were messing around, but then another warrior also stepped forward and knocked down a dancer, and then went in another, Mo Yi found that if you wanted to not look, you could only close your eyes, but the sound came in bursts, and the sound of them messing around was really scary.

The situation suddenly appeared, two men grabbed a woman at the same time, one of them pushed the other, the two full moon scimitars were unsheathed at the same time, and the two warriors launched a death knife dance in the crowd of men and women working together, circling in circles, killing each other, and stepping on the buttocks of the men and women who were moving in the ground from time to time, they jumped back and forth, the blades flowed, and they shouted and cursed.

No one intervened.

The deathmatch suddenly began, and it ended. The speed of the Moon Scimitar was as dazzling as a meteor, and when one of the samurai didn't stand on his heel, his opponent immediately slashed into his opponent's waist with the blade slicing through his waist, slicing him all from the spine to the abdomen, spraying his internal organs and scattering them into the dust.

The loser died tragically, and the winner grabbed the nearest woman, and actually fought to the death from time to time, and did it at the moment.

The slaves came in and carried away the corpses, and the wedding feast continued with frenzy.

Yes, any nomadic tribal wedding, if it does not cause at least three lives, is considered a shame, let alone a big wedding.

Time passed quickly, but Mo Yimiao felt that it was still too slow, and the fear in her heart increased instead of decreasing, so she was left to try her best to control herself and not scream.

She was afraid of these strange and barbaric, human-skinned beast-like tribes, afraid that she would not be able to reach her brother's royal front and cause the wrath of the true king, and even more afraid of what the cold and cruel person next to her would do to her at night in the starry meadow like wearing a bronze mask.

At last, as the sun went down, and after the sixty-eighth man had died, Attila stood up and clapped his hands, and all the drumming, shouting, and the clamor of the feast came to an abrupt end.

However, Mo Yimiao did not breathe a sigh of relief, there were still cumbersome rituals behind.