Wan Yan Ronglie looked at her condescendingly, and did not speak, he frowned, raised the deer leg in his hand, and motioned for her to take it.

Is this, to her boiling this deer?

She smiled at him and nodded, "Okay." He reached out and took the deer's leg, and dragged the deer to the stove with great difficulty, the water was about to boil, and it was just right to peel the skin and put it in the pot. Although she had not done this before, she had to do it now as a servant.

The restless crowd was instantly silent, and she felt the burning gaze of the crowd, stopped dragging the deer, and looked up at them.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Wan Yan Ronglie, who was the leader, smiled happily, he walked up to her, raised his hand and touched her head, and gave her a golden black knife with the length of his arm: "Girl, leave a knife to defend yourself!" ”

"Cousin! She's a Han! Su Wenmei turned her head and met Wu Luolan's gaze as if she was about to breathe fire, and she was looking at Su Wenmei angrily.

Wu Luolan rushed out of the crowd, knelt on one knee, and grabbed Yan Ronglie's hand: "Cousin! She is a Han Chinese of unknown origin. How can you marry such a woman?! ”

Marry? When did she promise to marry him?

Su Wenmei stood up and looked at them sideways: "What are you talking about?" ”

"Isn't it! Could it be that accepting that deer means ......" She seemed to understand, and looked at Yan Ronglie incredulously. "Huihong has such a custom, during the winter feast, the best prey a man gives a woman is to propose to her." Wan Yan Ronglie smiled: "Miss Su, you have accepted the prey of this king, should you regret it in front of everyone!" ”

"Cousin!" Wu Luolan got up from the ground and stared at Su Wenmei fiercely: "She is a Han from an unknown origin!" With her status, how can she be worthy of marrying you? She rushed forward to pull her, but was stopped by Wan Yanrongyeol.

"You like her? Do you want to marry him? Su Wenmei looked at the angry Wu Luolan and asked rhetorically.

"I ...... I ......" Uloran was struck by what she said, her face flushed, and she couldn't find any words to refute for a while.

"Lan'er!" An old minister in the crowd scolded, he walked out and knelt on one knee: "King, the little girl is usually used to flying and domineering, and she has offended the king, please punish the king." ”

"Today's winter banquet, this king doesn't want to spoil the fun, the daughter of Lord Wuluo, just take it home and teach a lesson." After he finished speaking, he took Su Wenmei's hand and wanted to leave.

She was a little confused......

"Brother." Wan Yan Rongyun walked out of the crowd and looked at Su Wenmei helplessly. She hates Uloran very much, her brother's wife is no matter who she is, but she can't be that wild girl who is flying and domineering. She took her hand again, took off a gold and jade bracelet from her hand, and put it on her hand: "Wen Mei, congratulations." ”

The dinner party began after such a turmoil.

Huihong folk style is open, and after the dinner, there is a burst of singing and dancing. Su Wenmei sat far away, holding her cheeks in her hands, watching the lively people around the bonfire. She had just drunk some wine, and was a little drunk, her face was red and her eyes were misty.

She felt more and more desolate. Although the nobles of Huihong are very good to her, the difference in identity and bloodline makes her somewhat estranged from them. Her instincts told her that she didn't belong here. She has no love for men and women, so she doesn't want to marry him.

Life shouldn't be like this.

These days, she keeps having the same dream, in which her father took her to ride a horse on the outskirts of Chang'an; Take her to visit the night market in Chang'an, Chang'an is brightly lit, crowded, and all kinds of shouting are filled, and it is very lively.

Her father was tall and mighty, but he had a loving face.

"Wen Mei." After Yan Rongyun's voice came from behind her, she sat down next to Su Wenmei: "It's lively tonight, why don't you come and play?" ”

Su Wenmei smiled, looked into the distance, and her eyes became ethereal: "I'm thinking about my hometown." She said: "These days, I keep having the same dream, dreaming of Chang'an, dreaming of my father. ”

"Homesick, huh?" Rong Wan looked at her: "If you remember your life experience, you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." She looked at her with bright eyes: "Legend has it that there is a concubine in Chang'an, who once danced in the capital, and later folk women vied to imitate it." Wenmei, can you dance? ”

Dancing? For some reason, Su Wenmei always feels that dancing is something she is very good at.

Such a moonlight, such a scene, she was a little drunk.

She stood up, took off her fur coat, shook off her smoky gray gown, and began to dance. Her lips opened lightly, and she sang along with the dance: "Spring love is only a thin pear blossom, and the pieces are scattered." The sunset is close to dusk, but there are still unsummoned spirits in the world. The silver paper does not dream at the time, and the sentence ......." (from Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty")

Her body is as light as a swallow, her posture is light, she seems to be weak and boneless when she moves, and she grows lotus step by step. The dance is sometimes intense, sometimes tactful. Through her dancing, Wan Yan Rongyun seemed to see the strong spring sorrow of Chang'an.

At the end of the song, Su Wenmei was about to fall. She drank a lot of wine at the dinner, and after the intense exercise just now, she was a little upset, and she only felt that the world was spinning for a while.

