As soon as Bu Yi Lingyu finished speaking, Snow found An Murong behind him, and he gasped. Then he showed an expression of nonchalant and didn't say anything, humming the little song he had just heard, and then swaggering forward in a whistling manner. Buyi Lingyu sneered and shook her head helplessly.

Gu Qi came from a distance, "King, the yurt has been found." He turned to Anguiga, "I found six, and according to your preference, I bought you the one halfway up the hill." He pointed to the yurt halfway up the hill and said, "There are only three on the mountain, and the other three are at the bottom of the mountain. ”

"Hmm. An Guijia said, "I live in a yurt room with Snow and Buyi Lingyu, and you can freely combine the rest and arrange it yourself." ”

"Good King. Gu Qi said, "Then Wei Sen and I live near you in order to protect you." ”

"I would love to stay with my uncle so that I can hear more stories about him. Snow was pleased to hear this, and before getting on his horse, he spoke,

Anguiga nodded and mounted his horse. An Murong seemed a little reluctant to accept such an arrangement, frowning and looking at his father, and then at Xuenuo, there was a feeling of being forgotten by his father, Mo Da also cast a pity on An Murong, he quietly followed behind An Murong, and it was inconvenient to say anything.

An Guijia saw An Murong's problem at a glance, and said with an easy-going gaze, "A yurt can only accommodate three people, why don't you also live here and squeeze with us?"

"No, father, I still think that I am in love with Uncle Weisen, and Mo Da, the three of us can just squeeze into a yurt, and I think we should have a good conversation. After An Murong finished speaking, Wei Sen and Mo Da showed a hint of a smile.

An Guijia burst into a smile, "I know you are very jealous, but if you understand the life and death relationship between me and Snow's father, and the persistence we swear to protect each other, you will probably understand the surprise that I know Snow is still alive, I even regard Snow as my own son, I hope you can do the same." ”

"Ha!" An Murong nodded, "Father, you can snub me, the eldest son who grew up with you, but you must not ignore my existence." ”

"You're more important to me than Anville, and that's hard to change. An Guijia had a majestic expression.

"Thank you, father, for holding me in such high esteem, but I still don't understand why you think that your tribe is more important than the revenge of your sworn brothers, and even worth the lives of hundreds of thousands of herdsmen up and down the city of Luobu. ”

"I don't need to explain this to you too much, you will understand in the future, children, and you need to know that controlling your emotions is just as important as controlling your weight. An Guijia's expression was serious, and after speaking, he drove the horse forward.

Behind An Guijia, Snow and Buyi Lingyu walked side by side, still interested in the lyrics, and turned around and asked, "Master, do you know the second half of the lyrics?"

"The first half, like the second half, is repeated. Bu Yi Ling Yu explained.

"Ahh ”

"This song has been popular for 600 years, and people pay tribute to a beautiful myth and legend, and few people pay attention to its climax. Bu Yi Lingyu said.

"Six hundred years?" Snow said like an ignorant teenager, "Then Master must know this story, tell me about it." ”

"Good. Buyi Lingyu knew that she couldn't hide, so she nodded and said, "But you have to be ready, this is a tragedy, and you are not allowed to cry after speaking." ”

"I won't, crying is the only way women use to vent their feelings, and men will replace it with calmness and silence. Snow smiled, "Master, speak quickly, I can't wait." He couldn't wait to urge.

"Good. Buyi Lingyu nodded, and then said, "According to legend, more than six hundred years ago, the leader of the alien race ...... in order to curry favor with the leader of the savages on the grassland. Along the way, he told the whole love story of Miss Baya and Artemu, and An Murong, Yangil and Moda were all fascinated by it, "Later, people called Issyk-Kul Lake a lover's tear, and the world wrote songs and stories to commemorate the love story of Miss Baya and Artem, which is still passed down to the world." By the time they said this, they were already standing halfway up the mountain.

The men under him had already led the horse to the stake and bolted it, and Mo Da quickly tied the horse to the stake, and then bolted the horse for An Murong beside him, and put his hand on An Murong's right shoulder to comfort An Guijia's snubbing.

"Lord An, you have to understand your father's original intention, believe in his choice, I sincerely admire your father, he can be said to regard feelings as more important than the country. Wei Sen, who was tying the horse on the side, looked at the unhappiness in An Murong's heart and comforted.

An Murong stared at Wei Sen and asked, "Uncle Wei Sen, do you think so too?"

Wei Sen nodded, "I am a witness at that time, I know their brotherhood better than anyone else, I can understand the king's actions at this moment, Snow is not wrong, and please don't hold a grudge against him." ”

An Murong pursed his lips, his facial expression was a little embarrassed, he nodded slightly, straightened the saber on his waist, and walked towards the yurt.

An Guijia entered the yurt room, a yurt of less than 100 square meters, with everything in it, a large couch covered with felt, and a stove made of clay, in which there was a very strong firewood, and the room smelled warm.

"The King. Gu Qi came from outside the yurt, and Buyi Lingyu and Snow followed one after another, "Wei Sen found a batch of building materials for the caravan, which included felt, carpets, and various kinds of furniture, as well as the caravan's clothes. Gu Qi said and handed a piece of clothing to An Guijia, "This is your clothes." ”

"Good. An Guijia raised his eyebrows, "Since it's a caravan, of course the more things, the better." ”

"Yes, the King. Gu Qi handed out the clothes in his hands to each of them.

"Put all our previous clothes in the furnace and burn them, from this day forward we are a caravan from the south. Anguiga explained to everyone. "In order to make the play well, you have to make a complete set, and the flying pigeon sends a message to Anvel, asking him to collect a batch of goods from the merchant and transport it to us irregularly, and tell Anvel to transport us a batch of fine cloth and jade. ”

Buyi Lingyu nodded at An Guijia's carefulness, he knew that this batch of high-quality cloth and jade would be transported into Fengwei City when the time was ripe, and those who knew Niu Terer knew that this person had a lot of love for jade, and he also had a deep study of jade, if a piece of high-quality jade was placed in front of him, as he loved, he would be able to make friends because of jade.