Chapter 184: Just like when I was a teenager

Bayin was very happy, showing a sloppy smile from time to time, in sharp contrast to his sloppy face.
Bayan: "This Giya is too impolite. Who will eat such a leg of lamb?"
Qi Yan raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face. She couldn't cry anymore, so she finally removed a big stone in her heart, and before she breathed, she pressed a heavier weight.
Qi Yan's mood is very complicated. Although she has never shaken her determination to avenge, but the appearance of the Bayan in this incident has not brought her much joy.
She was happy to meet with Anda, but did not want Bayin to be involved in the incident. The masked man's mind was too deep, and she worried that Bayin would be dangerous. Moreover, the appearance of Bayin made Qi Yan's situation even more passive, as if the dominance of this revenge no longer belongs to himself.
She lifted her eyes and looked at Bayin, she could vaguely see the contours of the past from her counterpart's face. Her feelings for Bayin had never changed, but there had been too much separation between them.
Qi Yan pushed the roasted ladle filled with mutton in front of Bayin: "If you are hungry, eat it."
Bayin pushed the roasted pancake back again: "You eat!"
Qi Yan's heart was heavy and she had long lost her mood for eating, but she did not want to shake the sound of the Bayan and picked up the roasted meat in silence.
Bayin looked at Qi Yan with a smile and laughed, "Anda, you have to eat more. We were tall when we were young. Look at you now. Except for these eyes, where else is there like a prairie!"
Qi Yan smiled, but did not mind the straightforwardness of Bayan, but felt kind.
If the people of the Wei Kingdom heard these words, they would feel uncomfortable, but most of the people in the props are as straightforward as Bayin. They say whatever they think. There are also some shots that do n’t fit the bill. Despicable things.
Besides, Qi Yan was originally a woman. Girls were generally taller than boys of the same age in their childhood. At that time, Qi Yan did not let go of the bark in her height, let alone now.
Roughly, Bayin's height is at least nine feet. At this height, most men can't reach the dust, let alone her.
However, the men of Wei Kingdom were weak, and Qi Yan was half of the prairie bloodline, so he could disguise for so many years.
Bayin watched Qi Yan finish eating roasted ravioli and asked, "Enough? I'll let them roast another sheep for you, and you see how thin you are."
Qi Yan: "No, I'm full."
Bayin said "wow": "This is not okay. Khan could be the first warrior in the grasslands in the past. There are still many tough battles waiting for us in the future. You have to strengthen.
Qi Yan smiled and calmly replied, "But my mother is from the Wei Kingdom." After that, she looked at the Bayan.
Bayin's face changed slightly, Qiang Zi said, "Kutun is ... Kutun is not an ordinary Wei nationality, she is good."
Qi Yan secretly sighed with relief: Fortunately, Bayin's hatred for the Wei people was not blind ...
Bayin: "Stop this, would you like to see your son?"
Qi Yan: "Okay, you take me there."
Bayan rubbed his hands and said, "That ... there is something you shouldn't be angry about."
Qi Yan: "What's wrong?"
Bayin: "I gave the little prince a prairie name, without your permission ... if you don't like it, change it!"
Qi Yan: "What name did you give him?"
Bayin: "Big Yan Jin Wushu. I know I am not qualified to name the little prince, but it is inconvenient for the child to have no prairie name ..."
Qi Yan: "Why not qualified? Just call Jin Wushu, I like it very much."
Bayin grinned: "The rules still have to be observed. You are now sweating in the plowing department. Although many of our people have been killed by old Nangong thieves, there are still many hiding in the grasslands, if not for Anu. Kim and Jiya kept them secretly, so I won't forgive Tuba! They will show up when you raise your arms! "
Qi Yan: "It's good to say this in private. After all, this is the territory of the Tuba."
Bayin: "What are you afraid of ?! At that time, Lao Tzu led the three hundred tribes and took their old sweat heads. With these people in Giya's hands, if I want to leave, no one can keep me! But you won't let me Say, I won't say anything, I will listen to you. "
Qi Yan sighed silently. Bayan's loyalty made Qi Yan very heavy. She never thought of being the King of Khan, nor even thought of bringing the war to the territory of the Wei Kingdom. What she asked for was a blood debt and blood reimbursement. If things go on, I'm afraid it will get out of control.
Maybe tell Bayin the identity of his woman ... Will the other person dispel the thought?
Thought of this, Qi Yan suddenly understood the purpose of the mask man to put the child on himself ... It turned out to be this way!
With this child, even if he and Bayan confessed their identity, I'm afraid Bayin will not give up.
The status of the prairie woman is higher than that of the Wei country. Even if a female sweat king is launched, let alone a child now ...
Fluttershy is the princess of the Plow Division, and this child is also eligible for inheritance.
Qi Yan clenched his fists tightly, hated his hindsight and felt the long-lost fear of the masked man again.
The other party was just hiding behind the scenes, pushing herself to such a passive state, if she appeared in person, she didn't know what would happen.
Qi Yan and Bayan came to the tent where Jin Wushu lived. The last time Qi Yan saw him was still in the middle of a dungeon. For five years, the child had grown up, the golden eyes of his eyes were tough, and there was a shadow of a small butterfly between his eyebrows.
Bayin saw that Jin Wushu actually slept in the daytime, and angrily kicked the guard at the door. The two prairie men were ashamed and could not even dare to turn their lips back.
