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As the day goes west, the grand ceremony of Yu Du Jun Mountain not only did not end up, but became more and more enthusiastic.

The Turkic warriors carefully selected by the tribes finally completed the horse archery show and wrestling competition, and the atmosphere of the ceremony was pushed to a climax.

The long-awaited moment is coming, Murong Xiaobai and Tingting are on the stage, and the other beauty on the stage is Li Xiuning.

They are the invincible beauties who won the final battle, and behind them are the tears and reluctant backs of the unsuccessful beauties.

With each elimination, the Turkic noblewomen showed the most sincere pain and the most sincere entanglement. The young beauties are all so young and full of beautiful visions, who can be ruthless and make them leave in despair?

"You're lovely, you're perfect, I'm touched by you, you're breaking my heart...... Your departure does not mean failure, you must not lose confidence in yourself, there may be a chance next year. I will definitely be here waiting for you to make a comeback. See you again, girl!"

On the one hand, it is to say goodbye, and on the other hand, it is to hold the beautiful woman and cry in the future. Parting, moving, and parting again, the hearts of the herdsmen who were watching were broken again and again, and only the scum was left all over the ground.

Finally able to wipe away their tears, the two lucky winners took the stage again in cheers, waiting for the final result.

According to the rules, Murong Xiaobai and Li Xiuning both had time to confess their love to Jieli Khan, who was sitting on the throne, in public, to see who could touch the hearts of the most powerful men in the whole desert north.

Li Xiuning's luck was good when the draw was made, and he could stand aside to watch Murong Xiaobai's performance first.

Murong Xiaobai bowed deeply to the Jieli Khan in front of the Caitai with a standard Turkic salute, and said in a low voice: "Thank you Great Khan, thank you to the beautiful ladies sitting opposite me, thank you to every brother and sister here, grandparents, uncles and uncles, aunts and aunts, it is your love that has brought me here." ”

All the lines were pre-made by Tulip, carefully carved by Ya Lauder, and handed over to Murong Xiaobai to memorize them well. The reason why his work can be so easy is because he has a whole team behind him, and of course, his job is also very important, that is, to read this passage in front of tens of thousands of people.

"I really didn't expect to be so lucky to be able to make it to the end. It was each and every one of you who gave me courage and strength. When the applause rang out, when the cheers came and went, did you know that I had already burst into tears? ”

"I thought I had been ruthlessly abandoned by God, but I didn't want to be lucky enough to be favored by so many people. Such kind people, what kind of man should you supreme khan be, a man with a big heart and a great heart?!"

There was silence on and off the stage, and Murong Xiaobai recited this passage in Turkic language, and from the moment he uttered the first word, the effect of shocking the audience was immediately realized. A beautiful girl from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is actually expressing her love to the Great Khan in Turkic language, which is not only the glory of Jieli Khan, but also the pride of the entire Mobei grassland.

"I know that the time is coming to determine my ultimate fate. Regardless of the outcome. Even if Khan's preferred future is not me, I will leave with a smile. ”

"Dear Great Khan, I don't know how Lu Dao should express his love for you, and I am afraid of offending your heavenly might. A prairie eagle like you is the object of my admiration, how dare you hope to be with you for life?"

Jieli Khan stared at Murong Xiaobai with a twisted hair, and seemed to be thinking about how to drag this charming Jiangnan beauty into his big tent tonight.

Suddenly, his gaze froze and looked behind Murong Xiaobai.

With a strange smile, a young Turkic warrior helped Ashina Suluo into the seat of the Tongluo tribe's great jin, Gelu, and put a hand on her left shoulder unscrupulously.

Jieli Khan's eyes flashed, and Princess Yicheng, Tuli and others on the side also cast their eyes on the Tongluo tribe without a trace.

Although the Turkic folk customs are much more open than those of the Han people in the Central Plains, it is still quite taboo to openly display intimate behavior with a married woman in broad daylight. Besides, the husband of this married woman is named Li Daimo.

Even if he has the nickname "Mud Bodhisattva", he will never tolerate someone cuckolding him.

Unless...... Li Daimo is dead, or abolished, or, what is the possible reason?

Jieli Khan looked thoughtfully at his sister and the young Turkic warrior, chatting and laughing softly, and shook his head. He didn't bother to take care of his sister's family affairs, and he didn't even want to know how Lu Dao Suluo came back from the dead, and his attention returned to Murong Xiaobai.

Not far away, Princess Yicheng frowned slightly, and snorted, "Suluo, this slut, is not dead. ”

Behind her, Qin Haoxin lowered his head and smiled delicately: "I just wonder where Li Daimo is?"

