Joy is always over.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and it gradually reaches late at night, and the bonfire gradually fades. The men are drunk and go back to their tents to rest.

Both the Qin generals and the Tatar nobles all surrendered one after another. As the crowds dispersed by the bonfire, the grassland on the autumn night finally gradually became quiet.

Tusahe's eyes were already a little too open, and what he vomited was completely drunk. He drank a lot tonight. Looking at the figure next to him who was still drinking, without any drunkenness, his muddy head couldn't help but think, could he be drinking water?

My eyes turned again and I always felt a little uncomfortable when I saw my sister holding dead grass there. She had no sleepiness and no other people's appearance in her eyes...

I just mumbled a few words and heard that Ah Dad's Anda is the most brave and not as good as... I was covered by Kuetemur's mouth and pulled him back to the tent...

The grassland on an autumn night is extremely cold, but Zhao Shi feels very comfortable.

In addition, he likes quiet the most, so he can drink quietly alone, but not much is there when someone disturbs him.

So he turned around and smiled at his wife, "It's so cold here. You go back first. I'll stay here for a while and think about something."

Zhong Qiniang was already a little sleepy. She stretched her arms out loud and waited for agreement when she heard this. However, when she glanced at the Mongolian girl, she couldn't help rolling her eyes and thought, this was not enough. When this little fox left, she might be able to get into her husband's tent. These Hu girls can do everything.

Seeing her expression, Zhao Shi couldn't help laughing, "Take her back and let me be quiet for a while..."

Then Zhong Qiniang turned anger into joy, nodded, and instructed, "Husband should rest early, don't drink too much, so as to prevent it from hurting your body. Then I will go back first."

In fact, she was also worried too much. The grassland was very strict, and most of the things like lying on tents or staying overnight in outsiders were done by women and women from poor herdsmen, but there were few nobles. On the contrary, most of them were particularly formal in marrying each other's daughters.

There are almost no one who has a private identity like Dadaerzhen. One is because she comes from Mongolian tribes. Among the grassland nobles, she is the most rude, and the other is because she has great ideas and is not too concerned about her father, brother, or grandfather, and blocks her decision.

But after all, they were serious Mongolian nobles. Before they really became the other party’s wife, they would never be able to do anything about burying into a man’s tent...

Zhong Qiniang didn't know these things. Even if she knew, she always had to prevent problems. At this time, she stood up and came to the Mongolian girl, pushing the girl who was still dazed and making a gesture.

The Mongolian girl naturally doesn't want to. The night on the grassland is so beautiful, so she can stay with her sweetheart for a while, even if she just watches him drink, it's good. Where is she willing to leave?

Most girls have just started to fall in love, and this is the case since ancient times, so there is no wonder. As for some people, they will say that they just met a few times. How could they fall in love so quickly? Can they talk about the first love?

That's a big mistake. The women on the grassland are very different from those of the Han family. They are passionate and unrestrained, passionate and direct. If you like them, you like them. Don't ask if you like them, you like them, your handsomeness, bravery, or your considerateness.

No matter how simple or absurd the reason is, as long as you are moved, you will be like a moth to a fire, devoted yourself to the hard life of the grassland, the endless disputes, the strange customs on the grassland, and their humble status.

Let them cherish everything in front of them and never give up if they can hold it in their hands. It can be said that no matter how high or low, the grassland women are the most afraid of losing, and the most pitiful group.

However, the Mongolian girl had just muttered a few words, and Zhong Qiniang had already pulled her up. Although she was petite and delicate, her brute force was not something that the Mongolian girl could resist.

The girl screamed, and was still struggling, but she had already lifted it up. She clamped it around her waist, and walked towards the tent in a daze among the guards.

From a distance, you can still hear the angry screams of the Mongolian girl, but after a while, there was no sound. It was obviously subdued by this powerful general's wife.

Zhao Shi took a smile from the corner of his mouth, turned around and said to the guard: "Leave two people behind, let's go and rest."

Cheng Shuqi immediately ordered, leaving six people behind, retreated in the darkness, guarding the general in the middle, so that the rest of the people would go to rest.

Under the quiet grassland moonlight, the bonfire has burned out and gradually dimmed, leaving only some ashes, which have scattered in the air with the autumn wind.

Zhao Shi put aside many worries and calmed down, just kept drinking and enjoying the feeling of emptiness and tranquility. This was a rare enjoyment for him.

The sound of playing the huqin came from afar, and the singing of the Hu people was desolate and distant, but this grassland night seemed a little more different.

