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Xia Lei pretended to close his eyes and made a snoring sound from his mouth. ←, he pretended to be asleep, even he thought he was asleep, it was so realistic.
However, Sirami came over and pinned him down without any hesitation. His mouth was messy, his hands were messy, and his whole body was messy. In less than a minute, Xia Lei could no longer pretend. He opened his eyes and said, "You are drunk, go to sleep."
Sirami chuckled and said, "Do you look like I'm drunk?"
"Are you pretending to be drunk?" Xia Lei's jaw almost dropped to the sheets.
"What's so good about wine? I want to drink it from you."
Xia Lei, "..."
Xi Lami held Xia Lei's face, her eyes full of tenderness and sweetness, "No one can stop us from being together now. You are mine, and no one can take you away from me."
"My head feels so dizzy. I seemed to have drunk too much before. I feel dizzy. I'll take a nap first." After failing to pretend to sleep, Xia Lei began to pretend to be drunk and closed his eyes again.
Xi Lami pushed Xia Lei angrily, and Xia Lei pretended not to react. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped on Xia Lei's body, peeled off Xia Lei in a few strokes, and then rode on Xia Lei's body. Xia Lei also struggled, but Xi Lami was like a fierce horse, full of wildness, and he was worried that she would hurt him if she tried too hard, so he gave in to her, but when he gave in, he...
He had an angelic baby face, still retaining his childishness and innocence, but he also had a ruthless devil figure. Under the torture of the female chief, Xia Lei first suffered physical collapse, and then completely collapsed. He didn't care about anything anymore. Let go, stay together!
The room was also filled with strange sounds, sometimes loud, sometimes low, and mixed in with some random sounds.
Sirami's walking posture was strange, as if she had crippled her foot.
Xia Lei also got out of bed, "I'll cook while you take a rest."
Silami looked back and smiled, "It's okay, I just knocked my foot. You rest a little longer and I'll call you when I'm ready." She suddenly remembered something again, "But when people ask you, just say you cooked it. "
Xia Lei smiled bitterly and nodded. In this tribe, men have always served women. Sirami is now the chief. If someone finds her cooking and serving him, it will damage her majesty.
Xi Lami went to the kitchen to cook, and Xia Lei didn't go back to the bed to catch up on his sleep. He got dressed and came to the simple desk with drawers. He opened the drawer, took out the ancient book, and continued to read. The back part of the ancient book is also in ancient Xiongnu script, and there are some hand-drawn illustrations. Unfortunately, because he didn't understand ancient Xiongnu script, he still couldn't decipher the content in the book.
"It's time to eat." Xi Lami walked in carrying a black ceramic basin. Her eyes moved to the ancient book in Xia Lei's hand, and then asked curiously: "What are you reading?"
This time Xia Lei did not hide the book, he took the ancient book and walked over, "I found a book, probably left by Da Yuetiya, but I don't recognize the ancient Huns characters in it, you do you know it?"
"I know some, show me." Sirami took the ancient book and urged, "Hurry up and have breakfast while it's hot."
Xia Lei took a look into the ceramic basin and realized that there were only a few cooked sweet potatoes, a few cooked potatoes, and a piece of dough. This is the breakfast of the tribe. This is what the chief of the tribe eats, let alone the other tribesmen. Seeing these foods made Xia Lei feel sad and a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that Xia Lei didn't move, Xi Lami added, "If you want to eat meat, I'll have someone get some. I'll kill a sheep for you for lunch."
"No, no, no, this is good. Whole grains are good for health." Xia Lei picked up a boiled sweet potato and started to chew on it. He also lived a hard life. The food he ate at the construction site was not even as good as pig food. He's not here yet. He would not dislike the food given to him by Sirami because the tribe was poor. He was not the kind of person who disliked poverty and loved wealth.
Sirami flipped through the ancient book and said casually: "This is the book of our tribe. I heard my grandma say that it records the history of our Huns. You know, the great Hun King Attila created a Although the powerful dynasty failed, that period was our most prosperous period."
