Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Because General Zhang and his wife were Han Chinese and they were captives of the Mongols in name, the burial after death should not be too ostentatious.

Although A Nuo was physically and mentally exhausted, he still managed the funeral of his parents with one hand.She was reborn into this world, and knew that the two were her parents since she was a baby.Every little bit of care and wholehearted care, these are things she didn't have in her previous life.

February is a beautiful day, the weather is getting warmer and the white flowers are starting to bloom.The cherry trees in the yard are still blooming as beautifully as that day, and the faint fragrance of flowers can still be smelled when a gust of wind blows.However, there was a huge firewood pile in the center of the yard at this time, and the two people lying on it were the relatives who still had tea and talked with her the day before yesterday.

Arnold wiped the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that hadn't fallen yet.The maid beside her handed over the torch, and she took it with her hand and threw it towards the woodpile vigorously.Thick smoke rose, and the billowing smoke was like the last farewell her parents gave her in this world.

The fire went from burning to extinguishing, and then it didn't even feel hot at all.Everything was reduced to ashes, and there was no trace of the previous one.

A Nuo hugged a small urn, and put his parents' ashes into the urn little by little.

"Princess, the things have been packed according to your instructions, and the carriage is ready." The little maid reported softly, for fear of disturbing A Nuo with her loud voice.It has been three days since the incident happened, and there has been a lot of discussion in the palace. Although the legend is not entirely credible, it is true that Arnold's parents died.At this time, no matter who it is, I am afraid that it will not be in a good mood.

A Nuo silently closed the jar, hugged it in his arms and glanced at the small courtyard again.Although there are not many memories here for her, it is full of shadows of her parents.She also seemed to see her parents sitting with her under the cherry tree, drinking tea, eating snacks and chatting.

She tightened the urn in her hand, took a deep breath to calm down.Turning around, looking at the little maid who was still waiting by her side, "Let's go!"

The little maid didn't dare to say anything more, she led the way quietly.

A Nuo followed her out of the palace, got into the carriage and was about to set off.She wants to go back to Shuzhong, back to Diaoyu Mountain, and bury her parents there.

With a neigh, the carriage stopped just as it took a step forward.

The groom's helpless voice came from outside the carriage, "Princess, the prince is blocking the front of the carriage, and it seems that he can't get away."

A Nuo felt a pain in his heart, and he tightly grasped the urn with his fingers.She took a deep breath, opened the door and got out of the car.Brother Hu in front of him was a little pale, wearing a dark blue robe, and staring at her with light brown eyes.

"Get out of the way." A Nuo's voice was cold, she was holding the urn with one hand, and the other hand was trembling under the sleeve.It was this hand that raised Hugechi's machete and chopped it down mercilessly, almost killing him.

"No matter what, I... will not let you go." Hu Gechi grabbed her wrist, pulled her and walked towards the palace. "Father Khan has issued a decree, and today we will set off to return to Dadu. At this time, you can't go anywhere, you can only stay by my side."

Anuo shook his hand away vigorously, but Hugechi's hands were like iron tongs tightly cuffing her. Annoyance flashed in her eyes, "Hugechi, let me go."