Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

The white clouds are lush, the green grass is lush, and the wind is blowing, setting off blue ripples.

The sky seemed to have been washed carefully, and the blue was refreshing.

The air is filled with the fragrance of the grassland after the rain, refreshing.

At the end of the sky is a blue-green line, soft and light.

In the endless blue color, clusters of cotton-like white are wriggling-three or five rough prairie warriors ride steeds, wield their long whip, and sip bright horns to drive the flock.

Suddenly, an aggressive team rushed out from the depths of the grassland, and the dull horseshoe sound came from far away.

A disgusting warrior in animal skins took the lead: he wore a wide-brimmed forehead, a beard, his feet glaring at the saddle, leaned forward, and struck his horse with his one-handed reins frequently, waving his whip frequently, his eyes showing joy and anxious.

"Drive!" The lead man seated his horse and hissed, his head widened again with the dark crowd behind him.

The steed's long mane and the man's black hair fluttered in the wind, one person and one horse revealing wildness.

Rushing face to face, riding on a few feet outside, turning over, and kneeling on one knee.

The man held the reins, and the subsequent warriors stopped behind him, none of them taking a half step.

"What's the matter?" The man's voice was loud, full of energy.

"It's sweaty, but Dun is about to give birth!"

The dark horse was like an arrow off the string, and a "swipe" ran across the kneeling man and ran forward.

There are still three days before the day the witch doctor deduced. He and his team rid the insurgents at the fastest speed. It was too late to rush back day and night.

The man ran unimpeded all the way to the big tent before jumping off the horse. The prairie people gathered outside the tent had one right knee and fisted into their hearts: "See sweat."

Only six people saluted him, saying, "Sweat."

There was a painful hissing in the tent, and the man's eyes showed a delicate grief that was extremely inconsistent with the appearance. He came to the big tent but was stopped by the witch doctor: "Sweat, Madam is giving birth and you can't enter."

The man's eyes flickered, and his gaze turned into a sharp sword.

The witch doctor stunned aside, and the man grunted, and stepped into the big tent.

A loud cry came, and the man rushed to the bed with a lunge: "Girl, how are you?"

When the woman saw someone trying to rip the corners of the mouth, the dark Yun Yun was wet with sweat and stuck to her face. His face was also extremely pale, but those clear eyes, weakness could not hide the aura inside.

The woman whispered lowly: "Sweat." Only two words revealed a tenderness that was not part of the grassland.

The tall man simply knelt down on the bed next to the bed, holding the woman's face, and clumsily wiped the sweat from her face. Rough fingers contrast sharply with delicate skin: "I'm late."

"Sweat, son or daughter?"

The man only glanced back and said, "It's our son, our first son."

A relieved smile bloomed on the woman's face, her eyes closed weakly. The man first sniffed out his breath before pulling back, pulling the animal fur blanket for her.

Wen Po shivered to bathe the baby, and said, "He is a girl, why should he be a boy?"

After taking care of it, Wen Bao wrapped the child up and handed it to the man, who met the latter's grim eyes, scaring her to drop her head and banned her aside.

The man held the cymbal with one hand and opened it with a glance, then wrapped the baby's skin firmly with the skin of the baby, only to reveal a delicate flat chest, and the baby wept with the stab of the father's skin.

"Witch Doctor!"

The witch doctor held a one-foot-long gold needle and knelt before the man: "The villain is here."

"King Wolf."

"Yes."

The baby's cry was louder than a cry, and his chest was quickly covered with blood. There was a trace of pity in the man's eyes. Although the tattoos burned on the baby were a must for Prairie people, he was inevitably distressed at the beginning of his father, but he was only awkwardly coaxing: "The prairie warrior bleeds without tears. . "

How can a baby understand his father's language? The cry grew louder.

Fortunately, after half an hour, the wolf king tattoo was finally completed, the witch doctor grabbed a handful of plant ash and sprinkled it on the baby's chest, and the blood stopped quickly.

The man glanced at Wen Po: "You are waiting for Ke Dun in the account, and after a while Ben Khan will send someone back to the south."

The mother-in-law was pardoned and knelt down on the ground: "Thank King!"

The man took the baby out of the king's tent, and looked around without a trace to see everyone's expressions for a week. He held the baby high above his head, and a pair of big hands tightly hooped the animal skin around the baby's waist: "This is the first son of Furong and Ben Khan! Marriage with Toubabe! "

The sword-wearing warriors on the periphery knelt on the ground, shouting, "Congratulations!"

Two of the first six men smiled and nodded, and the remaining four looked very different. A man with gray hair came out: "Big sweat, although she gave birth to a prince, she is a foreigner and a southerner. The princess of Tubabe has the noblest prairie blood, it is better ..."

The man interrupted: "Uncle Babu is doubting the bloodline of Ben Khan?"