There is no need to think about the world's disputes, no need to recall the past, no need to consider the future, no need to think about military and national affairs, conspiracies, just like this, sitting alone under the moonlight, drinking, body and mind, and almost indulging in it, sitting until dawn...

Finally, the wine bag was empty. Zhao Shi looked at the bright moon that was gradually reaching the sky and sighed slightly, not knowing whether it was because of the lack of wine or the peaceful time was too short.

He slowly stood up, stretched out his body, threw the shriveled wine bag and empty wine bowl on the grass, held his hands, and walked towards the tent...

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Deafening cheers sounded on the grassland, and thousands of soldiers gathered in a large circle, with flags fluttering in the wind.

In the empty middle, two Hedong horses were flying by. At the same time, two petite figures waved their whips and drove their horses, chasing each other, almost moving in unison.

On a low-high mound in front of them, a big flag was inserted on it, dancing vigorously.

More than ten days of hunting are about to end, but there will be a grand celebration, such as wrestling, horse racing, sheep grabbing, archery competition, etc.

However, before the celebration began, the competition in front of us had brought the atmosphere to a climax. The sounds of cheering and encouraging were heard one after another, shaking the whole field.

People don’t care who can win the flag. What they care about is that such a scene is really pleasing to the eye and is also surging with passion. As the beginning of this grand celebration, it is the most appropriate.

The two people competing for the competition have noble identities, one is the wife of the noble general, and the other is the treasure of the Krei tribe, Dadaerzhen, but they are both rare female heroes.

Such a competition between the two women is much better than the men's back and forth, and it is more legendary.

Zhong Qiniang was born in the Qin generals, and she was skilled in bows and horses. The princess Dadaerzhen of the Kelie tribe gave birth to grasslands and grew up on grasslands. She thought she had even surpassed the bows and horses.

Two women galloped on horseback, like arrows breaking through the wind.

If you are a normal competition, you are not just horsepower, you can also shoot against bows and arrows. Of course, you will use headless arrows, and you can also use wooden sticks or other things to hit each other.

But these two were delicate and precious. Zhao Shiyun and others rode their horses to seize the flag, so they made a great concession. How could they even let them shoot with bows and arrows, or fight with weapons in their hands?

Therefore, the final competition is to control the war horse.

In fact, Zhong Qiniang sat down and accompanied her all year round, but Dadaer was really riding the Hexi war horse that he had just picked out these days.

Now the two are not much different, they are almost moving forward in unison, and they seem to be evenly matched, but in fact, Zhong Qiniang has already lost in equestrianism.

The Mongolians who got on horses, regardless of gender, age, could almost be integrated with war horses, because they were people on horseback. They rode on horses when they moved, rode on horses when they were grazing, rode on horses when they traveled, rode on horses when they went home, rode on horses when they fought, still on horses when they were resting, and even on horses when they were playing.

So, not unexpectedly, gradually, Dadaer really began to lead.

As the galloped, his braided hair was flying, his little face full of excitement and blushing, and he was smiling proudly. He could look back from time to time, but his body seemed to be pressed against the horse's back, moving as if he had no weight at all.

Zhong Qiniang gritted her teeth and felt very annoyed. The little fox dared to laugh at her, so she tried her best to urge the horse to fight. However, although the horsepower was stronger than the opponent, it was really a little worse than the riding skills. The two horses were not behind, but they could not catch up.

The war horse galloped, and the hill was about to arrive. The Mongolian girl narrowed her eyes and calculated, tightening the reins slightly, and the horse speed decreased slightly. The front hooves of the war horse were raised and rushed up the hill.

But in the eyes of others, it was actually impossible to see how much the speed had slowed down. The war horse seemed to rush up. Such exquisite riding skills were rare on the grassland, which immediately caused a burst of cheers and admiration.

Just this time, another horse body was pulled open.

He took the lead in climbing the hill and came under the banner first. The Mongolian girl stepped on the reins of the horse and stood up. The Mongolian girl had already grabbed the flagpole with one hand and took advantage of the opportunity to turn over and get off the horse without a pause, as if she had floated down from the horse, and then she had to pull the flag hard.

On the red face, the pride is even stronger, and the smile blooms like flowers on the grassland.........

(I'm asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month, alas, and I'm asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month. In fact, Acao is a little bored. I don't know how everyone feels. I can get rewards for monthly ticket lists every month for three consecutive months. Acao works hard and everyone supports them. They cooperate well, but it's really difficult to compete for monthly ticket lists. It's a little bit worse every month. Alas, in this world, you can't have food to eat if you don't fight...)
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