It had been a few days since he came out of his teacher's tent, and during these days, Azul had been in the tent all day learning from the great witch sent by Abba, the etiquette of the new blood ceremony he was about to take, and the rules to be taken care of.

These rules and etiquette are numerous and strict, such as the etiquette performed by standing gestures, which are clearly stipulated and cannot be crossed.

Azul has also been very busy with this matter these days, and the great witch is in charge of the large and small sacrifices in the tribe, and his status is high, and he enjoys a high reputation among the tribe.

But he is old-fashioned and old-fashioned, and he can't rub sand in his eyes on the major matter of etiquette.

Every time Azule made a mistake in any part, the big witch sitting on the side frowned and began to count non-stop, and Azule couldn't help it, so he had to be kind and laughable to get by.

It took Azule five days to learn from this great witch before he figured out the process, rules and etiquette of the entire New Blood Ceremony, and the old man also said goodbye to Azule with a relieved face and went back to return to the Lord Shuofeng.

When Azule helped him to the door, the old man did not forget to mention Azule, saying that Azule should pay more attention to the subtleties of etiquette in the past few days to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

After all, when the tribe goes up, they have to go to watch the ceremony, and they can't be a little negligent on this kind of day, seeing Asuldui smiling and agreeing, the old man touched a handful of snow-white beard and got into the carriage.

Seeing that Azule's new blood ritual was imminent, the entire world tent was already very busy.

Draped in lanterns and colorful flowers, the whole world is decorated up and down the big tent out of thin air with a festive taste.

"Come, come, come on, hang this lantern here! Right!

Be careful, if anyone breaks it, the son of the world has added a blockage at this critical juncture, and asked for a bad color, then don't blame me Chu Qiu'er for being ruthless, the big day of the son of the world must not make a mistake, I don't hear it. ”

"Yes!"

Chu Qiu'er was directing a group of servants in the tent to be busy, carefully dressing up all kinds of objects, and there was a smile on his face and between his eyebrows.

Azul, who was sitting in the inner tent and resting, couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw this scene from afar.

"Chu Qiu'er!"

"The old slave is here!"

Seeing Azule sitting in the inner tent and waving, Chu Qiu'er hurriedly replied, dragging his round body and running towards Azule.

"You see, inside and outside the tent, you can get it, and the colors are either red or purple.

And the lanterns that are hanging, you should have hung two rows of me, and you are not afraid that people outside will laugh at me for being cheesy in this big tent of the world.

Oh, what is this rooster stone sculpture standing in the corner! And that, the best white jade carved out three sheep, what are these things! ”

Azule looked at the fat man in front of him angrily, pointed to the strange objects in the courtyard and said, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Shizi, this is the old slave bought from the merchant from the Eastern Continent, and the Donglu people call this a lottery head, and it is auspicious.

Most of these strange-shaped objects were not recognized by the old slaves, and they still inquired clearly in front of those merchants in the Eastern Continent.

The old slave listened to those Donglu people say that the rooster stone carving has the meaning of "good luck in the room", the jade carving of the three sheep has the saying of "Sanyang Kaitai", and there are other objects that also have a unique meaning.

Shizi, you know that the old slave doesn't know a single big word, and he doesn't understand the meaning, but the prince is about to hold a new blood ceremony, which is a big thing, and the old slave bought these back with the icing on the cake. ”

Chu Qiu'er squinted her eyes and touched her head with a smile, pointing to the objects she had bought and said.

But those merchants of the Eastern Continent said that these were all things that could help the prince absorb blessings and bless the prince.

The old slave knew that the prince liked Donglu knowledge, and this thing could pray for the prince, so the old slave was the master and sold it all and brought it back.

There are other styles of this, the workmanship is also very exquisite, the old slave is placed everywhere in the big tent, do you want the old slave to take the son of the world to see again. ”

After speaking, he looked at Azule with a look of anticipation, and after listening to it, Azule was inevitably a little funny in his heart, glanced at the fat face, waved his hand and said.

"Since you like it, then put it in the tent, and I won't look at it anymore.

Those merchants of the Eastern Continent are nothing more than compiling a few names to deceive you and coax you for money.

The utility of those things must also be nothing, accumulated in the library and no one buys it, just buy it is your time, how can it be as magical as you say.

How much money was spent, you should make up for it from the account later. ”

Chu Qiu'er looked anxious and hurriedly replied, causing the fat on his face to tremble a few times.

"Shizi, this is the old slave's heart, where do you need to pay money from the account. The old slave would rather believe in these things than believe in them.

No matter how much money the old slave spends, if he can pray for a little blessing for the son, the old slave will already be satisfied.

The prince raised the money again and tortured the old slave. ”

Before Azule could speak, Chu Qiu'er suddenly trembled and knelt on the ground after speaking, with tears in his eyes, and kept kowtowing to Azule and said.

The son of the world is above, and the old slave has something to say in his heart.

