Yu Jia was wearing a golden felt hat, with a few tassels dangling down her beautiful ears, which looked dazzling. She was wearing a golden Hu style dress, which was embroidered with golden wolf heads of different sizes. They were either glaring or roaring, looking majestic and intimidating. There was a row of orange-yellow buttons at the end of the dress, from her full breasts all the way to her right lower abdomen. Among the wolf heads all over the ground, there was an additional hint of feminine gentleness, nobility, and elegance.
She slowly stood up. The golden wolf robe that represented her identity tightly wrapped around her beautiful body. The dress was long, dragging on the floor. Under the dim light, it reflected a slender and beautiful shadow.
Yu Jia brushed the camel bell with one hand and turned around to look at him. Amidst the peach blossoms on the ground, her cheeks were like ivory jade that was dyed red. Her bright lips were transparent as if water could drip from them.
What did she ask? Mute looked around vigilantly. In the room, the silk was dancing, and the camel bell was ringing. The peach blossoms were everywhere, and the fragrance was everywhere. It was like being in a paradise, warm and charming. In this room, besides Yu Jia and him, there was no one else.
"You really can't hear me?!" A soft sigh sounded beside his ear. The fragrance of the breath was like that of orchids, with a fiery breath, hitting his cheeks. Instantly, he jumped in fright.
When he turned around, he saw Crescent Moon's pretty face with a pink blush. She was only a few inches away from him. The faint scent of horse milk wine came. Yu Jia seemed a little drunk. Her red lips were slightly moving, and her eyes were shining like the stars in the morning. She stared at his eyes, as if she was wondering about something, or looking for something.
Seeing that familiar yet strange face, Mute's heart was beating fast. He hurriedly took a few steps back. He lowered his head and waved his hands.
"You, look at me!!" The cold and stern voice seemed to come from the distant horizon, carrying with it an authority and dignity that could not be challenged. Two white and tender fingers gently lifted his chin, slowly lifting his head up.
Yu Jia's eyebrows twitched, and her eyes were like lightning. She held his chin with the posture of a king. She stared at him. Her deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate into his heart.
Damn it, what is this? This girl has become the king, and I have become a concubine that she can choose. Mute complained incessantly in his heart, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The two of them were facing each other, their cheeks inches apart. They could vaguely hear each other's rapid breathing. Yu Jia's eyes became watery. "You really don't know me? But I have an intuition. I must know you! "
Mute screamed and shook his head furiously.
"It's useless even if you deny it." Determination flashed across the beautiful Golden Saber Khan's face. "The despicable method you used to defeat Tusozzo and the despicable act of smearing medicinal powder on your warhorse … I have a sense of deja vu. Of course, there is one more important point — "
Mute looked at her in confusion. Crescent Moon 'er's gaze was deep as she faintly said: "— — When you appeared in front of me, I suddenly had a feeling of heartbreak. I couldn't help but want to be close to you. I think I must have seen you before! Intuition is very important to me. Even if I am wrong, I will not regret it! Can you understand what I am saying?! "
It would be strange if he could understand. With Lin Wanrong's level of Turkic language, he could only see her open her mouth.
Mute's eyes were filled with hesitation and helplessness. That expression could not be faked. Yu Jia stared at him blankly. Suddenly, she silently grabbed his hand tightly, her long eyelashes trembling. Her tears slowly fell. "After returning from beyond the Great Wall, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things! To me, this is what I have forgotten. Maybe it is what I have been looking for my whole life. Who made me forget? Why did he do this to me — — I hate him, I will not let him go! "
Golden Saber Khan clenched her fists tightly. Her silver teeth bit her red lips so hard that they bled. Her eyes emitted an incomparable hatred, like a raging flame that wanted to burn everything.
Lin Wanrong did not understand anyway. He looked around, his eyes filled with innocence. He did not know that Yu Jia hated him to the extreme.
