Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1861 Military Wife
The woman came to her side, held up the wool in her hand, babbling and gesticulating in Xirong language.

"She meant to say..."

Murong Heng couldn't stand it and was about to translate what the woman said, but Ying Baoyue had already switched to Xirong.

"Speak, I understand."

The woman stared blankly at her with her eyes wide open, then turned her head to look at Du Ziqing who was standing at the tent door.

Du Ziqing was also a little surprised, "Do you speak Xirong?"

There are very few people from the six countries in the Great Wall who can speak Xirong, and even fewer people who are proficient in both Central Plains and Xirong. It is difficult for even princes and nobles to find a suitable teacher to teach them.

In Ying Baoyue's capacity, she has no chance to come into contact with Xirong language at all.

Ying Baoyue glanced at Murong Heng, "Ah Heng taught me before."

Murong Heng looked at her from the side, he couldn't affirm or deny her, his expression was extremely complicated.

"Really?" Du Ziqing glanced at Murong Heng, "Anyway, it's convenient if you can understand."

He said lightly, "I heard from Ah Heng that you plan to have a simple Xirong wedding."

"That's not what I said!"

Murong Heng interrupted him abruptly, his face flushed red, "I mean, I'm going to pretend to do it..."

"No matter what you want to do, you can just ask Sang Lan about what you need for Xirong's wedding."

Du Ziqing raised her chin towards the woman standing beside Ying Baoyue, "She knows."

Sang Lan?

Ying Baoyue looked at the robust Xirong woman beside her, but for some reason she kept her head down and behaved cautiously.

It turned out that her name was Sang Lan.

"Okay, the preparations for the wedding are more troublesome on the woman's side, let them go." Du Ziqing looked at Murong Heng who was standing beside Ying Baoyue with far-reaching eyes, "Ah Heng, come out with me, I have something to do." ask you."

Before Murong Heng could reply, the man strode out of the tent.

Murong Heng's body was a little stiff, he looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "You and Aunt Sang Lan are here to prepare, I will come as soon as I go."

Ying Baoyue nodded, and Murong Heng walked out of the tent holding the sword.

After the two men left, Sang Lan, who had been tense all the time, suddenly relaxed, with a relaxed expression on her face.

"you……"

Ying Baoyue kept observing her reaction, and asked softly, "Are you afraid of your husband?"

Sang Lan shuddered, tongue tied and said, "No, I'm not afraid. Gongga...is a good person..."

Seeing how frightened she was, Ying Baoyue could only smile wryly.

Judging from Sang Lan's address to Du Ziqing, Du Ziqing probably didn't tell her his original name, let alone his original experience.

Thinking that the two of them even had children but still knew nothing about each other, and that Du Ziqing still had his original wife and children inside the Great Wall, Ying Baoyue didn't know how to face this woman.

Fortunately, after being embarrassed for a while, Sang Lan finally got rid of her restraint, knelt down by the side of the bed, and reached out to hold her hair.

Some rough fingertips were inserted into her hair. It was the first time that Ying Baoyue was touched by someone's hair, and her neck couldn't help shaking.

"Girl, your hair is so beautiful."

Sang Lan praised in Xirong language, held up the multicolored wool yarn that was spun and dyed in her hand, and braided it into Ying Baoyue's hair one by one.

"Before our Xirong daughter got married, Aniang would use this kind of thread to braid our hair."

In other words, this is the dress of a married woman in Xirong?

Ying Baoyue glanced at the bun on Sang Lan's head, but found that there were only a few dark wool tied on it. She asked suspiciously, "Then why don't you have any on your head?"

Sang Lan smiled, and reached out to take off the hairband on Ying Baoyue's head, "Only brides who have been married within half a year can wear colored wool. I am already old."

Sang Lan's fingers dexterously shuttled through Ying Baoyue's hair, braiding the multicolored wool into her hair. The broken hair around the top of her head was all formed into braids, and the braids were gathered to the back of her head. A big braid hangs down the back, decorated with ribbons from the top to the tip, and a few small animal teeth are used to drop the horns.

"Look, you're so pretty."

Sang Lan brought an earthen bowl full of water and put it in front of Ying Baoyue, letting her look at her reflection on the water.

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes slightly. It was her first time to dress up in such a foreign race, and she thought it would be fancy.But at a glance at this moment, countless silk threads are dotted in her hair sporadically like flowers. There is a touch of beauty in the rough nature, making her look like a woman born and raised on the grassland.

"Did you also dress like this when you got married?"

Ying Baoyue reached out and touched the ball of wool on the tip, and asked curiously.

Sang Lan, who was originally smiling, suddenly froze and bowed her head in silence.

Sensing the silence of the people around her, Ying Baoyue looked at her puzzled.

"Gongga and I have never had a wedding."

Sang Lan was silent for a while, then spoke with her head down.

no wedding...

Ying Baoyue suddenly didn't know what to say, and regretted bringing up this question.

"sorry."

Sang Lan shook her head, looked up into Ying Baoyue's eyes calmly, and said, "I am a gift from His Royal Highness Zhai Wang to Gongga, and I am not worthy of the wedding."

King Zhai?Gift?
Ying Baoyue was taken aback for a moment, Du Ziqing mentioned that his Xirong wife was a woman arranged for her by the White Wolf King, why did it become a gift from King Zhai again?
"Tell me, who sent you?"

There were bleats from the sheep outside the tent, Sang Lan looked at the sheep outside the tent, and replied meekly, "I am a slave of His Royal Highness Shi Zhai, and I was sent to Gongga by His Highness Zhai together with the flock of sheep. of."

with the sheep...

Ying Baoyue felt inexplicably sad, and she suddenly understood why Sang Lan was so humble and fearful when facing Du Ziqing.

In Sang Lan's mind, she, like the sheep, was only Du Ziqing's property, not his wife at all.

"Auntie!"

At this time, there were pattering footsteps outside the tent, and a chubby little boy rushed in from outside the tent, and jumped onto Sang Lan's back.

"Wuenqi, my doll, didn't I let you play outside?"

Seeing her son, Sang Lan suddenly smiled on her lonely face. She carried the boy on her back and coaxed him.

The little boy lay on his mother's shoulder, staring at Ying Baoyue curiously with wide eyes.

His face was very similar to Du Ziqing's, but the color of his eyes followed his mother's.

Looking into those light-colored eyes, Ying Baoyue felt as if her breath was blocked.

"Unqi?"

She asked softly, "Is that his name?"

Sang Lan nodded shyly, shaking the child on her back, "It was from Gongga."

this name...

Thinking of the meaning of Wu Enqi's three words, Ying Baoyue's mood became more and more complicated, "You and him..."

Just as she was about to speak, there was a sudden noise outside the tent, the sheep were screaming, and the sound of horseshoes could be heard from afar.

"Embrace the moon!"

Murong Heng rushed in from outside the tent with a flustered expression.

"Someone is here to inspect!"

"Hide quickly!"

(End of this chapter)