As soon as the third master said that he would go to see Muzar tomorrow.
Sai He squeezed his fists and slammed the hammer on the table in a muffled voice, and said with high momentum: "When the time comes, the gang of Yuedan people will be beaten all over the place to find their teeth and get rid of his mother's eggs."
This made everyone in the tent laugh.
This scolding technique is pretty good!
Ulihan glanced at him and felt that he was the only branch of Hou Liao.
Very different.
The third master didn't bother to pay attention to him and looked at Jingrong: "Master Jing, this time the Yuedan people dare to do something to Miss Ji, that is to fight against me, against the whole Hou Liao, my third master will not let them go, it must be I want to cut off their hands and feet and make up for Miss Ji!"
A punch to the table.
Sai He: "Not only the hands and feet, but also the heart has to be dug out."
Hey buddy, if you don't speak, no one thinks you are dumb.
Jing Rong: "Third Master, although I'm not from your Houliao, it stands to reason that I can't interfere in the affairs between the two tribes, but the Yuedan people have moved my people, I'm afraid... I can't be someone else. "
The implication is - beat Yuedan, count him as one.
The third master said worriedly: "But Mr. Jing, your identity..." "Yuedan is very ambitious. After he intends to annex you Hou Liao, he will lead his troops to fight in the Central Plains. As the king of Dalin, I feel that Yuedan cannot take advantage of it. What's more, over the years, I have been in good contact with you Hou Liao, and I have never moved a soldier or a soldier. How can I let Yue Dan disturb it
, this time they moved my people, and the account is settled. "Jing Rong's tone was ruthless.
Third Master: "Okay, I'll leave the head of Hohho to you."
A big wave!
Very generous!
He said that the head of Hohho's item, he is going to decide!
Sai He hurriedly said: "Third Master, you left the head of Hohho to Young Master Jing, then you have to leave the person beside him to me."
"Who?"
"That bastard Batu!" Sai He said angrily.
As soon as he said it, Wulihan on the opposite side couldn't help but "puchi".
Laughed so hard!
"Bang!" Sai He slammed his fist on the table again, pointing at him with a black finger, "What's so funny."
Ulihan: "Laughing at your ass spanked by that guy last year."
"If you say it again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
"If you lose, you will lose. What's there to be ashamed of?"
"Haha, if I hadn't eaten Dinghuacao by mistake, that kid would have been beaten to death by me." Sai He's face flushed with anger.
Ulihan gave him a contemptuous look.
The two looked like they were going to fight again!
Scenery unknown. Moruo acted as an interpreter: "Last year, he committed some misfortune and was punished to herd sheep, but that kid drove the sheep to the west. On the way, he met Batu from Yuedan. The night before, I accidentally ate Dinghua grass on the grassland. After eating it, it could live on for more than a month.
At that time, he couldn't use his strength and was beaten to death by the opponent. Fortunately, he was strong and came back alive. From then on, he wanted to peel Batu's skin. "
"No wonder!"
What a legendary life experience!
Seeing that it was getting late, the third master scattered the people and ordered to go down and find Muzar early tomorrow morning.
As soon as Jing Rong came out of the main tent, she was stopped by Sai He!
He is more than one foot eight, more than half a head taller than Jing Rong, and standing forward, he is full of momentum, as strong as a mountain and river.
"Mr. Jing, you are Moruo An's friend, and that's my friend. Whatever happens in the future, you can say anything. If anyone dares to offend you, I will break his head."
There is blood in the tone!
Jing Rong's thin lips parted lightly: "Thank you."
"You and I will answer in the future!" He said and raised his eyebrows at Mo Ruo, "Right, Mo Ruo answered."
One bite at a time!
Hearing that, Mo Ruo was numb.
Shame said: "Okay, Saihe, I'll talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else."
"Row!"
Sai He was very refreshing and walked away with a big belly.
Mo Ruo looked at his huge figure: "Don't look at him like this, but he is indeed a fierce general, one person can pick hundreds of people, it is a myth in Hou Liao, few people dare to provoke him, and follow the snow wolf. similar."
Jing Rong: "I see."
The two smiled.
After entering the rest tent, Moruo ordered someone to fetch a few jars of spirits.
"Finally I can take a sip of wine. Tonight, we won't go home if we don't get drunk." Moruo pushed a jar of wine in front of him.
Jing Rong didn't care.
I have a heavy heart!
"What's up?"
He didn't respond.
Moruo put down the wine, frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Jing Rong took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.
Handed it to him.
Moro called to take a look.
"Isn't this girl Ji?"
Jing Rong condensed and did not answer.
Mo Ruo rubbed the yellowed paper with her fingers, looked at the lines on it, and was shocked: "No, this portrait is at least ten years old, right? It shouldn't be Miss Ji! Then... Who is this? Where did you come from this painting? of?"
A series of question marks.
"It came from that Yuedan man." Jing Rong's eyes darkened slightly, "I think it might have something to do with Yun Shu's mother."
"Life experience? When you say it, I'm confused."
"Do you still remember when Aunt Xie went to Beijing to avenge her daughter?"
"Remember, isn't Miss Ji already resolved this matter?" "Yes." Jing Rong said, "But there was another reason why she took up that case in the first place! Before her mother died, she gave it to her. There is one thing left, a small square wooden sign with a pattern engraved on it. I don't know if it is a word? Or a flower? She has searched for a long time and has no head
Xu, but Aunt Xie's daughter's doll had an identical pattern embroidered on it, so she took the case and tried to find out about the wooden sign, but in the end she found nothing. "
After listening, Moruo understood what he meant: "So you suspect that the person in this portrait may be Miss Ji's mother?"
Uh!
He was shocked when he said that.
Jing Rong frowned, "Just doubt, not sure."
The atmosphere is dignified.
Jing Rong squinted at the portrait and said, "Look at the woman's dress in the painting."
"..." Moruo looked carefully.
"This is not the clothing of the Central Plains people at all, it's like... the clothing of the Huyi people." In the portrait, the woman has her hair in a braid, with a lot of delicate silver ornaments on her head, and a necklace of hollow silver ornaments hanging around her neck. Most of them are in the style of the Western Regions. The clothes are not bright and the coloring is very heavy. The style of the robe is open.
They are all close-fitting shorts, which is indeed the clothing style of Huyi people.
What does this have to do with Hu Yi
Moruo had a bold guess: "Could it be that Miss Ji's mother is from Huyi?"
Jing Rong shook his head. He can't be sure without proof!