On the day that Zhang Yunniang and his entourage left, He Lu placed the wind spirit on the side of his tent and personally inspected a piece of art, knives, daggers, hairpins, and hairpins, but all sharp objects were searched out and removed from the tent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Ling looked at it coldly, didn't make a sound, and let them clean up. In the evening, a slave girl came in with steaming meat and a bowl of soup cakes. Feng Ling knew that the Xizhou soldiers under the command of Fu Yanyan were all fed with dried meat and dried cakes when they were marching or fighting, at most a bowl of broth, and everyone shared it, and it was roughly the same in the Turkic barracks. The food in front of her is probably made for her alone.

After a short time, Helu strode into the tent, and the slave girl saluted, stepped forward to remove the big hair for him, and withdrew.

Feng Ling has been hungry fast lately, and this place is not as good as at home, there are apricot leaves to take care of four or five meals a day, and finally when the food is served, she doesn't bother to care about Helu, and focuses on soup cakes and meat.

Helu sat down opposite her, holding a small silver knife to cut off the flesh on the leg of mutton bone for her, the wind spirit has never been at odds with eating, and the merchants who have been wandering for many years have already taught her the truth that the worse the situation, the more she must work hard to eat and accumulate strength. Therefore, she did not resist the shaved meat that he handed her.

Helu suddenly laughed: "Look at your meat-eating posture, there is about a little wolf cub in your belly." ”

The Wind Spirit glanced coldly at him, took another slice of meat he had handed along the tip of the knife, and munched on it.

"You may not believe this now, but Ben Khan hereby promises that the child in your womb, regardless of the origin, will be born on this steppe, and will be the child of my Shabala Khan, and the same as the special service Honghu beside you. If he is a child, I will personally teach him to ride a bow and horse, and he will definitely become the most powerful eaglet flying on the grassland. He Lu fiddled with the small silver knife in his hand, as if talking to himself.

Feng Ling gradually stopped, and laughed secretly: This is a serious Heavenly Family bloodline, how can you allow you to practice it as a thief. Moreover, after this battle, the Shabala Khan was probably just a lost dog on the steppe.

She wiped her greasy fingers on a piece of cloth and said unhurriedly: "Has General Helu ever heard the allusion of 'the bird occupies the dove's nest'?" ”

He Lu had a Han teacher when he was young, read a few lines of poetry, although he didn't remember much after a few years, but after a little thought, he understood what the wind spirit was referring to, and his face changed when he landed, and a few wisps of softness in Shicai's voice were instantly wiped out, the cold light flashed, and the silver knife was nailed to the table with a "click".

"Ben Khan remembers the old days and treats each other with courtesy, are you really here as a casual shop?" Helu's face darkened, as if he had brought in the darkness and coldness outside the tent: "When you entered the tent, you were willing, and no one coerced you, but you couldn't get out of the tent. ”

Feng Ling nodded and smiled, ignoring his growing anger, and leisurely probed his palm: "General, why did I want to run away?" ”

He Lu pulled out the small silver knife from the case, put it in the sheath and put it away, bypassed the table in two steps, stood in front of her and laughed lukewarmly, "You are the princess of Heqin sent by Tang Tianzi, and the name of surrendering to my ministry is justified, in the past few years, I don't ask where you have gone, and now that you have returned, you will be your Kedun in peace and stability, and don't play tricks with me again." ”

"I haven't seen you for many years, but you can't remember Ben Khan's style? From now on, if you disobey me, I will slaughter ten Tang people to accompany you. He said casually, but his gray eyes were full of fierceness, no different from a hungry wolf. After that, he took out the golden deer hairpin that had taught her to threaten and discarded the side, and leaned over to tie her hair in a bun.

Feng Ling had no doubts about his determination, and she subconsciously shivered, cold from head to toe. But in the next moment, she suddenly remembered the two big boxes of bloody heads in the Zhechong Mansion in Shazhou, the wails of the villagers in the outer city were still in her ears, and the thick bloody breath was still on the tip of her nose, and before she could remember it more carefully, the tragic situation of Kang Dazhi's door suddenly rushed into her mind.

The first breath was as cold as ice, and the next breath collided with the fury that rushed straight up. Out of nowhere, she stood up sharply and slammed her shoulder into Heru's jaw.

He Lu was caught off guard, his fingers loosened, and he lost his mind in an instant, and the golden hairpin was already in the hands of the wind spirit.

Without thinking, she shook the sharp hairpin and stabbed it straight into Heru's eyes.

The golden hairpin stopped less than an inch in front of Helu's pupils, and the wind spirit stared at the cold light flashing from the tip of the hairpin, clenching the back molars to deliver the wrist forward, only an inch away, but he taught Helu to restrain his wrist from moving at all, and the slender wrist bones were like brittle branches under the grip of his palm, which could teach him to break it at all times.

Although her movements were swift and unexpected, she lost a lot in strength, and her body was not very flexible, and she resisted with bated breath for a while, but she finally couldn't get it. With a sharp sound, the hairpin fell to the ground, and without the threat of the hairpin, He Lu immediately burst into life, but within three or five moves, he put her against the side of the table.

"Slut!" He was furious, stepped on her knees, stepped on her legs and knees and ran over the ground, clamped one of her wrists against her back with one hand, pulled her hair bun with the other hand and dragged her back, forcing her to stand upright, the tiny hairpin between her hair pierced into his palm through the hair, and he was unconscious: "I can't dig open your chest and take a look, you are a heartless person, Ben Khan treats you like this, in exchange for your murder?" ”

There was a stirring in the belly of the wind spirit, her hands were restrained, she couldn't protect her belly, she felt a chill in her heart, and she was determined to go to the trouble with the child in her womb, but she didn't have any worries, and she couldn't fight anymore, so she only said calmly: "When it comes to evil, how can I be as good as one ten-thousandth of you." ”

Heru's gaze shrouded from the top of her head, staring at her calm eyes for a moment, and then slid down her slightly upturned chin to her neck, as she tilted her head, and the neckline of the shirt under her neck was slightly open, revealing a section of delicate and clean skin. He suddenly let go of the bun that was clutching in his hand, and his bloodstained palm slammed towards her neckline.

Feng Ling twisted his body to dodge twice, then he simply let go of the hand that restrained her wrist, grabbed her collar with both hands, and smiled strangely: "You are right, if you want to be vicious, I am afraid that you will only see one in ten thousand......"

The wind spirit raised his arm to push his collar-torn hand away, but it was useless to use a few efforts, and the reaction made Heru more and more arrogant, and simply grabbed her neck with one hand, blocking her breathing.

Taking advantage of the moment when one of his palms was temporarily away, Feng Ling hurriedly reached into the collar of his coat, pulled out a silver chain from it, and slammed it, tearing off the silver chain and holding it high in front of Helu's eyes tremblingly.

The silver chain was like a basin of ice water, pouring it on Helu, and he suddenly pulled out of the burning fire of anger and desire, and he was stunned for a few breaths, and retreated step by step.

Feng Ling rubbed his aching neck, not daring to put down the silver chain, "Helu! It's a shame that you still recognize it! ”

At one end of the silver chain hung a small silver-clad object that was as bent as a crescent moon and had a yellowish color, shaking with the trembling wrist of the wind spirit.

"Wolf Fang...... Wolf Tooth ......" Helu glared and asked in disbelief, "Why are the sacred relics of the Turkic people on you?" ”