Zhu Yongxing smiled stupidly and looked around blankly. Meng He was already blushing from drinking. He smiled and raised his eyebrows and said: "It's okay, it's okay. They asked you, is Mengzhu pretty today?"
"Well, beautiful, very beautiful." Zhu Yongxing told the truth and nodded repeatedly.
Oh, the Miao girls cheered and ran over to pull Zhu Yongxing up who was confused. They pushed him and Mengzhu shoulder to shoulder and leaned against each other. They danced enthusiastically around them and sang songs.
"Reach out your hand and bite your brother, the more you bite, the deeper your love for your sister will become. The green hills will never grow old, leaving traces. Seeing those tooth marks is like seeing a person..." Miao girls sang over and over again, gently pushing Mengzhu and urging them.
She, the liveliest girl with a round face at the end, simply grabbed Zhu Yongxing's arm and stretched it in front of Mengzhu's face.
Mengzhu looked up at Zhu Yongxing. Zhu Yongxing didn't understand the rules in the village and was afraid of being rude, so he didn't resist much. He smiled stupidly and showed his two front teeth. Mengzhu seemed to be encouraged, shyly grabbed Zhu Yongxing's hand and took a bite.
The bite was so hard that there were teeth marks.
Ah! Why is there a rule about biting? Zhu Yongxing was stunned and didn’t know what was going on. The Miao girls were already cheering and pushing him and Mengzhu to the bonfire. With the beautiful drumbeats, Zhu Yongxing’s hands were left and right.
He held on and started walking with the crowd around the fire. Yes, he could only follow the dance steps of others, but the ancient and beautiful songs, combined with people's laughter and cheers, also made him feel refreshed and great.
Eye-opening and very happy.
Singing, dancing, drinking and making noise, Zhu Yongxing finally got drunk, and then he didn't know anything else.
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Next to the village, a lonely bamboo building was still lit with lights. Mengzhu sat respectfully on a chair, with a red face and a sweet smile in her crescent-shaped eyes. She breathed
, the smell of drunkenness floated out of his little mouth.
The great witch who never showed his true face only took off his rigid mask in front of Mengzhu. He was sitting under the lamp, rummaging through Zhu Yongxing's things. Of course, the intoxicated Zhu Yongxing would not have thought that except for his underwear, his
Everything is placed on the table.
The Great Witch sounds very mysterious and a little scary. His appearance is indeed scary. Half of his face is covered with dark red and black scars, which must have been burned by fire. The charred and deformed skin makes him
There is almost only a slit left in one eye, and the lips are strangely upturned, revealing a few yellow teeth.
But Mengzhu didn't feel scared, she waited quietly, and sometimes she suddenly smiled, not knowing what good things she was thinking about.
"This fabric -" the great witch touched his sparse white hair, shook his head seemingly distressed, then picked up his mountain boots and looked at them carefully, then put them back on the table with some helplessness. Let's not talk about the smell. The key is
He really couldn't see what it was made of.
"Master, can't you see it too?" Mengzhu's face became even more joyful, and she blinked at the great witch.
The great witch didn't respond. He reached out and opened the small package that Zhu Yongxing had picked up, took out the square seal, and whispered softly: "Prince Min! Is this - the Ming Dynasty clan? But why did he get here? Look.
The hair and clothes are different, but they don’t look alike?”
Mengzhu was stunned for a moment and asked nervously: "Is he His Highness? Is his status very respected?"
The great witch shook his head, seeming to comfort, but also saying doubtfully: "It's not certain yet, but it's just possible." As he said that, he carefully rewrapped the seal, picked up Zhu Yongxing's shotgun, and played with it.
Mengzhu bit her lips lightly and reached out to caress Zhu Yongxing's mountaineering clothes. After struggling in the rapids and being scratched in the jungle, the clothes had been torn in several places, but there was still one pocket that was almost complete, and there seemed to be a fold inside.
The girl was very curious, and after playing with it for a while, she happened to open the zipper and took out the thing inside, which was a beautifully printed travel map of Yunnan.
The great witch fiddled with it for a while, and seemed to have figured out how to use the shotgun. He said to himself: "It looks like a musket, and you should use a match rope to ignite it." As he said that, he opened the machine head and hesitantly pulled the trigger.
There was a sound of "Boom!" and white smoke filled the air. Mengzhu was startled and almost fell off the chair. Looking at the great witch again, he had already sat on the ground. The shotgun fell from his hand and fell to the side. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were dull.
, it seemed like he couldn’t even move anymore.
"Master, master." Mengzhu rushed over, calling anxiously and shaking.
Well, the great witch finally came back to his senses, exhaled a long breath, looked at the hole made in the wall, grinned bitterly and said: "Awesome, really awesome, it turns out there are muskets in this world that don't require ignition."
"Well, master, what do you think this is?" Mengzhu felt relieved when she saw that the master was fine, and handed over the tourist map in her hand.
The great witch seemed to have a phobia, and he waved his hands quickly and said: "Put it back, put it back, and don't mess with it again. Weird, this person is weird, and the things he brings are also weird."
Mengzhu was very obedient and quickly helped Dawu sit up again and put the map back.
The great witch drank tea slowly and fell into deep thought for a long time. His expression was gloomy and uncertain, which might look more terrifying and weird to others.
Seeing that the great witch was thinking so seriously, Mengzhu knew that he had to make an important decision, and that this decision might affect the entire village, or even herself, so she waited patiently and quietly.
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Dong Dong Dong... Zhu Yongxing was woken up by the sound of drums. His physical fatigue and drinking a lot of wine made him rarely get up on time according to his biological clock. The sun has risen very high now.
The sunlight makes the bamboo building blazing.
The drum was still beating, and the noisy voices passed downstairs and disappeared again. Zhu Yongxing stood up and came to the window. Looking out, he only saw the backs of a group of strong men waving weapons, walking towards the river. He didn't know
What is it for?
As if he heard the sound of Zhu Yongxing getting out of bed, a Miao boy ran up in a hurry, staring at Zhu Yongxing blankly, waiting for his instructions.
This little guy was met by Zhu Yongxing last night. His name was Yan Bao. He knew a few words of Chinese and was sent to serve him. Zhu Yongxing smiled kindly, pointed outside and asked, "Why does this drum keep beating?
Are you guys going hunting with weapons?"
Yan Bao blinked, as if he understood, waved his hand, and replied briefly: "Han people, come to the river. If there are many people, you are not allowed to come in."
Zhu Yongxing thought for a while and then completed this brief sentence according to his own understanding, "Are you saying that Han people are coming to the river, and you don't allow them to enter the village, so you have to block them with a large number of people?"