Bianjing female doctor has a melon-eating system

Song Yu threatened word for word. At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked Wei Shu on the calf.

Wei Shu's legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Song Yu, when will you change your habit of kicking people?" Wei Shu whispered and distanced himself from Song Yu.

After taking only two steps, Wei Shu stepped on something hard. He picked it up and looked at it in the moonlight. It turned out to be a broken bowl with a chipped mouth. He whispered in embarrassment: "Um, um, did you enter the wrong room? This is probably the kitchen."

Song Yu took a deep breath and strode towards Wei Shu's direction.

"What did you say?"

Wei Shu hurriedly retreated: "Calm down your anger. This is different from the structure of the post station in the capital. Don't blame me!"

Song Yu gritted his teeth and chased after him: "You idiot Wei, you are really incapable of achieving anything. How many times have you tricked me? I am really obsessed with you today. I believed your evil and came here on horseback in the middle of the night. No, this mouthful I have to get angry!"

"Song Yu, Brother Song! Spare your life, spare your life."

The space in the kitchen was too small, and Wei Shu had no choice but to retreat. He leaned against the stove and closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and said, "My life is at stake!"

Song Yu walked calmly, but did not pay attention to his steps. Suddenly he tripped over something. In a hurry, he grabbed Wei Shu's lapel and fell to the ground with Wei Shu.

Along with the "crackling" sound of pots and pans falling, the moonlight outside the window slowly filtered in.

There was a thin figure squatting on the ground. Song Yu stumbled and held on to the pillar to steady himself.

"Who! Come out!" Song Yu held the dagger tightly, his eyes as sharp as arrows.

Under the dim moonlight, Weiyu raised his hands and stood up carefully.

"No, don't kill me, I just came to the kitchen to find something to eat."

Song Yu took a closer look and saw that she was a thin little girl, shivering, but she was quite fair and tender, and the moonlight made her skin look like water.

"Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you wearing weird clothes?" Song Yu put a dagger against the girl's chin and curiously fiddled with the beads on the girl's clothes.

He looks very much like a playboy who is idle and idle.

The girl raised her head in fear, fearing that she would be stabbed by a dagger. While answering Song Yu's question, she quietly moved her hands behind her back.

"My name is Baorao, and I'm from the Tatar tribe."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl fumbled for a fire stick.

"Oh, from the grassland? Baorao? This name is so strange. What should it be called in our Central Plains dialect?"

"Yu, Baorao means rain."

Song Yu clicked his tongue: "The names given by you naughty people are not poetic at all. Why don't I give you one? Seeing that you are so thin, let's call it Weiyu. Wei means the little one. You know what it means, right?"

The girl responded obediently: "Thank you."

Seeing that she was obedient, Song Yu took the dagger away with confidence. But at this moment, the girl hit Song Yu on the head with a stick.

Song Yu was not mentally prepared at all. He was confused and his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

"Come here! Help! I'm in trouble!" The girl

tribute gift

The melodious sound at the palace banquet

The man put his right hand on his left chest in salute, leaned slightly and said, "Honorable Emperor of Yan State, on behalf of the Tatar tribe in the grassland, I present you with a treasure."

Emperor Yan Zhongqi, whose body was drained by alcohol and sex, narrowed his eyes and stared at the man for a long time.

Suddenly he stood up and pointed at the man and said, "If I am not satisfied with the treasures presented by your tribe, you know what will happen." The man shrank, of course he knew what the fate would be. Three tribes have been destroyed because they offended Yan Zhongqi.

Song Yu secretly rolled his eyes, but when he saw the person who appeared, his eyes widened.

Enemies will not stop hunting just because their prey is isolated.

Prairie hawks are good trackers. Dozens of goshawks flew across the sky with the sound of sharp wind, and their talons were decorated with the totem of the Tata tribe.

An eagle's cry exploded in the air, filling the sky with shock. Along with the cry of the eagle came the cheers of those sturdy men.

For a moment, screams, the sound of horse hooves, the cry of eagles and their ferocious laughter were mixed together.

The tranquility of the grassland was disrupted.

The leader is the leader of the Tatar tribe, named Tulu. He is the strongest man in the tribe, with vigorous and powerful totems tattooed on his bare arms. Tulu didn't look particularly rugged, but the beard that covered his face made him look a few years older.

He led the men of the tribe and chased the two poor "prey" on horseback. But he didn't catch up immediately, but stayed away from them, playing with them in the midst of applause. Like a cat teasing a mouse, admiring the death struggle of its prey.

"How can the little white flowers on the high mountains withstand the ravages of the violent storm? Princess from the Central Plains, please stay in my royal tent." Tulu laughed loudly and was very proud.

Lin Wan was protected by Jingyi, but she glared at Tulu stubbornly: "The wind and rain I have endured are all caused by you."

Tulu held the riding whip and pointed at Lin Wan: "People without strength are not qualified to accuse."

He looked at Lin Wan's skin that was still fair and tender despite being exposed to the wind and sun on the grassland. He smiled and said: "Besides, you are so beautiful. Having a beautiful woman like you is a symbol of my strong status as Tulu."

There is no power of self-preservation, no support from the mother country, only the appearance of a disaster. The noble eldest princess has become something that everyone on the grassland chases away.

Tulu stopped talking, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the master and servant onto the horse, and took them back to the king's tent like they were carrying prey.

Everyone was laughing except the two of them. Lin Wan lay on Tulu's horse and closed her eyes in humiliation.

She did not shed tears. The six years on the grassland made her understand that tears are the most useless thing.

"Turu, what will you do with me?"

Tulu was not angry at her calling her by her first name, but stretched out his hand to twist her buttocks and said with a smile: "I wonder if the skin of children born to little women in the Central Plains will be more delicate than ours?"

The people accompanying him laughed in agreement.

Jingyi cried in shame, and Lin Wan just trembled with anger.

This is not the first time they have escaped from the grassland, but they are caught every time.

No wonder their guards are not tight. What else can be more fun than releasing prey and catching it again?

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, taking away the extravagant hopes of the two foreigners.

As night fell, bonfires were lit on the grassland. People sang and danced around the bonfire, and the laughter and singing spread far and wide.

Lin Wan in the king's tent had already changed his clothes. The fiery red clothes were decorated with luxurious jewelry. The candlelight shook her body and shone on her face, which made her look very pale.

Jingyi knelt down on the wool blanket and laid out dishes for her.

"Aunt, am I too weak? In fact, living is more painful than death." Lin Wan lowered her head: "Aunt, I don't want to die, I want to go back."

Jingyi said nothing. She held Lin Wan's hands and tried to give her some warmth and strength.

"Hahahahahaha, women from the Central Plains are so fair and tender, and their bodies are as delicate as freshly baked goat's milk cakes." Rough laughter came, and Lin Wan broke away from Jingyi's hands and swept all the food on the table to the ground. .

The chatter and laughter outside the king's tent were interrupted. After a while, a maid brought more and more exquisite food.

But no matter how exquisite the food on the grassland is, it can't compare to a bowl of sugar water in the Central Plains.