Step by step, the Buchu River flows to the center of the lake. Its white, slender back gradually sank into the water. There was a little scaly light around her, whether it was a wave or a fish. Tang Yu opened his mouth and wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't. It was as if there was a magical power that sealed his mouth, as if his heart faintly felt that there was no sadness in front of him. Instead, it's just her best ending.

At the end of the month, the hair scattered on the surface of the lake finally disappeared like Buddha light, but Tang Yu could still feel the warmth of her forehead, her fragrance and her childlike smile.

A warm face, the rain in the sky seems to have a temperature, sliding along the cheeks into the mouth, a little salty and bitter, the rain is not big, fluttering, continuous, I don't know how long it took, the sky was flooded with a summer rainbow, and the rain stopped.

There was a sudden pain in the shoulder, followed by a burst of soreness and numbness, ** untied, Tang Yu's pants bent over and was about to jump into the lake, when he suddenly stopped, the clear water is Yilut, the source of life, and this water has the soul of the Jibuchu River. His hands were stained with the blood of Mongolian children. If he jumps into the lake, he will not tarnish the innocence of the pure swan of the steppe.

There was a wail in midair. Two pure white swans are circling. Suddenly, two white lights illuminated the center of the lake. It turned out that the heads and feet of the two swans rushed directly into the lake.

The water quality of the swans is very good, but half an hour has passed, and the two swans have not yet surfaced. Tang Yu sighed secretly in his heart: "Is Ji's Buchuhe really the daughter of God, or is it an elf on the grassland, and even a swan has been buried for her?"

Sitting by the river, a pair of warm hands gently held his hand, Song Wan'er didn't say anything, and sat quietly beside him.

Buzzing, surprises, and low cries began to be heard in the Mongolian bag, and it turned out that a very bright wildflower on the grassland had withered overnight, which was a very ominous omen among the Yirut race, saying that the child's skull was not closed, and he could still know the heavens and the earth. Several children said they saw the Buchu River in Ji at night and told them to leave Yirut forever and return to the sky.

Tang Yu carefully picked up Ji and Buchuhe's clothes, as if holding a beautiful woman, and slowly walked to Muren's tent to report the funeral to Muren.

The Mongolian people do not lie, they believe that Tang Yu is a warrior sent from heaven. They believed him even more. As soon as he finished speaking, the news of the death of the Jibchu River immediately spread throughout the 96 yurts by the small lake.

Everyone is busy. Strangely, except for some children who secretly cry, adults and even older children do not cry. Instead, some of the elderly and women had faint smiles on their faces. Muren wrote a letter and sent a brave man out at a gallop. Suhe said that this was to avenge the mourning of the Great Khan of Ögedei and the king of Jinafa.

When Agudammu arrived, he said that Muren had sent Tang Yu and Song Wan'er to his tent.

Inside, Mu Ren smiled and said, "Tang Yu, you are a warrior sent by God, and Jibchu Lifu is the daughter of Heaven and the protector of Yirut, and only you are qualified to extract what she left behind." Tonight you went and buried it with your own hands. ”

Agudam led the two men to a yurt, opened the tent, and walked in. There was a faint fragrance inside, like orchids and musk deer, and three boxes filled people's hearts.

Tang Yu opened the first one and saw that there were several small clothes inside. The construction workers are very delicate and lovely. One of them had the words "Buchu River" embroidered on the collar and a thin bone underneath the garment.

"According to the tradition of the clan, for everyone born in the clan, the elder sends a sheep bone as a blessing. When the Budchu River of Ji was born, the birds in the sky sang for her, and the flowers filled the mountains for her. The elder considers her to be his daughter, so she is the only daughter with bones. ”

The second trunk was opened, and inside it was an elegant daughter's dress. Tang Yu imagined that these clothes matched her pale eyebrows. It is clear that she is an innocent girl who really wants to love. She is obviously very much like Fei Murong. If she met herself when she was young, she would be ashamed of herself. How could she be worthy of marrying her? At this time, she also remembered that Fan She was in an unusual mood sitting on the fairy chair at that time.

If a little girl who is so sincere and loves love is thrown into someone else's arms, how can others treat her as a god and hold her in their hands like a pearl? It must have to be his wife, so that he could feel at ease and understand what she needed in her heart. How can someone else take his place?

"I met her and decided to get married. Alas, I hate Shao Ling when I don't see each other!" Tang Yu suddenly shouted, his expression was firm, but Agudammu was startled, but Song Wan'er was smiling.