The wind was howling in my ears, and the frost on the ground did not disperse for a long time. Fortunately, the sheepskin jacket on his body is very thick, and he does not feel cold.

Xue Ling lay on the ground bored, finished eating the grass roots in his hands, and played with a thin mist, and when the fog cleared, he counted the clouds in the sky. It wasn't until ten o'clock in the middle of the day that I heard someone in the distance, and when I stood up, I saw that three or four people were breaking thin ice there.

It's stupid, the best place to get water is where you lie down. While thinking about it, Xue Ling grabbed two handfuls of withered grass and muddy water and wiped a few handfuls on his face, picked up the bag of gold ingots and jade beads and ran towards those people.

When he got closer, he staggered and fell at the feet of a person, and the things in his baggage fell out of the ground, dazzling the eyes of several people.

"Take me....home..... take me home". Xue Ling repeated these four words incoherently in a slur language, his hand grabbed the leg of one of his trousers, and the purple strip on his fingernail was particularly conspicuous.

When she was a child, the old man would tell all kinds of interesting things, including the peculiar custom of the Qiang people.

It is rumored that the five tribes of the Hu people were also very serious in internal strife long ago. At that time, the Karma were particularly weak, and because of the dispersion of their tribes, their people were often taken captive by other peoples. In order to identify himself with the people of the tribe, Gu Yi will use a unique red yeast material to tattoo on his nails, which usually does not appear, and only appears when soaked in a kind of purple berry water that is dense with the Qiang tribe.

In times of turmoil, this law gave a large number of people the opportunity to be saved. When the next five were relatively peaceful, they were used to make code words for the Qiang people.

Xue Ling listened to it at that time, and learned the phrase "take me home" vividly. turned to tease Xue Li, and said that one day he would steal some purple berries to see if there was really such a magical thing in the world.

However, to this day, she still doesn't know what the hell the red yeast purple pulp is, and the line on her nails was pierced with paint a few days ago, and it is estimated that she will have to reveal the filling as soon as she soaks in water.

Several people obviously didn't expect someone to suddenly come out and kick Xue Ling away. Instead, he said a bunch of things in the Chinese language.

Xue Ling couldn't understand a word, there was really nothing he could do, so he simply repeated it a few times: "Take me home, take me home." Then pretended to faint.

Before fainting, he didn't forget to stretch out both hands in the middle of the scattered pile of gold and jade.

Then he heard a few people whispering, and the excitement could be heard in his tone, and Xue Ling squinted as they picked up those gold and silver treasures.

Finally, someone sighed and grabbed Xue Ling's hand. I looked at it finger by finger for a long time, and then there was a burst of incomprehensible chatter.

Xue Ling lay there, thinking that the Buddha blessed, this thing wants to be spiritual.

Someone still dragged her up and resisted on her back. Xue Ling swayed on his back and thought: People with high status of the Hu nationality will always know Chinese around them. With all that pile of valuable things, the lines on her nails, these fools shouldn't have dragged her to some bush and threw them away.

Twisting his wrist slightly, he felt that the peace in it was still there, and the panic in his heart could be slightly relieved.

The water source is naturally not far from the tribal tent, and it will not take long to arrive. Xue Ling secretly watched a few people go around between several tents, and put his mind at ease, there should be no chaos.

Finally arrived at the most gorgeous tent she had seen before, and a guard at the door stopped a few people, Xue Ling had to quickly pretend to be unconscious, and then was thrown on the ground. Listening to a few people who didn't know what to say, and then ten fingers were touched again and there was no movement for a long time.

Xue Lingzheng was puzzled, and suddenly felt that something was stabbed in the middle of his person. She was pretending to be dizzy, and she felt even more unbearable pain, so she quickly opened her eyes, and she couldn't stop her tears.

touched the middle of the person, there were blood beads on it, and he had to curse secretly: "It's really a barbarian." Just pinch it. ”

was in pain to himself, and suddenly his neck was cold again. When she looked closely, someone put a knife on her neck and asked something. She really didn't understand, so she had to raise her head away from the blade, and continue to repeat the sentence in fear, "Take me home." ”

The person in front of him seemed to be quite surprised, and asked in a stiff tone.

The appearance of the Qiang tribe is too obvious, and it is not surprising that it is to be seen.

"My mother is a Karma." Xue Ling tried his best to make his tone more pitiful, and sat on the ground with a fluttering look in his eyes.

The person in front of him had doubts on his face, and he didn't know if he was suspicious or didn't understand at all. After thinking for a moment, he picked up Xue Ling and entered the tent.

