Yuwen Xuancang had already ordered a few side dishes and instructed Xiao Er not to put spicy food.

He still remembered that she couldn't eat spicy food......

He seemed to be deliberately anxious about her, and after a long time, Fang said: "Well, don't go back......"

She almost cheered, but a series of questions about the difference between men and women immediately hit her heart, and her head was booming...... Is she impure? What was she thinking?

However, there are more serious concerns......

"If you don't go back, won't you ......?"

She's just an insignificant little palace maid, but if she is found missing......

"It's all right, everything is ...... for me"

His tone was understated, but it reassured her heart. It seems that as long as he has him, all his troubles can be solved. She didn't know when she had trusted him so much, even after the deception...... You can still believe in him like this, unwaveringly......

"What are we going to do after eating? What else is there to do here? ”

"If it's summer and autumn, it's still a bit fun, and today is New Year's Day...... I'm going to go to the Qinghe Festival of the Sura......"

Qinghe Festival?

Su Jinling found that because of the thrill just now, her large bundle of green grass had long been missing.

But there is no need to worry, out of the restaurant to the street around, a large bundle of green grass appeared in each of the hands.

It's just that what makes Su Jinling strange is that the men and women who sent Qinghe hesitated when they saw their tightly held hands, but they still handed Qinghe over, and the woman looked at Yuwen Xuancang twice, and that gaze was like a lightning spark.

"What is this Qinghe for?" She began to get suspicious.

Yuwen Xuancang just smiled, and whispered in her ear: "You'll know when the time comes......"

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Su Jinling finally understood that the so-called Qinghe Festival was a bit like all kinds of blind date programs in modern society.

Because the Sula are nomadic people, many years of warfare have led to more women than men. For the sake of the reproduction and procreation of the race, they do not have a fixed family pattern of the majority of ethnic groups, and the growth of the population is their greatest property and guarantee of survival. And because they have no fixed residence, they do not resist marrying with foreigners except those of their own clan. However, what is more enlightened is that all kinds of marriages are not fixed, and the marriage contract is not limited, except for their own people who are not allowed to leave the settlement, foreigners, both men and women, can come and go as they want. Such a solemn girl is particularly bold and open, and the men of Sula are also extremely heroic and enthusiastic, and the Sula people are very proud of this.

This custom has gradually formed a tradition, simply set the New Year's Day as the Qinghe Festival, so that the young men and women in the clan go out to find their favorite objects, hand over the Qinghe to each other, and invite them to come to the Qinghe Festival, so it is very modern collective wedding flavor. The more green grass you get, the more popular it is, so it often happens that several women marry a man, and several men marry a woman together.

Yuwen Xuancang's explanation was careful and thoughtful, Su Jinling was dumbfounded when she heard it, and she finally understood Yuwen Xuancang's inexplicable smile when she saw her full of Qinghe.

She looked at the men and women singing and dancing around the campfire in the night, and swallowed hard: "Then what are we doing here?" ”

"I am ...... to participate in the Qinghe Festival"

The firelight danced on his face, making it even more handsome and extraordinary.

Thinking of the frenzy of those solemn women who hated to swallow him into their stomachs during the day, Su Jinling immediately pulled him and left.

was dragged by his backhand: "Since I came, isn't it a pity to have this Qinghe Festival?" ”

"In case ......"

What if you are robbed?

However, he hurriedly changed his words: "What if I am picked away?" ”

He laughed, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "I won't let people snatch you away!" ”

His breath was warm, and the warmth brushed the hair between her sideburns, stirring her heart, and then she heard him say, "What about you? Will someone snatch me away? ”

When he raised his eyes, he already had a bronze mask on his face.

There was a flash of fire on the cold mask, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

She had no choice but to put on her mask as well, and he dragged her reluctantly towards the revelry crowd.

The Qinghe Festival of the Su people seems to be very primitive, that is, a group of people wearing masks dancing around the fire, if they meet the satisfactory, they go to the felt tent to spend the spring night together. And from time to time, men and women come out of the felt tent and continue to join the ranks of dance.

Su Jinling and Yuwen Xuancang were dispersed as soon as they walked into the crowd, and she was immediately embraced into a group of solemn women.

It was not difficult to tell that she was a foreigner, and the group of women enthusiastically taught her to dance, and although she did not understand the babbling words, she learned the dance very quickly.

The dance is as simple and bold as the folk customs, the movements are simple but very strong, and from time to time they are accompanied by neat shouts to add to the atmosphere, and the sound of the piano and drums is used to adjust the rhythm, but it is often drowned out by the increasing fanaticism. People are singing and dancing to their own beats, free and uninhibited. The flames were excited, and even the cold of the winter night gradually burned into a blazing heat.

