Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1602 Hell
Chunyuye's almost bewitching beauty has always been firmly in her heart.

But this beauty does not entirely belong to Xirong people.

Whether in her previous life or in this life, she has never seen such a good-looking Xirong person.

At that time, Ying Baoyue had a guess.

That is the person in front of her, who should be of mixed race.

At the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony, Chunyuye once played the phoenix-headed harp that was only found in the Central Plains in public. Coupled with his overly fluent Central Plains dialect, Ying Baoyue once thought that his mother might be from the Central Plains.

But after meeting Chunyuye's mother in previous memories, Ying Baoyue realized that her guess was completely wrong.

Chunyu Ye's mother was not only from Xirong, but also the youngest daughter of the former White Wolf King of Xirong, a noble princess of Xirong.

The Xirong people call her Princess Zhiyun.

"Ya'er, stop! What are you doing!"

A woman's shrill cry came from afar, and Ying Baoyue raised her head, looking at the woman in white stumbling over from a distance, feeling complicated.

Chunyu Ye's beauty was indeed inherited from his mother.

In addition to the title, Ying Baoyue has also heard other herdsmen call her "Subud".

Subud means "pearl" in Xirong language.

The woman in the distance has a beautiful appearance that makes people feel pity, and a fair complexion that is not like the Xirong people, and her body is not as strong as the Xirong women.

But Ying Baoyue more or less knew the reason why Princess Zhiyun was weak.

This pearl on the Xirong Grassland was not protected by someone, but was ravaged by the wolf king.

"Princess, princess, the Khan is coming back, you can't run out!"

There was the sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground and the maid's anxious shouts. Ying Baoyue looked at the chains on the woman's ankles in the distance, and could not bear to look away.

Princess Zhiyun was usually chained in the sleeping tent by the White Wolf King.

Ying Baoyue didn't know why the White Wolf King treated her sister like this, but she vaguely heard the maid mention that it was because Princess Zhiyun had escaped a few years ago.

Why did she run away?What did she do after she escaped?
Ying Baoyue had no way of knowing, but only knew that from the time Chunyuye could remember, her mother was a woman bound by iron chains.

"Ye... Ah Ye, are you okay?"

At this time, the woman who had broken free from the chain had already run to the side of the two boys. Princess Zhiyun stretched out her hand to push the black-skinned boy who was stepping on Chunyuye, but the boy remained motionless, and Bitong stared gloomily at the woman kneeling on the ground, He spit out a sentence that shocked Ying Baoyue.

"mother."

This boy is actually the son of Princess Zhiyun?

The outline of the young man's face could be seen the shadow of the White Wolf King, but he did not resemble Chun Yuye at all.

Xirong people have the custom of father's death, wife and stepmother, so they don't call their father's women except their biological mothers.

Ying Baoyue originally thought that the two were half-brothers, but now it seems that they are siblings from the same mother?
Since he is a compatriot from the same mother, why did he treat Chunyu Ye like this?
And judging from Princess Zhiyun's reaction, she seemed to be very afraid of this son.

"His Royal Highness Zhai," the woman in white lowered her head and pleaded, "Please let him go."

Ying Baoyue was startled, this boy is only 15 years old, and he is already King Zhai?

"Now you know how to call me King Zhai?" Hearing this address, the black-skinned boy's eyes became even colder.He bent down and picked up his mother's chin with a whip, "Didn't you just call me by my name?"

The woman in white trembled slightly, raised her head, and stared sadly at her eldest son, who was far taller and stronger than herself.

"Ya'er, let him go, he is your younger brother."

"This bastard brought from outside is my younger brother?" The black-skinned boy raised his head and laughed, then lowered his head and stared fiercely at his mother, "I, Chunyu Ya, don't have such a younger brother!"

Chunyuye on the ground struggled violently, Chunyuya kicked him aside, Zhiyun screamed, crawled over and wanted to hug him into his arms.

Looking at the thin brother lying on the ground like a dog and the pity in his mother's eyes that had never been shown to him, Chunyu Ya's eyes became even more violent, and he grabbed his mother's arm.

"I thought you, a woman, had no heart."

"Now I know, it's just that my heart is not with Chunyu Ya."

He grabbed Zhiyun's arm and threw her heavily to the ground, a man's scolding came from afar.

"Tooth, what are you doing!"

Hearing this voice, Zhiyun on the ground trembled all over.

The White Wolf King in wolf fur came striding forward, and whipped the eldest son's body with a whip.

"Father," Chun Yuya took a whip and stepped aside to salute the White Wolf King.

The White Wolf King gave a cold snort, glanced at the woman lying on the ground, his eyes stopped on the broken chain on her ankle, and his eyes sank.

"It broke again."

"Sister, it seems that your realm has risen again, and you have to change to a thicker chain next time."

There was a smile in the man's voice, but Ying Baoyue covered her mouth suddenly when she heard the words.

Her chest heaved with anger and nausea.

This woman is a cultivator?
This man knew that his sister was a practitioner, but locked her in the tent with iron chains?
The White Wolf King's eyes fell back on the eldest son, and he whipped him again, "Go back and beat your own Yan Shi, I dare to touch your mother before I'm dead?"

Chunyu stood up against the whip marks, looked at Chunyu Ye on the ground with killing intent in his eyes, tightened his belt, turned and left.

Seeing him like this, the White Wolf King had admiration in his eyes.

He squatted down and looked at Zhiyun lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

"Is our son outstanding?" He laughed loudly, glanced at Chunyu Ye who was lying on the ground soundlessly, and stretched out his hand to lift Zhiyun onto his shoulder.

The woman in white trembled all over and struggled violently, "Let me go!"

She desperately stretched out her hand to the boy whose life and death were unknown on the ground, "A Ye!"

However, the man did not give her the opportunity to check on her son's injuries.

"Since Ya'er doesn't like this younger brother, why don't you give him a new one?"

The White Wolf King laughed loudly, turned a deaf ear, and strode towards the bedroom with the woman on his shoulders.

The surrounding maids and guards seemed to be familiar with such situations, and retreated in other directions.

From the beginning to the end, no one paid attention to the dying boy lying on the ground.

The night gradually deepened, and there were bursts of howling wolves in the distance.

The beaten boy was lying quietly among the weeds.

No one noticed, he slowly got up from the ground, and staggered like a ghost towards the large tent in the distance.

Seeing the direction he was going, Ying Baoyue felt a suffocation in his chest.

A victory was just fought tonight, and the royal court was full of carnival atmosphere, and piles of bonfires were lit around, the laughter of men drinking and the screams of women were mixed together, and the smell of alcohol and blood reverberated in the camp .

No one bothered outside the White Wolf King's big tent.

The boy quietly walked outside the big tent and raised a corner of the tent.

The sound of the man panting, the sound of clothes being torn, and the sound of the woman crying, screaming and struggling intertwined.

The boy just hid in the corner of the tent, watching quietly.

Ying Baoyue wanted to close her eyes, but countless images of despair flooded into her mind, making her breathless.

She was shaking.

At this time she finally understood.

for what.

Others are hell.

(End of this chapter)