Tusi was obviously very satisfied with the wooden frame, and he laughed loudly and said: "Quickly excuse me! Take a seat first and drink three bowls of strong wine to drive away the cold!"

Qi Muge bowed and thanked her, and glanced around at the seats around him. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Dalima and showed a bright smile.

Dalima turned her head away and pretended not to see.

Qi Muqi sat down, looked at Dongming Ziyu, and asked, "It's really rare for Tus Khan to have distinguished guests here after the snowstorm."

Shangguan Ruoli secretly said that Qimuge's eyes were really vicious, and it was immediately obvious that Dongming Ziyu was the one with the highest status here.

You must know that Dongming Ziyu has already changed his appearance and deliberately restrained his momentum.

Maybe it's the innate nobility in his body that can't be concealed no matter what.

Tus laughed and introduced: "These are the benefactors of the Raihatud tribe and merchants from Da Ming."

He did not mention Dalima, but saying that she was the benefactor of the Raihatud tribe showed more respect for them and did not make them feel uncomfortable.

Qi Muge didn't ask any further questions. He picked up the wine bowl and said, "Here's a bowl to the noble man!"

Young Master He, as the "boss" on the surface, took the lead in picking up the wine bowl, followed by Dongming Ziyu, An San and others.

Young Master He drank a bowl of wine and grinned.

Dalima hurriedly cut the roasted leg of lamb with a delicate knife and put it on the plate in front of him. She said softly: "Eat some meat quickly and press the wine with it."

Young Master He didn't know whether it was the smell of alcohol or something else, but his face was slightly red, but he still ate the barbecue and looked at Dalima gratefully, "Thank you!"

Dalima returned an affectionate smile and cut another piece of mutton for him.

Qi Muge's eyes darkened, and the look he looked at Tusi was somewhat meaningful.

Tusi seemed not to understand, he toasted everyone with a haha, sang and danced, and the atmosphere became lively again.

It was not a big deal despite the cold weather, and the prairie people were so hospitable that they served the meal from noon until late at night.

Because Ling Yu was sleepy, Shangguan Ruoli carried her back to the yurt arranged by Dalima early.

There were several braziers burning in the yurt, but the felt was too thin, so it was still too cold inside the yurt.

Shangguan Ruoli didn't take a shower either, he simply freshened up and then fell asleep with Ling Yu in his arms.

The bedding is all my own and has a familiar smell.

The cold wind howled outside, causing the yurt to sway slightly, and the howling of wolves could be vaguely heard in the distance.

As soon as the door opened, Shangguan Ruoli woke up and was relieved to see that it was Dongming Ziyu.

Dongming Ziyu smelled of alcohol. Seeing that Shangguan Ruoli had woken up, he asked, "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold. I was afraid that Ling Yu would be cold, so I hugged her to sleep." Shangguan Ruoli pointed to her backpack not far away, "There are hangover pills in there, you take two."

When I was away from home, I couldn't make a hangover soup, so I asked Bai Qingqing to make pills.

Dongming Ziyu nodded, took two pills and ate them.

Shangguan Ruoli was afraid of waking up Ling Yu, so he asked softly: "Have you talked to Mr. He? What does he think about Dalima's proposal?"

Dongming Ziyu took off his heavy coat, "He's still dizzy and can't make up his mind. Finally, he said, let us and An San make the decision, he can do whatever he wants."

Shangguan Ruoli's lips twitched, "What do you mean?"

"It seems that the big pie came too suddenly and knocked this guy unconscious." Dongming Ziyu took the hot water kettle from the burning charcoal stove and poured water into the basin.

Shangguan Ruoli disagreed, "It's because Young Master He doesn't have that deep affection for Dalima. He just has a good impression, not to the point of falling in love with her."

Dongming Ziyu gave a faint hum and started to wash up.

Shangguan Ruoli said: "I think the wooden grid is not simple."

Dongming Ziyu spit out the mouthwash in his mouth, "It doesn't matter if he is simple or not, as long as he doesn't provoke us, we will mind his own business."

Shangguan Ruoli agreed, "After staying for three or two days, let's leave. Find a town to stay and ask Jing Yu to send some fruits and vegetables. Ling Yu can't stand eating meat every day."

"Okay." Dongming Ziyu wiped his face with a cloth, but the dye of the disguise was not washed away.

Their disguised skin color can only be washed away with potions, and they are not afraid of water.

Dongming Ziyu washed his feet, took off his down jacket, lifted the quilt and got in.

Shangguan Ruoli chased people away, "Go, Ling Yao is here, it's too crowded for three people to sleep on the same bed."

Dongming Ziyu lamented, "It's so cold to sleep alone with my husband, so desolate!"

Shangguan Ruoli: "..."

This person is really becoming more and more childish.

In the end, Dongming Ziyu was not driven away. He hugged her and she hugged Ling Yu, falling asleep listening to the crackling sound of wood and the howling cold wind outside.

Not everyone can fall asleep, and He Dashao is one of them.

He stared at the dome of the yurt and sighed.

An San didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You kid, someone has taken a liking to you. Why don't you just have fun and sigh?"

Young Master He said: "I don't want to marry yet."

An San was puzzled, "You don't like Dalima? I see that you are very kind to others."

Young Master He said with a bitter face: "I don't know either, but I feel uncomfortable when I think of her marrying someone else. Let me marry myself, and I feel like something is missing."

An San is a straight man and cannot be a close brother, so he said: "What can be missing? I don't want her to marry someone else because I like them."

Young Master He thinks this seems to be the case, but...

In the end, I was distressed and covered my head with the quilt, trying to cover my head and fall asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

In Tusi's tent, Tusi and her wife Zabu didn't sleep either.

Dalima knelt there, crying so hard, "Father, mother, I really like that He Yuxi. If I get married now, I must marry him!"

Zabu also begged Stu with tears in his eyes, "Khan, can you really bear to see Dalima unhappy? Dalima almost died this time. If we lose Dalima, we will regret it for the rest of our lives."

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Tusi was scared when he thought about it, but as his children, love was never the first priority in marriage.

"But, that boy is just a businessman, how can he be worthy of my daughter? Dalima is the most beautiful flower on the grassland."

Dalima cried: "But he saved me. I would have died without him. I must marry him. He is good-looking, interesting, enthusiastic, careful, and kind..."

"But," Tu Si interrupted her bottomless boast, "You are going to Da Ming to marry her. Are you willing to give up our home? Are you willing to give up our relatives?"

Dalima said: "They will come to Xirong once every two months. If they want to come back, they can come back with the caravan? I married to the Erut tribe and followed them to nomadic life. It is common not to see each other for a year."

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Zabu's eyes lit up and he said helpfully: "There will be a heavy snowstorm this year, and there will most likely be a severe drought. Life on the grassland will be difficult. Dalima marries a wealthy businessman in Da Ming, will we still be short of food and medicinal materials?"
Chapter completed!