Attila helped Mo Yi Miao to his feet, and the bridal ceremony began.

Brother Mo Yilei gave him the black wooden staff, which was given to his brother by his father when he was dying, but he was already tired of it, "This is the only relic of my father, good sister, you have to take good care of it." ”

Uncle Di gave her a tunic embroidered with the black bat emblem of the Moyi family, "Never forget that we belong to the Moyi family. Looking at her lovingly as she spoke, Mo Yimiao was full of gratitude.

The rest of the gifts were crude but genuine, and the emissaries of the lords from all over the world came forward to show their sincere intentions: intricate and ornate Persian carpets, fine gold velvet garments and brocades, delicate statues of precious jade, chests full of jewels or gold......

The gifts were piled up all over her, far more than she could have imagined, and more than she really needed.

The final gift came from the bridegroom, Attila, who strode away from Mo Yimiao, and then the crowd flashed out of the crowd, and it turned out that he had brought a horse.

This is a young pony, energetic and shiny.

Based only on Mo Yimiao's superficial understanding of horses, he knew that this was not an ordinary good horse.

The pony seemed to have been born for her, and had a quality that made her breathless, with gray fur like the winter sea and horsehair like silver smoke.

She stroked the horse's neck with some joy, letting her fingers run over the silver mane, soft and delicate.

The onlookers cheered at her, looking enthusiastic.

Attila stepped forward, put her hand around her waist, and placed her on top of the pony like a child, Mo Yimiao sat a little confused for a while, no one told her what to do next?

"What should I do?" she asked the city lord, Wu Liang.

"According to the custom of the grassland, you must ride a horse over the bonfire in front of you," the city lord of Wu Liang pointed to the fire in front of him and whispered, "Just hold the reins and don't fall down." ”

So Mo Yimiao nervously grasped the reins with both hands, and put her feet into the low stirrups, she had mediocre horsemanship, and she had to pray that she would not fall off, make everyone laugh, and finally gently clamp the horse's belly.

The silver-gray pony walked steadily, light as silk, and everyone gave way, all eyes focused on her.

Mo Yimiao found herself riding better and faster than expected, and the horse trotted and kicked a drunken Ranger general away, cheering loudly at her the moment the guy fell to the ground.

I saw the bonfire in front of me, and on both sides of the fire were crowds of onlookers.

The silver horse carried her through the raging flames as if in flight.

Then, as the pony carried her back smoothly, she stopped in front of Attila, "Thank you for giving me the power of the wind." The lord of Wu Liang translated the words into the tribal language and spoke them to Attila.

Then Mo Yimiao smiled when she saw her newlywed husband for the first time.

The dedication ceremony is over, followed by the final ceremony: the baptism of holiness.

Everyone rushed to the shore of the Caspian Lake, "It's just a simple little ceremony, the woman jumped into the lake to show her holiness, and the tribesmen are convinced that the unclean daughter will sink to the bottom of the lake forever, are you okay?" said Wu Liangcheng jokingly.

"Of course she's fine. Brother Mo Yilei said.

When she came to the shore of the Caspian Lake, Mo Yimiao almost screamed, this water surface was exactly the same as in her nightmare.

Lake Caspian is deep and elegant, deep and unfathomable.

This is fate, and I am destined to jump into this lake.

Mo Yimiao closed her eyes tightly and threw herself into the dark and cold lake.

People had been waiting for cheers for a long time, but they had not seen Mo Yimiao surface.

Mo Yilei stared at the water, how could this be possible, this was just a ridiculous legend of a barbarian tribe, not to mention, his sister was an absolute virgin.

Shan Yu Attila cast a cold lake-like gaze at the city lord Wu Liang, Wu Liang was full of cold sweat, and his back and chest were all over.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen samurai jumped into the lake and dived into the search and rescue, Attila was expressionless.

Nothing.

When Shan Yu's face was as black as twilight and he turned his head to leave, there was movement on the surface of the water.

The surface of the lake bubbled up and the bubbles grew larger and larger, as if the lake was boiling.

