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Chapter 248 Entering the Prairie

Zhao Tingduo had never noticed that Abu talked so much, like a sparrow along the way, "chirp, chirp" non-stop.

Suddenly seeing the whip coming, Abu realized something was wrong, his fat body leaned back and lay flat on the horse's back, and the whip passed in front of him.

Pushed away by Zhao Tingduo, Abu no longer walked slowly, he shouted:
"Young master, I'm going back first." He clamped his horse's belly and ran forward like the wind.

He kept holding back in the Wu Dynasty, afraid that he would make a mistake, but he couldn't hold back.

Hearing Abu call out "Young Master", Zhao Tingduo's heart tightened, but when he turned around, he saw Song Liyun was already far behind.

Ju Qingma was injured and retired. She usually doesn't see any abnormalities, but after entering the grassland, she only ran for a few minutes and then lost her speed. At this time, she was walking slowly, and occasionally took a bite of grass to eat.

Song Liyun also looked around appreciatively, the scenery here is completely different from Suijin Town.

Zhao Tingduo turned the horse's head, got off the horse, and walked to Song Liyun's side: "Yun'er, do you want to come down for a walk?"

Song Liyun took off the hood, brushed the messy hair on the forehead, smiled and stretched out her hand naturally...

Bringing Song Liyun to the grassland was not only for the prosperity of the Wuda tribe, Zhao Tingduo was also for himself.

After leaving Qili County, he regretted pretending to be awkward with Song Liyun.

Especially this time when he entered the Qili county government office, Jiang Feng returned the chicken blood stone that he had entrusted to Song Liyun, and said something.

Jiang Feng said: "As the beloved son of Lord Hou, the third son should follow the arrangement of his parents in matters of marriage, and he should have his own noble daughter to match.

Although Miss Song has a good character and appearance, her status is low and it is difficult for her to become a wealthy family.

Moreover, he has a resolute personality. If the son is accepted as a concubine, he may be at odds with the mistress. Discord between wives and concubines is the source of chaos in the family.

Mrs. Wu Ya probably doesn't want you to bring a woman from the Wu Dynasty back. "

When hearing these words, Zhao Tingduo could hardly describe his annoyance.

How could I entrust him with such an important matter at that time, and I also knew from Xiao An that it was Miss Song's birthday at that time.

What was supposed to be the icing on the cake was messed up by this self-righteous guy.

Concubine?wealthy?
Others only saw that Zhao Tingduo was the third son of Zhenbei Hou. What they didn't know was that this third son could not show his face in public in the Wu Dynasty, and those noble girls couldn't get involved.

One's own marriage can be decided by oneself. The Dilu tribe only has wives, big and small, and no concubines. There will be no such things that Jiang Feng is worried about.

If Jiang Feng hadn't pointed it out directly, Zhao Tingduo would not have thought it through so thoroughly, nor would he have brought Song Liyun to the grassland right away.

He really likes Song Liyun.

When Zhao Tingduo was just an adult, the Marquis of Zhenbei was going to choose a lady from Hecheng to marry him, but Mrs. Wu Ya refused, and the two had a big fight and almost broke up.

But it was similar to a breakup. Mrs. Wu Ya said that since her son was able to get married, he was an adult, and she was about to leave Xiashi Pass with the tribe.

Zhenbeihou had no choice but to make concessions.

Zhenbei Hou promised that Zhao Tingduo would choose the marriage, but he required that the girl must be from the Wu Dynasty with a clean family background.

Mrs. Wu Ya also made a condition for her daughter-in-law: to get married, she must return to the grassland to live.

She didn't want her son to be a knife for the emperor of Wu Dynasty.

As for the tribal marriage, I am also unwilling.

Although every wife will use slave cattle and sheep pastures as dowry.

That's also his wife's. If it has anything to do with me, the real man will kill it himself.

This kind of marriage is easy and not easy, and it is even rarer that I like it.

