Xiao Cui Xian woke up as early as when her mother fell, and she opened her mouth to cry, and at this time she was stimulated by blood, and she cried even more, but Zhiying was stupid and sat on the ground as if she couldn't hear it.

Facing the moonlight, she saw a tall man standing in front of her, with a turban unique to the outside ethnic minorities on his head, and a pair of green eyes staring at her coldly like a wolf on his face that could not see the outline.

The man's scimitar was still dripping blood, and he threw the headless coachman aside with one hand and began to take off his coat.

Zhiying was startled again, and crawled back with his hands and feet, but without climbing twice, a robe with body temperature covered his head, and the man's indifferent voice said, "Get up, follow me." ”

That's not what it meant...... Zhiying breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body softened.

The man urged impatiently: "Hurry up." ”

This tone should be put on others, Zhiying will definitely say that he doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, where can the immortal stand up, but after just experiencing the almost rape, the man's "not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" made her happy, he must know that he doesn't want to be touched by strange people now, so he didn't reach out to help her.

"Thank you for saving your life." Zhiying staggered to his feet in his robes and followed the man towards the carriage.

The man wiped the scimitar with his sleeve, then withdrew it into the sheath and raised his chin: "Get in the car." ”

It was really more concise than a certain prince, Zhiying didn't dare to say anything, obediently climbed back into the carriage and sit, the man sat on the wheel, shook the reins, and the horse continued to walk forward.

Where is he going to take himself? Zhiying easily put her daughter to sleep, and with some concern, she lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw dozens of semicircular bags gathered on the open and flat ground in front of her, and there were orange lights on, and she understood - this is the tribe of northern nomads.

The appearance of the carriage caused a commotion among the nomadic youths patrolling the periphery, and the man who saved them said something to them loudly, and everyone fell silent and saluted him with their right hands on their hearts.

The man lifted the curtain of the car and poked his head out apprehensively, feeling countless curious eyes looking at him, and the illusion of being placed on the stage.

A girl in a big red robe ran out of the felt tent group, chirping and saying a few words, the man answered her, and the girl ran towards Zhiying, and said to her in Chinese: "Brother let me take you to rest, where are you from and what is your name?" ”

"I ......" Zhiying didn't know how to answer, are they Beidi people, or other nomads? Knowing her true identity, will she have a plot instead?

The girl in red was very enthusiastic and careful, and when she saw that she was inconvenient to answer, she thought that the young men who were watching had frightened her, so she turned her head and said something loudly to the young men, and the young men laughed loudly, and they dispersed, and then the girl said: "My name is Sangduo, and the one who rescued you back is my brother Bomur, the patriarch of our Busha tribe, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you—ah, your clothes are torn, I'll take you to get a new one!" Come, follow me. ”

The Busha tribe Zhiying once heard Cui Jie mention that they are nomads migrating in the Borjik grassland in the northwest of Yanzhou and on the border with Beidi, with no more than 3,000 people, neither taking refuge in the Central Plains nor implicating Beidi, and living a leisurely life of self-sufficiency between the two giants, occasionally entering the customs and exchanging some grain with the Han people, most of the time they live by water and grass, Da Chu stretched out an olive branch several times to recruit An, but they were refused.

Since it is such a nation, it probably won't do anything too much to herself, Zhiying was a little relieved, and followed this Busha girl named Sanduo to her family's felt tent, and what caught her eye was the colorful decorations on the felt wall, and the warm fire evoked the instinct of life, and Zhiying was embarrassed to hear her stomach scream.

Sang Duo trotted to the table and poured her a bowl of goat's milk, Zhiying tasted it, the smell was very strong, but she still drank it hard, after all, she had to live with them next, and the three meals of ethnic minorities still had to force themselves to adapt.

"This is the new dress I just made, let's borrow it for you first," Sang Duo Dong Dong ran into a room, Dong Dong Dong ran out again, and handed her a lake blue women's robe, "Do you want to take a shower?" I told my brother to go to the river and fetch two buckets of water and come back. ”

Zhiying wanted to say that it would not be troublesome, but when she thought that the coachman's blood was spilled all over her body just now, how could she not wash it up, so she nodded gratefully: "Then it will trouble you." ”

Sang Duo smiled and said unkindly, got out of the felt tent, said a few words to Bo Mu'er who was standing outside, and came in to greet him: "Brother is going to fetch water and bathe you, sit down and rest first, and eat a piece of cake!" ”

After eating, taking a bath, Zhiying with the emotion of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, and washed her daughter too, the bloody swaddling clothes could only be thrown away, but fortunately, Sang Duo helped her go to another house to borrow a piece.

Both mother and daughter changed into Busha clothes, looking at no sense of disobedience, and Zhiying couldn't help but smile, this feeling of being tolerant and accepted was really good, and she felt a sense of relief that she had been reborn.

Bomur didn't go back to his felt tent that night, Sang Duo gave the bed to Zhiying, and went to sleep in his brother's bed, Zhiying thought he would have insomnia, but he was too tired, and he fell asleep unconscious as soon as he touched the pillow, and he didn't wake up until dawn.

In her dream, she saw the head thrown by the coachman and the blood rushing to her face, and when the noise outside woke her from the dream, she was sweating profusely, and she didn't even have the strength to get up, so she could only lie on the bed covered with a thick cashmere blanket and gasp for breath.