If he could be like Mute, a person who could not hear or speak, it would save him a lot of trouble. Yu Jia sighed faintly. She wiped away her tears and held his hand. She softly said, "Do you like it here? This is Yu Jia's room! "
Mute stared at her with his eyes wide open. Crescent Moon smiled and pulled him to walk around the spacious room. "I know you can't hear, but it doesn't matter. Yu Jia is your ear! When I am with you, I can say anything. I like it this way. Look, this is a good kiln. When I was sixteen, I hid it from my father and secretly went to Xing Qing Prefecture to exchange for it with the horse milk wine that I brewed myself. This is tea leaves, this is rouge, this is China's poetry book, this is the clothes I made myself, this — — "
She looked at the empty glass bottle and was stunned. Her eyes were filled with confusion. "This is called perfume. It is a new invention of the China. I like it the most. Strange, why is it empty?!"
Lin Wanrong's heart was like a mirror. When they passed through the Sea of Death, she poured out the perfume and secretly used it to store the water that was allocated to her. Then, she secretly gave the precious water droplets to Wo Laogong.
"Ah, ah!" Mute moved his nose to the glass bottle and took a few deep breaths. He kept nodding.
"You like it too?" Crescent Moon was delighted. "Don't worry, I have more with me! The person who made the perfume in China is a big profiteer. This bottle can buy thirty sheep, and it is often not available. I spent three times the price to buy two bottles! "
Fortunately, Lin Wanrong didn't understand what she was saying. Otherwise, he would be furious. Miss, you bought smuggled goods from the black market. Do you want to count the price on me?!
"And this, pink gauze. It is all good silk from Jiangnan. China's women always choose this color when they get married. I like it too. Mute, do I look good?!" She used the floating pink gauze to cover her face. Only her bright eyes could be seen. She was shy but happy. Her expression was the same as when they first met outside Xing Qing Prefecture.
Life, life! Looking at that beautiful face, Mute sighed speechlessly.
Crescent Moon held his hand and strolled around her room, laughing non-stop. Lin Wanrong was excited. He knew that the reason why Yu Jia was so close to him was not only because he was the mute warrior who won the sheep competition. More than that, she unconsciously felt close to him, as if it was a habit that had been cultivated for many years. Even if she could completely forget about him, it was a habit that was engraved in her bones. How could it be changed so easily?
Unknowingly, they had reached the center of the room, and both of them stopped at the same time. Yu Jia slowly sat down and touched the soft Luo Qin next to him. He said softly, "Do you see this? This is called the ivory bed. It was given to me by my father. It was meant for my wedding. It's just that he didn't live to see that day! "
Yu Jia silently lowered his head, his eyes filled with tears. Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder. He looked up and saw Mute looking at him with sympathy.
Crescent Moon smiled slightly. Without waiting for him to hesitate, she pulled him to sit beside her. "Do you know, this is the greatest wish of my life. He wanted to conquer China! For this, he fought with the China for his entire life. Even after he passed away, he wanted to hide it from the China people! I have been by my father's side since I was young, and I am very interested in China's culture. I can understand many things with just a thought. Even my father praised me for being smart, so he gave me this heavy responsibility. "
Mute didn't understand a single word she said. But Yu Jia liked this kind of method to reduce stress. She looked at the confused Mute and said softly, "Actually, we Turks are not as strong as we think, especially after my father passed away. Badru has a large army and is eyeing the throne. But Tusozo wants me to marry him and usurp power silently. The only one with some foresight is Teacher Lu Dongzan, but he has no real power. Sarmu is still so young, and I want to give him a complete grassland in ten years — "
She silently leaned on Lin Wanrong's shoulder and said softly, "Mute, do you know how much I envy you? Because you can't hear these words, and you won't be like me, with countless worries! You can always be a worry-free mute warrior! "
Crescent Moon hugged his arm tightly and leaned her head on his shoulder. Her soft body trembled slightly. This kind of reliance was purely from the lingering inertia in the bottom of her heart, but it was so natural. This scene was completely different from the past when Lin Wanrong found opportunities to take advantage of her.
Even though there was a language barrier, he could still feel the weakness in her heart. Mute let out a long sigh and remained silent.