In the vast sea of ​​grass, the two lead the horse side by side. Inadvertently, the dotted sky is dyed red by the morning glow. The sun slowly pushes away the morning fog, breaks through the clouds, and the sun shines on the earth.

Blossoming tents appeared in the sun, and there was very little smoke from cooking at this time.

"Yun'er, the Dilu tribe is ahead."

As soon as Zhao Tingduo finished speaking, more than a dozen horses galloped from the direction of the tent, cheering "hehe".

Outside the yurt, an old woman with a cane, wearing a light brown fringed gown, braided hair, a large disc of silver jewelry on her head, and a string of wax beads around her neck greeted her with a smile.

"Grandmother!" Zhao Tingduo shouted in surprise, left his horse and strode to the old woman to bow and salute, "Why are you here?"

The old woman touched his face, and said lovingly: "Your mother said that you are back, so I will come and have a look. Come over quickly, don't let the girl wait too long!"

Seeing that Zhao Tingduo had an intimate relationship with this woman, Song Liyun waited for the two of them to talk.

But with just one sentence, Zhao Tingduo helped the old woman towards him: "Li Yun, this is the beggar!"

Song Liyun hurriedly walked up a few steps and bowed her knees to salute: "Hi, ma'am!"

The old woman nodded with a smile, and said in Wuchao dialect: "Miss has worked hard all the way, hurry up to the yurt and drink tea!"

Exquisite wooden bowls, a snow-white yurt, and the smiling old lady in front of her, who was exposed to the plateau red by the sun.

If it wasn't for the wrong clothes she was wearing, Song Liyun would have felt like she was camping in a scenic spot before the end of the world.

Drinking a sip of fragrant and hot milk tea can reduce most of the hard work of a night's horse riding.

This milk tea... Song Liyun raised her eyebrows, it was the same as the one she drank in Baolinju back then, could it be that Ah Shi brought it from here that night.

Coming and going from Suijin Town once, no matter how fast it takes, it will take a whole night. No wonder he and Abu slept for half a day to catch up on sleep, because he said "milkshake" at that time?
Thinking of this, she was a little moved, and she couldn't help but look at Zhao Tingduo with warmth.

The beggar kept smiling and looked at Song Liyun, seeing her looking at her young master with tenderness, the smile in her eyes deepened a bit.

Because she ate dry food on the road, Song Liyun was not hungry, and after drinking tea, she was taken to the corner of the yurt by the mother.

"Girl didn't sleep all night, so I'll take a rest first. This place is no match for your home, so I can only make do with it. I don't know if the girl can accept it?"

"Ma'am, I'm also from a peasant family, and I can endure all hardships." Song Liyun looked at the things in the corner and said seriously.

The old woman smiled and nodded: "Good girl!"

In the corner, someone carefully separated the rest area with cowhide hanging from the roof of the yurt.

Layers of wool felt cushions are spread on the low wooden couch, and on top of it are brand new cotton cushions and fine silk quilts.

Is this because I am worried that I can't get used to the smell of the woolen mattress?
Song Liyun is a fool at this time, and he can also see that Zhao Ashi has an extraordinary relationship with this seemingly too delicate "Dilu Tribe".

These things should be prepared especially for yourself.

Song Liyun was a little unhappy and a little uneasy.

It is said that one does not receive rewards for meritorious deeds, and he received this care for no reason.

According to the previous agreement in Baolinju, I only came to the grassland to buy sheep and leather goods.

But now the people of this tribe are not only respectful to Ah Shi, but also very polite to themselves, so that they are not here to discuss business, but like guests.

And those herdsmen didn't come close, they just watched from a distance, how can they buy sheep?

There is a problem here!

　I found that as long as I write about marriage, I will lose favorites and subscriptions, woo woo!Is it really too embarrassing?Can you guys give me some pointers? Unfortunately, I still write old sayings. In the future, I should write less bloody plots and directly develop together! ! !
　　
　
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