Yan Qisheng was just a hippie smile but didn't move at all. Mu Hongluan couldn't do it, so she had to blush and hug his neck and gave him a fragrant kiss. This kiss seemed to be as if she was thinking about it at once, but he was pulled back the back of the head and kissed it firmly. Mu Hongluan was really breathless, and struggled a few times and accidentally rolled down the hill.

Yan Qisheng was afraid that she would be injured and protected her head. He was like this, and I was up and down, and I was up and down and I was up and down, and all the grass chips were stuck.

The Khitans who stood up early were alarmed. Seeing Meng Duhan entangled with his Han female slave, they couldn't help but make a strange laugh, and someone whistled,

"Mengduhan...a good man!"

"Mengduhan, good!"

The Khitans worshipped the gods and naturally came from the valley of man. If a man and a woman looked at each other and held a hidden place, she could enjoy the fun on the ground. In their opinion, the Mengduhan brothers were real men and warriors. They could only cheer and applaud and play, but they would not feel guilty and unfair like the Han people.

No matter how fierce Mu Hongluan was, she couldn't stand the face in front of everyone. When Yan Qisheng helped her up and patted the grass chips on her body, she was so angry that she kicked him. Yan Qisheng quickly moved away and came up to smile,

"Changzhen! I was wrong with Changzhen!"

Mu Hongluan was so angry that she gave him another palm. Yan Qisheng hurriedly reached out to block it. Mu Hongluan followed him with punches and gestured with him. The group of light armored soldiers who had just woken up immediately surrounded him when they saw the wonderful things. They couldn't help but cheer him up. This time, they were not at Meng Duhan but at his Han female slave. Someone grinned,

"Okay! OK! This woman is so delicious!"

Others laughed,

"This woman is born like a Han Chinese, but her temperament is like our Khitan women. I don't know what it feels like to hold her and roll up!"

"You have to have the courage to try going into her tent tonight!"

The man shrank his neck,

"Mengduhan's knife is going to eat blood!"

The laughter of everyone pierced the tranquility of the grassland. The old patriarch lifted the curtain, slowly came over with a hunched over, and squeezed into the crowd to watch the two of you and me...

After a long time, I went back and called Tuohuer over.

"Tuhuer, my child, Mengduhan is a nobleman from the Southern Dynasties. Who is the Han woman beside him? Is she a female slave?"

Tuohu'er thought for a while,

"Father, Meng Duhan attaches great importance to the Han woman, probably not a female slave... In my opinion, he looks like his wife!"

Thinking of the punch Yan Qisheng was hit in front of him, Tuohuer subconsciously reached out and touched the bridge of his nose.

The old patriarch closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a while.

"I want to see her alone!"

Tuo'er came out and saw Mengduhan shouting light armored soldiers outside, and walked to Mengduhan's tent and was about to open his mouth to shout, but then he remembered that he didn't know what the woman was called. After thinking about it, he called,

"Monduhan's woman!Monduhan's woman!"

Mu Hongluan put out the things in her hand, and when she heard the call from outside, she walked out to see it, and hurriedly said to her,

"My father wants to see you!"

Mu Hongluan was stunned,

"Are you going to see me?"

Tuo Hu'er nodded and made a gesture to her.

"Please!"

Mu Hongluan stood there and hesitated for a few breaths, touched the short knife on her waist with her backhand.

"It's just a bad old man. Are you afraid that he won't eat me!"

Without telling Yan Qisheng about it, he followed Huer away.

After entering the old patriarch's tent, Mu Hongluan respectfully performed a Khitan ceremony. The old patriarch's turbid eyes looked at her carefully and then, then raised his hand to signal her to sit in front of him.

"Child, come here!"

Mu Hongluan sat near him as he said.

"Child, where is your hometown? Where are your parents?"

Mu Hongluan responded,

"My hometown was originally in Datong Prefecture, but later fled to Taiyuan due to war... My parents are now in Taiyuan..."

The old patriarch turned around and asked Tuohu'er.

"How far is Datong Mansion... from this place?"

He replied,

"It takes fifteen days to ride a horse... Five years ago, there was a golden wolf flag on the wall of Datong Mansion, but now it has been taken back by the Han people!"

The old patriarch nodded after hearing this and asked Mu Hongluan again.

"Are your parents Han? Your... are your ancestors from Liao or Han?"

Mu Hongluan thought about it and responded,

"My parents are both Han, only grandmother... I don't know where they are. I only heard that they were separated from the Liao territory to Datong Prefecture many years ago!"

She herself couldn't say whether her grandmother was from Han or Liao. She only vaguely heard Yang San's mention that their parents looked like grandmothers, and they should have some foreign blood.

The old patriarch looked a little excited when he heard this. He reached out and pulled her hand, and gently tapped her fingers on her fingertips.

"Child, can you give me a drop of blood?"

Mu Hongluan was stunned,

"Why do you want my blood, old patriarch?"

The old patriarch said,

"Don't worry, my child, I won't harm you, just... because you are a bit like an old friend of mine, whose family blood is a bit different. I want to know if you are her descendant?"

Mu Hongluan was stunned again. Because of her deep eyebrows, she also guessed that her grandmother was mostly an alien, but she was separated in the war and now she didn't know if her grandmother is still alive...

Looking up at the old patriarch's dark and old face,

According to my mother, my grandmother was only fifteen or sixteen years old when she came to the village. After giving birth to three sons with her grandfather, she disappeared due to war. Mu Da is now more than thirty or forty, and his grandmother is still less than 60 years old. Could it be that the old patriarch's friend is his grandmother?

Just...is such a coincidence really true?

"My child, swear to the gods, I will never hurt you in the slightest!"

The old patriarch's eyes were gentle and sincere, and his hands were thin but very warm. Mu Hongluan inexplicably believed him, so he pulled the scimitar on his waist and cut a hole on his index finger, dropping the blood into the silver cup where the old patriarch was catching blood.

The old patriarch turned the silver cup outward and looked around in circles. The drop of blood flashed bright red light in the silver cup, and then reached the tip of his nose and smelled it again. Mu Hongluan couldn't see how different his blood was from others, so he asked the old patriarch.

"Is my blood different?"

The old patriarch shook his head,

"Child, I can't see clearly whether you are the descendant of my old friend!"

As he spoke, he handed the silver cup to Mu Hongluan.

"Take it outside and throw it away!"

"Old patriarch, do I have nothing to do with your old friend?"

The old patriarch looked at her deeply.

"There can't be something, and there can't be something, and there is nothing, either! Go, kid!"

Mu Hongluan stood up and took the silver cup outside and poured it out. The old patriarch came out to take the silver cup, raised his hand and gently brushed her head,

"Child, may God bless you!"

Mu Hongluan was puzzled and wanted to ask, but saw that he had turned around and bent in. He looked at the same confused Tuohuer, who was also confused. Tuohuer said hurriedly,

"I don't know what's going on!"

Mu Hongluan had no choice but to turn around and go back.

As soon as she left the old patriarch, the voice of the voice came out.

"Duuer and bring an old sheep!"

Tuo'er responded and took a sheep.

"Let it eat the blood-stained grass!"

Tuo'er suddenly responded and led the old sheep over. The old sheep lowered her head and sniffed the grass, and suddenly bleated and jumped away.

Tuohu'er said in surprise,

"Father, it ran away!"

The old patriarch said after a long time of silence.

"As soon as they leave, we will go to Beijing!"

Dow was shocked,

"Father, you haven't traveled far in many years!"

The old clan sighed,

"I need to go there in person!"
To be continued...