Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1041 Wildness

Seeing those naked men swarming over, many cultivators in the south showed disdain in their eyes, and women's screams were even heard from the surrounding people.

"Sure enough, they are a group of barbarians!" Jiang Yuanyuan vaguely heard Li Jinniang's voice, looked at the group of people with disgust in their eyes, and said bitterly.

"I'm not afraid of hurting the girls' eyes!"

Ji Jiashu was reminded by him and was about to cover Ying Baoyue's eyes, but saw Ying Baoyue standing on tiptoe and poking her head out from behind them, appreciating the scene and nodding, "You can't say that, the more you wear when you wrestle, the more you wear." inconvenient."

When wrestling in the army, those soldiers wore not much less than this one.

By the way, out of the corner of her eye, she just saw Guili Ji Ange, Li Jinniang and the others watching happily, with excitement rather than panic in their eyes, but she felt that she should not tell these men.

Looking at her familiar and appreciative eyes, Ji Jiashu only felt a little pain in his scalp, and smiled wryly, "Then shall we take it off?"

Chen Zichu and the others looked back at him with expressions of horror.

"That's unnecessary," Ying Baoyue said with a smile, "This is a custom of one side, it depends on personal preference, so don't force it."

Also being a country close to Xirong, most of the people in the Northern Wei Dynasty did not show their nakedness. A Great Wall somewhat blocked some of the calls of the wild, but there were still quite a few people in the Northern Wei Dynasty who took off half of their shirts and showed their arms.

These people should be more or less mixed blood. To use the saying that will appear in later generations, they are half Han and half Hu.

"That's right, so this is a personal hobby! Why do you force the young master to take off his clothes!" At this moment, chattering voices sounded from Ji Jiashu and the others, and a young boy with a bare chest and a backless wheat complexion suddenly appeared from the periphery out of thin air.

"Murong Feixing!" Ji Jiashu shouted angrily, and pulled Ying Baoyue behind her.

"Huh?" Ying Baoyue staggered and looked up, but was almost dazzled by the young man's body in front of him.

Li Ji, who had been looking at the scenery with his hands behind his back, also turned his head slightly to look at the scenery. Zhao Guang shuddered, feeling that his second brother's gaze was a bit cold.

"I'm sorry, the third brother was rude," a respectful voice came at this time, and Murong Feilan, who was baring one arm, walked into the crowd, apologizing to Ji Jiashu, Ying Baoyue and others.

"What a disrespect." Murong Feixing pulled up the padded robe, "Didn't you make me take it off?"

Murong Feilan looked at Hou Liao men who had stripped off their coats behind them and showed aggressiveness, "You are the stepson of Hou Liao, if you don't take the lead, whoever will take the lead, if you don't take off, these people won't obey you in the future."

Ying Baoyue's eyes were dim, and Hou Liao, as a branch of Xi Rong, still retained many customs even though it had been naturalized, especially those old nobles who talked about the tradition at every turn and remained vigilant against the imported Central Plains culture .

When Murong Feilan succeeded him as the crown prince, a round of opposition erupted from many Hou Liao aristocrats, because they thought that Murong Feilan was too close to the Central Plains, learned too much poetry and calligraphy, and had a gentle appearance, not like a Hou Liao warrior.

Later, King Hou Liao held a hunt in public. Murong Feilan took the lead by relying on his riding and shooting ability, and shot and killed the leader of the nobles who opposed him in a one-on-one fight. be opposed to.

Although the process was cruel, Hou Liao admired this kind of killing.

Ying Baoyue looked at the young master who looked gentle and elegant but had firm eyes like the wind of Saibei. He once told her that he hated killing people the most in his life, but he had to show his "bravery" among the nobles by killing people.

If he hadn't come here today as the second prince of Liao, he would not only have exposed one arm, even if he didn't want to, he would have to expose his whole body, lest someone from Liao say that the prince of Liao doesn't look like a Liao. .

"Okay, Fei Xing, stop making trouble." Murong Feilan looked at his shame-faced younger brother, as if seeing himself in the past.

Born in Murong's family, after reading the poems and books sent from outside, he already knows the outside world, but he still has to maintain the old nomadic customs, otherwise he will be rejected by the elder clansmen.

This kind of contradiction is probably only known to those who are in it.

In addition, because the originally powerful Qin State has disappeared, the clamor in Hou Liao about restoring tradition has intensified in recent years. Some radicals even believe that Hou Liao should tear down the Great Wall and return to Xirong.

Murong Feilan looked at the menacing Xirong people approaching from a distance. He came to Soochow this time to accept his father's secret order to see what the Xirong people wanted to do.

If the Xirong people have really become so powerful, then after Liao...

Murong Feilan lowered his head slightly, his nails dug into his palm.

Ying Baoyue noticed the change in Murong Feilan's expression, and felt a little cold in her heart.

She had already guessed why Murong Feilan appeared in Soochow.At this moment, looking at the naked young men in the north who shouted in an incomprehensible nonsense, she never realized that Hou Liao and Xi Rong were indeed of the same branch, and shed the same blood.

The Northern Wei and Later Liao were the main force for the six kingdoms in the Great Wall to defend against the Xirong people, but if the Xirong became stronger and stronger, and the six kingdoms in the Great Wall were like a mess with no descendants, then the Northern Wei and Later Liao would help them who were no longer part of the same empire. Will the Lu country resist Xirong?

No.

If that time really comes, let alone resisting, from a political point of view, she thinks it will even be counterproductive.

The soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty fought against the Xirong for many years and suffered countless casualties, many of whom were hated by the country and the family, but the position of the Hou Liao was very dangerous.

Later Liao was brought over by Daqin with its national power, but now Daqin is dead.

It would be better to say that Hou Liao has been able to stand strong until now, thanks to her master's measures of ethnic integration back then. The current King of Hou Liao still yearns for the culture of the Central Plains.

But if, if Xirong is much better than the inland countries, what choice will the king of Hou Liao make for the survival of Hou Liao?

Ying Baoyue didn't dare to think about it, but seeing the menacing Xirong people approaching, the chill in her heart grew deeper.

The primary ceremony and the intermediate ceremony may seem to be just some young people's slapstick, but the younger generation will be the key to the future competition between forces inside and outside the Great Wall.

The rivalry of the older generation has ended in the last era, ending with Xi Rong's failure.

But the outcome of this generation is yet to be known.

Ying Baoyue suddenly understood the significance of what Murong Heng did, the young man who fell off the cliff holding her hand in the last round of the preliminary ceremony.

Xi Rong never gave up his ambition to bury the hope of the six kingdoms of the Central Plains, but wanted to bury it completely.

"Look! Who is that? I haven't seen it in the previous few rounds!"

"Wait, that height... is that a human?"

Suddenly the screams of Chen Zichu and Zhao Guang sounded beside her, and Ying Baoyue looked up, and she was momentarily stunned at the scene in front of her.

For a moment, she felt as if she had traveled to a sumo wrestling arena instead of wrestling.

Behind the Xirong team composed of Chunyuye, He Lianyan and others, a naked man who seemed to be two meters tall suddenly appeared. He was tall and fat, with big arms and round waist. It is more than twice as wide.

"Why is he here?" She heard Murong Feilan next to her startled to speak.

"You know him?" Ying Baoyue asked.

"His name is Hu Yanxie." Murong Feilan looked at the giant and took a deep breath, "But in the north, he has a name, which is more famous than his name."

"What is it?"

Murong Feilan spoke word by word.

"The Giant of the North."

(End of this chapter)