Hearing his sigh, Yu Jia hurriedly raised her head and said softly, "Don't be afraid. As long as I am here, no one can hurt you! Even if you are deaf or mute, I will cut off the tongue of whoever dares to laugh at you. I will definitely protect you and make you the happiest person on the grassland. May the god of the grassland be my witness, Yu Jia swears on my life!! "
Yu Jia's stubborn gaze was as clear as crystal. Mute looked at it in a daze. For some reason, his nose suddenly felt sour and his eyes turned red.
Crescent Moon looked at him and was stunned. Suddenly, she gestured in surprise and said, "Mute, you, you can understand what I say?!"
Just this one sentence! Mute nodded his head lightly.
"Mute, you are so powerful!" Crescent Moon looked at him and suddenly her tears fell like rain. "Father passed away, and I took little Sarmu with me. It was so tiring to be alone! Other people have ears and mouths, but they never know what I am saying. The only one in the world who can understand what I am saying is you! "
Yu Jia who was crying looked so beautiful and pure. At this moment, her beauty had dissipated. She was no longer that beautiful and intelligent Heaven's Favorite who dominated the grassland. She was just an ordinary Turkic girl who enjoyed seven emotions and six desires.
He couldn't understand this sentence again! Mute smiled bitterly.
With tears on her face, Crescent Moon looked at Mute a few times. Suddenly, she stood up and pressed him down on the ivory bed. She said softly, "You stay here, sit properly!"
What was she doing? Beneath him was as soft as silk, but Mute couldn't sit still for even a moment. Yu Jia looked at him and said firmly and stubbornly, "I want to find back everything I have, no one has the right to make me forget! Mute, no matter who you are, I want to see you! "
Her slender fingers opened slightly and instantly reached for the mask on Mute's head.
Why, forgetting was the best choice!! Lin Wanrong's heart was filled with mixed feelings. He clenched his fists so hard that they made cracking sounds. He actually had a feeling that he couldn't do it.
"Dang!" A crisp sound of the sword and knife clashing. The silence in the room was instantly broken.
"Who is making noise outside?!" Yu Jia's slender hand paused slightly. She turned around and shouted angrily. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her cheeks were cold, her eyes were deep, noble and dignified. In the blink of an eye, the pure girl, Crescent Moon, had disappeared. Standing in front of her was the calm and wise Golden Saber Khan.
"Who dares to stop me —" A man's angry shout came from afar, accompanied by the sound of swords and spears. "Great Khan, Yu Jia, why don't you see Tusozo?! Bastard of the Yue Clan, come out! Tusozo wants to fight you to the death! "
Yu Jia's eyes turned cold. The leading palace maid's panicked voice came from outside the door. "Great Khan, the Right Prince is making a ruckus outside the palace, saying he must see you! He's already in conflict with the guards! "
The Great Khan snorted angrily. He was about to push the door open when he suddenly stopped and turned around to hold Mute's hand. He said gently, "Come out with me! Don't be afraid. I'm here, no one can hurt you! "
'I'm afraid of him? That's not right. Did he fall off his horse with all the disabilities all over his body? ' Lin Wanrong chuckled and pretended to be worried as he nodded.
Yu Jia turned around and looked around with nostalgia. His small hand gently pulled the camel bell. With a clear ring, the two of them stepped out of the door. Just as they stepped into the garden, they heard angry roars coming from outside. Tusozo, who had a broken leg, ignored the guards and rushed in with his machete.
Seeing Yujia come out, Tusozo was stunned with joy. He immediately cheered, "Yujia — Great Khan. You're out, you're finally willing to see me! "
Yu Jia's eyes were cold. His gaze fell on the machete in Tusozo's hand. "Right Prince, are you rebelling?!"
