Yijiang Chong's feet finally failed to step into Yanfu half a step. Eventually, he left in a huff.

The old lady of the Yan Chen family, like a big Buddha, blocked clowns, demons and monsters like Jiang Chong outside the gate of Yan Mansion, and prevented him from taking half a step beyond the Thunder Pond.

Looking at the frame that Jiang Chong left, the old lady of the Yan Chen family sighed. Her eyes fell on Hongyantang's side. The old lady didn't know why the emperor would send such a person. This kind of person is in charge of Hongyan Hall, will there be a good result?

Yan Ming is gone, everything has changed, and the Yan Chen family is also ready for this change.

At this time, in the clouds of the northern border city, a woman with peerless elegance was standing at the head of the city.

She is Liu Ling, the county lord of the King of Huainan.

At this moment, there are no three followers by his side.

Liu Ling's eyes crossed the bunkers and Jingguan outside the city, and looked at the prairie in the north. She bit her lip tightly and said, "Yan Ming, I just don't believe that you will die so easily!" ”

The wind blew Liu Ling's cloak and her long hair.

She stood at the head of the city, looking at the north, like a spring boudoir, thinking of Yan Ming.

……

Head Manchester City, because the military minister Shan Yu was cut off by the Han army. And the god of cutting is unaware. This kind of thing is often rumored to be miraculous.

It is said that the Han army has wings, and some people even say that the Han army that entered the city is three-headed and six-armed. In the case of rounding up the city, he still retreated and killed Manchester City.

After the centurion who led the Huns to pursue Yan Ming that day came back, he only saw the corpses of two soldiers looking at Yan Ming.

He did not suspect that Yan Ming was a Han Chinese, but thought that it was the special forces of the Han Dynasty who returned and killed the two and robbed or killed the little boy.

In this kind of war, the death of half a person is no longer a big deal.

The centurion didn't take it to heart. Because the sky of the Huns is about to change. The death of the military minister Shan Yu plunged the entire Xiongnu into an unprecedented crisis.

Yan Ming gradually regained his senses, only to feel that his mouth was dry. The whole throat is full of anxious taste.

"Uh-" With a slight movement, a piercing pain came from his leg.

As Yan Ming moved slightly, he made a sound, and immediately felt a little warmth enter his mouth. With a hint of fishiness, with a hint of sweetness.

Yan Ming, who was in a daze, couldn't care so much, and instinctively swallowed all those warm liquids.

Drinking these things, he was confused again.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Ming was woken up by a soft cry.

He opened his eyes, perhaps because he hadn't opened them for too long, and everything around him was blurry.

Yan Ming remembered that he had fainted in the alley of Manchester City, and he thought he was dead. But now it's clearly not dead.

Could it be that the Han special forces came back from lurking and rescued themselves? Yan Ming guessed wildly, and there was a faint milky fragrance in his mouth.

After closing his eyes and relieving himself for a moment, he opened them again, and this time the scenery around him was clear.

He lay on the ground, but there was warmth from underneath him. Surrounded by an earthen wall, it feels similar to the rural mud house he lived in when he was a child, and it is also different from the thatched-roof mud house of the Han Dynasty.

At this time, there were people crying outside, and the voices were very noisy, but there were only occasional words that Yan Ming could understand, and the rest were murmuring unfamiliar words.

"Huns, I'm still in Huns." Yan Ming heard the noisy words around him and immediately woke up.

He first looked at his outfit, and did not move anywhere except for the wound on his leg, which was re-bandaged.

Yan Ming gently propped up his body with his hand, and touched the inside of his boots, the short dagger was still there.

He tried to draw the dagger, but in the blink of an eye, he gave up on the idea.

Listening to the noise outside mixed with the sound of crying, the number of people is at least around a dozen. If you have no-name skills, that's fine. If you go out like this now, you will definitely die without a place to be buried.

"Hey—" A girl's voice came from Yan Ming's ears, and he ran out like a little swallow.

The sound of the girl's grunting came to mind outside, and soon, the crying outside stopped for a moment, and then continued to be heard softly, still crying.

Immediately after, someone pushed the door and entered, and it was two old men wearing Hun robes. One had a sad face, the other had a feather on his head, a red cloth bag tied around his forehead, and a wooden staff in his hand.

The two of them looked at Yan Ming and muttered a lot of words. But it's all Hun dialect, and Yan Ming can't understand it. I just saw that the sad old man looked at Yan Ming from time to time, and the old man wearing a red cloth strip pointed at Yan Ming with a wooden stick and kept talking.

At the end, the old Hun man with a wooden staff was still kneeling on the ground, looking at the roof with his eyes, as if he could see through the roof and look to the sky, and said a lot of words reverently.

The sad old man also knelt down and kowtowed, with the same piety on his face.

After the two old men finished tossing, the old man with a wooden staff muttered a lot to Yan Ming, and seeing that Yan Ming did not react, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Ming's chin, and before Yan Ming could resist, his hand had already retracted.

I saw him shake his head at the sad old man, as if to say that Yan Ming was a mute.

The sad old man looked at Yan Ming, his eyes were red, he reached out and stroked Yan Ming's head, and said a few words.

Yan Ming could see that the two Hun old men had no ill will towards him, especially the sad old man, who seemed to have a trace of affection for him.

The two of them talked for a long time, and a Hun girl with red cheeks on the side kept looking at Yan Ming with big shining eyes.

The girl had the characteristic face of the northern nomads, her cheeks were red from the wind, and even the tiny capillaries could be seen. The skin is slightly darker and looks healthy. A pair of eyes are very bright and very divine. She is also a little taller than the girls in the Central Plains.

A suit of Xiongnu unique clothes is worn on the body, and there is a unique beauty of foreign races. A bulky dress can't hide the fiery wildness of the girl's figure.

If it weren't for the bloodshot on her face due to the wind and sun, this girl would be quite a beautiful woman.

Seeing Yan Ming staring at herself, a smile appeared on the girl's face, but she immediately took it back.

After all, the owner's family was in the middle of a funeral.

Yan Ming didn't know how long he had been asleep, in fact, he had only slept for one night before he was rescued by the owner of this house.

"From now on, you will be the elder brother of the Tumi family. Let's go out and send off your two brothers and meet the Immortal Heaven. The little girl said, and it didn't matter if Yan Ming understood it or not, she came up and pulled him.

The sad old man pointed to the wound on Yan Ming's leg, and was about to stop it, but was stopped by the old man with a wooden staff. After the two of them said a few words, the old man no longer stopped the girl from coming to pull Yan Ming.

Seeing the injury on Yan Ming's leg, the girl stuck out her tongue, did not deadlift, but carefully helped Yan Ming and walked out.

Outside was a large courtyard with two door panels side by side, on which two bodies lay on them.

Seeing the two corpses, Yan Ming was shocked, and his hand involuntarily touched his waist, but he felt empty.

The two people on the ground were the two Huns he shot and killed.

(Thank you for the re-reward of 'Smelling Fragrance and Reading 69', and thank you to the book friends who insist on voting for the author these days, thank you!) ）