Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1863 Manu
Inside the pitch-black sheepskin, Ying Baoyue heard Murong Heng, who was close at hand, start breathing quickly.

She could feel that Murong Heng was trying his best to control him, but the heart in the boy's chest was beating faster and faster.

"Yo, what's the matter? Are you still sleeping?"

With a bang, the Xirong cavalry flew up and kicked on the sheepskin. The kick was so powerful that Ying Baoyue's body shook, and his face hit Murong Heng's chest.

Murong Heng held back a breath in his chest, and maintained the posture of protecting Ying Baoyue with his arms, clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Pretending to be dead?"

The Xirong cavalry became angry, and swung their whips in their hands and whipped them up violently.

"Snapped!"

The sheepskin was torn apart, exposing the ragged spine underneath.

A hot touch came from the back, but Murong Heng still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Ying Baoyue was protected in his arms, trying hard to keep her breathing steady, and touched the hilt of the giant sword in her arms little by little.

Holding the cold sword hilt, Ying Baoyue opened her eyes, silently calculating the possible consequences of killing this Xirong cavalryman.

A ray of light leaked through the cracks in the tattered sheepskin, and she quietly looked outside, but the moment her eyes were exposed, she froze suddenly.

Someone is looking at her.

A man with a bloody face and ragged clothes was lying sideways in the corner of the tent, his face facing her.

From the look of his clothes, this person should be a horse slave serving the Xirong cavalry. He heard that the Xirong cavalry kicked away a person just now, and it should be him.

The man was dying, and his head and face were just covered by his messy white hair, making it hard to see that he was actually there with his eyes open.

Ying Baoyue huddled in the sheepskin, looking at the scene in front of him, feeling cold all over.

Under the disheveled hair, the man slave lying in the corner of the tent was staring at her quietly with open eyes.

He lay motionless, just staring at her.

No, to be more precise, it was looking at the direction she was in.

But neither Murong Heng, Du Ziqing, nor even the Xirong cavalry around her knew anything about it.

No one noticed the man's actions.

He found that he had torn out the sheepskin, and the people wrapped under the sheepskin were still motionless. The arrogant Xirong cavalry showed a surprised expression.

"Hey, what's the matter with this guy?"

He kicked the body wrapped in sheepskin on the ground a few more times, "It's not really dead, is it?"

"The two of them were half frozen to death when we picked them up yesterday, so I poured them some spirits mixed with thatch grass," Du Ziqing said with his head down.

"Thatched grass? You really aren't afraid of killing these two."

The Xirong cavalry laughed and kicked a few more times, only to find that the human body wrapped under the sheepskin was still like a stiff stone, and suddenly lost interest.

"This man can't do it, and this woman can't do it?"

"Let me see what this little girl looks like."

The Xirong cavalry squatted down and reached out to lift the sheepskin on the floor. Du Ziqing's pupils constricted violently, and the hands under the sleeves trembled convulsively.

The body of Manu who was huddled in the corner of the tent moved.

"what!"

However, at this moment, Sang Lan who was holding the child suddenly screamed.

"What's your name, you bitch?"

The Xirong cavalry frowned and turned around, raising the whip in his hand.

"She...she is..."

Sang Lan looked at the colorful wool on Yinghuoyue's head exposed from the sheepskin on the ground, her lips trembled and she desperately wanted to speak, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence because of her chattering teeth.

Du Ziqing glanced at her, "My lord, what I mean by woman is that she is the first married woman and hasn't given birth yet."

Ying Baoyue, who was hiding under the sheep's skin, was startled, and suddenly understood Du Ziqing's purpose.

Although the Xirong people have no ethical concepts, they believe in witchcraft and are superstitious in some things.When she was stationed at the Great Wall of Eternal Night before, she heard a saying that the people of Xirong attached great importance to the chief and the first marriage. The chief refers to the first son, and the first marriage refers to the first wife.

In Xirong, killing one's father is not considered the greatest hatred. The greatest hatred is killing the opponent's first son and touching the opponent's first wife.

In Xirong, the custom of robbing marriages was prevalent in the past, and robbing marriages means directly robbing other people's wives.This marriage custom is not uncommon in Xirong until now. Even the mother of the current White Wolf King is said to have been snatched by the old king from other tribes.

Xirong people are unscrupulous about snatching marriages, but there is only one taboo, that is, they generally don't snatch other people's first wife, especially when the other party has been married for less than half a year.

The Xirong people didn't care about meat and vegetables originally, but there were several Xirong nobles who died suddenly after robbing other people's first-married wives, and this tradition was gradually passed down.

Although Xirong people like to steal other people's wives, it doesn't mean they are not afraid of death.

According to the witch doctor, the first married woman who just passed the door was covered with dirty things, and the dirty things will not be removed until she spends half a year with a man.

The colorful wool tied in her hair was rubbing against her neck, Ying Baoyue was startled.

She remembered that Sang Lan had said before that in Xirong, only brides who were married within half a year would wear such multicolored wool.

Ying Baoyue suddenly understood why the people of Xirong had such marriage customs.

This special attire is to distinguish the first married woman who has just passed the door from other women, and warns those men who snatch marriages not to do it casually.

Sure enough, upon hearing Du Ziqing's words, the Xi Rong cavalry, whose eyes were drooling, hesitated for a moment.

"The first married woman?"

He raised his whip and picked the sheepskin in front of him.

Feeling the front end of the whip passing through her body through the sheepskin, Ying Baoyue resisted the discomfort in her heart and forced herself not to move.

The Xirong cavalry lifted up a corner of the sheepskin, and saw the woman's face was buried in the man's arms. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she was indeed wearing ribbons all over her hair.

His eyes stopped on those ribbons, a little gloomy.

"My lord," Du Ziqing observed his expression, stepped forward and said, "I heard that you have been looking for a good leather. I happened to beat a big leaf a few days ago."

Ying Baoyue moved her ears, and the big leaf was a sable, the fur was extremely rare, and it was very hard to find in the freezing weather.

"Big leaf?"

The cavalry of Xi Rong really became interested when they heard the words, "Where is it?"

"It's next door," Du Ziqing gestured, "the skin is so big that it's just big enough to make two hand guards."

Salivation welled up in the Xirong cavalry's eyes, and he punched Du Ziqing on the shoulder, "Why haven't I seen you take out such a good thing before?"

"Didn't I just get it?" Du Ziqing said with a lowered eyebrow, "Who dares to hide something under your lord's nose."

"I want to see, what else are you hiding!"

The Xirong cavalry kicked the sheepskin on the ground, excitedly walked out of the tent, and went to the next door.

Du Ziqing chased after her in a hurry, "My lord, please be merciful!"

The voices of the two gradually faded away, and Sang Lan walked out with Wu Enqi in her arms, and the tent returned to calm.

however……

Ying Baoyue huddled in the sheepskin, staring fixedly at the gap outside.

That man slave is still there.

He was thrown in a tent.

The man was still lying on his side in the original position.

Watching her without moving.

(End of this chapter)