The charcoal fire in the tent was blazing, and the heat was blowing in the face. Xue Ling was carried in front of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, and he heard them mutter.

The young man looked at Xue Ling suspiciously: "Are you a Qianren?" ”

Listening to what he said very disoriented, Xue Ling let out a sigh of relief, and finally someone came to speak.

She replied, still with the same timid expression, "Yes." ”

The young man circled around her a few times, stared at her face carefully, and then sat down on a chair decorated with a wolf's head, and looked at Xue Ling condescendingly: "How can there be an underdeveloped lamb like you in our clan, wolves are not rare to eat." ”

Xue Ling knelt on the ground and muttered, "My mother is a Hu person." Anyway, she hasn't seen her mother like when she was born, so let's make up a sentence first.

The young man stood up again and walked in front of Xue Ling, pinched Xue Ling's face and raised it to look left and right carefully, his eyes seemed to be quite curious: "The mongrel looks like this, it seems to be completely Han?" ”

The person who brought Xue Ling in said something in the Chinese language, and the young man's expression became solemn, and he looked at Xue Ling without speaking.

Xue Ling was afraid of revealing his stuffing, so he hurriedly added: "Mother, mother, mother, is only half of the Qiang bloodline." ”

"That's a hybrid of hybrids? No wonder". The boy looked suddenly enlightened. He used harsh words, but there was no sense of sarcasm, but his demeanor was very arrogant. It's as if discussing cattle and sheep and livestock yourself.

But Xue Ling was still a little unhappy, lowered his head and didn't speak.

The young man was very excited, squatted down and asked Xue Ling: "Forget it, what are you doing here, you still have these things with you." What did you steal and get kicked out? You bastards are like this, greedy for the wealth of the Central Plains, looked down upon, and remembered the good of the grassland. ”

His words were full of pride and pride, and Xue Ling felt sour when he heard it. Once upon a time, she was also so fearless in Pingcheng, carrying Xue Yi on her back and speaking coldly.

The boy in front of him was not as vicious as he imagined, but a bit like a naughty child who had not yet grown up. Yes, it's very easy to deceive.

Xue Ling trembled and said, "No, they hurt my mother." I think.. I want to steal their food. ”

"Grain and grass? Whose food and grass. ”

"It's Anseong."

"You bastard, do you think you're stealing food and grass?" The young man threw a night pearl that he had just taken from Xue Ling's pile of things on the ground.

This thing is rare in the grassland, but it is not very rare. You can't eat, you can't drink, and you may not be able to exchange cattle and sheep for herdsmen. I'll just take it to please the calves of other tribes. However, he is the youngest son of Emperor Qian, and he was born with the eyes of the old princess, so he is useless to please others.

"I have a secret passage map of Anseong."

"You have.... What do you have? The boy looked incredulous.

Xue Ling pulled out a few pieces of paper from her sleeve, she hadn't taken a shower for a few days, and there was a lot of dirt on her body. The temperature in the house was high, and I was already sweating. It's okay to hold the jacket, but this pull, the strange smell makes me a little dizzy.

The young man didn't seem to care much about the grain and grass, so he didn't even look at the picture, and pushed her away and said, "You go wash first, what kind of mongrel smell." ”

Xue Ling's heart trembled, and when she saw the young man stretching out his hand, she subconsciously wanted to take peace, and almost showed her stuffing.

The young man explained a few words to the people around him, and shouted out the door again, and a few maids came in and pulled Xue Ling to leave.

Whether it is a barbarian or a Han, the superior will never be able to understand the suffering of the people, Xue Ling thought in the bathtub.

The climate and environment here are much worse than those in the Central Plains of Liang Kingdom, and this bathing thing is not ambiguous. There was also a lot of goat's milk in the water, and if she didn't have to do something, she felt that she could soak it for several hours.

On the way, the maid sent another set of clothes, with strong characteristics of the Qiang nationality. After Xue Ling washed and put it on her body, she found that she was more than one size bigger, and she looked more and more petite.

tied his hair behind his head, and followed a few maids into the young man's tent, only to find that in addition to the young man, there were several more people in the tent.

When the young man saw Xue Ling, he was stunned for a moment. He walked up to Xue Ling again and took a closer look: "The mongrel is actually very good-looking." He really thought Xue Ling was good-looking, and he said it unabashedly.

The people of the Qiang tribe are fond of the fierce leopard jackal. But the mongrel in front of him was white and pure, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, like a newborn lamb pinched by someone's neck. It's soft and tender, and he also thinks it's good-looking.

Xue Ling bypassed him, walked to the table, laid out a few pictures, turned around and said:

"Little Wangye, my name is Xue Ling."