Chapter 43: The Mysterious Girl

  "Zhao Wu Xu 2014", "Tiger Brother Unwavering", "Evil Wolf Star" double launch, thank you!

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  "Did you draw the Mystic Bow?"

  Under the vast starry sky, Yan Rou stood in front of his tent, looking out with his hands behind his back. After finishing this sentence, he fell into a long silence. In the distance, by the bonfires, countless Xianbei people were singing and dancing, the flickering firelight casting an uncertain glint in his eyes, half of his face deeply hidden in the darkness.

  Yan Zhi Gong stood a few steps behind his brother, and softly sighed: "This gentleman's bravery and strength are unmatched, unprecedented. If this matter spreads, the Xianbei people and the Wuhuan people will all be respectful and obedient. It seems that my brother must make some sacrifices..."

  Yan Rou's straight body trembled slightly, he knew what his brother meant. Ah, besides this, there was really no other way, but to ask him to send out the treasure he had treasured for many years, it was truly hard for him to bear...

  Seeing his brother's reaction, Yan Zhi sighed inwardly and said in a low voice: "If we send it out now, we can still get it back then. Brother, tomorrow is the last sacrifice of the grand assembly, after that...".

  "I know, you don't need to say any more." Yan Rou sighed softly and waved her hand, "Go call the person over."

  "Brother is resolute, younger brother obeys." Yan Zhi repeatedly flattered a few words and quietly retreated.

  After a while, a slender figure appeared. The distant firelight flickered, reflecting on the person's body, and it could be seen that it was a young woman wearing a red and white striped skirt with a deep hem. The Han Dynasty's skirt with a deep hem was complex to wear, wrapping around the body, and the woman wore it even more seductively. The girl stepped on the soft green grass, walking step by step, her figure slender and elegant, especially her demeanor when walking, calm and refined, like a gentle breeze blowing through the willows, giving people a feeling of being extremely well-educated.

  The only regret was that her face was covered with a white veil, revealing only her clean and delicate forehead and a pair of beautiful eyes that could rival the stars in the sky.

  "The master, Li Ji has arrived at your summons." The girl bowed her head and folded her sleeves, her demeanor as elegant as a lotus flower. Under the vast night sky of the distant grasslands, there was an unspeakable quiet beauty.

  Yan Rou heard the footsteps, slowly turned her head back, her eyes full of tenderness, and then flashed a hint of sorrow. Her voice was low and hoarse: "Liji, Liji, there is finally a chance for us to part ways. Did you know that when you first gave me this name, it would come to this today?"

  "That was the last words of Xiaonu Awang before he passed away... Ah, Master, how could you say that? Could it be, could it be that you want to...?" The young girl Liji's eyes widened in shock, her starry eyes filled with panic. Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of natural laziness, as if she were whispering on the soft couch in her boudoir, forming a strong contrast with her elegant and dignified demeanor - and this contrast was the most stimulating to male hormones.

  Yan Rou had been with this woman for quite some time, although it was for a certain purpose, he had never touched her, but every time they met, it was a challenge to him as a man. Alas! Such a gift, I believe no man can refuse? Yan Rou sighed and nodded: "Yes, just as you thought..."

  "Master... you can't mean to give me to the barbarians, can you?"

  Yan Rou hastily comforted him: "No, it's not a barbarian, but a Han. You must have heard of his name - the leader of the Han Ge tribe who defeated the Huns."

  "It's him!" The shock of the woman did not decrease, but rather increased. Indeed, since entering the grasslands, this period has been filled with astonishing stories about this person: bare-handedly killing tigers, empty-handedly digging out hearts, and breaking necks with a single blow, greatly defeating the Wulan tribe. On the grasslands, word of mouth described this person as having a head like a bamboo basket, eyes like bronze bells, being over ten feet tall, having a waist over ten feet in circumference, having hair like a hedgehog, and being covered in black fur, resembling a black tiger-like image. Just thinking about such an inhuman person is enough to make any woman tremble with fear.

  Yan Rou heard the terror in Li Ji's voice, her mind racing with thoughts, and she also guessed why Li Ji was terrified. She wanted to explain, but held back. It was already hard enough for her to bear the pain of cutting off her love, so why should she let the woman she had a crush on develop feelings for that person?

  Thinking of this, Yan Rou's heart ached, but as her brother said, for the greater good, sometimes sacrifices had to be made. Seeing the trembling figure in the night wind, Yan Rou felt both pain and pity, and couldn't help but reach out her hand to caress the girl's jade-like face.

  Li Ji took a half step back, her head bowed slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in her bright eyes, as the corner of her mouth curled up in disdain.

  Yan Rou bumped into thin air, stunned for a moment, then forced a bitter smile, shook her head and said: "I know, you have grievances..."

  Li Ji trembled with fear and said: "I don't dare..."

  "No, don't worry, I won't blame you. If anyone is to blame, it's me...” Yan Rou let out a deep sigh, her expression one that would shock the Xianbei or Wuhuan people - the generous and open-handed Yan Ruo Shui, who had always been willing to give away his daughters and sisters, was actually so lovesick over a woman that he was reduced to this state.

  Looking at the distant figure of Liji, Yan Rou's expression slowly turned resolute, and he said in his usual calm tone: "Zi Kun, proceed according to plan."

  A voice came from the darkness: "Yes, elder brother."

  ……

  This is the camp of the Yan brothers, with more than thirty yurts. The outer ring is where their private soldiers live, and the inner circle of seven or eight yurts is where the Yan brothers and their servants reside.

  At this moment, a candlelight flickered on in the humble tent. The young lady, Li Ji, was kneeling quietly on the soft cushion. The candlelight shone on her side profile, revealing that she had removed her veil, and from the side, one could see her swan-like elegant neck, round earlobe like jade, and radiant cheek. Unfortunately, her facial features were not clearly visible.

  At the gate, there stood an old man with a lean build and a face like dried orange peel.

  After a long time, the old man finally said in a low voice: "Xiang Tan has left, we can talk now."

  Yan Jun finally sent me away after all.

  The old man was shocked: "This... this is impossible! He has always been fond of you, how could..."

  "I think, perhaps it's because he was eager to form an alliance with the Hango Department."

  "Han Go tribe? The tribe of the bravest warrior in the north of the desert? Could it be... could it be..."

  "Yes, he wants to send me to that person named Ma Huan." Li Ji's hand on her knee trembled slightly.

  The old man furrowed his gray eyebrows: "What does the young mistress want to do?"

  Li Ji sighed softly: "I thought I could use Yan Jun's kindness to avoid the fate of those sisters, but it seems that we still can't escape... It looks like we have to leave ahead of time."

  The old man's expression changed, and he said excitedly: "I've heard rumors that the traitor of Chang'an has been executed. Perhaps we can return now."

  Li Ji raised her head, although she couldn't see her face, but she could imagine the starlight in her bright eyes: "Hmm, it's been too long since I left home, and I really want to go back and take a look. My little brother should have grown up by now."

  "Yes, I also miss our young master..." The old man sighed for a long time before returning to reality. "What about that Ma Fan?"

  "Only that medicine will do, I hope it can help us hold on until the Xianbei people's ceremony is over and we can leave the range of Chebiyan's yurt. If we can return to Puyang, that would be even better."

  The starlight is distant, and the bonfires are all over the fields. This night, many people are destined to be sleepless.