"The kid next to her is definitely not Li Daimo, otherwise it would be impossible to escape my eyes. Princess Yicheng said coldly: "Slut, I hooked up with a little white face so quickly." ”

"Little white face, could he be Diao Xiaosi?" Qin Hao sighed lightly: "It's a pity that I can't hear their voices, otherwise I can identify that person's identity." ”

"It doesn't matter, even if Li Daimo is still alive, he won't want to do it with me again within ten years. Princess Yicheng sneered: "Without Li Daimo, Ya Lauder is alone, and the Mobei Demon Gate is already mine." ”

"Listen, the girl is reciting poetry, but I don't know who wrote it. Qin Haoxin said.

"The delicate mustache piles pillow hairpins and horizontal phoenixes, and dissolves spring water willow dreams. The red candles and tears are dry, and the smoke and waves are cold. The silver kettle urges the arrow, and the jade pendant is far away. Try red makeup with tears, and fall plum and fly to the dawn of the frost......"

Murong Xiaobai's voice was like a heavenly voice chanting in a low voice, and every word was like crying like a complaint, so that the Turkic warriors who only knew how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle eagle were all stunned.

Li Xiuning's heart throbbed, and she looked at Murong Xiaobai's charming back in amazement, and inexplicably felt as if this poem was just for her to read.

She couldn't help but look at Qincha's side of the secret service, Chai Shao sat quietly and still, but his gaze passed through the human wall, focusing only on her face alone.

She forced a smile to herself, but saw Liu Wenjing and Liu Heimin sitting not far away. As the envoys of the Tang Dynasty and the Great Xia respectively, these two people were eager to kill each other with a knife, and they actually talked and laughed happily.

She lowered her eyes, unconsciously twisted the champa in her hand, and Chai Shao's words sounded in her ears: "Don't be afraid!"

Suddenly, thunderous applause and cheers interrupted her reverie. Li Xiuning raised his eyes and saw that Murong Xiaobai had already retreated to his side. Next, it's her turn to play.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and slowly walked to the stage to bow to Jieli Khan.

Suddenly, her mind became empty, all the words she had thought of saying were gone, standing in front of the black crowd, her thoughts drifted inexplicably to Chang'an City in Feixue, where there was her own home.

For a long, long time, she was speechless, her eyes were blurred with tears and her heart was choked, and she stood alone, standing.

There was an uproar all around, and countless stunned and confused eyes turned on her. Suddenly, a smile escaped from the corner of Li Xiuning's lips, and he said softly: "I suddenly don't know why I'm standing here, I shouldn't have come." ”

After saying this, she didn't look at anyone's face, turned around and walked off the stage.

The crowd exploded suddenly, like a pot of boiling hot porridge.

Li Xiuning didn't hear it, and didn't even pay attention to the sneer on the corner of Jieli Khan's lips and the fierce gaze that Princess Yicheng shot at him.

Her heart was tired, and the torment of just a few days was as long as the reincarnation of ten lives in hell. When the two sentences just came out, I got an indescribable relief.

Maybe Diao Xiaosi is right, she is a stupid woman.

Offstage, the audience's surprise quickly turned into raging anger. They are all simple herdsmen, thinking that they have come from far and wide, from early morning to noon, from noon to now, just to see the final result?

Who knew that Li Xiuning actually said that she didn't want to play anymore. She's not playing, she's playing with people.

"Get out!" "Cheap woman, you can't spare her like this!"

For a while, the crowd was angry and scolding, and now everyone felt more and more that Sister Zhen was getting better, although she was just a singer from a music workshop.

There was no need for anyone to agitate the organization, and the surroundings shouted in unison: "Sister Zhen, Ke Dun! Sister Zhen, Ke Dun!"

The earth-shattering sound lasted for a long time, and Li Xiuning turned a deaf ear, standing in place with a pale face, like a cold jade statue.

At this time, two waitresses came to Jieli Khan with gold arrows and silver bows in their hands, and bowed.

Jieli Khan slowly stood up, reached out and took the bow and arrow held high by the maid's hands, and looked at Li Xiuning and Murong Xiaobai.

He skillfully stretched his bow and set up arrows, and the golden arrows pointed at Li Xiuning and Murong Xiaobai, who were a hundred paces away. The golden arrows that had been pulled out of the arrows glittered in the sunlight, slowly transferring from one person to another, but they did not shoot for a long time, and it seemed that there was some difficulty in making a choice.

Princess Yicheng sneered slightly, looking at Jieli Khan's open bow and arrows, as if she was not worried about the outcome.

Tuli's eyes were blazing, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, and he was also watching this arrow that could probably decide his fate.

The heavens and the earth fell silent, the white clouds drifted leisurely under the blue sky, and the boundless prairie swayed in the wind.

"Khoolt!" A short and piercing sound of strings, the golden arrow turned into a galloping beam of light, and finally shot out!