Friendly reminder: The stallion that appears first is a male partner, not a male protagonist, and the male protagonist is physically and mentally clean~

The night of the grassland is narrow and far-reaching, and the moonlight shines on the earth like clear frost, bringing boundless coldness.

Si Lu was dressed in a plain silk robe, carrying a sheep's horn glass lamp, standing outside the yurt, listening to the loud noise coming from inside.

Weeping and pleading followed.

Along the way, Si Lu has seen too much, she sympathizes with these women, but her ability is limited.

She watched as the Hu army plundered the caravans everywhere, cruel and murderous, and had no humanity, so she could only do her best to protect the weak women, and kept them in the tent on the pretext of taking them as handmaidens.

But this method is a drop in the bucket after all, and it can't save too much, and more women will eventually become the playthings and slaves of the Hu people.

Finally, the movement in the yurt ended.

The women were wrapped in straw mats and thrown out, and under the moonlight, their dying pale faces were soon dragged away and taken to the felt hut where female slaves were kept.

Si Lu sighed sadly and couldn't bear to look at it.

A bearded guard with a knife came out and made a gesture of invitation to her.

"Princess Zhaole, the prince said, you can go in."

Si Lu bowed his head, took a deep breath, and lifted the curtain into the account.

The lights in the tent are dim, and the lights are beating on and off, giving people a sense of tranquility.

The second prince, Huyan Hailuo, stood in the light and shadow, tall and sturdy like a mountain. He was shirtless with a strong chest, and the maid beside him wiped his body.

He is the prince of Beirong, and he has the reputation of being brave and strong, and he is a hundred. The Beirong people are strong, so although he is brutal and bloodthirsty, he still has a large number of followers, who follow him everywhere to conquer and plunder.

It is precisely because he is the crown prince of the royal court that the old Khan King will entrust him with the important task of welcoming back the princess of the Han family.

Along the way, Si Lu had only dealt with him a few times, and he could see that this person was extremely arrogant and had no respect for women.

Even, he covets her.

Just like at this moment, he obviously deliberately let Si Lu in, and after seeing him in the water, he was sweating profusely.

Tick-tock, candle-lit, beads of sweat rolled down his solid muscles.

Not only did he not wear half a strand on his upper body, but his lower body was only wrapped in a thin soft scarf, which showed the looming thigh line.

Seeing Si Lu, he curled his lips and smiled, his deep three-dimensional face shrouded in shadows, and his long eyes like a falcon slid back and forth on her, looking at her prey.

This feeling sent chills down Silu's back.

"The princess of the Central Plains is looking for me late at night, but what's the matter?"

His original words were not very good, and his tone was a little strange.

While speaking, the maid wiped his body and put on his coat, so that Si Lu could face him directly.

She tried to stay calm and negotiate with him.

"My maid is sick and has a high fever, and the witch doctor says that the use of precious medicinal herbs to treat inferior people requires the prince's consent."

Huyan Hailuo chuckled, looking at her with straight eyes, without any concealment.

Central Plains women have always been his favorite, and if he loots more, he naturally sees more.

can be as beautiful as Princess Zhaole, he has seen it for the first time in his life.

The candlelight was melting, she was wearing a smoke gauze Han skirt, her posture was pretty, her shadow was graceful, her black hair was half pulled, revealing a clean face.

Ice-like skin, moon-like pupils, cherry blossom-like lips, no need for decoration, no need for fancy clothes, can be beautiful in people's hearts, like a goddess who is not stained with dust, and there is a kind of otherworldly beauty all over her body.

Just one glance can make people lose their soul and soul.

But he can't taste it right now.

It's a pity that I can only cheapen that old thing first.

However, there will always be a day when the old thing will return to the west, and then, according to Beirong customs, he will be able to inherit everything from the previous king, including her.

She'll be his.

Huyan Hailuo's heart was surging, pretending to pace, and as he slowly passed her, he sniffed the fragrance in her hair without hesitation.

Since you can't taste it, it's good to smell it first.

The women of the Central Plains are different from those stinking women of the Hu tribe, with their own sweet aroma, and the ones on Si Lu's body are especially sweet and fresh.

He is greedy and fishy.

The sudden abrupt move made Si Lu look panicked, and she hurriedly took a few steps back to avoid his gaze.

Knowing that Huyan Hailuo has a colored heart is not a day or two, but she knows very well that he doesn't have the lustful courage at the moment.

Si Lu pinched his palm, calmed himself down, and asked again in nonsense:

"Did the prince hear me clearly what I just said?"

Hu Yu was taught by the Queen Mother in person before she came to Heqin, in order to facilitate her life in Beirong. Si Lu is intelligent and quick to learn, and he has learned basic terms in just half a month, and he can communicate with Hu people simply.

Seeing that she avoided it, Huyan Hailuo no longer forced each other, only raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in the original dialect: "It's just a slave, but Kedun is so attentive."

In their eyes, slaves were not worthy of being called human beings, they were no different from goods.

"A slave is also a human being, and a living life."

Although he knew that these truths were also playing the piano to the cow, Si Lu couldn't help but say with some sadness.

Huyan Hailuo chuckled, as if he thought her words were ridiculous, and immediately turned to stare at her, his eyes greedy and frivolous.

"Since Ke Dun has a request for me, do you also have to show some sincerity?"

Si Lu's heart was cold, but he still kept calm on his face and mediated with him.

