San Ye said that he would go see Muzar tomorrow.
Sai He slammed his fist on the table and said in an imposing manner, "When the time comes, I will beat the crap out of those Yue Dan people."
His words caused everyone in the tent to laugh.
His scolding skills were quite good!
Wu Lihan glanced at him and felt that he was Hou Liao's only branch.
He was very different.
San Ye was too lazy to pay attention to him. He looked at Jing Rong. "Young Master Jing, this time, Yue Danren dared to make a move against Miss Ji. This means that he is going against me and the entire Houliao. I, San Ye, will not let them off. I will definitely chop off their hands and feet as an apology to Miss Ji!"
He slammed his fist on the table.
Sai He said, "Not only their hands and feet, but also their hearts."
Hey, brother, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak.
"Third Master, although I'm not from Houliao, and it's reasonable to say that it's not appropriate for me to meddle in the affairs between the two tribes, but the Yue Dan people attacked my people. I'm afraid … I can't be a bystander."
What he meant was – count him in on the Yue Dan people.
"But Young Master Jing, your status …" "Yue Dan is ambitious and wants to annex Hou Liao before leading his army to conquer the Central Plains. As a prince of Great Lin, I cannot let Yue Dan take advantage of this opportunity. Moreover, Great Lin and Hou Liao have been in good relations for the past few years and have never mobilized a single soldier. How can we let Yue Dan mess things up? Moreover …
This time, they attacked my people. This debt will be settled. "Jing Rong's tone was filled with ruthlessness.
San Ye said, "Fine, then you can have Huhe Hao's head."
He waved his hand.
Very generous!
He had said that he would definitely take Huhe Hao's head.
Sai He hurriedly said, "San Ye, if you leave Huhe Hao's head to Young Master Jing, then leave the person beside him to me."
"Who?"
"That son of a bitch Ba Tu!" Sai He said angrily.
As soon as he said this, Wu Lihan couldn't help but let out a "pfft".
He laughed so hard that he almost choked.
"Bang!" Sai He punched the table again and pointed a black finger at him. "What's so funny?"
Wu Lihan: "I'm laughing at how you were beaten by that guy last year."
"If you say that again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
"If you lose, you lose. What's there to be ashamed of?"
"Hehe, if I didn't eat the Ding Hua Grass by mistake, I would have beaten that brat to death." Sai He was so angry that his face turned red.
Wu Lihan threw him a look of disdain.
The two of them were about to fight again!
Jing Rong did not understand. Mo Ruo became the narrator. "Last year, he got into some trouble and was punished to herd sheep. In the end, that kid drove the sheep to the west. Along the way, he met Yue Dan's Ba Tu and the two of them started fighting. The night before, Sai He accidentally ate the Ding Hua Grass on the grasslands. Once it entered his stomach, he would have diarrhea for more than a month.
At that time, he couldn't exert any strength and was beaten half to death. Fortunately, he was strong and came back alive. From then on, he wanted to skin Ba Tu alive. "
"No wonder!"
What a legendary life experience!
Seeing that it was getting late, Third Master dismissed everyone and ordered them to look for Muzhar the next morning.
Jing Rong was stopped by Sai He when he came out of the main tent.
He was taller than Jing Rong by more than half a head. As he stood there, he exuded an imposing aura that was as strong as the mountains and rivers.
"Young Master Jing, you are Mo Ruo Anda's friend, so you are also my friend. If you have any problems in the future, just tell me. If anyone dares to offend you, I will wring his head off."
His tone was filled with blood.
Jing Rong's thin lips parted. "Thank you."
"From now on, you and I are Anda!" He raised his eyebrows at Mo Ruo. "Am I right, Mo Ruo Anda?"
Every word he said was Anda!
Mo Ruo felt numb.
He blushed with shame. "That's enough, Sai He. We can talk tomorrow."
"Fine!"
Sai He straightforwardly left with a big belly.
Mo Ruo looked at his huge figure. "Don't judge him by his appearance. He is indeed a fierce general. He can take on a hundred people at once. He is a legend in Houliao. Not many people dare to provoke him. He is like a snow wolf."
Jing Rong replied, "I can see that."
The two of them laughed.
After entering the resting tent, Mo Ruo ordered someone to bring a few jars of strong wine.
"I can finally drink some wine. Tonight, we won't leave until we are drunk." Mo Ruo pushed a jar of wine towards Jing Rong.
Jing Rong was not in the mood.
His mind was preoccupied.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Rong did not reply.
Mo Ruo put down the wine and frowned. "What happened?"
Jing Rong took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.
He handed it to Jing Rong.
Mo Ruo opened it.
"Isn't this Miss Ji?"
Jing Rong's expression froze. He did not reply.
Mo Ruo rubbed the yellowed paper with his fingers and looked at the lines on it. He was shocked. "That's not right. This portrait is at least ten years old. It shouldn't be Miss Ji! Then … who is this? Where did you get this painting? "
A series of question marks.
"I got it from that Yue Danren." Jing Rong's eyes darkened. "I think it might have something to do with Yunshu's mother."
"Origin? Now that you mention it, I'm confused. "
"Do you remember when Aunty Xie came to the capital to seek justice for her daughter?"
"I remember. Didn't Miss Ji already solve this case?" "Yes, she did," Jing Rong said, "But there was another reason why she took on that case back then. Before her mother died, she left something for her. It was a small square wooden tablet with a pattern engraved on it. She wondered what the words were. Or was it a flower? She searched for a long time, but couldn't find it.
But Aunty Xie's daughter had a doll with the exact same pattern. That was why she took the case. She wanted to find out about the wooden tablet, but she found nothing. "
Mo Ruo understood what he meant. "So you suspect that the person in this portrait might be Miss Ji's mother?"
Ah!
Even he was shocked after saying that.
Jing Rong frowned. "It's just a suspicion. I can't be sure."
The atmosphere was heavy.
Jing Rong narrowed his eyes at the portrait and said, "Look at the woman's clothing in the portrait."
"…" Mo Ruo looked carefully.
"This is not the clothing of the people of the Central Plains. It looks like … the clothing of the Huyi people." In the portrait, the woman's hair was tied up in a bun. There were many exquisite silver ornaments on her head, and a necklace made of hollowed-out silver ornaments hung around her neck. It was mostly in the style of the Western Regions. Her clothing was not bright, but rather heavy. The top part of her robe was open, and the front part was turned to the left.
The narrow sleeves were tied to the waist, and they were all close-fitting short garments. This was indeed the style of the Huyi people.
What did this have to do with the Huyi people?
Mo Ruo made a bold guess. "Could it be that Miss Ji's mother was a Huyi person?"
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