Bayin returned to the tent, lifted the fur of Jin Wushu cover, and lifted him up from the bed. Compared to before, Bayin's movements are much gentler.
Jin Wushu rubbed his eyes, and when he saw that the person was completely drowsy, he put aside his mouth and tried to cry.
Bayin didn't pretend to be polite because Qi Yan was here. He even complained to Qi Yan with the back collar of Jin Wushu: "You talk about who you entrust your child to? You do n’t even need to say a mother tongue. , Crying after a little grievance, riding badly, five-year-old child can not even pull the bow, how can this be done? "
Qi Yan smiled bitterly. She didn't want the child to recognize her ancestors. She only hoped that he would grow up safely, not become a conspiracy chip, and would not threaten Kocho's safety.
Seeing Qi Yan not talking, Bayin scolded Jin Wushu in front of Qi Yan: "Who allows you to sleep during the day? Have you shot a hundred arrows a day, is that done?"
Jin Wushu raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and replied in the prairie words that stumbled: "Finishing ..."
Bayan: "Don't sleep anymore, go horseback and hunt!"
Jin Wushu: "Yes ... Uncle Bayin."
Bayin's face was a little hesitant, and he put Jin Wushu in front of Qi Yan: "Call my father sweat!"
Jin Wushu raised his eyes and looked at Qi Yan. Compared with Bayin, Qi Yan was like a bodhisattva, so he lowered his alert and called out, "Father Khan."
Qi Yan squatted down and stared at Jin Wushu, thinking of Yu Xiao, who was raised in the inner court. He felt guilty about the child in front of him, and simply held him up and choked, much heavier than Yu Xiao.
Qi Yan: "It's so big."
Jin Wushu stared at the big amber eyes and looked at Qi Yan in amazement. He also replied in Wei nationality: "Uncle can speak Mandarin ?!"
Qi Yan smiled: "Yeah ... I learned it in the past. You should call my father. This is my father's worship brother. Although he is more severe, he loves you."
Jin Wushu Zhiyan said this is not exclusive, because his foster family is an honest farmer, plus the money is generous and he regularly visits the children, so they treat Jin Wushu as if they had done it. But dare not think of monopoly.
Although they couldn't tell Jin Wushu who his parents were, the little guy knew early on that his parents were different.
Qi Yan's temperament was gentle and he spoke softly to him, plus the call of blood, Jin Wushu was very close to her.
Jin Wushu: "Did my father take me home?" After giving a glance at Bayin, he seemed very eager to get rid of the "claw."
Without waiting for Qi Yan to speak, Bayin was unwilling, and said sighingly, "Do n’t you two say something I don't understand!"
The two warriors at the door were already beaten away by Bayin, and Qi Yan calmly replied in Prairie: "What are you shouting about? Father Khan also learned Wei Mandarin with my mother."
Bayin immediately spoke, and when he blushed, he came up with the words: "... I just shouted and refused to go out and fight!"
Jin Wushu held Qi Yan's neck and looked at her nervously.
Qi Yan smiled slightly, and said in the grassland: "We ignore him." Easily resolved Jin Wushu's concerns.
Wei Guo ’s children will never be able to appreciate the emotions of the grassland brothers. In the eyes of Jin Wushu, Bayin is declaring war on his father. I do n’t know that a second person can't be found in this world.
Seeing Jin Wushu's exhaustion revealing exhaustion, Qi Yan turned to Bayan and said, "Let him rest today, let's go for a walk."
Bayin nodded, Qi Yan put Jin Wushu on the ground, and touched his head: "I will get up to eat again when I sleep, and I will come to see you at night."
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After leaving the tent, Qi Yan patted Pa Yin's shoulder: "How much leave me a little face in front of the children. I can't fight you, but we can compare equestrian, do you dare?"
Bayin: "Bibi is better! I'm afraid you won't do it ?!"
The two brought horses to each other. Bayin's mount was as fat and strong as his master, and Jinhuanwu was much more compact than that horse.
Qi Yan and Bayin stepped on their horses, and Bayin pointed north: "Fifty miles further north is the desert. That year, I escaped and escaped, and the end point was there!"
As the words fell, Qi Yan swept past Bayin with a slap of horse belly.
Bayan stunned, whipped his horsewhip, and caught up.
Although Jin Huanwu is young, Qi Yan is light and has no trouble running, leading all the way.
Bayin chased for a while and did not catch up, yelling at Qi Yan's back: "Aren't you kidding me? I haven't said the beginning yet! It won't even count if you win!"
Qi Yan looked back and smiled, joking: "What? You want to play tricks?"
Baying was so angry that he whipped two lashes on the horse's buttocks. The horse accelerated significantly, but it was two horses away from Qi Yan, how could it not catch up.
On the other hand, Qi Yan only held the reins with one hand, his relaxed posture showed an indescribable elegance, and he no longer needed to run to the finish.
Bayin naturally understood that, instead of being frustrated in the slightest, he raised a sense of pride.
Just like that, when Qiyan Agula rode on a fire, all children of the same age could only see his back.
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There were originally two versions, one was to go directly to the story of Jin Wushu, and the other was this version. I decided to use this after thinking about it.
Although it is a bit slower, it is fuller. Like a world, the protagonist can't just do her own thing, that is, the plot.
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