Although there were some things she didn't agree with, no one seemed to care about her opinion.

Brother Mo Yilei was thinking about it for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "There is, sister." ”

Mo Yimiao was startled, and looked up at his brother, not knowing what "true king's clever plan" he had come up with.

"That's the case, let's wrap you up, you know, you are not the daughter of an ordinary man, you must have a name first," Obviously, my brother is in a good mood today, and the wrath of the true king is gone.

He looked at Mo Yidi and said, "What did you say I should call my sister?" ”

"It's all up to Prince Lei to decide. Mo Yidi said that he knew that Mo Yilei already had an idea.

"Listen well," Mo Yi Lei said loudly, "I declare in the name of the patriarch of the Mo Yi family and the surviving true king of the Seven Kingdoms: Mo Yi Miao is the only remaining holy princess born in the black sandstorm, an exile, and the Seven Kingdoms. ”

The elder brother is serious, solemn, like a king.

"Princess, what does a princess look like?" Obviously, Mo Yimiao was quite unfamiliar with the title of princess.

"Oh, my poor sister, it's not your fault, you haven't lived a day as a princess. Mo Yilei looked at his sister sympathetically, although he had eight years of royal life, he didn't know what a princess should look like, maybe she should be like the queen mother.

Mo Yilei learned the appearance of his mother in his impression, walked with a weak body and a willow, and showed it to Mo Yimiao, the appearance was funny and weird, Mo Yimiao looked at it and smiled.

"You, you be serious, the queen mother is like this, you should learn something. "Ink

Yi Lei blushed, but his momentum was still that of a true dragon.

"Mother's ......" Mo Yimiao felt sad for a while, her mother was born and died, and she had not had a single day of maternal love in fifteen years, but now she wanted to imitate her mother's appearance, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Sister, don't be sad, I figured it out, I can't blame you for the queen mother's affairs, you have to blame," Mo Yilei paused, and said with a hideous and fierce face: "If you want to blame, blame the evil thief Emperor Fuxiong, the evil thief Bu Yang Chen, and the old thing of Qingqiu's spiritual power, of course, the Murong family, as well as the Dugu family and the Shangguan family, oh my God, there are too many heads to cut off." ”

The three of them were counting the words, and the unscrupulous butler of the city lord came to visit with two subordinates.

Two men carried silk and brocade on a flat pole, and a wooden box was held by a butler, who was lean, with a face like an awl, but his eyes were nimble.

"See Your Highness," said the butler, bowing grovelly, and opened the wooden box and placed it on the table in the room, which contained some gold and silver jewelry.

"These are the dowries provided by our Wu City Lord for the marriage of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and there are many more, and they will be taken away with the princess on the day of the wedding, please let His Royal Highness smile and accept it. The butler said politely.

"Go back and thank City Lord Wu for me, I accepted his heart. Mo Yilei was expressionless, and even said with a somewhat angry expression: "Go back and tell you the city lord of Wu, let him and Dahan agree on borrowing troops, if you don't borrow me 50,000 soldiers and horses, no one will want to marry the princess!"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, don't worry, I'll go and reply. The butler took his subordinates and resigned.

Mo Yilei waited for the people to leave, and touched the silk satin ecstatically and said: "It's so beautiful, sister, look at this material, this is the authentic southern Murong family's things, when I was a child, the clothes I wore were this kind of material, such as fake." ”

Mo Yimiao knew that these brocades would be made into wedding dresses for her family, and she would marry someone she didn't know at all, and that person would give her brother soldiers and horses, and her brother would use them to recover the Seven Kingdoms.

She touched it, and the silk was as soft as water, flowing through her fingers, and she had never worn it, nor had she ever seen such a soft cloth. She suddenly became frightened.

"Why did he give us things, why was he so kind to us?" Mo Yimiao asked.

"You say Wu Liang, he's not stupid," the elder brother said confidently, "He knows that one day I will return to the throne, but he wants to ask for a lord or vassal." ”

Mo Yimiao was silent.

Wu Liang is a city lord and a merchant, this remote town is the throat of the trade between the Eastern and Western continents, and the caravans of camels are endless, and he runs a huge caravan without conscience.

For people like Wu Liang, the false name of the lord is almost meaningless, and there is a long yellow sand outside the city, which can squeeze out oil?

The smooth flow of trade routes was of paramount importance to him.

