There is always a time for joy.

The crescent moon was like a hook, and as it drew into the night, the bonfires famed, and the men were drunk, 6 and went back to their tents to rest.

Both the generals of the Qin army and the Tatar nobles retreated one after another, and as the crowd around the bonfire dispersed, the grassland on an autumn night finally quieted down.

Tusa's eyes were a little unable to open, and the spitting out was completely wine, but he drank a lot tonight, looking at the side and pouring himself a drink, there was no drunken figure at all, and the pasty head couldn't help but think, could it be that he was drinking water?

Turning his eyes again, he saw that his sister was holding the withered grass there, and there was no one else in her eyes without a little sleepiness, and she always felt a little uncomfortable......

I just muttered a few words, and I heard that Abba's Anda is the most brave, so it's better to ...... He was covered by Timur and dragged back to the tent......

The grassland on the autumn night was extremely cold, but Zhao Shi felt very comfortable.

In addition, he likes to be quiet the most, so that he can drink quietly alone, without being disturbed, but there are not many.

So he turned back to his wife and smiled: "It's cold here, you go back first, I'll stay here for a while and think about something." ”

Chong Qi Niang was already a little sleepy, and when she heard this, she stretched out her arms and was about to agree, but when she saw the Mongolian girl, she couldn't help rolling her eyes, and thought, this can't be done, this little fox will be able to drill her husband's tent when she leaves, and these bearded girls can do anything.

Zhao Shi saw her expression, he didn't know what she was thinking, and couldn't help laughing, "Take her back with you, let me be quiet for a while......"

Only then did Chong Qi Niang turn her anger into joy, nodded, and instructed, "Husband, also rest early, don't drink too much, to prevent injury." The concubine went back first. ”

In fact, she was also too worried, the grassland was very hierarchical, and most of the things like drilling people's tents or staying with outsiders were done by women and women from poor herdsmen's families, but the nobles were rare. Instead. When marrying daughters to each other, most of them should be extraordinarily formal.

There are almost no people who have an identity like Dadar Zhen who is privately determined for life, one is because she was born in the Mongolian tribes. Among the steppe nobles, they belong to some of the most rude people, and one is very thoughtful of himself, and he does not care too much about his father and brother. Or the grandfather blocks his decision.

However, in the end, a serious Mongolian nobleman would never be able to drill a man's tent before he really became the wife of the other party......

Chong Qi Niang didn't know this, even if she knew, she always had to take precautions, at this time she stood up, came to the side of the Mongolian girl, and pushed the girl who was still demented. Gestured.

The Mongolian girl naturally didn't want to, the grassland night was so beautiful, it was good to stay with her sweetheart for a while, even just to watch him drink. Where are you willing to leave?

Girlish love is just beginning, most of them are like this, it has been the same since ancient times, no need to be surprised. As for some people, they will say that they have just met a few times. I liked it so quickly, can I talk about what kind of love is just beginning?

That's a big mistake, the women on the grassland are very different from the women of the Han family, enthusiastic and unrestrained, the feelings are fiery and direct, if you like it, you fall in love with it, don't ask whether you are in love with the other party's power, or you are in love with the other party's handsomeness or martial arts, or you are in love with the other party's thoughtfulness.

No matter how simple or absurd the reason is, as long as the heart is moved, it will be like a moth to a fire, and devote itself wholeheartedly to the hard life of the grassland, and the never-ending strife, as well as the strange customs of the grassland, and their humble status.

Let them cherish the qiē in front of them, and never give up if they can grasp it in their hands, it can be said that no matter how noble or low, grassland women are the most afraid of losing a group of people, and they are also the most pitiful group of people.

However, the Mongolian girl just muttered a few sentences, and Chong Qi Niang had already dragged her up, don't look at her petite and exquisite, but a brute force is not something that a Mongolian girl can resist.

The girl screamed, and before she could struggle, she had already picked her up, clamped it around her waist, and Shi Shiran walked in the direction of the tent in the stunned eyes of the guards.

In the distance, the angry cries of the Mongolian girl could still be heard, but after a while, they were silent, apparently subdued by the powerful general's wife.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Shi's mouth, and he turned to the guard and said, "Leave two people behind, and the others go to rest." ”

Cheng Shuqi immediately ordered, but still left six people, retreated in the dark, and guarded the general in the middle, so that the rest of the people went to rest.

Under the quiet moonlight of the grassland, the bonfire had burned out and gradually dimmed, leaving only some ashes, scattered in the air with the autumn wind.

Zhao Shi put aside a lot of things on his mind, calmed down, just kept drinking, enjoying the feeling of emptiness and tranquility, which was a rare enjoyment for him.

The sound of the huqin playing was heard from afar, and the singing of the Hu people was desolate and distant, but it made this grassland night seem more different.

