At this moment, a voice came from outside. Wen Xining twitched the corner of her mouth. When did she have another sister?
Before she could figure it out, a red figure rushed in like a whirlwind. As soon as she saw Wen Xining, she said hurriedly:
"Sister, the celebration party has begun. My father and brother have called me to invite you out."
Wen Xining looked at this lively and casual girl with a smile. Her name was Su Luoran. She was the daughter of the patriarch and Suta's sister.
Speaking of which, they only met once yesterday, and she just called herself sister so familiarly. It was really helpless.
Seeing that Wen Xining was silent, Su Luoran thought she didn't want to go out, so she became anxious and grabbed her hand.
"I can defeat the enemy this time, thanks to my sister's magical bird, and you saved my brother. My father said that I would like to thank you in person. Sister, just come with me, and by the way, take your magical bird with you.
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Unable to defeat her, Wen Xining could only lead three people and one bird outside with her.
A blazing bonfire has been lit in a large open space in front of the tent. People are sitting on the ground around it, with various foods placed on the low table in front of them.
The unique sound of the piano echoed in the clear night sky. In front of the bonfire, several girls and young men were dancing to the music to their heart's content, while the people sitting next to them were cheering and applauding enthusiastically.
Wen Xining was dragged all the way to the scene by Su Luoran. With just one glance, she saw Beitang Shuo and Mu Lifeng already sitting at two low tables, smiling at her.
"Abba, I brought my sister and the divine bird."
Su Luoran let go of Wen Xining's hand, hugged an old man's arm, and said coquettishly.
"Okay, girl, please sit down, please sit down!"
In front of the table, an old man in a green robe smiled kindly at Wen Xining, his weather-beaten eyes full of joy.
Wen Xining smiled and thanked her. At this time, Beitang Shuo stood up and walked to her side.
"I knew you would definitely come. You will like the enthusiasm of the grassland people."
He hugged her and walked to the low table where he sat and sat down. Xiao Yunnuo and Quan'er were at the same table, and Chu Yan sat next to Mu Lifeng.
As soon as she sat down, a girl poured Wen Xining a glass of goat's milk wine. Looking at the mutton, lamb chops and other food with grassland characteristics on the table, she couldn't help but think of the scene when she went to Inner Mongolia alone in modern times.
The warm hospitality of the grassland people made her unforgettable for a long time.
Su Luoran, who had been smiling all the time, pouted her little mouth, her smile faded slightly, and a touch of disappointment filled her heart after seeing the two of them being so intimate.
Seeing everyone sit down, Chief Su stood up and walked to Bei Tangshuo, holding a wine glass, and said loudly:
"Everyone, I, Feng Mu, can survive this time only because of your help. I, Suchaha, am here to toast you all on behalf of the entire Feng Mu tribe."
Beitang Shuo stood up quickly, raised his glass to Chief Su and said,
"The patriarch's words are serious, it's just a little effort."
After saying that, he raised his neck and drank all the goat's milk wine in the cup.
Wen Xining smelled the faint fragrance and drank it. The pure milk fragrance and the pure taste of wine reverberated in his mouth, and his smile became stronger.
The six people sat down, but at the next moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.
I saw that the Su clan leader who had made a toast did not leave, but suddenly knelt down on one knee, bowed his head to Beitang Shuo and said:
"The young master has a noble status. Fortunately, our clan was saved from being exterminated by Nanling because of the young master. I, Suchaha, bow my head to the young master here. From now on, I, Feng Mu, will belong to Liao Bei and I will be loyal to you from generation to generation without any second thoughts."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, even Beitang Shuo was taken aback.
Su Zhaha did not reveal Beitang Shuo's identity clearly, but what he said next made a smarter person guess it immediately. He immediately moved, the dancer forgot to dance, and the eater stopped eating.
The man who led them to defeat the Nanling Kingdom was actually the prince of Liaobei Kingdom?
Beitang Shuo smiled slightly, stood up and walked forward to help Suchaha up.
"I accept the gift from the patriarch. Please get up."
Patriarch Su followed Beitang Shuo's hand and stood up, his eyes filled with praise.
"With the young master in Liao Bei's future, I, Feng Mu, will be able to enjoy peace forever."
Seeing Patriarch Su walking towards his seat, Wen Xining smiled and drank another glass of goat's milk wine.
With an accident, help, and a battle, Beitang Shuo recovered a nomadic people. His ability should not be underestimated.
"Okay, let's all have fun."
Patriarch Su, who returned to his position, waved to everyone who was still in a daze. Then everyone came back to their senses and continued to cheer.
Those who drink drink, those who sing sing, those who dance dance.
The cheerful rhythm and unrestrained dance of the grassland dance show the boldness of the Feng Mu people; the loud singing tells the joy in their hearts.
At this time, regardless of status, everyone can join the singing and dancing team and enjoy the carnival.
The rough and bold horseback riding dance, the soft and graceful harvest dance, and the beautiful and emotional grassland songs allowed them to appreciate the unique customs of the Feng Mu people, and feel the excellent qualities of being as simple as water and as thick as mountains, allowing them to completely relive this thick grassland.
Nostalgia.
The rolling green grass and flowers, the cry from the heart, the crazy dance of the red bonfire, and the unique felt bag.
"Do you like it?"
Beitang Shuo's gentle voice came to his ears. Wen Xining nodded, but did not turn his head. His eyes looked at these truly enthusiastic people for a moment.
The dancing, unfamiliar faces holding hands, singing and dancing, are a concentration of invisible emotions and the stereotype of true humanity. Every smiling face is so real and stretched; every muscle and muscle is dancing, sweeping away.
The sun is stiff and twisted, it is a smile blooming for victory.
The onlookers on the seats also felt a strong sense of harmony as they exchanged cups and cups. This harmony was hard to capture but could not be grasped. It was invisible but permeated all around.
The smoke carries the fragrance, warmth, and smile, rising, rising...
"Mr.. Gongzi..."
Just as Wen Xining and Beitang Shuo were immersed in this sea of joy, Su Luoran's soft voice came to their ears. When they looked up, they saw her holding a glass of wine with a slightly red face.
Standing there a little awkwardly.
Seeing Beitang Shuo looking at her, Su Luoran's face turned even redder, and she suddenly put something in her hand in front of Beitang Shuo, and then ran away.
The two of them looked down again inexplicably, and saw an exotic sachet in front of Beitang Shuo, with the word "RAN" embroidered on it.
Beitang Shuo looked embarrassed, while Wen Xining was dumbfounded. Is this... a public display of love?