"Clang." The machete in Tusozo's hand fell to the ground. He did not care about his broken leg. He quickly bowed, his face pale from the pain. "Tusozo dare not. It's just that I'm eager to see the Great Khan. That's why I acted on impulse! Please forgive me, Great Khan! "
"Acted on impulse?" Yu Jia said calmly. "Does the Turkic Khaganate not have rules? Would you act on impulse like this when my father was still alive?! Trespassing into the forbidden grounds and roaring in the harem. Not only do you have to give me an explanation, you also have to give the Turkic people an explanation. "
This sentence was extremely harsh. Yu Jia had only inherited the position of Great Khan for slightly more than half a year. It was time to establish his authority. Tusozo's face was pale. He swung his machete. "Swoosh." His left thumb spun and flew out, blood gushing out. Lin Wanrong was stunned. As expected of the Right Prince of the Turkic Khaganate, this fellow was ruthless!
"What are you doing?" Yu Jia quickly stepped forward and said with concern, "Right Prince is the pillar of the Turkic Khaganate. How can you injure yourself? Quick, bandage the Right Prince's wound! "
Tusozo pushed away the guard who was applying the medicine. He let the finger bleed and bowed. "Tusozo's love for the Great Khan can be seen by heaven and earth!"
No matter how rude and unreasonable the Right Prince was, his feelings for Crescent Moon were sincere. However, he did not have the ability to conquer Yu Jia. Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed.
"Right Prince, please get up!" Yu Jia personally helped Tusozo up. Two guards had already come over to support him.
Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the better, a person beside Tusozo hurriedly knelt down and said loudly, "I am Zhao Kangning, Crown Prince Cheng of China. Greetings, Golden Blade Khan. May the Great Khan be healthy and beautiful forever. "
This was authentic Chinese. Lin Wanrong heard every word. He cursed in his heart. How could Qing Xuan and Xian 'er have such a cousin? How embarrassing.
Crescent Moon looked at Zhao Kangning, who was kneeling on the ground. Her lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "Crown Prince Cheng? Is there still a King Cheng in China? Why don't I know?! "
This slap was really loud. Zhao Kangning's face turned red. He lay on the ground and mumbled, not knowing what to say. Lin Wanrong felt great. He wanted nothing more than to hug Crescent Moon and kiss her.
Yu Jia ignored Zhao Kangning and turned to Tusozo. She frowned and asked, "Right Prince, why do you wish to see me?!"
The Right Prince looked at the Yue clan behind her and gritted his teeth. "Tusozo only has one request. Please grant it, Great Khan."
Looking at Tusozo's hateful eyes, she knew he was up to no good. Yu Jia pulled Mute to her side and whispered, "Don't be afraid. Stand behind me. With me here, he won't dare to do anything to you."
He didn't understand her words, but he knew what she meant. Mute's heart ached. He held Crescent Moon's hand and lowered his head slightly. Looking at his sparkling eye sockets, Yu Jia suddenly froze. Yu Jia froze and said, "I've seen you before! I must have seen you before!" She started sobbing unconsciously. She mumbled to herself as if she was searching for something.
The Great Khan's care and love for the Yue clan was vivid in his mind. Tusozo almost went crazy. His bleeding hand pointed at Mute and said loudly, "Great Khan, Tusozo wants to have a duel to the death with this Yue clan in front of all the victorious tribes! Mute, do you dare to agree?! "
Who knew what this guy was barking about. Mute curled his lips in disdain. He looked around and saw Zhao Kangning, who was kneeling on the ground, secretly looking at him.
"Hmph." He glared at the young prince. He glared at the young prince. Zhao Kangning shuddered in fear and quickly lay on the ground, not daring to move. When dealing with such a person, dodging would only make him more suspicious. It was better to ask him to obediently shrink his head back.
"Duel to the death?!" Yu Jia sighed slightly. "Tusozo, do you still have the right to say that?!"
During the Sheep-Catching Competition, Tusozo was thrown off his horse by Mute from the Yue clan. If it was a duel to the death, the Right Prince should have died then! How could he have the time to propose a duel now?
"Mute, let's go!" The Great Khan shook his head slightly. He led Mute forward.