A pair of large hands caught her.

It's a beautiful face. He had just been watching her dance, and when he saw something was wrong, he came and caught her.

He frowned, looked down at her, picked her up again, turned and walked towards the wooden house: "Take you to rest." ”

Confused, she reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt. His fiery body temperature came through her thin gown, carrying the unique aura of a man.

He took her back to his room, covered her with a quilt, and touched her head: "You have a good rest, I'll go find you some sobering soup." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.

At this time, people were holding dinner at the edge of the forest, and it was quiet outside, with the occasional sound of insects.

Su Wenmei remembered what happened with Wan Yan Ronglie in another wooden house that day, and she felt even more trance-like. She didn't dare to sleep in the tent where she finished speaking, so she lifted the quilt and walked out of the wooden house.

As soon as I went out, I was hit in the back of the head.

It's Uloran. She was followed by two guards, who were looking at the woman on the ground with hatred.

"Miss, are you going to kill her?"

Kill her outside the door of Wan Yan Rongyeol's room? She's not that stupid!

"You go find a horse, and by the way, find some horse medicine." She said to one of the guards.

Su Wenmei, I didn't kill you, whether you live or die depends on your creation.

After Yan Ronglie came back from looking for the sobering soup, he saw the open door and the quilt that had been lifted in a corner, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Su Wenmei had a long, long dream.

In the dream, his loved ones were beheaded. The tiger's head fell quickly, and the human head hit the ground, and her eyes were blood-red. A woman put her arms around her and covered her mouth to prevent her from making a sound. There were so many people around, bustling, some people turned their heads in fear, some people were making noise, throwing vegetables and leaves towards the execution ground.

She was awakened by the jolting back of a horse. When I woke up, I felt a pain in the back of my head, and my body was tied to a horse, with a rope the thickness of my thumb tied around my waist. The horse was still galloping rapidly, and she couldn't see the road below, and her stomach was a little uncomfortable.

Su Wenmei took out the golden black knife given by the king from her sleeve and pulled the knife out of the scabbard. Laboriously turn sideways and cut the rope.

The horse seemed to gallop to its limit, and one of them stumbled down. She quickly rolled over, but luckily cut the rope in time, so she only suffered a slight abrasion, so that she did not lose half her life.

She stood up and looked at the horse that had fallen on the ground. The horse was drugged and ran violently all night, and was now convulsing violently and foaming at the mouth.

She felt terrible at the sight of the strong horse, which had just fallen to the ground because of the momentum, and was badly bruised on one side of its body, and was gurgling out with blood.

At this moment, she was not afraid, and stepped forward to check on the horse's injuries. In fact, you don't have to think about it to know who did it, it's all your own reasons that involved these innocent horses.

However, the horse did not move after a few twitches, and it died.

I don't know if the smell of blood flowing from the horse is too strong, Su Wenmei saw a pair of green eyes in the night.

By this time it was almost dawn. Through the faint morning light, she gradually saw that it was a wolf! There were twenty or thirty wolves in that group, and they were eyeing her fiercely, baring their teeth, and coming over step by step, revealing full of ruthlessness.

Su Wenmei clenched the golden black knife in her hand, but her other hand couldn't help but clench the scabbard, and her fingertips turned white. Is it going to be explained here today?

As the wolves approached, the leader let out a low roar, and a wolf behind him pounced.

She saw the situation, and when the wolf rushed to her, she threw her head up, raised her knife, and the golden black knife cut through the belly of the wolf who rushed towards her. The wolf's blood spurted down, and her face and body were instantly stained with blood.

The rest of the wolves seemed to be enraged by her action, and they roared and rushed forward.

When the wolf behind rushed up again, she ran to the tree not far away, kicked on the tree, and with the strength of the tree, turned around and stabbed a wolf in the neck, killing with a knife.

Gradually, the dead and wounded of the wolves were left with only a dozen wolves. However, she was exhausted, and her hand holding the golden black knife was trembling.

The wolves rushed up again, and Su Wenmei was tired of coping. Between the swords, several feathered arrows shot out, and the wolves fell to the ground in an instant.

She looked up and saw an army from the Central Plains. She walked over slowly, knelt down on one knee at the man at the head, bowed her head and arched her hand: "General!" ”

The man at the head rode on a tall horse, with a strong body, and his bronzed skin looked a little rough after the baptism of wind and frost at the border pass, but he still couldn't hide the heroic spirit between his eyebrows. He is about thirty years old, but he looks like he has experienced many vicissitudes.

He didn't speak, she continued, "Thank you, General, for saving your life!" ”

The general frowned, his eyebrows full of displeasure: "You are from the Central Plains?" Why do you want to return to the Hongren? He continued: "Lift up your head!" ”

Su Wenmei raised her head and looked straight at the man on the horse.

The man saw her face clearly, but as if he had seen her, he was very surprised: "Zhongwu Marquis? Are you a member of the Marquis of Zhongwu?! ”