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After a toss, Murong Xiaobai finally woke up leisurely, opened a pair of intoxicating eyes with sadness and anger, everyone's hearts relaxed a little at this moment, the order in the field slowly recovered, and some people were curious about how she came to the Mobei grassland.

If someone wants to know the way, someone must dig it out.

Then another lady asked, "Girl...... You haven't told us why you came to Mobei?"

"Because somebody bought me...... Because I had to leave...... After my brother died, I didn't have any relatives, and I wanted to get out of the house when I was desperate. But the owner of the club didn't agree, saying that he had paid a lot of money when he bought me. I had to stay in the Band, and that was for three years. ”

"Gradually, I became a little more famous in the community, and more people came to cheer me on. I thought that when I had earned enough money, I would redeem myself and become a monk. But one day, the boss suddenly asked me to serve a big official from Luoyang......"

"The official from Luoyang?" A tribal leader standing in the back row of the Turkic noblewoman's table suddenly interjected, "Is he Wang Shichong's subordinate?"

Murong Xiaobai shook his head sadly and said, "I don't recognize him." ”

The full moon lady glanced at the tribal leader dissatisfiedly, and said gently, "Of course you don't recognize him! ”

"When I entered the music workshop, I told the boss that I was good, and I only sold my art and not my body, but the boss said that he had raised me for three years, and he suffered too much. If I didn't agree, he let his men beat me hard and poke me with the tip of a hot needle......"

Murong Xiaobai hid his face and cried, and said with a shrug of his shoulders, "I was tortured to death by them, and God is sorry for me to meet my current master." He happened to be in the music shop that day, and after learning about this incident, he ransomed me for five thousand taels of silver and took me out of the music shop. In this way, I followed him all the way here, to the prairie that I had always longed for. ”

On the stage, Murong Xiaobai sobbed.

In the audience, a young lady with a beautiful face and a slender body got up and came to Murong Xiaobai elegantly, hugged her into her arms and comforted her: "Don't cry, can my sister hug you......"

Welfare, as expected, is to be fought for by yourself.

Murong Xiaobai "simmered" on the young lady's chest and whimpered: "Sister, you are my own sister-"

I would get tired from standing for too long, but I could finally relax and close my eyes to experience the temperature of the woman's body, which was really enjoyable. Suddenly, with one hand, two hands, many noble ladies stretched out many hands and touched his head, his body, and his buttocks, rubbing and rubbing.

Murong Xiaobai was kneaded around like dough by countless hands, and subconsciously tried desperately to suppress the screams that were about to come out of his throat.

At this time, a voice shouted in the crowd: "Sister Zhen, Sister Zhen, Sister Zhen, ......!"

At first, one person shouted a hundred people, and soon it evolved into a hundred people shouting ten thousand people, and the shouts of the earth shaking the mountains resounded through the sky, even if Jieli Khan hid in the hole in the ground, he could not escape this shout.

This is the human heart, this is the will of the people, and this is the power that water gives us.

On a small hillside in the distance, Tu Li's face stood quietly and coldly staring at the boiling venue, and suddenly smiled: "Someone is going to have a headache." ”

Standing next to him was Liu Heimin, who also smiled and said, "Whatever, it's not us anyway." ”

"Did Elle make a move?" said Tuli leisurely, "She always thought that she could play with everything and control everything, and today she finally suffered." It's good that this is the only way to make her think of us. ”

Liu Heimin knew very well who the "she" in Tuli's mouth was, and immediately shook his head and said: "It must be done in moderation, otherwise the consequences of playing with fire and self-immolation will be dragged into the water along with us." ”

"At least there won't be a fire in the water. Tuli said calmly: "I only wonder where the kid surnamed Diao is." In today's play, I'm sure he has a share. ”

Liu Heimin said: "You seem to value him too much, isn't it a bit of a soldier?"

"It's better to be a soldier than to be caught off guard, isn't there enough surprise he has brought us?" Tuli turned to leave the hillside, and there was nothing to see from here, he had to hurry up and prepare for tomorrow.

"Or do you want to try to talk to her again?" Liu Heimin persuaded: "Let her completely break off the idea of cooperating with Li Tang, and hand over Li Xiuning and the Datang delegation to us to deal with." ”

Tuli shook his head and said, "I refused to marry Li Xiuning before, and she also rejected my suggestion. You don't have to worry too much, even if Elleder and Li Daimo join forces, her Taoism is far deeper than you and I think. There is only one thing we have to do, get what belongs to us. ”

Liu Heimin nodded and just wanted to say something, but suddenly muttered, and heard a woman's soft singing and moaning intermittently in the distance.

"The loss of my Qilian Mountain makes my cattle and sheep restless, and the loss of my Rouge Mountain makes my women colorless......"

The singing is ethereal, with a penetrating force.