"The agricultural books, cloth and silk silks, and medical scriptures that I brought with my relatives this time can be selected by the second prince."

"Hahaha." Huyan Hailuo laughed, and immediately teased: "This prince is not interested in this. ”

He was so arrogant that he was annoying, but Silu couldn't show it, so he had to be patient and asked him, "Then what do you want?" ”

Huyan Hailuo slowly approached her, without saying a word, but his eyes were naked, like a wolf and a tiger.

"What do I want, don't you understand?"

Si Lu couldn't bear it anymore, she took a few steps back, the cold stars in her eyes shimmered, and raised her voice to confront him:

"I have a lot of respect for your country, but the second prince is scheming with me and refuses to give in, what is the reason?"

"The second prince has forgotten the Khan's entrustment, I am the princess of the Central Plains, and I am your most honored guest in Beirong."

The righteous and stern words were not only a deterrent, but also a wake-up call, reminding him not to forget his identity.

Huyan Hailuo restrained his smile and became serious.

"Ke Dun is too careful, Fang is just joking, since Ke Dun personally came to the door to request, how dare his son be stingy?"

Listening to him call himself a son, he knows the boundaries.

Si Lu was a little relieved, it seemed that he was still afraid of the old khan at present, as long as he moved out of Huyan Yozhuo, he would still be somewhat restricted.

"This is my son's warrant, and I will accompany the witch doctor in the future, and I can call it at will."

Huyan Hailuo handed her the warrant, and his attitude was quite polite.

"Second Prince, someone is looking for you."

Outside the yurt, the attendants spoke.

Huyan Hailuo's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Since the second prince still has guests, I will leave first."

Si Lu got the warrant, didn't want to stay longer for a moment, turned around and lifted the curtain and walked out.

Bumped into a man head-on.

Tall, knee-length robe, belt around the waist, leather boots, obviously an ordinary beard dress, but he wore a huge bearded hat, the brim of the hat hung down, covering most of his face, and he could only see a tall nose and angular jaw.

It should be the one who passed on the squire.

He brushed past her, lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

Si Lu didn't care, Xu was a member of the local tribe, and on weekdays, there were many visitors in the second prince's tent, nothing unusual.

Si Lu didn't think much about it, and hurriedly picked up the lantern and left.

In the felt tent, Si Lu walked in with the witch doctor, and Chunxi was taking care of Chuncao, who had a high fever on the sickbed, and his face was full of anxiety.

Seeing Si Lu coming with the witch doctor, she cried with joy.

"Princess, this spring grass is saved."

The spring grass burned badly, and there was no blood on the pale little face, and he was a little delirious and muttered nonsense.

As soon as Si Lu walked over, she clasped her hand tightly, like a life-saving straw.

She choked up, her breath faint: "Princess...... I...... Are you going to die? ”

Si Lu shook his head, but his nose was sour, Chuncao Chunxi was a wedding maid given by the Queen Mother, and she followed her all the way from the original, and in the past half a month, they have experienced many ups and downs, and they are very friendly with each other.

"Princess...... I want to ask you one thing, if I die...... Please send my ashes back to the Central Plains...... I don't want to stay here......"

Si Lu's nose was sour, and he clenched her hand, but the tears couldn't stop rolling down.

"What can't die, the witch doctor is here, the medicine is cured, you won't die."

Chuncao suffered from this disease, but was pulled away by a group of Hu people when she went to the stream to wash clothes yesterday, and almost suffered a □□, but fortunately, Si Lu arrived in time to save the person.

Xu was too frightened, and when he resisted, he fell into the lake, soaked in cold water, and after Chuncao came back, he became ill and started a high fever.

After the witch doctor looked at Chuncao's illness, he said to Si Lu in Hu language: "It's just a high fever, just prescribe a few doses of medicine to get better." ”

Si Lu breathed a sigh of relief and gave her some broken silver as a reward, and the witch doctor accepted the reward and went to the stove to decoct the medicine overjoyed.

The Hu people regarded the maids as inferior people, did not take their lives seriously, and it was not known if they were negligent and negligent, and they gave some silver to her to do their best.

I was busy until the second half of the night, and Chuncao drank the medicine, and finally calmed down and slowly reduced the fever.

Si Lu was relieved, and then returned to the inner tent to rest.

The night is quiet, and the candles are flickering.

Si Lu looked at the moon by the railing, looking at the east, and there was no sleep.

This place where Ru Mao drinks blood and the people's wisdom is not opened, she must leave.

She is going back to Chang'an.

There are bustling markets, wine shops, tea bars, bright lights, and civilized folk customs......

The women there can be unrestrained, riding horses on the long street, or laughing with hairpins, and wandering freely, women can write poems and dance swords with men in general, and they can sing songs in spring, dance in summer, read in autumn, and step on snow in winter......

She misses those old days.

It's just that I don't know, now the family members who are far away in Chang'an, and the father and brother who are sent to the border, are doing well now?

Thinking of the Queen Mother's personal promise to her that she would take care of her family and take care of the relationship between her father and brother, she was a little relieved.

She opened the makeup on the table, took out a carved black lacquered nanmu brocade box, and opened the lid.

In the box, lying quietly is half a dragon-patterned jade pendant.

She held the jade pendant in her hand, and when she left Beijing, Zirui's brother was sent to Tongguan to patrol the border, and I don't know if he has come back now.

Will he be sad when he learns the news?