"Jibchu River!" the crowd shouted outside the stadium.

Song Wan'er didn't know why, and she cried too.

"When we were harassed by wolves, we were sent to Song Wan'er and Tang Yu. Therefore, our mother made us free and happy, instead of abandoning our cattle and sheep and sacrificing our lives. Life is given by mothers, and our cattle and sheep are given by mothers. How can we give it away for nothing? Therefore, it is a monster, it is not a God, God will not do this, we will destroy it!"

"Catch him!" shouted an elder.

Immediately rushed up, several people grabbed Su and "pressed into the lake," Mu Ren said.

As soon as Song Wan'er got into bed, she was immediately stopped by Tang Yu, "Every race has its own taboos. Su He violated the ban and will be punished. No outsiders can interfere. ”

"What kind of ban did he commit?"

"I don't know. ”

Together with the elders, Muren knelt down to worship the West. More than 500 people on the steppe knelt down to pray. After the prayer, the muslin walked in with a dignified look and several elders in a wonderful reaction. The first day of festivities came to an abrupt end.

Early the next morning, Song Wan'er took Tang Yu to the lake and saw Su He kneeling there, his face facing the lake, surrounded by unknown hay.

"I can't imagine that there are still places in Mongolia where the paintings of King Wen of Zhou are preserved. The people here are really pure. Tang Yu smiled.

"Su He, have you been kneeling all night? I'll bring you milk tea and mutton. "Poor Song Wan'er

Su He glanced at her, smiled, and said nothing, and then a hint of melancholy flashed across his face.

"Sister, when they are punished, they are not allowed to eat, drink or talk."

"They're so cruel. ”

"Master has never punished me and Fei like this before." Song Wan'er couldn't help laughing, "Isn't it too long?"

Tang Yu smiled: "It looks like he won't be hungry for a few days at most." There was a lot of dew on the steppe, and Heaven loved him dearly. He will never die of thirst. ”

Since this is the clan system of the Yilut clan, the two can't say much. In the evening, the celebration began again the next day, unaffected by Sue. Of course, how can one teenager influence more than 500 people?

The meadows are overgrown with wildflowers. Tana stands next to the wildflowers and sings. Although he is almost 60 years old, his singing voice is clear, like a girl. Although Song Wan'er couldn't understand the lyrics, he felt the girl's heart and smiled.

"Her singing voice is so beautiful. The meaning of the lyrics is a beautiful Mongolian girl who loves to dance and sing, white as a swan and as beautiful as a flower. She loved the Irut tribe, all of them, but everyone didn't know which man she loved. It seems that she must like the steppe warrior. Only heroes are worthy of her beauty and kindness. ”

There is a song, this song is cheerful, but in fact many people bow their heads and cry, "probably the young people are secretly sad because they can't get the favor of that beautiful girl." Tang Yu joked.

"The Yirut people have been around for hundreds of years. Our ancestors were heroes in the desert. We used to be strong. Unfortunately, more than 200 people survived due to aquatic plants, war, and natural disasters. All the peoples of the desert look down on us. Genghis Khan never naturalized us. Mother knew our plight and sent us to the Jibchu River. When she was born, hundreds of birds sang for her, flowers bloomed for her, a pair of swans stood on the dome of her birth, how bright her eyes were, how kind her heart was. Muren shouted.

At this time, I didn't know where to go to release a flock of birds, stopping to sing among the wildflowers. Everyone listened attentively, and there was a look of joy on their faces.

"She grew up in dew, the birds were her friends, the flowers were her companions, and the children of Yirut were her relatives. Every day, we watched her beautiful dance, washed away the fatigue of the day, listened to her gentle singing, and fell asleep peacefully.