"Besides history, what else does it say?"
Silami flipped back and soon found the hand-drawn drawing of the ancient city. She looked at it for a long time before saying: "It also records the city occupied and built by our ancestors. Did you see it? This city is The place where we met is called Hakuba Tomorrow City. Legend has it that there is a treasure, but we dug in many places and couldn't find any treasure."
It turns out that the ruins of the ancient city used to be called Hakuba Tomorrow City. It's a really weird name.
"What's behind? What's going on behind the scenes?"
Sirami continued to scroll down, "Some big sacrificial activities and celebrations, as well as descriptions of some important people, princes, princesses, etc. This, look at this." She pointed at a woman in the last few pages and smiled. Then he said: "The legendary Princess Yongmei, Zhu Xuanyue. From the name, you should have guessed that she is a Han Chinese like you, right? Geez, my grandma likes her the most and often tells me stories about Princess Yongmei. "
My surname is Zhu. Isn’t that the same surname as the emperor of the Ming Dynasty? And it was a princess. Xia Lei immediately thought of the compass from the Ming Dynasty. His brain also quietly became active, connecting characters, events, and key items in series. His brain seemed to have drawn a relationship diagram of the coexistence of people, events, and objects, but the picture was still very blurry and could not be seen clearly.
"Hey, why are you in a daze?" Sirami looked at Xia Lei with a smile, as if she was looking at a cooked sweet potato, as if she wanted to eat him.
"Uh, it's nothing." Xia Lei finally came to his senses, and he continued: "What else is said in this book? About Princess Yongmei, by the way, and your grandma, she told you again What are the stories about this Princess Yongmei? Tell me, I want to know."
"I'm hungry." Silami said coquettishly with her little cherry mouth raised. Although she is the most powerful sharpshooter in the White Huns tribe, killing people like crazy, in front of Xia Lei, she is still a girl who has reached the age of eighteen, so she can't help but act coquettishly and behave like Xia Lei.
Xia Lei peeled a boiled sweet potato for her and fed it to her, doing the most gentle thing. He accidentally discovered important clues. What Sirami knew was too important to him. Not to mention feeding her, he could even take a bath for her.
Xi Lami smiled sweetly and looked so happy as she ate the sweet potatoes Xia Lei fed her.
"Tell me quickly." Xia Lei urged.
"My grandma..." Before she could finish her sentence, she actually choked.
Xia Lei quickly patted her chest to help her swallow. As soon as he took a photo, the object that was photographed rippled exaggeratedly, creating a wonderful ripple. As a result, the relationship diagram he had sketched out in his head turned into a diagram of two round objects, which made him dumbfounded.
"The book says that White Horse Tomorrow City was built by Princess Yongmei. It took ten years and she died in this city, but there is no record of her tomb. The book says it is ominous and no one knows."
"Why did Princess Yongmei come here to build a city?" Xia Lei felt very strange.
Silami shook her head, "I asked my grandma the same question before. My grandma said it was because of love. She fell in love with a prince of our Huns tribe, but they couldn't be together in the end. It was a poignant love story. , but I don’t believe it, the story of the princess and the prince is the most unreliable.”
Xia Lei doesn't think so. For many historical events, what is written in history books may not be true, because history is written by the victors. But folk legends and stories are not necessarily false, because many folk legends and stories are actually the truth of historical events.
"Silami, can you do me a favor? Translate this book into Pashto. I want to see it." Xia Lei was not satisfied with Sirami's careless translation. He wanted to know more. , he needs to find more clues.
"I hate reading the most, but I can find someone to translate for you. There are actually literate people in our tribe." Sirami said with a smile.
"Well, thank you, I'll feed you another sweet potato." Xia Lei picked up a sweet potato in a flattering manner.
Sirami's big eyes were watery, and her voice was soft, "No, I don't want this sweet potato, I want yours."
The sweet potato in Xia Lei's hand fell on his crotch...
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