And the smooth passage of trade routes was nothing more than peace with nomadic tribes.

Moreover, Mo Yimiao also heard gossip about Wu Liang from the market: as long as the bid money is opened, his father is willing to sell it.

But Mo Yimiao couldn't remind his brother that he must have been blinded, but he thought he saw the future.

She knew it was best not to wake up while her brother was weaving a sweet dream, otherwise it would cause "the wrath of the true king." "It's terrible for my brother to get angry, and she'll have her skin peeling open.

Seeing his sister's sad face, Mo Yilei said impatiently: "Sister, don't you want to marry?" I have already agreed, don't you want me to make a fool of me." ”

"I ......"

"Sister, you know, according to the arrangement of your father and queen mother, you are going to marry me," the elder brother looked back at Mo Yidi: "You say, is it Uncle Di?"

And so it is. Moyidi replied.

"Look, sister, if you don't want to marry that Shan Yu, then that's the only way," he stepped forward and grabbed Mo Yimiao's hand tightly and said, "Only the two of us can get married, I don't mind going to the cave house now, go." He tugged Mo Yimiao hard, pretending to pull her to the bedroom.

"No!" Mo Yimiao withdrew her hand with all her strength, leaning against the corner of the wall and crying.

"Look, my good sister, it's been fifteen years, and we've at least agreed on this, you don't want to marry your brother, I don't want to marry your sister, so you should have a drink and celebrate. After Mo Yilei finished speaking, he continued to ask his sister: "Then will you marry Shan Yu?"

Mo Yimiao nodded helplessly.

"No, I want you to say it, and the true queen will do what she says. Mo Yilei still didn't follow.

"I'm willing, okay, I'm willing to marry Shan Yu. Mo Yimiao replied crying.

"Isn't this good, sister, what's wrong with marrying Shan Yu, of course I heard that they like to do that on the grass, and it's good if you get used to it. After Mo Yilei finished speaking, he put his mouth in Mo Yimiao's ear and said mysteriously: "When I return to the country, if you don't have a good time, I will lead the Seven Nations Alliance to kill the grassland, cut down the bird Shan Yu to take you back, really, I don't care about cutting one more." ”

Brother's "real dragon tricks" often make Mo Yimiao creepy, and he feels absurd when he thinks about it.

She is fifteen years old and can judge to a certain extent.

"By the way, there is one more important matter," Mo Yilei called Mo Yidi, which was the only person he could cause, "go to the city and find someone who can speak nomadic dialect to teach his sister, otherwise how can he communicate with Shan Yu." With that, he smiled mysteriously.

This is not a difficult task, and there are people in this small trading town who are fluent in various languages.

"My dear sister, one day we will regain our homeland. Brother Mo Yilei often promised her this, and sometimes his hands trembled uncontrollably while talking, "Think about the countless pearls and satins, and the royal life that responds to the high sky, and you will understand your brother." ”

Every time my brother recalls his childhood, his eyes will shine.

Mo Yimiao sat quietly in the room alone, she couldn't imagine the life of the royal family and didn't yearn for it.

Her room was simply furnished and dimly lit, but even then she deliberately replaced it with dark curtains, which made the room even darker, as if this was the only way to calm her down.

Most of the time, Mo Yimiao spends her time in a dark and gloomy room, imagining her great father, her loving mother, and her lost childhood in a life of displacement.

The elder brother Mo Yilei is different, as soon as the sky is dark, he will light candles in the room one by one until the beams of the room are like day.

"There's always something unsettling in the darkness. My brother said.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in. Mo Yimiao in the room came back to her senses, and the servants sent by the city lord Wu Liang walked into the house, bowed, and then set out to bathe her.

Half a year ago, a leader of the nomadic tribe gave them as a "gift" to the city lord Wu Liang to thank Wu Liang for his hospitality at the dinner, and Wu Liang gave them to Mo Yimiao, and they themselves could not tell how many masters they had changed.

"Anyway, it's born like this, it's the same everywhere. The old woman, who was thin and gray as a mouse, said so, and without saying a word, the experience of her life stripped her of all the breath of "life", and only "live" remained.

The other maidservant girl was the opposite of the old woman, she was a young girl about the same age as Mo Yimiao, chattering as she went.

"Oh, Your Highness Princess, it's so dark here that the little ones can't find you. As she spoke, the young girl's hands symbolically touched in the dark.

