Beneath your feet is a thick meadow, and although the moonlight is not very bright, the green of the meadow is clearly recognizable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, it was still winter, but there was green grass here, Wu Zhiyuan felt strange, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Slowly climbed up the small hill, the noise became clearer, in order to prevent being discovered, Wu Zhiyuan climbed to the top of the hill with his waist bent, and followed the sound to quietly look at the opposite hill.

I saw a few bonfires burning in the leeward of the hill, and a group of people sat around the bonfire drinking and having fun, and there were several women in strange costumes dancing with the pipa and other musical instruments, and the laughter and noise were made by these people. Wu Zhiyuan saw that none of these people's clothes were Han costumes, but some of them looked like the costumes of the Hu people painted on the murals.

There were several tents set up not far from the campfire, one of which was slightly lit with oil lamps, and the rest were pitch black. Wu Zhiyuan noticed that in the tent with the lights on, there was a faint shadow of a woman cast on the tent, and the woman seemed to be sitting upright, and the shadow cast on the tent was motionless.

Although these people are not Han Chinese, there is always a sense of intimacy when they see them in this kind of place, and Wu Zhiyuan has not eaten since he came to the foot of this Yin Mountain, he wants to go over to ask these people for some food, and more importantly, ask them about the news of the Moon Shadow Fuxian.

With this in mind, Wu Zhiyuan no longer hid his whereabouts, stood up directly, and trotted straight from the small hill to the crowd around the bonfires.

Everyone was still hustling, or singing loudly, or pushing cups and changing lamps, or dancing, and no one noticed the approach of Wu Zhiyuan, a stranger.

Wu Zhiyuan walked to the bonfire and saw a Hu man in his thirties drinking mare's milk wine with a leather wine jug in one hand, and half a leg of mutton roasting on the fire with the other, so he walked up to the Hu man and asked politely: "This big brother, I have something I want to ask you." ”

As soon as the words came out, Wu Zhiyuan regretted it, how could Hu Ren understand his Chinese?

Unexpectedly, it was not that the Hu man did not understand his language, but it seemed that he didn't hear Wu Zhiyuan talking at all, and he was drinking wine and barbecuing meat, as if Wu Zhiyuan didn't exist.

Wu Zhiyuan stared at the Hu man for a long time, and when he saw that he ignored him, he got up and walked to the side, and casually stopped a Hu woman with a fruit plate, and was about to speak, but saw that the Hu woman didn't look at Wu Zhiyuan, walked directly past him, walked directly past him, and walked to the crowd around the bonfire with the fruit plate, laughing with everyone.

At this time, Wu Zhiyuan realized that this crowd seemed to be a little weird, Wu Zhiyuan was dressed in Han costumes, which was an anomaly for these Hu people, and he was still a stranger, why did they break into this Hu camp, they had no vigilance and precautions? It's as if he didn't see Wu Zhiyuan's existence at all, as if Wu Zhiyuan and them are in two different worlds?

Wu Zhiyuan looked at the noisy crowd around him, looked at every face with a strange smile, and felt a chill coming from behind him, he slowly withdrew from the crowd, watching the hustle and bustle of everyone vigilantly and suspiciously.

Suddenly, Wu Zhiyuan's eyes caught a glimpse of the tent with oil lights not far away, the figure of the woman in the tent was still sitting upright, if it weren't for the high bun on her head, Wu Zhiyuan might think that she was the Moon Shadow Fuxian. Because from the figure reflected on the tent, it can be seen that the woman's figure is tall, not much different from the Moon Shadow Fuxian.

"She has a bun?" Wu Zhiyuan's heart moved, "Having a bun shows that she is not a Hu person, is she a Han person?" ”

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly bypassed the crowd and walked in the direction of the tent.

Walking to the tent, Wu Zhiyuan stood for a moment, not knowing how to speak, after all, there was only one woman in the tent, and this place was far away from the crowd.

While wandering, Wu Zhiyuan heard a sound of footsteps behind him, and he hurriedly dodged and hid beside the tent, poking his head out slightly to check the situation in front of the tent.

I saw a drunken man holding a wine bag in his hand, so he drank the wine and burped and staggered towards the tent, his steps were unsteady, and he was obviously almost drunk.

Wu Zhiyuan hid beside the tent and did not show up, but watched the drunken man's actions.

The drunk man walked to the tent, opened his mouth, and said a few words to himself, not Chinese, so Wu Zhiyuan didn't know what he was talking about. But his noble Hu people's clothing is very different from other Hu people, and he should be the leader of this group of Hu people.

The drunk man craned his neck, drank the last sip of wine in the wine bag into his stomach, and then threw his hand, and the wine bag arced in the air and landed at Wu Zhiyuan's feet.

Wu Zhiyuan remained silent, and saw the drunk man laugh a few times, lifted the curtain of the tent, and lowered his head and got into the tent.

"What are you going to do?" A woman's voice was heard in the tent.

Wu Zhiyuan was slightly stunned, because the woman in the tent spoke Chinese, not the language of the Hu people in the Western Regions.

Before the woman could finish speaking, she heard the drunken man laugh lewdly, followed by several exclamations, and the sound of a clay pot falling to the ground was heard in the tent.

There was no need to think about it, Wu Zhiyuan had already guessed what was going on inside. Not to mention that there is a Han woman in the tent, even if it is a Hu person, Wu Zhiyuan will come to the rescue, this kind of thing is not a man will stand idly by.

Wu Zhiyuan appeared from the tent, directly opened the curtain and rushed in, and at a glance saw that the drunk man of the Hu people was pressing the woman under him. The woman wanted to struggle, but the drunk man had a brute force, and at this time her hands were tightly grasped by the drunken man's hand, and she couldn't move at all.

The drunken man pressed the woman's hands with his left hand, and reached under the woman's skirt with his right hand, and was taking off the woman's underwear.

Wu Zhiyuan was filled with righteous indignation, stepped forward and grabbed the drunk, secretly lucked his vitality, lifted him up, and threw him aside.

The drunk rolled on the ground a few grunts, hit the lampstand next to the curtain before stopping, he stood up suddenly, scolded a few words that Wu Zhiyuan couldn't hear, and then rolled up his sleeves, and pounced on Wu Zhiyuan like a hungry tiger.

Wu Zhiyuan sneered, dodged sideways, and the drunk man threw himself into the air, and his limbs fell to the ground and ate. Wu Zhiyuan didn't give him a chance to turn over, raised his foot and kicked him under the armpit.

The drunk man snorted, was kicked by Wu Zhiyuan and turned over a few times, and just rolled in front of the woman.

At this time, the drunkard's wine had already woken up a little, he sat up, shook his head vigorously, and sobered himself up, as if Wu Zhiyuan's kick did not cause him any harm.

When the woman on the side saw the drunk man wake up, she pulled the Hanfu on her body with a frightened face, and kept retreating into the corner.

Wu Zhiyuan was afraid that the drunk man would hold the woman hostage, so he hurriedly stepped forward to protect the woman's thoughtfulness, he didn't pay attention to the woman's appearance from the moment he entered the tent, and at this time, he inadvertently glanced at the woman, and looked at the woman, and couldn't help but feel a shock all over......