"Yu Jia —" Tusozo panicked. He jumped on one leg and hastily stood in front of her. "— Great Khan, please give me another chance. We grew up together. From the first time I saw you, Tusozo swore that I would make you my wife. After so many years of fighting in the north and south, conquering the Iron Reins and flattening the grasslands, Tusozo has never asked the Great Khan for merits. I only have one wish in my heart: to ask the Great Khan to betroth his most beautiful and intelligent daughter, Yu Jia, to Tusozo as his wife. Yu Jia, Great Khan, Tusozo can die for you. Please give me another chance! "
Tusozo's face was flushed with excitement. His bulging eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exceptionally terrifying.
Crescent Moon sighed softly. "Tusozo, I'm very grateful for your kindness. However, I've already given you a chance! When the Golden Blade was suspended in the air. I've given all the men of the grasslands a chance. You're the one who lost it! Why did our ancestors set the rules of the Sheep-Catching Competition? If I show favoritism because you're the Right King, then everyone who fails can ask me for a second chance. That's an insult to warriors! Everyone only has one chance. It's the same for you, and it's the same for Mute Warrior. "
Yu Jia's soft words were like a knife stabbing the Right King's heart. In the end, he could only blame himself for not seizing the chance, and even more so for that treacherous villain from the Yue clan. He ignored the Great Khan and glared at the Yue clan member, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Mute, I won't let you go. We'll meet at the banquet!"
'Damn it, a cripple cum eunuch dares to be so fierce in front of me? Looks like I didn't beat him hard enough! ' The Right King was carried away by two guards. Lin Wanrong spat and thought indignantly.
"Mute, will you cry for the woman you like?" The Great Khan suddenly grabbed his hand and asked softly.
'I don't understand!' Mute simply made a few "ah" sounds like a goose's cry!
The hall where the banquet was held was less than a mile away from Yu Jia's harem. As they approached, before anyone entered the hall, there was already a hubbub, and the scent of wine and meat wafted over with the wind.
The so-called banquet of the Turks was far from exquisite, but it was very substantial. Large chunks of boiled beef were piled on the table, and over thirty racks were filled with roasted lambs that glistened with oil. Each lamb had two Turkic machetes stabbed into it, ready for slaughter. Butter dripped into the brazier incessantly, stirring up soft crackling sounds. Horse milk wine was splashed everywhere, the fishy scent wafting into the nostrils and whetting one's appetite.
Even the banquet held by the Great Khan could not change the Hu people's habits. Whenever a fat lamb was roasted, they would grab it with their oily hands regardless of the consequences. The faces of all the Hu in the hall glowed, their hands gleaming. The only one who was a bit more cultured was the one who used a knife to cut it into pieces and then gnawed on it. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be that fellow Hu.
There were not many masked warriors in the hall. Old Hu and the others were the victorious Yue clan. Without Golden Blade Khan, no one dared to unveil them.
"Greetings, Great Khan!" Seeing Yu Jia enter, the Hu people in the hall quickly put down the lamb's paws and legs, and crossed their wet hands in front of their chests, bowing respectfully.
Crescent Moon nodded with a smile. "Warriors, please continue!"
They watched as General Lin followed Yu Jia into the hall. Hu Bugui and the rest were overjoyed, and quickly rushed forward.
The Hu people in the hall were clearly divided into two factions. On one side were the Turkic dukes near the throne of the Khan's Court. There were about twenty to thirty of them, and the closer they were to the throne, the nobler their status. The lame Tusozo sat at the head of the crowd, his gaze cold as he stared at the Yue clan. On the other side were the warriors who had won more than three rounds in the Sheep Snatching Meet. There were about a hundred of them, and they sat in the middle of the hall. Many of them had already taken off their masks, and were calling their friends.
"Sister, you're here!" Little Khan Sarmu sprinted over from the throne, and held Yu Jia's hand tightly. He looked at the mute behind Yu Jia. He asked curiously, "Warrior, did you come with the Great Khan?!"
"Of course he came with me." Crescent Moon's face blushed faintly.
"I know." Sarmu nodded, and took out the golden blade. "Sister, this is for you!"