"Huh. Mo Yimiao laughed out of the province.

They fill half-human-high wooden tubs with hot water from the kitchen, sprinkled with spices and flower petals.

The young girl wrapped Mo Yimiao's hair in a coarse cloth towel and helped her into the bath.

The bath water is refreshing.

She specifically asked them to put less hot water, and the two servants were eager to do so, after all, it was not easy to bring hot water from the kitchen.

Mo Yimiao even wanted to ask them not to put hot water, but that would make her seem too weird.

The old woman carefully groomed her and tied her black hair into braids, and the old woman was surprised to find that the roots of the mistress's hair were bright silver, and it would not be long before the mistress would be full of silver hair. But she didn't say anything.

The young girl rubbed her back and pedicure and told her how lucky she was.

"Shan Yu's wealth was too great to be counted, and the wagons laden with gold and silver flowed into Eagle City like a tidal wave, and there were more slaves captured everywhere than Shan Yu's 100,000 nomadic iron horsemen, who were bound in their hands, threaded in a line with ropes, and walked like a winding stream with no end in sight. She went on and on.

And Mo Yimiao didn't interrupt her, which made the girl more energetic.

The girl told her how handsome, how tall and brave, how invincible he was, that his full moon scimitar could illuminate the whole steppe, that his war horse could go anywhere in the world, even far from the Western world, "it is true," the girl swore solemnly, "I have seen many blonde slaves." ”

"What's that Shan Yu's name?" Mo Yimiao asked suddenly.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then resumed chattering, "Oh, Your Highness Princess, how can you not know his name, you know this name wherever the sun shines, the Western world believes in a god called God, and they call him the "Whip of God", which means that he punishes them for their gods, how could you not know, Your Highness Princess, that he is your future husband, and you will be his first wife?"

"First wife, do you mean how many more will he have?" these words caused Mo Yimiao's disgust.

"His name is Attila. The girl learned to answer simply and directly.

But soon the girl couldn't help but say more: "Even if you are as noble as you, you can't call him by his name." ”

When she had bathed and cleansed, the servants helped her to her feet, and the muslin cloth dried her body.

The girl combed her hair neatly and made a delicate shape, while the old woman applied floral essences from the Western world to her, touching her wrists, neck, chest, and waist.

Then she was dressed in the brocade robe of Governor Wu Liang from the inside out, which was too delicate to be worn with care, and the girl was so absorbed in silence that she stopped talking.

The old woman dressed her with a silver crown and a gold bracelet encrusted with sapphires, and finally, a heavy collar made of gold, engraved with mysterious characters and eagles, according to the custom of the nomadic tribes.

"You're the most beautiful princess I've ever seen!" the girl exclaimed after dressing up.

Brother Mo Yilei was sitting in a pavilion in the courtyard, and there was already cold tea on the stone table, and it was rare for the true king to be so patient.

When he saw her coming, he stood up and went up and down with a critical eye.

"Stand here," he commanded one by one, "turn left, yes, right, well, good, good......"

Mo Yimiao sighed, it seems that her brother is very satisfied with her tonight.

In the past few days, this nameless town has suddenly become lively, and there is an extremely vast open space outside the west gate of the small city, where the rangers have set up tents.

Later, more people arrived from the steppes, horseback caravans, leaders of small tribes, convoys of grain and grass, and even emissaries sent by distant countries, and the originally vast open space seemed cramped.

At night, these tribesmen light huge bonfires several feet high. They sat around a bonfire and barbecued, sang, danced, drank, raced horses, or wrestled.

Their swords were as sharp as the full moon, and they were often killed on the spot, and some would dig up the yellow sand on the spot and bury the dead, while people continued to dance and fight on them.

This "dinner party" lasted until the Oriental whitening. Exhausted, they staggered to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

There will be more people to come, Mo Yimiao firmly believes that she doesn't know whether her future husband will be always ugly, cruel or gentle, but she knows that he is the overlord of the boundless grassland, and he is the only one.

And what about herself? Who is she? Perhaps, as her brother said, she is not the daughter of an ordinary man, she is, thinking of her brother's words, Mo Yimiao silently thought in her heart:

I am Mo Yimiao, who was born in the black sandstorm, an exile, and the only remaining holy princess of the Seven Kingdoms.