"No, no, it's just that I have a marriage alliance between the Plow Ministry and the Tuba Ministry in accordance with the will of the gods, and the abolition of the fear that it will cause the Tuba Ministry's dissatisfaction."

The man sneered, "Isn't the uncle old? If the Tuba department dares to be dissatisfied, Ben Khan will lead the warriors to flatten them!"

"But we cannot break our vows ..."

"The uncle made sense. At first, it was because the girl was a southerner Ben Khan who temporarily sealed her as a wife. Ben Khan also made an appointment with several uncles: If Furong can give her a prince before the wedding, she will seal her. For Ketun. Did your uncle forget? "

"This……"

"Well then, please ask your uncle to notify the entire tribe, Seremban's Ketun identity."

"……Yes."

Another elder stood up in time and said with a smile, "Did you sweat the monarch's name?"

The man smiled, and replied in a completely different tone than before: "I have thought about many, but have not decided yet."

The elder shrugged his beard: "What about Agula?"

"Agula? Begyan Agula? OK! Just listen to your uncle!" Agula means mountains in the language of the steppe.

The man raised his eyes in front of him and looked at the pink-carved and jade-like baby's heart: Although Abba had no choice but to raise you as a man, Abba believes that my child and Furong's child can become a towering mountain.

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This land was divided into two by Tianshui Luoshui, and the north and south Wei.

The fertile soil of the Wei country is rich in fertile soil and suitable for farming, and the farming system has gradually formed over thousands of years.

In the dry land of Laos, only weeds grow, and they gradually develop into nomads.

There are three large tribes on the northern steppe, namely: plows, Tuba, Wei Ke.

The three major tribes each occupy the most fertile pastures on the grassland, and the remaining scattered tribes choose to rely on their masters. The strongest is the prop plow, and the royal families are all begging.

This rude man holding a baby is the contemporary king of sweat in the plow department: Qiyan Sukhbaru, which means a tiger.

People in the grassland called the people on the south side of Luoshui as: Southerners.

In the prairie people's minds, the "Southern people" are cowardly inferior peoples, and they think that the noble blood royal family will never marry a woman from the south.

Qiyan Sukhbalu is a special Khan king, which is related to his special experience in his youth.

At the age of fourteen in Sukhbalu, his two uncles colluded with the other two tribes to overthrow the old Khan's throne.

Sukhbalu was escorted by the loyal warriors of Baiqi, and Nandu Luoshui fled to Wei.

There he came into contact with a completely different civilization. People in the Wei Kingdom did not graze, and horses were rare for ordinary people! The ancestors of the southerners lived on a fixed land for captive poultry and **** farming.

Sukhbaru was taken over by a farmer in the border village of Wei State and lived there for five years.

There is only one daughter under the lap of the farmer's husband and wife, called: Hibiscus.

The town where they lived for generations is called Furong Town, and the two daughters' home is just right.

Sukhbaru is grateful to the farmer's family, and it is unequivocal to carry out farm work on weekdays. Coupled with his straightforward and simple prairie personality, the couple loved it. At that time, the north and south sides were obstructed by nature, and there was no war. The couple then assigned their daughter Xu to Sukhbalu.

Unexpectedly, on the eve of marriage, a group of foreigners broke into the village suddenly, and Sukhbalu left with them the next day.

Before leaving, he left Furong with a spiked tooth necklace and said to her, "Sister, wait for the eldest brother to return to marry you."

It turned out that the five-year old Khan Wang reorganized the old part and regained a few pieces of grassland on the edge, but he hadn't had time to lead the plow part to regain the glory, and his body would be better.

In the last coup, the adult son of the old King Khan died as many as possible, and only his younger son, Sukhbaru, was left.

Qiyan Sukhbalu returned to the grassland to take over the throne from his father and buried Xianhan. It took another five years to lead the Plow Division back into the top three tribes.

The Tuba Department jealous of the young 'Tiger Tiger', took the initiative to cede three fat pastures, and proposed to have two parents to repair it.

The six entrusted ministers agreed and agreed with the Tuba Ministry, but Sukhbalu missed his unsuccessful wife from the south all the time, regardless of the objection, and brought a few confidants to find Furong.

At that time, Furong had become an out-of-the-box 'old girl', and the kind farm couple had died of illness because they could not bear the rumors in the village.

In front of the grave, Sukhbalu swore a strong oath that Furong will be fulfilled in this life and this life.

It is strange that even though there is little contact between the North and South Straits, the prairie people have a deep bone marrow bias towards the 'Southern people'. The six entrusted ministers have high prestige and hold heavy soldiers. In the long run, Sukhbaru can only wrong his daughter.

And he thought to himself: he and his wife are still young and will soon have a son. At that time, it is not necessary for Mu to return to her daughter's identity. The grassland tribe is not as pedantic as the Nan people, and her daughter's treatment will not be worse than that of her son.

In this way, Qiyan Agula was born under the control of his father and became the first prince of the Plow Department, and was given a wolf king totem ...

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