It's easy to lose your displeasure in this kind of atmosphere, which is probably why so many people are willing to come here to celebrate this Qinghe Festival. The joy of men and women is certainly addictive, but isn't it the ultimate happiness to enjoy this freedom and openness?

The courtship dance of the Sura people is first divided into two teams, the men and women dance separately, and then choose their favorite person to dance together. You can change your dance partner at any time, until you meet someone who has the same heart, then take off your mask and look at each other again.

And that's where things go wrong.

Because he was wearing a mask, his clothes were almost the same, and he was dancing with light and shadow, it was inevitable that he would misrecognize the person he had taken a fancy earlier, so he also revealed his disappointment when he unveiled the mask, and as a result, many men and women broke up unhappily.

And if you really choose the right person or are interested in each other, you can drink a bowl of wine under the cheers and blessings of the people around you, and walk into the felt tent to count the ceremony.

Of course, there are also those who do not respect the law of propriety. When some women took off their masks, they found that the other party was not the person they liked, and turned around to leave, but they were grabbed by the brute and carried them on their shoulders and went straight to the felt tent. Not only was there no one to stop them, but there were cheers.

During the dance, she did not forget to look for Yuwen Xuancang's figure.

She looked at the group of masked men dancing vigorously opposite, and kept questioning whether Yuwen Xuancang was among them. In her impression, how could such an indifferent and noble man be mixed in with these rough people and still dance such a heroic dance?

But except for the old man who played the huqin and beat the gongs and drums, all the people danced around the bonfire, the movements were chic and the atmosphere was warm, and the bronze masks on their faces were all against the dancing firelight, which was dazzling.

Yuwen Xuancang, which one is you?

There are already men and women moving towards the people they like.

She saw a girl dancing around a handsome man, and after a while the two took off their masks. The man seemed a little stunned, but the girl dragged him into the felt tent without saying a word, and even the toasting procedure was omitted.

No matter what she thinks, how do she think that person is Yuwen Xuancang, and she was about to rush over to save the beauty when she was intercepted by a strong man and danced around her.

She was irritated and bypassed him, only to be stopped by another man, and another one came out.

Three people circled around her, and after a while, there were three more.

She began to get flustered.

They surrounded her in the middle, separating her from view, and she could only hear the exclamation of a woman in the distance amid cheers.

They turned around and she couldn't tell how many people were around her, as if they were isolated from the world, and it was difficult for even the light of the fire to penetrate it. And the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the alien aura on their bodies is getting stronger and stronger, and the strange smell is almost suffocating.

Suddenly, a peculiar smell pressed over, and before he could react, he was already grabbed and carried on his shoulder.

The enthusiastic cheers around her covered her cry for help and resistance, and some people threw drinks over to bless her.

Her face hung behind the man's back, and the heavy smell emanating from the leather robe made her almost vomit.

She barely bothered her head, but found herself getting closer and closer to the felt tent......

The heavy curtain was raised steeply, bringing up a mist of snow and snow on her face, and at the same time, her body sank suddenly, but in an instant she stood firmly on the ground, and at her feet fell a strong man, who was the one who held her hostage.

A faint sweet fragrance swept over my ears: "I'm here ......"

When she followed the voice, she saw the fire in the distance, the figures were heavy, and the cheers were still coming one after another.

The few people who came with him didn't seem to understand what was going on, and they were stunned.

She hesitated for a moment, then pulled her legs and ran over there.

No one paid attention to her return, and people danced and sang to themselves.

Someone was still coming towards her.

This time, she learned to be smart, and she deftly avoided it before the other party approached, and she squeezed into places where there were many women, looking around while squeezing.

She had just walked past a suffocating woman when she noticed a gentle bump from behind.

When she turned around, she saw a man in the mask making a gesture of inviting her to dance.

In the night, it can only be seen that he is wearing a dark leather robe, his figure is beautiful, different from the sturdy of the Su people, and his height is almost the same as that of Yuwen Xuancang.

Could it be him?

She danced slowly with him, leaning towards him with her steps......

There is also a faint fragrance on this person's body, but it does not seem to have that sweet fragrance......

Not him......

Just as she was about to leave, the man grabbed her arm and tried to remove the mask from her face.

She waved her arm, but swept off his mask, revealing a fair and delicate face, and two small bonfires in her eyes.

As soon as she turned around, his arm was grabbed by him again, and with a slight force, he pulled her to her chest.

Crowds have already gathered to cheer and bless.

She tried to break free, but found that the man's wrist strength was amazing, and she couldn't tell how much force she was exerting, but she couldn't hold her hand.

However, the man suddenly let go of his hand, and his other hand covered the back of his hand, and dark liquid flowed from between his fingers.