Chapter 177: Interracial Barbarian King 20

Because of Xiaohouye's injury, the envoy of Da Zhao stayed in the Di Clan for a few days before leaving.
It’s not that no one is suspicious of Lin Mingcheng’s injury, even he himself can’t tell why he wants to ride a horse in the middle of the night, but now it’s in someone else’s place, even if he knows there is something unreasonable, no one dares to stand up. Rod stood up and asked.
As for whether the Emperor Dazhao would be angry after they returned to the Dazhao, Jiang Rui was not worried about not cooperating with the Di clan, because she knew very well that in order to appease the Di clan, the emperor could even give up his beloved daughter, Chaoyang. What is the little Weiyuan Hou Xiaohou Ye?
As for Lin Mingcheng's fate afterwards, he can also imagine that since he was a child, he has been hoping to please the morning sun, not just to marry a princess and become a servant? It's a pity that people with disabilities can't become consorts. Perhaps Anyang will insist, but how can the concubine group agree?
A wonderful show of beating the Mandarin Duck is indispensable.
Together with the Jokhang, the birthday envoys of the tribes like Beidi, Urhan and Jiang Rui led the tribe to watch them leave. The long line went away and quickly turned into a thin line on the horizon.
Qiuhua stood on tiptoe and looked around, unable to help but feel a little melancholy. I remember that not long ago, they left their homes along such a road and came here. These envoys can return home, and the princess and them may be exhausted. This life will not be able to set foot on the homeland again.
Urhan’s ears pointed, and he heard depressed sobbing from someone behind him. He knew that they were the people of the Jokhang Palace who were serving the Yanshi, and he could think of why they were crying.
He must be homesick too. Urhan felt his chest became sour and soft, and a little uneasy. He neither wanted her to cry nor let her go, but if she cried and said he wanted to go home , What will he do, can he continue to persist?
For the first time, Urhan was so unsure of his own will.
Although Jiang Rui's eyes were still looking into the distance, her mind had begun to remember what was going on. The hand hanging by her side was suddenly held, and she turned her head to look at Urhan with questions, "What?"
Urhan stared firmly into her eyes, hesitated to speak, and did not say anything in the end, only holding his hands tighter.
"It's okay."
The family quickly became busy again, because autumn was approaching, they were about to move again soon.
Urhan took people to patrol the autumn pastures, leaving early and returning late, Jiang Rui also asked Qiuhua to lead the children to pick all the melons and vegetables in the nursery, cut off the old vines, and bury them in the soil for the coming year Fertilizer.
The children were looking forward to coming to ask her what she would grow in the future. Since Beidi's autumn and winter seasons were colder than those of Da Zhao, Jiang Rui planned to open up another plot of land to grow cabbage and radish after the transfer.
It is worth mentioning that in addition to the children who came to look for her this time, many parents of children were also uncomfortable and asked if she wanted to work with the children at home.
Jiang Rui naturally allowed it, so after arriving in the autumn pasture, these adults took the initiative to open up the land, and the number of people who participated in it was increasing every day. Adults are naturally much stronger than children. Within two days, they will have a large vegetable garden.
In autumn, the grassland is green and yellow, and the swan geese are migrating in line. The sky is high and the ground is very wide. Between the vast world, pastoral songs and rattles are long and long.
A few days ago, it was still cloudless, but it rained continuously today. It was said that one autumn rain and one cold rain. The rain in Mobei was obviously more powerful. Qiuhua found Jiang Rui’s thick clothes for her overnight. Put on. A brazier was burned in the tent, one for lighting, and the other for driving away moisture.
In the afternoon, the rain suddenly turned heavy, and the huge raindrops hit the tent, it was better to fall on the tiles crisply, and appear heavy and thick.
Urhan went out in the morning and has not returned yet. Jiang Rui glanced out of the tent. The sky was dim and the dense rain curtain blocked the line of sight. Except for a few small puddles in front of the door, he saw nothing. She turned her attention back to the book in her hand.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a series of footsteps, followed by a figure squeezing in from the door.
Urhan wears a rain gear made of unknown leather, which resembles a wide hooded cloak. When worn on his body, his already tall figure becomes more burly.
Jiang Rui got up, asked Qiuhua to bring tea, and took out clean clothes from the suitcase.