There is no need to think about the disputes in the world, no need to recall the past, no need to consider the future troubles, and no need to ponder military affairs, conspiracies, just like this, under the moonlight, sitting alone and drinking, physically and mentally happy, almost indulging in it, and sitting until dawn......

Finally, the wine bag was empty, Zhao Shi looked at the bright moon that was gradually empty, and sighed slightly, sighing I don't know if it was because there was little wine, or if this peaceful time was too short.

He slowly stood up, stretched his body, threw the shriveled wine bag and empty wine bowl on the grass, put his hands on his hands, and walked in the direction of the tent......

Deafening cheers and howls sounded on the grassland, thousands of soldiers were densely packed into a big circle, and various flags fluttered in the wind.

And in the open space in the middle, two Hedong horses are flying by, and immediately two petite figures whip the horses, you chase me, almost head to head.

On a low mound in front of them, a large flag was planted on it, dancing violently.

More than ten days of hunting are coming to an end, but there is still a grand celebration, such as wrestling, horse racing, sheep grabbing, archery competitions and so on.

And the competition in front of him, but before the celebration began, the atmosphere had already brought to a **, cheering and cheering sounds, one after another, shaking the four fields.

People don't really care who wins the flag, they just care that this kind of scene is really pleasing to the eye, but also enthusiastic, as the beginning of this grand celebration, the most appropriate.

The two people competing are both nobles, one is the wife of the noble general, and the other is the treasure Dadar Erzhen of the Kereh Department, but they are both rare heroines among women.

The rivalry between two women in this way is much more beautiful and legendary than the comings and goings between men.

Seed Qi Niang, born in the Great Qin Jiangmen, the bow horse is skillful, needless to mention, the princess of the Kelie Department Dadar Erzhen, gave birth to the grassland and grew up in the grassland, and it is estimated that there is still too much on the bow horse.

The two women galloped like arrows breaking through the wind.

If it is a normal competition, it is not only horsepower that competes, but also bows and arrows, of course, headless arrows, and wooden sticks or other things to hit each other.

But these two are delicate and noble, Zhao Shiyun and them took the flag on horseback, thinking that they would make an incredible concession, how could they let them shoot with bows and arrows, or fight with swords?

Therefore, in the end, the competition is still the control of the war horse.

In fact, the Qi Niang sat down on the horse and accompanied her all the year round, but what Dadar really rode was the Hexi war horse that had just been picked out in the past few days.

And now there is not much gap between the two, they are almost going hand in hand, and they seem to be evenly matched, but in fact, Chong Qi Niang has lost in equestrianism.

The Mongols who got on the horse, whether they were men, women, or children, could almost become one with the war horse, because they themselves were a people on horseback, and they rode on horses when they migrated, on horses when they were grazing, on horses when they traveled, on horses when they returned home, on horses when they fought, on horses when they were resting, and even more so when they were playing.

So, not unexpectedly, gradually, Dadar really began to take the lead.

In the gallop, the pigtails were flying, and there was a smug smile on the little face full of excitement, and from time to time I could look back, but my body followed the rise and fall of the war horse, as if it was attached to the horse's back, and moved with it, as if there was no weight at all.

Chong Qi Niang gritted her teeth, annoyed in her heart, this little fox, even dared to laugh at her, so desperately urged the war horse, however, although the horsepower is stronger than the other party, but the riding skills, it is really slightly inferior, the two horse bodies, no longer behind, but how can not catch up.

The war horse galloped, the hillock saw that it was about to arrive, the Mongolian girl squinted her eyes and calculated, slightly tightened the reins of the horse, the horse slightly decreased, and the front hooves of the war horse were raised, and they rushed up the hill.

But in the eyes of others, in fact, it was not possible to see how much the degree had slowed down, and the war horse seemed to rush up at once, such exquisite riding skills were rare on the grassland, and immediately caused a burst of cheers and admiration.

At this moment, another horse was pulled away.

The first to climb the hill, the first to come to the flag, the Mongolian girl pulled the reins of the horse, the war horse man stood up, the Mongolian girl at this time has grabbed the flagpole with one hand, took advantage of the situation to turn over and dismount, without a trace of pause, as if floating down from the horse, and then to pull out the flag.

On the little red face, the smug color is stronger, and the smile is more blooming like a grassland flower......

(Asking for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month, alas, at the end of the month, I also asked for a monthly pass, in fact, Ah Cao is also a little bored, I don't know how everyone feels, for three months in a row, you can get the monthly ticket list reward, Ah Cao works hard, everyone also supports, and cooperates with each other very well, but the monthly ticket list is really very difficult, every month is a little worse, alas, this world, don't fight for no food...... ）

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