Morbid pet

The days in the soil and bear department passed very quickly.

The autumn solstice is here in the blink of an eye.

If it wasn't for the maid's reminder, Changle wouldn't feel the time flies, and the alternation of seasons in the desert is not so obvious.

Changle has already learned the tribe's language, and some simple communication is no problem, and there are even a few curse words in the dialect, which was taught by Gongsun Yu.

this day.

The Autumn Solstice of the Earth Bear Department will hold a large-scale bonfire banquet, and the ministers of the eighteen contracted tribes nearby will come to participate. Of course, the female relatives are also indispensable. Most of the female relatives here are bold and tall. When they stand together, they look like people from another world, but in fact, they are not from the same world at all.

Diancui is helping her draw eyebrows, while Dieshi is matching her with the clothes for the banquet.

"No, don't want this set. This set is too Ming style. Change to another set. Is the improved version of the exotic suit that the tailor just came back? Try that set." Changle held a black gold round fan in his hand, and was having a Shaking it up or down.

She has gotten used to life here, and she still finds it quite interesting.

The character of the people here is very direct, what to say, of course, they have used their greatest restraint to deal with Changle, but they still often think about her back.

Gongsun Yu is a ruthless person, last time he taught a lesson to a person who looked at Chang Le too much, and now the whole tribe respects them both.

Gongsun Yu opened the curtain of the tent and strode in. His skin was darkened by the sun here, not the sickly fairness of the past, but it made his facial features more deep and three-dimensional. Gongsun Yu's mother was originally The princess of Northern Xinjiang looks more like a mixed race now.

Gongsun Yu smiled lightly and said, "Chuchu, you are dressed up today." As soon as he spoke, Chang Le still felt that Gongsun Yu hadn't changed at all, he was still the big boy.

Dian Cui finished drawing her eyebrows, and went to the side to sort out her accessories. Chang Le stood up, walked in front of Gongsun Yu, slapped his hard arm with a black gold fan, and said with a smile, "Why don't you dress up a bit? Here I’m not used to the women’s dress, so I asked the tailor to improve it a lot, and I’ll send it over later, and you’ll know in the evening.”

Gongsun Yu smiled and wanted to hug Changle's waist, but was dodged by Changle like a water snake, the blackness in his eyelashes sank a little more. "Okay, then wait until night." He went out and said to the people outside: "Amur, come to the horse race!"

Chang Le sat in the back room and smiled, "Gongsun really hasn't grown up."

Die Shi came in holding a new set of clothes, the clothes were fiery red, with red gold streamers, and she didn't need to think about how amazing Chang Le's body should be in this set of clothes.

Die Shi said: "Miss, the tailor made five new sets of clothes for you. This one is finished first, so you can try it out first. If it doesn't fit, I'll ask him to continue changing it."

Chang Le nodded, slowly took off the gauze skirt on her body, and put on a new one.

It is an improved foreign clothing, with a layer of red gauze added to the large exposed arms and waist, the top and trousers of the whole set of clothes are separated, and a large piece of red gauze falls on the short red tube top gauze. Golden streamers hang straight down from the ankles one by one.

The lower body is a pair of bloomers of the same color series. The trouser legs are all gathered in a black strap, and they fall straight to the ground.The red gold inlaid girdle is an embellishment, covering Chang Le's wicker-like waist completely.

Today, Changle is wearing Daming's fairy hair, and Diancui put on a small golden phoenix accessory for her, which is very beautiful, just like a lively little phoenix.

The clothes here are bold and beautiful, fully presenting the beauty of women, not the traditional dignity of Ming Dynasty.

Chang Le looked at the bronze mirror left and right, very satisfied, "That's right, this outfit won my heart, please reward the tailor with some gold and silver."

Die Shi smiled and retreated, "Yes, Miss."

Chang Le opened the curtain and walked out, and soon attracted a lot of fiery eyes, but everyone watched very restrainedly, and just looked away from a distance to look at other places.

Chang Le has long been used to these fiery gazes. She walked to the edge of the broad grassland, and there were two horses racing on the field. The speed of the horses was very fast, almost like bows and arrows, and they ran farther and farther with a swish.

Chang Le narrowed her eyes slightly, and judged where Gongsun Yu was based on her back. After a while, she shook her head and went to the center of the royal court.

A lot of foreigners have gathered here, some of them know each other and are sitting together to greet each other, Changle can understand what they are talking about most of the time, nothing more than more horses and more beautiful women.

She thought to herself, the people here are so pure, there aren't so many conspiracies and schemes, if you just say what you like, no one will find it strange.

Wouldn't it be nice to face your inner desires directly?

Chang Le laughed, looking at the man in front of him blocking his way. "Daner, stop making trouble, you are the protagonist of today, go and accompany them."

Dan Er has recently developed a revolutionary friendship with Changle, because Changle taught him to play leaf cards. "Wow, Changle, has anyone ever told you that your accent is nice?"

Chang Le thought for a while and said, "Yes, you."

Daniel smiled and walked away from her sideways, "Yes, then I will go there first, we can play cards together when we are free in the evening."

Changle laughed hahaha, "Daner, your recent card luck is a little bit bad, you'd better hold your banquet well."

Dale walked away noncommittal.

Chang Le found an open space with few people and sat down. She spends two hours a day learning the tribal language. For this reason, she paid a lot of money to hire a teacher of Central Plains origin. His name is An Yun, a tall man. .

An Yun found her in the corner, what he brought with him today was the tribe's copybook, and before each class started, he always asked Changle to write the copybook first, and then started the oral class.

Changle took the copybook, with polished ink and a Langhao brush at hand. Her handwriting is very beautiful, and there is a majestic beauty of power when she draws these ghostly symbols. She still remembers that her first calligraphy teacher was Zhou Yu.
He used to pull Changle to learn to write with him stroke by stroke, so the handwriting of the two is very similar, almost to the point of deceiving the real one.

Too bad, Changle thought, why is there no him everywhere, and his marks everywhere?
She seemed to be thinking wrong, a thousand times in the same situation, she would fall in love with Zhou Yu and Xie Zhao again without hesitation.

"An Yun, how long can I not write these ghostly symbols? The main reason is that I don't have to write documents for them." She thought of Zhou Yu, and really didn't want to write.

An Yun is a very strict and responsible teacher, he said: "Oh, no, Changle, you have to learn the tribal characters in order to better understand their language. These are not just ghost symbols, you see," he pointed A ring-shaped word said:
"This means circle. Each word has its own corresponding meaning. It is the same as Daming's language. This language is simpler than Daming's, and many of them are interlinked. You can understand it as another dialect of Daming. You don't Do you feel that you are learning very fast? You see, you are only two months away, and you can already have a normal conversation with me, which is great, come on, keep writing the copybook, we still have time, finish it before sunset."

An Yun pointed to the thick stack of copybooks in Changle's hand.

Chang Le frowned slightly, "Okay, okay, I'll write it. What dialect is it? Is your dialect a ghost painting?" This sentence was in the official language of Daming, and An Yun glanced at her with a half-smile, Then he turned to the banquet venue and brought two jugs of kumiss.

Zhou Yu (Xie Zhao): I am reflecting on myself, and the next step is to start chasing my wife