Urhan was not in a hurry to take off his cloak. He kept one hand in his clothes. At this time, he carefully loosened it. It was a bunch of small red fruits, crystal clear as gems.
"What is this?" Jiang Rui looked around, but didn't find the container in hand, and simply took a jasper square bucket from the multi-treasure rack to install it.
"I don't know the name, it tastes good." Urhan said.
After he changed his clothes, Jiang Rui pointed to tea and asked him to drink it. She told someone to cook it after it rained in the morning.
Now Wuerhan wrinkled his nose and asked: "What is it?" He felt bad when he smelled the peculiar smell.
"Ginger tea, to drive away the cold, run outside on rainy days, be careful to soak the cold."
The reddish-brown soup color reminded Urhan of the frowning-sour tea that he drank here in summer. He tried to struggle: "I am in good health and never got sick."
Qiu Hua washed the small bucket of fruit and presented it again, then withdrew again.
Jiang Rui picked up one. The white jade-like fingertips lined the red coral-like fruit. It was very beautiful. She didn’t look at Urhan, but said slowly:
You don’t need to drink it. The room sleeps."
Urhan picked up the bowl with his hands, and the bowl was completely clean. Fortunately, the tea smelled strange, but the taste was not unbearable. After drinking it, a warm heat arose in his abdomen.
He rubbed against Yan's side, saw that she had no response, and quickly reached out and fished the person out of his lap. He was tall, short, fat and thin, and fit in his arms.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the outside of the tent was damp and cold. The two inside the house sat by the brazier, quite relaxed and comfortable.
The fruit is small, but the size of a knuckle, it looks a bit like wolfberry, the taste is sweet and slightly sour. Jiang Rui ate two and stuffed another one into Urhan's mouth. "Where did you pick it?"
"Turn over the hill to the west." With something in his mouth, Urhan's voice was a little vague.
It is hard to see a few trees on the grassland, at most there are bushes, and wild fruits are even rarer. He has seen tribesmen pick this kind of fruit to please his sweetheart. He happened to meet him today, and it took some time to pick them all.
"It's a pity it's a little bit less," he said again.
Jiang Rui thought for a while, and said, "I will see you next time. You can cut a few branches and come back. I will try if I can plant a living."
Urhan was curious: "Can you plant without seeds?"
"Some are okay, try to find out." Having said that, Jiang Rui has decided to grow this kind of fruit alive. She has been in the Di Clan for so long. If she hadn't eaten it today, she wouldn't know she missed the fruit so much. taste.
According to Urhan's description, the fruit trees are not big, they should be shrubs, and their vitality is relatively tenacious. Even if they are not easy to grow, they should give her some spiritual power and courtesy. It should give her some face.
Urhan had no doubt about the abilities of the Yan family. When he came back, he passed the nursery, and clusters of green seedlings had been drilled in the field, which was all the credit of the person in his arms.
Jiang Rui lowered his head and concentrated on eating fruit, eating one by himself, and stuffing one for Urhan.
Urhan was chewing a little bit inexplicably, looking at her side face, from the long hanging eyelashes, to the bulging cheeks, to the lips that were redder than fruit, the red lips opened slightly. , Showing some thin white teeth, the fruit closed after entering the mouth, only a hint of sweet juice came out of the lips, glowing with moisture under the firelight.
He looked at it for a while, lowered his head as if bewitched, and licked the juice away. It was as sweet as expected. He couldn't help but want more. The tip of his tongue seemed to have his own consciousness, and he opened his white teeth and drilled in.
When it was released, Jiang Rui's lips turned bright and red, and she glared at Urhan.
Urhan smiled and said, "I always feel that what Lan's mouth is sweeter than what I eat."
Jiang Rui ignored him and ate the rest of the fruit.
Urhan didn't care, and waited eagerly, waiting for Yan Shi to finish eating...it is suitable to do something to warm up the body on rainy days.
The author has something to say:
There is one more chapter, the old nine will leave the stage~
Although Lao Jiu aspires to be a prairie wolf, he won’t write about it. After all, it’s not our main thrust to strive for hegemony. This is a sweet essay. Just fall in love. Just hug your wife. It’s time to be satisfied. .
Well, actually I can’t write...