"My mother said that my father is burly and brave!" She held her head high proudly, forcibly hiding the impulse in her heart to get rid of. The spring water in her eyes was rippling with blue waves when she saw the man.

He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the wool on his beard fluttering in the sun. The sound was like a whining wind blowing through an empty cavern. The man's thug dream slapped the girl's shoulder, and the girl's small body was swayed by the hammer. "Good! Good! You're my girl! He didn't care where the young girl in front of him came from, he just looked at the helpless and beautiful looks.

Salib's uncle had been brewing for a long time and finally poisoned Salib's dishes. Salib was physically strong, but he was still desperately rushing out despite being poisoned. His uncle thought he had gone after his short-lived father. In the past two days, he has been in such a happy mood, with the throne in hand, and the women of the tribe paying tribute in a steady stream, he is naturally easy to get carried away, and he does not have the previous suspicions.

The girl in front of him looked very delicious, and he only swallowed saliva in his stomach. It doesn't matter if she is a daughter or not, it's good to be by her side! The uncle smiled lewdly, patted Meng Yining on the shoulder, and announced loudly: "He will be my daughter in the future!" The crowd behind her cheered, and the girl smiled with a red face.

She was first placed in Salib's uncle's tent, which was covered with wolf and tiger skins. Meng Yining turned around, and saw that the old man who had arranged everything was back, and called sweetly: "Daddy......" The man's eyes flashed, and he came over and wanted to put his arm around Meng Yining's shoulder. She turned around slightly, dodged, picked up milk tea from the side, poured a cup and handed it to her. "My mother said that my father was a big hero. When I saw it today, it was true. ”

The old man likes others to praise him the most, and he is so happy that the fat on his face trembles. He said loudly: "It's a great joy to know my daughter, and tonight's banquet will be a good one for you!" But instead of drinking the milk tea that was handed him, he put it aside.

Meng Yining's heart sank, but he still said as if he hadn't seen anything: "Thank you, Dad!" ”

The night on the grassland is more empty and beautiful than the city, and the stars are dotted and shooting stars pass by. The small torches are as beautiful as the red lotus blooming in the dark. The fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the rich aroma of roasted whole sheep penetrated Meng Yining's mouth and nose. The smell of cumin and grease lingered in her mind. The tribes on the grassland wore beautiful, red and green clothes, wore braids, and sang with oil and rice drinking milk tea.

The strong men stood in a row and competed in martial arts on horseback. The women pulled the children and made a noise, as if there had not been such a lively prosperous era on the grassland for a long time. People had just woken up from the panic of this old man killing the king and seizing power, and even if they lamented the loss of Salib, it was to no avail. They have to look forward and trust those on the throne. Even though they are confused about the future, they have no choice.

Meng Yining suffered from the clothes on the grassland, and the maid combed her with a long braid. She dangled the pebbles of the pointed hat on her head and stood beside the old man. Her eyes were hot, and she seemed to be full of love and longing. The old man caught a glimpse of the girl's shy but unconcealed reverence, and his heart softened.

She is as beautiful and clear as the moonlight on the grassland, the flowers on the grassland, and the lake on the grassland. He stroked Meng Yining's hair and pinched the small pompom on her hat in his hand.

Meng Yining smiled sweetly, "Dad...... I've taken some dried fruit, you can taste it......" she said, she stubbornly broke the old man's thick palm with her little white hand, and put the dried fruit in the palm of her hand. Although the man smiled on the surface, no matter how proud he was, he was still wary of a girl of unknown origin. He casually put them in his pocket, took out two more and returned them to Meng Yining, "Why don't you taste them?" ”

The girl didn't know anything, stretched out her hand and put it in her mouth without hesitation, nodded and said, "It's really delicious, and Dad knows to leave good dried fruits to his daughter." ”

The old man laughed, and the spit spewed into the flames.

The people next to the bonfire sang and danced back and forth, and Meng Yining suddenly flashed and seemed to see a familiar voice. She looked around twice, but she didn't see the tall Salib. But in a corner, I saw a rickety man. The man was hunched over and hunched very badly. He sat quietly on crutches. Meng Yining was happy in her heart, but she couldn't imagine that Salib used this posture to cover up her figure. Otherwise, he was tall and big, more burly than the bravest man on the prairie, and would surely have forgotten it at a glance in the crowd.

"Let's go—back to the tent!" The old man yelled, pulled Meng Yining and walked to the tent. She received Salib's fiery gaze and reached behind her back in a 'click' gesture to kill.

Salib saw that the two of them were originally ready to treat him in the same way, but now it seems that Meng Yining has changed his method of killing. Presumably because there was not enough opportunity to poison him, or because his uncle was too scared to eat strangers' food. And Meng Yining did try several times, but they all ended in failure. But the dagger on her body, hidden under the layers of her skirt, made it very difficult for her to pull it out.

There is a tradition of feasting of the steppe tribes.

The king sat in the middle of the tent, beside his men. In order to highlight the joy with the people, the men and women of the tribe, even the old, weak, sick and disabled, could eat, drink, sing and bless the periphery of the big tent. Salib was hunched over in the crowd. He was dressed in a gray robe out of nowhere, like a beggar who couldn't attract the slightest attention from others. He crouched in a corner and looked at the little girl smiling.

This was the second time he had looked at Meng Yining's appearance seriously. The first time was in the morning when Meng Yining went to the herdsman's house to pick out a dress for herdsmen, she was good-looking, and the pear vortex seemed to be a drunken wine. Now in the light of the fire, she is like a little phoenix, and she feels all under control in her eyebrows and eyes.

She is petite, but very down-to-earth and generous.

She was thin, but resolute and strong.

Yesterday she promised to help herself, and Salib's heart, which had never been pounding, suddenly beat violently. She was as bright as the sun, and told him firmly, "I will help you." "She has the delicacy that a prairie woman does not have, but she has the heroism of a girl galloping on horseback.

Meng Yining narrowed his eyes and glanced at each other with Salib, and between the collisions, the flames shone brightly. Although the two have known each other for a short time, they have a good heart.

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