The Xie family really wasn't ready to let her go, although it was expected, it still made her feel scared for a while, if Bomur didn't show up last night, what would happen to her? Insulted? Killed? Or both? What about Xian'er? It's just unthinkable, a thousand thoughts are nothing more than one thought - fortunately saved.

Today's rare sunny weather, Bomur was turning over the cured meat outside the felt tent, and the afterglow saw Zhiying walking out, and asked without raising his head: "Did you sleep well?" ”

Zhiying [Zongheng] bowed deeply to him gratefully: "Thank you so much last night, I really don't know how to repay you." ”

Sang Duo squatted in the sheepfold and milked the sheep, turned his head and said with a smile: "The rules of our clan, if you want to repay the favor, you must promise to each other, as long as you marry my brother, it will be considered a reward." ”

Zhiying couldn't cry or laugh, and was about to say something, but was preempted by Bomur: "Don't talk nonsense, squeeze the milk for a while, and get someone something to eat first." ”

Sang Duo stuck out his tongue at him, wiped his hands with a cloth towel, beckoned Zhiying back to the felt tent, warmed a bowl of goat's milk for her, and air-dried mutton, white flour buns and other unique foods outside the plug hit the delicately patterned copper plate, full of color and flavor, Zhiying ate beautifully, and then asked, "Is there anything I can help with?" ”

"It's nothing, if you don't think it's good not to do something, just help sweep the house!" Sang Duo casually pointed to the broom and dustpan in the corner.

The felt tent is very clean, there is almost nothing to sweep, of course, Zhiying is not very good at sweeping, can only clumsily left and right, did not sweep out a name, and was seen by Bo Muer, who came in to find something.

"......" Bomur looked at her for a moment and asked, "You used to be a young lady?" ”

Zhiying was embarrassed and replied embarrassedly: "I will learn slowly." ”

Bomur said indifferently: "No need, where is your home, in a few days we will enter the customs to exchange supplies with the Han people, and then send you back." ”

Family? This word suddenly made Zhiying feel a sense of confusion, the world is so big, where is home? Is it the capital where her parents who gave birth to her and raised her and finally ruthlessly abandoned her, or where her husband who doted on her and loved her but couldn't protect her in the end...... Thinking of this, Zhiying couldn't help but feel sad, it turned out that he was a person without a home.

Bomur stared at her face, and spit out a sentence for a while: "If you have something unspeakable, don't force it, my clan has no xenophobia, if you have nowhere to go, you can stay." ”

Zhiying lowered her eyes and whispered, "Thank you." ”

In December of the 40th year of the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, the Buxia people camped on the southernmost slope of the Borjik grassland on the sunny slope to prepare for the winter, and Cui Yi, who was far away in Xuanzhou, also led the army to the north and would soon arrive at Ganzhou Mansion.

"Why hasn't there been any news yet! Are you all eating dry rice? ”

In the tent, Cui Yi angrily lifted the desk, and the wine splashed the spies all over his body, the spies quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, Bailizan persuaded: "The prince is angry, the Xie family intends to expel Mrs., and it will not be easy for us to find traces, this matter must be considered in the long run, and the most important thing at the moment is ......" Before the words were over, Cui Yi kicked the table again and kicked the table into a pile of pieces.

The team going north is still those who went out of the capital, Xie Yuchan, who became the princess, and Xie Yong, the prince's brother-in-law, needless to mention, Bailizan didn't dare to let Lang Yue and Xiao Qiutian dangle in front of the grumpy princess, so he persuaded Cui Yi to temporarily send the two of them to the gang to do chores, with Cao Qian taking care of them, there would be no big problem.

In order to ensure that Cui Yi will not "like the new and hate the old" and fall in love with other girls, the Xie family has almost all the maids in the future Wuwangfu in Ganzhou, either with pockmarked freckles on her face, or so fat that you can hear the sound of meat throwing when she walks, or buckteeth, the kind that can be seen at the end of her grin, which makes Xie Yuchan as beautiful and moving as a fairy.

But even so, Cui Yi is still under the guise of poor health, and he doesn't touch her every day, but Xie Yuchan is very patient when facing him, and she can smile and paste it again when she pushes it away 10,000 times.

The people you want to see can't see it, but the people you don't want to see come to your eyes all day long, no wonder Cui Yi has a big temper, and Bailizan empathizes with him and wants to be himself, and he has the heart to hang himself.

However, if you want to get back Zhiying, you can't turn your face with the Xie family, otherwise what if Zhiying is still in their hands? Once they turn their faces, the mother and daughter will definitely die. And the spies have to pay for themselves, and there is nothing more emaciating than this.

"That'...... The prince rested, and Zan retired first. Seeing that there was no hope of admonishment, Bailizan had no choice but to give up.

The spies were sent to collect the reward, and Bailizan walked alone in the camp. A few days ago, Zhai Rang wrote a secret letter from the capital, saying that the emperor had not been in court for many days, and he had not seen the ministers and concubines, and the city of Zizhang was shrouded in strange clouds, and it was very likely that the sky would change.

As a result, Cui Yi was extremely calm, and said without changing his face: "What's the panic, the throne is for him to sit, and he can sit firmly?" When the king finds the princess back, turn the horse's head and go back to kill him, and then snatch the throne back! ”

Bailizan fell, what is this blind optimism that is detached from the material base?

Cui Yi glanced at him indifferently and said, "You don't believe that this king has this ability?" ”

Is it a matter of believe it or not? Bailizan wiped a handful of sweat, and had to think of another way by himself.