"It's Tuyuhun." A young man who had been taken captive next to him said to Huang Li.

"Tuyuhun?"

Mu Yunyin was secretly anxious in her heart, they were taken captive as slaves, this is a small kingdom in the northwest corner of Daliang.

Pity those women who are a little beautiful, they are all picked up by some people with status. The cries of those women made Mu Yunyin's heart feel as uncomfortable as being pinched.

Those women, who have a good fate as concubines, and those who have a bad fate become domestic prostitutes, and some do not even have the status of domestic prostitutes, and they have been slaves and prostitutes all their lives.

Seeing this, Huang Li secretly admired the foresight of his girls, if they weren't wearing men's clothes, I am afraid they would have been taken away.

The rest of the men were generally assigned to the families of the powerful as slaves.

A leader who seemed to be in his thirties and looked heroic, circled around Mu Yunyin and Huang Li, and suddenly grabbed Mu Yunyin's hand.

Huang Li was so frightened that he was about to scream, but when he saw Mu Yunyin forcibly calming down, he gritted his teeth and swallowed back the voice he was about to shout.

"If you read a book, can you write kanji?" The leader asked.

This leader looked at Mu Yunyin's little hand and looked very strange, Han Xiaolang's hand was so white and tender?

"Yes, both of us." Mu Yunyin hurriedly pointed at Huang Li and replied.

"Okay, then I want you two."

The doubts in the leader's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the hands of the Han people who read books were not as rough as their hands with knives.

Mu Yunyin and Huang Li were tied to the hands of the middle-aged leader with a rope and taken to a mansion.

In this vast grassland, there are mostly some simple and demolitionable tents, and there are generally no fixed houses, and it is rare to be able to build a house with the style of the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains and exotic characteristics.

Although this mansion is located in the Tuyuhun tribe, the mansion has the imprint of the Han nationality everywhere.

There are lanterns with Han characteristics hanging in the house, and Chinese characters are written on the big red lanterns. The windows were covered with curtains, and if it weren't for the ornaments made of animal skins hanging on the pillars, Mu Yunyin would have thought that they had come to a Han family.

"Mother, my son has brought you two Han Chinese, they can write Chinese characters, and my mother wants to copy the scriptures, so let them help you copy them."

With the man's voice, a lady in her fifties, who looked very Peugeot, walked out with the help of the maid.

This is the widow of King Tuyuhun Xian, Mrs. Li, a Han woman.

Mrs. Li glanced at Mu Yunyin and Huang Li, looked up and said to the man:

"Tuto, mother's future food, you can send more rice, mother wants to eat things from her hometown."

"Yes, Mother."

The man, Tuto, immediately ordered the men who followed him to fetch food, and he himself wanted to stay and eat with his mother, but his mother refused.

"A lady in your house is about to give birth, you go back and see her."

Tuto listened, bowed and withdrew.

After Mrs. Li waited for her son to go out, she turned her head and asked Mu Yunyin and Huang Li.

"Do you recognize the words of many teenagers?"

"My mother and grandmother taught me to read and write since I was a child, and she also knew how to read and write." Mu Yunyin pointed at Huang Li and said.

Copying scriptures and books, this kind of thing must be grasped, otherwise you have to go to the field to herd cattle and sheep, or even do even harder things.

"Then you two will help me copy these scriptures today."

Mu Yunyin and Huang Li nodded in agreement, and the two of them copied the scriptures neatly.

The maidservant respectfully showed the scriptures copied by the two to Mrs. Li, who quietly looked at the scriptures in her hand and said to the two:

"Come here."

The two of them walked over, not knowing what Mrs. Li was going to do.

"Hold your hand out." Madame Li's voice was a little kind.

Mu Yunyin and Huang Li obediently stretched out their hands, just as the so-called people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads.

"You were just taken captive?" Mrs. Li looked at the hands of the two and said.

"Yes, ma'am." Huang Li replied.

Mrs. Li stopped talking, and silently turned around and entered the bedroom.

"These are two girls dressed as men, and they are smart enough to escape the fate of being ravaged."

Sitting in the bedroom with the lights flickering, sorrow crept into the eyes of this lady.

Looking at his hands, he vividly remembered the scene of being tied to the bed thirty years ago after being caught back for escaping.

His hand was strangled with hemp rope, and he was unable to take a pen to copy a complete scripture. As long as you hold the pen for a long time, your hand will spasm, and the words you usually write are also crooked, Mrs. Li squeezed her hand tightly, tears rolling in her eyes.

This night, Mu Yunyin and Huang Li slept in a small room, the night wind outside whined all night, and occasionally heard the howl of wolves in the distance.

The two of them copied a thick stack of scriptures for Mrs. Li for several days.

Mu Yunyin is very strange, in this long wind and sand, in the vast grassland of Tuyuhun, there are people like Mrs. Li who believe in Buddha.

With the knowledge she knows, Mu Yunyin knows that the kingdom of Tuyuhun advocates shamanism, why does Mrs. Li believe in Buddhism?

On this day, when Mu Yunyin and Huang Li gave the copied scriptures to their wife, the lady asked them to sit down.

"Are you from Liang or Wei?" Madame asked.

"Mrs. Hui, we are from Liang Kingdom." Mu Yunyin replied honestly.

"Where are you from Liang?"

"Jiankang."

"Jiankang?" Madame's slightly cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is the stone arch bridge in the south of Jiankang still there?" Madame asked.

"On the arched bridge, the eyes of the small stone lions on both sides are still vivid." Mu Yunyin said.

"Is that little willow tree still alive under the arched bridge?"

"Mrs. Hui, those four willow trees have grown into towering trees."

When Mrs. Li heard this, her eyes were filled with tears.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" Huang Li hurriedly asked.

Mrs. Li didn't answer Huang Li's words, stared at Mu Yunyin's face and asked:

"Since your family is in Jiankang City, why did you come to the northwest of Liang Kingdom? Don't you know that it is the junction of Wei, Liang, and Tuyuhun? ”

"Madam, we are here to find someone, all the way from Jiankang, and we arrived here unconsciously."

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for? ”

When Huang Li heard this, he didn't know how the girl would answer, but Mu Yunyin said softly:

"Looking for my cousin."

When Mrs. Li heard this, the corners of her mouth moved slightly invisibly, and she suddenly asked Mu Yunyin and Huang Li to go out.

"Get out, and you go out."

The two maidservants beside Mrs. Li were also driven out by Mrs. Li.

Looking at the empty room, tears rolled down Mrs. Li's eyes.

"It's been more than thirty years, are you still alive?"

The arrival of Mu Yunyin and Huang Li reawakened the memories that Mrs. Li had buried for more than 30 years.

Thirty years ago, after a lover who was studying in Jiankang, whispered goodbye to her on the arched bridge, he said that he was coming to Wudu to visit his relatives.

After the lover left Jiankang, there was a riot in Jiankang, and her parents took her to Wudu to join her relatives.

She was sixteen years old at the time, and she was very happy in her heart, her lover had also come to Wudu before, would they meet in Wudu?

But what she met was Tuyuhun's people who came out to rob, she was robbed by a tribal leader, and was later forced to marry and have children by King Tuyuhun.