Shangguan Ruoli somewhat sympathized with Young Master He, but as long as Young Master He and Dalima had feelings for each other, it would be fine, at least it would be better than a purely political marriage.

An San rescued his disciple and said to Dalima: "Okay, we will follow you to your tribe."

So, everyone followed Agudamu back to the Raihatud tribe. After trudging in the snow for a day and night, they found the Raihatud tribe living behind a low mountain.

Because it was leeward, the damage situation was much better than expected.

The Great Khan Tusi of the Hatud tribe welcomed Dongming Ziyu and his party with a ceremony to welcome distinguished guests, and entertained them warmly with good wine and meat.

There was a fire burning in the middle of the large yurt, with a roasted lamb on it. The grease dripped on the firewood, making a sizzling sound. The smell of barbecue filled the yurt.

There is a circle of tables around the yurt, with kumiss, cheese, dried meat and other delicacies placed on them.

In the middle of winter, they have no vegetables, only meat and dairy products, and some dry naan.

"Come! Drink this bowl of wine! Welcome Dalima's benefactor, the noble of our Raihatud tribe!" Tusi picked up the big bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Agudamu also stood up and raised his wine bowl towards He Dashao and the others, "Thank you, my benefactor, for saving my sister!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Tus gave this eldest son an approving look. He braved the snowstorm to find Dalima. He was a kind and responsible man.

The other elder brothers, with their eyes twinkling and each with their own thoughts, stood up to toast Mr. He and Dongming Ziyu.

There is no such thing as a guard between men and women among the children of the grassland. Shangguan Ruoli was also sitting next to Dongming Ziyu, with the little bun Ling Yu sitting in the middle.

Ling Yu was eating delicious barbecue. Although she could act ugly, she was still as cute as a cute little squirrel.

When she saw the kumiss in the bowl, she thought it was milk.

With a milky voice, she said to Shangguan Ruoli: "Yu'er wants to drink milk!"

It’s been a long time since I drank hot milk. When I was in the palace, I would have a glass of it every morning and evening.

Shangguan Ruoli smiled and said: "This is mare's kumiss, not milk."

Young Master He immediately asked Dalima: "Do you have hot milk?"

Dalima smiled and said: "The most indispensable thing on the grassland is cattle and sheep. Naturally, there is no shortage of milk."

After saying that, he turned around and asked the maid to bring a cup of hot milk.

Young Master He smiled and nodded, "Thank you!"

Seeing his smile, Dalima's beautiful eyes suddenly sparkled.

Tu Si looked at it, frowned, and then continued to drink with everyone calmly.

He doesn't have many daughters, and now only Dalima is suitable for marriage, so she must play her due role.

The He family is indeed very rich, perhaps not as rich as the rest of the country, but much richer than their tribe.

But the He family is a powerful force in Da Ming, so it would be a big deal if they unite. No matter how rich they are, the cooperation will not be as smooth as other tribes in Xirong.

A cup of hot milk was served, and the milk was served in a colorful glazed cloisonné enamel cup, which was very rich and elegant.

Shangguan Ruoli picked up the cup, smelled it, and took a sip to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the milk.

"Drink milk! Drink milk!" Ling Yu looked at the glass of milk eagerly like a little baby seeing a bottle.

"It's hot." Dongming Ziyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took the cup and shook it gently to cool it down.

Ling Yu sat there, swallowing her saliva and waiting.

Her cute look made everyone laugh heartily.

Dalima looked envious and looked at Young Master He secretly. This man was also very handsome. If she had a daughter with him, would she be as well-behaved and cute?

From the corner of his eye, Young Master He saw Dalima looking at him, and he looked back. When he met her bold and fiery gaze, his face turned red.

This "eyebrow flirting" was a bit annoying to the old father when it fell into Tusi's eyes.

Rough and bold music played, and a group of unrestrained young people from the prairie sang and danced around the bonfire.

Ling Yu had never seen this kind of dance before, and she watched it with gusto, her big dark eyes full of curiosity.

Just as the banquet was reaching its climax, a young man came in, bringing with him a gust of cold wind.

He ran up to Tusi and whispered something.

Tus laughed heartily, "Today is such a good day, and we have another distinguished guest coming to our door. Welcome Sanagoqimuge of the Erut tribe!"

When Dalima heard this, her little face turned pale.

She stood up suddenly and said loudly: "Father! I want to marry my savior, He Yuxi!"

Young Master He was stunned by this sudden confession and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Accept it? It seems that the relationship between the two has not reached that level yet.

Refuse? I don’t want to.

When Shangguan Ruoli heard Mr. He's name, he looked at Half Bucket of Water and translated Dongming Ziyu.

Dongming Ziyu whispered: "Dalima is going to marry Young Master He, and the person who comes should be the husband chosen by Tus for Dalima."

Tusi said with a cold face: "Nonsense! Shut up!"

Dalima's eyes were determined, "Father, I wouldn't marry Qimuge if I didn't like someone before. Now that I have someone I like, I won't marry him! Unless you let me die!"

Prairie women will bravely pursue their sweethearts, and they also have their own fierceness.

The yurt, which had been lively just now, was now silent, with only the crackling sound of the fire roasting the lamb.

Tusi's face was dark, and he said in a deep voice: "Sit down first, we will talk about this later!"

Dalima wiped away her stubborn tears and said: "Now that he is here, he just wants food and money. My father Khan married me to him, which is equivalent to finding a blood-sucking insect for the Raihatud tribe!"

Agudamu advised: "Dalima, please discuss this matter slowly and don't be rude in front of the distinguished guests!"

Dalima sniffed and said: "If I don't say anything now, Father Khan will sell me! Before we can save food from the court, we have to feed them first, and we have to get married to me. Why did Father Khan

Do you want to do such a wasteful thing?"

"Shut up!" Tusi felt that his daughter had humiliated him in front of everyone, and his face became angry.

What does this daughter know?

Breaking away from the jurisdiction of the Xirong court and not having to pay annual tribute is just the first step. Next, he will dominate the grassland and become the king of the grassland.

This requires a lot of manpower, and the way to quickly obtain manpower is to form alliances with other tribes.

At this time, the door of the yurt opened and a burly young man in his twenties came in.

Dalima had already said what she meant, walked to Mr. He and sat down.

Young Master He stiffened and did not move away or ask Dalima to leave.

His wooden lattice salutes Tusi: "His wooden lattice refers to Tusi Khan!"

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, regular facial features, and an upper-medium appearance. He is tall and burly, but does not appear tough. At first glance, he looks a bit honest and honest.

However, the glint in his eyes revealed that he was not the honest man he appeared to be.
Chapter completed!