Yu Jia hummed softly, and took the golden blade in her hand. She looked at the mute, and lowered her head slightly. "Sarmu, do you recognize all the warriors in this hall?"
"Of course." Little Khan nodded seriously. He pointed at the various tribes in the middle and said, "I personally took off the masks of all the warriors who won more than three rounds. I even drank with each of them. I can even remember their names. Isn't that right, warriors?!"
"We will forever remember Little Khan's kindness!" Dozens of tribes shouted together. Having their masks that symbolized honor lifted by the Khan was something that they could be proud of!
"Very good, Sarmu!" Yu Jia patted Little Khan's shoulder in relief. She pointed at those below the throne and said, "And these princes, uncles, and brothers, they are the pillars of the Turkic Khaganate. You should also drink with them and learn from them!"
Little Khan replied proudly, "Sister. I've also drunk with these uncles and brothers! "
"Little Khan has a great capacity! The Great Khan has taught you well! " All the princes and dukes bowed, and even Tusozo stood up shakily. Other than Lu Dongzan and Badlu, all the Turkic elites were here.
Crescent Moon's eyes were slightly red as she said proudly, "Sarmu, you're a good man. I'm proud of you."
Hu Bugui was a little shocked. This little fellow drank here and there, could he be a wine immortal? Lin Wanrong, on the other hand, knew that Yu Jia was the most capable, not Little Khan. With her skillful hands, it was as easy as drinking water to make some hangover medicine. She was nurturing Sarmu's prestige in all aspects, and her good intentions were evident.
The Great Khan held onto Little Khan's hand, and the siblings slowly sat on the Turkic throne that symbolized the highest power. The hall immediately became solemn.
"Reporting to the Great Khan, there is one last tribe that is waiting for your noble hands to personally remove their masks!" The Turkic priest's voice was heard slowly, and the hall was instantly filled with joy. Everyone knew who the last tribe was, and this was already the most exciting moment of the Sheep-Snatching Festival.
A few dazzling fireworks lit up the sky outside of Kizil City. Hu Bugui looked around, overjoyed, and hurriedly shot a look at the crowd. The dozen or so Yuezhi tribe members had already unknowingly stood up and approached the rack where the sheep were hung, their hands unknowingly gripping the greasy machetes. The Turks saw that they were imposing, and thought that they were lining up to receive the Great Khan's blessings, so their cheers became even more enthusiastic.
Yu Jia slowly stood up, tightly gripping the golden machete in his hand, and was about to speak when he saw the Turkic Right King struggling to stand up and yelling, "Wait!" Tu Suozo turned around, one hand folded across his chest, facing Yu Jia, and said respectfully, "Reporting to the Great Khan, in the name of the God of the Grassland, Tu Suozo wishes to duel with the mute warrior to the death!"
"You — —" Yu Jia's face was pale with anger, and the hand holding the golden machete could not help but tremble.
The hall was in an uproar. Although Tu Suozo's request was a little excessive, to be able to see the mute warrior display his skills was almost everyone's wish.
"General, what do we do?!" Hu Bugui hurriedly lowered his voice.
"Prepare to move!" Lin Wanrong said expressionlessly. Raising the blunt machete in his hand, he strode forward.
What was wrong with the mute warrior? Everyone was dumbfounded, and they looked at him in shock, not knowing what he was going to do.
The mute warrior walked forward step by step, slowly walking to Tu Suozo's side, and coldly staring at him.
"What are you doing?!" The Turkic Right King jumped up on one leg and retreated two steps in shock. Before he could react, he felt a heavy fist smashing into his head. "F * ck you!"
This series of actions happened in a flash, and before anyone could react, Tu Suozo's body had already collapsed to the ground. Zhao Kangning, who was sitting beside him, was so frightened that he scrambled down the steps. He was all too familiar with this kind of violent method, and in his shock, his fingers moved rapidly, and he stammered, "You, you are — —"
"Mute — —" Yu Jia's eyes widened, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared at him in a daze.
The warrior's eyes glistened faintly, and he gently said, "I'm sorry, little sister. I'll be a mute in my next life!! "
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