"This is a Hun folk song. Liu Heimin turned around, but his vision was blocked by the hillside, and he couldn't see the appearance of the singer, otherwise Murong Xiaobai, who knew that at this moment, was holding a wilted flower branch and singing absentmindedly.

Six young girls dressed in white and light veils danced beside her, while also softly chanting harmony.

In fact, the person who really sang was Sun Zisu next to Murong Xiaobai, and he just blocked his mouth with a flower branch and pretended to lip-synch.

The performance went smoothly, the process was perfect, and the people present were fascinated and couldn't help themselves. Who has never been glorious, who has never been sorrowful, who has never been victorious, who has never been defeated? Thinking of the wind, frost, snow and rain that the Mobei people have experienced, the desolate cries and miserable low weeping faintly come from the wind, and the tears can't help but flow down again.

After a slow break, a beautiful woman stood up from the noble lady's table, Ashina Suluo, sang with an open and loud voice: "Death of my Qilian Mountain, so that my cattle and sheep are restless, loss of my Rouge Mountain, make my women colorless......"

The people around him seemed to open the heavy floodgates of memory, and they couldn't help but sing along. This song is widely circulated in the steppe, which is not only the painful past of the Huns, but also the bearer of the Turkic people's self-improvement.

Ten thousand people sang the same song, except for the battle song sung in front of the two armies, which was unique in Turkic history.

Li Yifeng said viciously: "Deceiving feelings and shedding tears, just such a thing? If I knew this, my son could also be on it!"

Diao Xiaosi stood aside in a daze and said distressedly: "Oops, Xiaofeng." In the future, if these people know that Sister Xiaobai is a man, we will be torn to shreds immediately. What to do?"

Li Yifeng's voice immediately lowered, and said, "You are responsible for the disaster, and you are fully responsible." ”

Diao Xiaosi looked thoughtfully at Murong Xiaobai, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, and said, "If Xiaobai really becomes Kedun, it's actually not bad, right?

Li Yifeng was stunned, then nodded in agreement.

Murong Xiaobai on the stage saw Diao Xiaosi and Li Yifeng who were talking to each other from the cracks, and felt a chill down his spine for no reason, and couldn't help but feel sad from his heart......

The next activities were completely tasteless, and it was all about helping Murong Xiaobai raise twenty heads. Now that everyone has the right candidate in mind, it doesn't matter who the rest of the candidates are, anyway, they are just a foil.

It's a pity that the remaining beauties can't see the situation clearly, and they are still fighting unwillingly, at least to win a ticket to the top 20 for themselves.

So the next concubine selection meeting turned into a story meeting, and everyone told the story, shedding sad tears, and bursting insiders. It's just that these stories that are now written and performed cannot be compared with Sister Zhen'er's tragic experience in terms of appeal or shock.

There was a beautiful woman who cried to death, just because her family was hit by a snowstorm last year, and more than 20 sheep died. Those sheep grew up with her since childhood, and they are the closest friends. But is this a matter of concern on the grasslands? Especially for these noble ladies who have tens of thousands of sheep, more than twenty heads, which is not enough for their family to have a treat.

There is also a fat girl with pigtails, I don't know which small tribe carefully selected it, and she actually has to sing a song. Sing it, just sing it, I have to say that this song is dedicated to my grandfather who is far away in heaven - your grandfather, do you choose a concubine?

What's more, a show girl's mother stood directly on the stage and made a generous statement, saying that the men in the family died in the war, and only she was left to raise her daughter with hard work. In order to supplement the family, her baby daughter began to help people shear sheep from the age of five, from spring to autumn, from summer to winter, thunder and snow rain or shine, and was affectionately called "beautiful sheep and sheep" on the green grassland by the villagers.

As she spoke, the mother wept bitterly, and from time to time raised her hand with a thick gold bracelet with her thumb and rubbed it so violently that one wondered if her Jiangnan xiaolongzi-like skin would be kneaded into noodles.

In order to successfully complete the task of choosing concubines, thirty-seven Turkic noblewomen yawned while voting with fried beans, and finally at sunset ticked twenty show girls, all of whom were children of large families.

After the dust settled, Surokodun announced the selection on behalf of the noble women's group.

One by one, the names popped out of her mouth like beans, fell on the table and rolled to the ground, until when Sister Zhen'er's name was read, the scene that had been silent for a long time suddenly boiled inside and outside, "Sister Zhen, Ke Dun!

The names beyond that could hardly be pronounced, and after a little discussion with the other noblewomen, they hastily finished the remaining list of names and declared it over.

As soon as it was over, the crowd began their own carnival around the venue with singing and dancing.

When the sun sets over the hillside, people can't wait to look forward to tomorrow.

But Diao Xiaosi didn't have time to experience the joy of victory, and the new plan had to start immediately......