Slowly, Mo Yimiao showed her head, followed by her upper body, then her waist, legs and feet, as if stepping on the surface of a boiling lake, quietly walking towards the crowd.

Mo Yimiao's black hair disappeared without a trace, and the white hair was like a fluttering silver quill.

It is like a miracle from the bottom of a dark lake.

The first to kneel were the emissaries from Rome in the West, who prostrate themselves on the ground and shouted: "Leto, Leto......"

Then came lords and vassals from distant lands, warriors, women and children of nomads, slaves, and even Attila fell to one knee.

The only one standing was Mo Yilei, who looked at it in a daze, not knowing what was happening.

But he is the true king, how can the true king kneel?

The city lord Wu Liang had no choice but to pull him to the ground with all his might.

Mo Yimiao gently picked up her husband, Attila waved her hand, and everyone stood up and cheered, and the sound filled the night sky.

When the stars came out, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and they rode away together, leaving behind the crowd and the grass-woven palace.

Without saying a word, Attila galloped his horse into the darkening night, the silver bells of his long braids whispering all the way.

Mo Yimiao rode a pony and struggled to catch up, she tried to muster up her courage, and said to herself loudly in her heart, "I am the Holy Princess born in the black sandstorm, an exile, and the only remaining saint princess of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

But just now when he came out of the icy Caspian Lake, there was one thing that Mo Yi Miao was extremely sure of, the Mo Yi family to which he belonged came from here, and the ancestor led the dark army from here all the way to the east, to the Seven Kingdoms.

The Moyi family is from the shores of Lake Caspian Sea.

As for what exactly Mo Yimiao experienced under the icy lake, it will always be a mystery.

Her pony followed Shan Yu as she galloped across the meadow, not knowing how long or how far she had ridden, and when they stopped on the meadow by a stream, it was already dark.

Attila rolled over and dismounted, and then carried her down, and in his hands she felt as fragile as tender grass, and her limbs as weak as drowning.

She stood trembling in her wedding gown as she watched him tie his horse, and when he turned to look at her, her tears could not help but fall.

Attila looked at her tears with a strange expressionlessness on her face, "No. He lifted his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his calloused hand.

"Do you know how to speak?" Mo Yimiao asked in surprise.

"Nope. He said again.

Maybe that's all he knows, she thought, but it's better than she had thought, and it calmed her a little. Attila touched her hair, her hand running through her shiny silver strands as she muttered in the tribal language.

Mo Yimiao couldn't understand what he was saying, but there was a warm feeling in his words, a kind of tenderness that he hadn't expected to find in this man.

He began to untie her loose clothes.

His fingers are not only sensitive, but also surprisingly gentle. He gently took off the silk gowns for her, and Mo Yimiao sat quietly without moving, staring into his eyes.

When her small breasts were exposed, she couldn't restrain herself, and subconsciously reached out to cover it and turned her gaze away.

"Nope. Attila said. Gently but firmly, he removed her breast-covering hand, then lifted her face again. "Nope. He said again.

"Nope. She followed suit.

He helped her to her feet and removed the last silk garment from her.

The night breeze blew and cooled into the water, blowing on her naked skin, making her shiver and goosebumps on her hands and feet.

She was scared of what would happen next, but she waited a long time and nothing happened.

Attila still sat cross-legged, staring at her steadily, enjoying her body with her eyes.

After a few more moments, he began to stroke her. Very slight at first, then a little force.

She could feel the power in his arm, but he didn't hurt her.

He held her hand and stroked her fingers, one after the other. He caressed her cheek, following the curve of her ear, a finger gently wrapping around her mouth. He put his hands in her hair, brushed her with his fingers, then turned her around and massaged her shoulders, fingertips slipping down.

At this time, he stopped and pulled her into his arms, Mo Yimiao's face was red, her ears were red, her breath was non-stop, and her heart was beating wildly. He held up her face with his giant palms, and the two of them met their eyes.

"No?" he said.

She could hear it asking herself.

Mo Yimiao didn't answer, just grabbed his hand and led it to slide deep into her body.