"It's like saffron. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Rubbing the plants in his hand, Jian Zhongxi said with certainty: "This thing is not available in the Tiele Realm, it is a relatively difficult thing to find here." Most of them were brought by Ouzhu from the Uighur family. ”

Ozhu was the first wife that Tashi's father married to his son when he was trading with the Uighurs. Liu Ting knew that the current Uighurs were Tibet in the 21st century, and it was not surprising that the maid Wangmu brought by Ouzhu could have saffron.

"It's definitely saffron. These things belong to the Wonmu, and I happened to see the Wonmu put them into my food. Because she had heard of saffron, Liu Ting asked suspiciously: "Isn't saffron a good thing?" Will Wangmu be so kind to use it for me? ”

"It's a good thing - the nobles of Tiele have spared no expense to buy wine, but they are only men." Crumpling the plant in his hand, Jian Zhongxi said indignantly, "Uighur women use this thing to have an abortion. If you eat too much, it will be difficult for a woman to conceive a child. ”

"Wangmu or Ordai told her Ouzhu to make me infertile?" Throwing the only remaining plant in her hand on the ground, Liu Ting said in disgust: "They didn't dare to kill me directly, so they thought of such a way?" ”

Ou Zhu and Wang Mu didn't dare to kill themselves, not only the information that Liu Ting knew through Jian Zhongxi's words. After a few months of life, Liu Ting was not only infected by Tiele woman's self-improvement, but also made her understand Tashi's thoughts about herself.

Although Tashi never said it explicitly, what he did to Jian Zhongxi, and the way he looked at Liu Ting, all revealed a message - squeezing out Han Nu. Tashi's greed made it impossible for him to spare any Han Chinese, especially Liu Ting, whom he had decided to make a slave. Even if she managed to make ends meet and share other tasks, Liu Ting knew that Tashi would never be satisfied with this.

Liu Ting told herself: Jian Zhongxi is right, it is impossible for Tashi to let him go. He can make me a slave to be abused, and naturally he will be merciless on the day this body becomes an adult. But Tashi's occupation was still three years later, but the saffron at his feet was close at hand.

Although the current inhuman slave life makes Liu Ting indifferent to "infertility", and Tashi's future acts of hegemony are also the primary concern, this does not mean that Liu Ting can forgive Wangmu or Ouzhu. Letting a woman lose her innate talent is equivalent to murder in Liu Ting's heart. What's more, Liu Ting, who has a strong sense of crisis, firmly believes: People who can give themselves saffron, God knows if they will poison themselves?

Liu Ting, who has already escaped being poisoned once, does not plan to let the enemy get her wish, even if the inhuman slave life makes her worse than death, she must fight a beautiful counterattack before she dies.

"What would happen if Wangmu's saffron appeared in Ume's bowl?" Liu Ting sneered.

Umei is the maid that Nammel brought with her when she got married, and she is also the one who often has a mouth with Wang Mu and repeatedly asks the latter to vent her anger on Liu Ting.

"It's not going to be good, just let the two of them fight again, and then take out your anger on you." Jian Zhongxi persuaded: "All foreign races have some problems with violence when they don't get along. A small thing will not make a big fuss in such a place, and it will be solved at that time. There's no need to be their punching bag. ”

Liu Ting heard a different meaning from his words.

"Will it be solved then?" Liu Ting's eyes lit up, and she was about to ask, "Will all Tiele people be like this?" The shouting and scolding of Tiele had already come from outside the sheepfold.

Embroidering handkerchiefs for the Tilerians who kept vigil did not mean that the slaves had the right to communicate freely. Whether it was to prevent collusion with each other or simply to demonstrate the lack of autonomy of slaves, Liu Ting did not know. What she knew was that the Tiele people did not allow her to have private contact with Jian Zhongxi, and the short exchange time was over.

Glancing at Jian Zhongxi to say goodbye, Liu Ting limped into her own tent. As she passed by Wangmu's bed, she paused for a moment, but her eyes glanced at the nearby Ume. In the rhythmic snoring of Wangmu and the whole tent was asleep, Liu Ting, who was supporting the tabletop, used a gentle movement to pull the brazier into the middle of the bed connecting Wangmu and Wumei. Not long after lying down, Wumei, who had always been accustomed to getting up at night, got up and stepped on the brazier.

Liu Ting shuddered and pinched the quilt on her body.

To further intensify the contradiction between the two who are already incompatible is the only way Liu Ting can think of to fight back against Wangmu at present. As a slave of the Tiele people, Liu Ting knew that she had the ability to directly attack the other party. Even if you say a bad word about Wangmu, you will only get a beating from the Tiele people.

In the eyes of the Tiele people, or the race collectively known as "Waiyi", the Han people are playthings that can be used to show off. No one took the words of the plaything seriously, and the Yi did not see any essential difference between the words spoken by the slaves and the cries of the sheep. Slaves talk about normal people in vain, and beating is the only result that can be exchanged. Liu Ting chose to intensify secretly, even if there was no choice, she also took a huge risk.

Judging from her cognition, it is very likely that her own initiator will be discovered. Wu Mei only needs to ask, even if it is not done by others, she can put the fault on Liu Ting. This kind of thing has happened from time to time in the past few months, and Liu Ting has become accustomed to taking punishment for others. And this terrible experience not only brought physical trauma, but also bred the emotions of the Jedi to fight back.

The moment she saw the brazier, Liu Ting encouraged herself: Whether I did it or not, I would be punished, it was better to do it. Even if I can't get Wangmu and Ume to fight, I'm not wronged.

Now, although Liu Ting, who was pinching the quilt, didn't dare to look up, she pricked up her ears to pay attention to all the sounds. After a few crunchs from the iron brazier, Ume's angry voice surrounded the tent. She scolded in Tiele language, "Stupid and wicked Wangmu, I should have killed you." ”

Umei's voice was so loud that the others who slept in the tent got up to look. Liu Ting also took the opportunity to sit up and watched as Wumei grabbed Wang Mu out of the bed and fell to the ground.

Wangmu, who was forcibly awakened from his sleep, didn't even raise his head, and pulled the Ume next to him to the ground with a backhand. Seeing that the opponent was Ume with the same identity as himself, Wangmu shouted while fighting back.

The content of her shouting made Liu Ting breathe a long sigh of relief, and she also let go of the quilt in her hand. Wangmu almost roared and said, "What if I put it on purpose? Your pig's trotter should have been burned by fire. ”

Wangmu's reply made the battle even more intense, and the other Tiele people in the tent did not pull them away at the first time, but sat on their beds and cheered. It wasn't until Ume rode on Wangmu to completely restrain the other party, and subconsciously searched for hard objects around with his hands, that the other Tiele stepped forward and pulled them apart.

The tent returned to calm, and Liu Ting was still lying in the quilt and laughing secretly: Tiele people are really heroic.