The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 118
Liu Kui paused and said nothing, but Hassan shook his head and said, "Are there any places like this in the world that the guests mentioned?"

"Those traveling businessmen like us who are not running around with their heads high may end up dead one day."

Jing Li smiled slightly: "Who can say clearly what will happen in the future? Maybe one day, Brother Hassan will be able to trade with us at will!"

Liu Kui felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He knew what this girl was capable of, and she was involved with the one from the north. He didn't know if he would be able to do it one day.

At night, the few people sleeping in the yurt were not at ease. In the territory of the Liao people, it was difficult for people to sleep safely and boldly.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the snow started to fall again. Lying in the yurt, you could even hear the rustling sound of snow falling on the roof.

Jing Li squinted her eyes and sorted out the practical things in the space. While half asleep and half awake, she heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance.

"Brother Shen and Uncle Dafu, hurry up and think something is wrong outside!"

Shen Huwei, Jing Dafu and others stood up in a hurry, holding the long knives they carried with them in their hands.

The sound of horse hooves became clearer and clearer, and then the laughing and whistling sounds of Liao men were heard. You could even see the faint flash of fire outside the yurt.

There was silence in the yurt for a while. Liu Kui tidied up his clothes and prepared to go out for a look.

Ma Liu, Shen Huwei's subordinate, couldn't help but ask, "Did someone discover us?"

Guard Shen said in a deep voice: "Silence!"

Guard Shen listened carefully for a moment: "There are probably more than 20 people here."

Hassan's voice came from outside: "Mohutou, what are you doing? This is Khasso's territory. What do you want to do with your people here?"

The Mohu people laughed: "Hassan, my good brother, I heard that you have guests from far away. We Mohu people are also very hospitable and come here specially to welcome the distinguished guests."

Jingli and the others got up and followed Liu Kui out. Liu Kui saluted the Mohu man: "Mohu man, I am a businessman from Beijing. I am doing some business at the Khasso market today. I would like to ask the Mohu man for his convenience. "

The Mohu man whipped his horse in a circle, holding the reins with one hand and pointing the whip at Liu Kui: "I know you, a famous miscellaneous guy in Beijing, you wear Han skin but have half Khitan blood."

Liu Kui's face was ugly, and he was equivalent to what the Han people call a bastard. His mother was from Liao.His father is a traveling businessman in Dafeng.

After his mother gave birth to him, his father disappeared. He grew up surrounded by all kinds of ridicule and insults. He harbored an unforgettable hatred for the Han father who abandoned their mother and son. However, the Khitan people did not accept him. There is no choice but to wander in the Central Plains.

Later, he slowly gained face in front of the second prince, and his business became prosperous in Dafeng Dynasty. Naturally, no one dared to call him a bastard.

Now that someone has suddenly revealed the scars in his heart, even though Liu Kui is already in his 30s, he is still so angry that his face is swollen.

Hassan came out to smooth things over: "Mohu people, it's very windy and snowy tonight. Why don't you take a rest for the night and see what I have here tomorrow. Whatever Mohu people want to trade can be arranged."

The Mohu man laughed loudly: "Hassan, you have traveled to the Central Plains a lot, have you learned the twists and turns of the Han people?"

"I don't have time to wait for tomorrow. What I want is right here."

Mo Hutou's horsewhip pointed at Jingli and his group: "I would like to invite a few of them to my tribe as guests. I wonder if the guests are willing?"

Jing Li winked at Guard Shen, who stepped forward and saluted with his hand on his chest: "It is our honor to be invited by Mo Hutou!"

Mo Hutou was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "I like you as a Central Plains person. You are not like those scholars who are coy and pretentious. You are very funny." "Gentlemen, take the guests back to our territory. "

Hassan hurriedly pulled Guard Shen: "Brother Shen, this is Mohu."

"Pa!" Mo Hutou whipped his whip in front of the two of them: "Hassan, have you been to Dafeng too much and forgotten the immortality you believe in?"

Hassan lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more. The Mohu people laughed and led Jingli and his party to their own tribe.

The Mohu tribe is not far from the Kehasuo tribe. They migrated from Linhuang. In fact, there are not many people in the Mohu tribe here.

There were about 80 people, large and small, including about [-] to [-] young adults. In Jingli's view, they were just a larger gang of horse bandits.

The people in the tribe were filled with joy when they saw the leader coming back.

The Mohu people took the people to the middle of the yurt, and then ordered the tribesmen: "Go and salute the guests' horses and take them to the middle tent."

Several men accompanying him came over and stretched out their hands to lead the horses of Jingli and his party.

"Is this how Mohu people treat guests?"

When Mo Hutou heard this, he looked over and saw that this young man had a calm face, showing no fear of being in danger.

Someone behind Mo Hutou laughed and said: "They say that the Han people in the Central Plains are pedantic. This has become our flesh and blood. They actually treat themselves as guests, hahaha!"

"Hahaha! Han children are always so naive. Otherwise, where would we go hunting every winter!"

"Let me watch, chief. In a few years, when the cubs in our tribe get older, even the hinterland of the Han people will belong to us."

Mo Hutou's men burst into laughter and looked at Jing Li and the others as if they were fools.

Jingli looked at the Mohu people's tribal layout without changing their expressions, and didn't seem to hear the ridicule from those people.

Liu Kui was uneasy but also a little happy. If Mo Hubu captured Jingli, could he take this opportunity to get the antidote?

Shen Huwei felt a little uneasy. He had always believed in Jing Li's abilities, but with eight people facing off against hundreds of opponents, even the notoriously fierce Blood Wolf Guards might not be able to escape unscathed.

The faces of the brothers Jing Dafu and Shen Huwei were already pale. Although they had faced off against bandits several times, this was the first time they had faced barbarians like this, not to mention the Mohu people, who were famous for their ferocity.

The Liao people are arrogant, but the Mohu people are not tolerated by the Liao people and other tribes. The reason is that the people of the Mohu tribe are like jackals, without any rules and morals at all. They will go wherever there is benefit, that is, It’s okay to be someone’s slave.

But once the master's family is weak, the Mohu people can attack the master's family in a blink of an eye, kill the master and steal wealth, and do all kinds of evil. They can be regarded as a notorious tribe on the grassland.

If not, how could they be expelled by the entire grassland tribe, leaving only such a small group of people settled here.

"Headman, this little boy from the Han family has fair skin, so he is not a girl, right?" Someone laughed and scolded, and the rest of the Mohu people laughed.

"You'll know if you, ladies, have to pull open your robe and take a look." Someone giggled. This kind of thing is normal among grassland tribes.

Immediately, someone came to arrest Jingli. Shen Guards and others were immediately excited. If anyone knew that Jingli was a girl, they would undoubtedly be in trouble.

(End of this chapter)