When they arrived at the tribe, the sky was gray, and before they could open their eyes, they were driven out of the car and into a deerskin tent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a short time a few maids dressed as slaves came in and dressed them, and the small tent was full of weeping and miserable women, and the stewards were about forty years old, wearing velvet boots and long braids, and they were impatient to see all the women in the room weeping and mourning.

After the women were freshened and tidy, they wore the gauze clothes of the Central Plains, their figures were looming, and they were like nothing, the four corners of the tent were lit with carbon stoves, and there was a cold wind rolling in the corners, and they could vaguely feel a trace of cold, and the maids of Xinu were wearing thick leather cotton jackets, and the women who were about to be sacrificed were exposed, just a plate of delicacies on the table.

A few timid girls knelt on the ground and begged, but they were slapped by the maid of Xinu and spat out blood all over the ground.

Zhen Yue stood in the innermost, wearing a light green veil, fragrant shoulders were about to come out, her black hair was tied into a long braid, her appearance was as beautiful as a lotus, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a hint of charm in her sick appearance, and she never expected to be taken captive to Hu Hanqing's camp by mistake.

"Are you all ready?"

A clear female voice sounded outside the tent, the curtain moved lightly, several handsome women walked in, the woman walking in front, the dress was beautiful, embroidered with phoenix butterflies, the waist was circled with a royal blue bell, every step was taken, a pleasant jingle crisp sound was made, the woman raised her head high, revealing her white neck, like a proud swan, full of long braids, faintly embellished with five-colored gems, playful and lovely.

"Princess, you're all set." The woman in charge stepped forward and bowed her head in reply, slightly out of the way.

Princess Xinu's name is called Han Xiang, twenty-eight years old, she is a well-known spicy rose on the grassland, she walked around, looking at the trembling women, her eyes showed disdain.

"This, this drags on."

The slender wrist carried a delicate long chain, and with a slight click of the fingers, it pointed to a few handsome girls, and several maids hurriedly stepped forward to drag people.

The girls who were ordered turned pale and shouted for mercy, and the person in charge frowned and stopped: "Princess, these women are all about to be dedicated to Second Master Mo by the king, it doesn't seem good to do this, if the king asks about ......." ”

"Grandma, what's so good about a woman in the Central Plains! If the king is to blame, I will solve it. Huhan Shanla interrupted impatiently.

Without waiting for Grandma to persuade again, she looked up again, Hu Hanxiang was not beautiful, but she had a pair of smart eyes, bright eyes with water, like a talking elf, I saw that her eyes were certain, the corners of her mouth were sneering, and she walked straight to the corner and stood in front of a green gauze woman.

Zhen Yueben was thinking about how to act at night, listening to the distinguished guests in the mouths of these maids, she couldn't help but be a little curious, now Hu Hanqing is the most powerful king on the grassland, and it is probably not an ordinary person to make Hu Hanqing value it so much.

Second Master Mo? Listening to the title, he is not a Xinu person, presumably in order to meet the taste of Second Master Mo, he has taken these girls from the Central Plains to captive, which is really painstaking.

Therefore, Zhen Yue decided to put down the plan to escape for the time being, and find out who this Second Master Mo is!

The bright red boots came into view, there was a thin layer of frost on the soles, and the colorful butterflies on the upper were lifelike, wanting to spread their wings and leap over, Zhen Yue was slightly stunned, and slowly looked up with the red boots, and saw Hu Hanxiang with a disgusted look, and her red lips were extremely gorgeous, all of which were arrogant.

"This woman, drag it out too."

The attendant hurriedly stepped forward, but before she could stretch out her hand, she was stunned by the invisible arrogance emanating from the woman's body, and her hand stopped in mid-air, and she didn't dare to step forward.

"What a guts! You dare to stare at it! Hu Han Xiangla raised his palm and was about to fan it, but before he touched Zhen Yue's cheek, he only heard a crisp click, accompanied by a scream, and the crowded deerskin tent instantly jumped and jumped.

"Someone!"

Several Xinu guards with knives heard the shout, and rushed in in an instant, and saw the noble Xinu princess's wrists bent deformed, her face twitched, and the personal maid beside her turned white with fright.

Zhen Yue stood in the center with a sneer, looking at her with Qi brushing eyes, she was not afraid, the Xinu guards were strong, and several people stepped forward to tie up Zhen Yue, Zhen Yue was intentionally arrested, and she did not fight back.

"Drag her out and lock her up! He was thrown into a tent and then beaten to death. ”

Hu Hanxiang was supported by the maid, and jumped like thunder, and when she saw Zhen Yue's cold eyes shooting, the arrogant princess on the grassland had a trace of coldness on her back, and she unconsciously closed her mouth, aware of her own nest, and her heart was full of anger, thinking that after tonight, she would teach this Central Plains woman who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth a good lesson.

Zhen Yue was thrown into a remote tent, where some hay was piled up, and a hint of extravagance/blood could be smelled on the tip of her nose.

In the cold winter, she was thinly dressed, barefoot, her round toes were purple from the cold, and her cheeks were pale, which aggravated her condition even more.

She twisted her bound arms and moved her wrists lightly, and now she was alone in the tent, and it was easier to move, and if she was sacrificed, it would not be good for her.

The night was bleak, the lights were brilliant, and the wind drove through the tents, bringing in the lingering sound of bells and drums, and even the jubilant sound of men drinking and dancing.

Zhen Yue thought that the banquet must have begun, and the rope on her body was quickly untied, and the corner of her mouth smiled.

The vast grassland is fertile for thousands of miles, brightly lit, illuminating the vast world with dazzling brilliance, the horses of the northwest grazing leisurely in the distance, and the men and women of the tribe dancing around the blazing fire, laughing and rippling, without the trouble of shortage of materials in winter.

The beautiful prairie girl is hot and enthusiastic, dancing sassy, the boots on her feet are crisp, and the men and women dance heroically together, so lively.

The man sitting at the head of the terrace, with a full beard, is very young, and has wild eyebrows like an eagle, and he is the most powerful king on the grassland, Hu Hanqing!

The banquet is left and right, there is no exquisite elegance in the inland of China, but it reveals the informal atmosphere of the grassland people, large pieces of beef and mutton are piled up in the copper plate, gold bottles of spirits, light singing and dancing.

"The second master came from thousands of miles away, Hu Hanqing is very happy, this king is a rough man, there is no golden sentence of humanities crepe in the Guannei, first salute the second master three cups."

Hu Hanqing drank three glasses in a row, the wine bowl was huge, showing boldness, after drinking, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and laughed.

The tribes on the left and right seats are strong and raise their glasses to toast.

Hu Han Xiangla wore a red embroidered dress, red camel hair on both sides of her cheeks, her face was shy, there was no longer a bully in the tent, her bent wrist had been straightened, her beautiful eyes were flowing, her eyes were blazing, and she boldly looked at the VIP seat opposite.

On the VIP seat sat a man in a black robe and silver thread dress, the man had clear eyebrows, a black velvet coat on his shoulders, and his black hair was extremely long, sitting on the velvet blanket, his black and shiny black hair fell on it like a waterfall, he responded lightly to the enthusiasm of the king of the grassland, his expression was indifferent, alienated and noble, and did not make people feel rude.