The old slave died of both parents when he was a child, and it was the Maharaja who did not dislike the old slave's humble background, and brought the son of a despicable herdsman with him to serve him.

Later, the Maharaja succeeded to the throne, and thanks to the grace of the Maharaja, he gave the old slave the surname Chu to become the house slave of the Shuofeng family, which was a blessing that the old slave had cultivated for several generations.

After the Maharaja and the Great Lady were married, they were the old slaves of the Maharaja's letter, and the old slaves were called to serve the Great Clan, and the old slaves were endlessly grateful, and the old slaves should try their best to repay the favor in order to repay the Maharaja.

Later, the Da Yan family treated the old slave more kindly, and the son was born, and the old slave was so happy in his heart. ”

Seeing that Asule looked at himself in a daze and didn't speak, Chu Qiu'er closed her eyes, her face was sad, she couldn't hold her teeth, and she gritted her teeth and said.

"Then the big man was killed by the thief, and the old slave couldn't wait to go with the big man that day, but the big revenge of the big man was not avenged, the little master was still young, and the old slave was like ashes, but he could only kill more thieves to avenge the big man.

The enemies are all dead, everything has been decided, the old slave has the grace of the king, and can serve the son with his remnants, how fortunate the old slave is.

Thirty-five years, the old slave is already the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and the old slave can also watch the adult of the son of the world hold a new blood ceremony, and the suffering of the son of the world in the past fifteen years is unknown to others, but the old slave can see one or two in his eyes.

The old slave only hated that he failed to stop the thieves back then, let the prince lose his mother at a young age, and let the prince of the prince suffer from missing his relatives for many years. What's more, the son of the world has always been kind to the old slave, and the old slave has died nine times without regrets!

The great grace of the Great Monarch, the great grace of the Great Clan, the great grace of the son, the old slave can only repay with death! ”

Chu Qiu'er burst into tears and kowtowed, but was held up by Asul.

Azule's eyes were faintly red, and when Chu Qiu'er mentioned the Da Yan clan just now, Chu Qiu'er, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't notice that Azule's body was trembling, obviously thinking of his relatives and grief to the point that he couldn't control himself.

Azule only felt that his nose was sour, his eyes were astringent, and he had not mentioned his grandma in front of outsiders for many years.

Since the death of the Great Clan, Azule has been seriously ill, and his temperament has also changed greatly, as long as he sees something about the Great Clan, or mentions the name of the Great Clan, he is guilty of hysteria, and he sits in a daze for a long time.

When the prince of Shuofeng found out, he issued an order, forbidding mentioning the Da Yan clan in front of the prince, and all the things related to the Da Yan clan were also sent to the king's tent palace to be cleaned up by Abba.

Poor Azul wanted to tell his lovesick and mourning for ten years, but no one could say anything.

Azul shuddered, his fist clenched tightly outside his sleeve,

"I don't blame you, my grandma was shot in order to save me, I was cowardly, if I stabbed the assassin to death with a sword, my grandma wouldn't block the arrow for me, and I wouldn't die."

Azul said, as if he remembered the scene he didn't want to recall.

A child stared in horror at the seriously wounded and dying assassin in the corner, clutching the dagger that Grandma should have, but he did not dare to step forward.

The Assassin took out the bow from his bosom with difficulty, and Mama was helping the accompanying armor to parry the attacks of the other Assassins, so it was the opportunity for the Assassin to shoot a crossbow arrow at herself before he died, and it was Mama who noticed that it was blocking her in front of her.

Azule's fists tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, only to feel that his palms were full of sweat as before.

He will never forget his grandmother's eyes before she died, dim and gentle, like a chrysanthemum lying on the ground in the late summer wind plain, bright but about to wither.

"Grandma doesn't blame you Abba, and you don't blame your Abba.

Grandma can't bear you, you have to live well, promise Grandma, remember to take care of Sister, Azul, Grandma will watch you from the Pantar Heavenly God, don't think about Grandma! ”

Azule muttered these words over and over again in his heart, and the cowardly Azule was in that carriage, dead when Grandma was out of breath.

Died ten years ago, in some dim afternoon.

Grandma, I can hold the sword now, I dare to kill, I don't blame Abba, I hate myself.

I didn't take good care of my sister, I will live well, I remember everything you said, Grandma.

Azule stood up with Chu Qiu'er's round body, patted Chu Qiu'er on the shoulder, smiled and comforted,

"Don't cry, it's still early in the future, you have to worry about the big and small things in the tent in the future, and then I should cry badly, remember that the people of the Chu family can't cry!"

Chu Qiu'er listened to what his son said, and forced a smile, but after hearing Azule's last words, tears suddenly rained down, knocked his head on the ground, knelt down, and roared tremblingly,

"The old slave is willing to be the old dog of the Shuofeng family!"

"The old slave is willing to be the old dog of the Shuofeng family!"