Her Heartless Evil Man

Now, I can't afford to gamble.

Will Lian and turdan come to save me in time?

"It is said that this woman is from baoyuemei's family."

"Really? I heard that turdan took their land, cattle and sheep on the grassland."

"Yes."

"I heard that after their family was defeated, they turned to turdan. All the family stayed in baluti. Only Bao Yuemei married the Xiangye of the Zhou Dynasty, that is, the woman's father."

"That woman's heart is unpredictable. In fact, they should obey our sweat. Only our sweat can compete with turdan. He is the real eagle on the prairie."

"That's true, but they still chose turdan. There must be some secret in it."

"Don't worry about him. It has nothing to do with us. Come on, continue to stroke. We must win tonight. Even if this woman takes turns, I will have her."

I was shocked to hear that Mrs. nine and turdan still had the hatred of seizing the country, but why did their family treat him respectfully.

And why did she insist that I marry turdan? What's more strange is that Mrs. nine seems to know that turdan will like me. If I guess correctly, she must have arranged my entry into the palace and arranged my meeting with turdan. However, I can only stay in my heart and find opportunities in the future. I must find out her intention.

However, can I escape this dilemma?

"I won, ha ha."

Just listen to the voice, I know the result of boxing. Tonight, it seems that everything is against me. The winner is no one else, but the head I spit on.

But I'm not afraid. The rope on the back of my hand is about to be cut off by me.

I watched him approach me again step by step and said with a smile, "little beauty, your clothes are really suitable for the occasion. Let's go to the bridal chamber according to the customs of your central plains. Ha ha."

I looked at his face and hated him in my heart. I want to remember him really. If I can't escape, I won't spare him if I turn into a ghost. I must ask him for his life.

I hope he can walk as slowly as possible. The work behind me will be ready soon. It's only a little short. I pray for my innocence and my life.

However, before I cut the rope, he came to me again, "you are violent, I am not violent. Such a beautiful bride, I want to enter the bridal chamber well."

He slowly untied the buttons on my fiery red wedding dress. One, two, three, I counted. Several men on the side watched the excitement and coaxed.

The rope on my arm is about to break.

At the moment when the rope was opened, one of my buttons was not untied. I tried my best to grasp the knife and stabbed the evil man in front of me.

I'm not even afraid. I even forgot that I was Miss seventeen who dared not step on ants.

I heard his "ah" cry. I closed my eyes. I was afraid of seeing blood gushing out. After all, this was my first murder.

I heard the startled footsteps coming, but I didn't hear the sound of people falling to the ground, and my wrist was caught again, the knife fell to the ground, and I opened my eyes.

As far as my eyes could see, I knew I was wrong. The knife was too small. It was just gouging out the man's chest. It just shed some blood. It didn't kill him at all. He covered his chest and looked at me with hatred.

"Brothers, be her together. I will never spare her, this bitch."

"No, I'm turdan's bride. He'll settle with you sooner or later, and he will avenge me." I shouted with all my strength. I know turdan's reputation on the grassland.

A man seemed stunned, but someone immediately agreed: "do it first and then kill it. There is no proof of death. What are you afraid of?"

The knife in my hand is gone, and my wrists are tightly held by two men. Now, even the gods can't save me.

Closed my eyes, I was silent, only let the tears roll down.

Several hands came to me. I bit the tip of my tongue. I wanted to die

The smell of fishy and salty is spreading in my mouth. I don't struggle or break free from their powerful clamp. The sun and moon are gone, at least they have been blocked by the yurt.

In my hazy consciousness, I heard the voice of the Mongolian soldier standing outside the door. He told me that ruoqing was still alive and that he brought ruoqing to me. I'm glad he took ruoqing away again. Otherwise, if ruoqing saw my tragic scene, I would be even worse than death.

"Sweating." am I dreaming? Why did I hear the report of the Mongolian soldier outside the door.

Khan, is that turdan? At this moment, I suddenly want to see him. I think of his overbearing, his strong kiss, the moment when he desperate to save me out of the water, and the warm moment when I was held in his arms. Turdan, you will come to save me, won't you?

With the expectation of him, did I fall asleep? Why is my head heavy and my body soft? Where am I?

Under the body is like a soft bed, and the brocade quilt on the body touches the chin, which is slippery but warm.

Did I go home? Have I returned to my Luoxuan Pavilion again?

A spoon was pouring water into my mouth. The water flowed into my mouth and fell on my tongue. It hurt so much that I wanted to sleep again.

In the dark, someone held my hand and gently held it in his palm, and a constant stream of power came to me.

Is that you Lian.

You've been guarding me, haven't you?

I really want to fly a kite in the grassland. There is a fiery Phoenix kite in my wedding car.

Tuldan, you're going to put it with me.

I liked the grassland at the first sight. Why did those damn men ugly the beauty of the grassland? I fell in love with the endless green grassland.

The water is back in my mouth. I'm thirsty, but it hurts so much that I just want to sleep.

"Don't be afraid. I will protect you." the soft male voice sounded. Who is this, not Lian or turdan.

Will you protect me? who are you? I really want to ask him, but my throat is dry and can't spit a word.

"Drink it. It won't hurt any more. You'll see the sun and the grassland." the man continued his drunken tenderness.

My hand is sweating in his palm, but it still sticks to him. It feels good and makes me feel secure.

The power in the palm of my hand helped me. I finally swallowed the first saliva. It was so sweet.

The water is so delicious.

However, after the sweetness, it was a burning pain, and the tongue was very painful.

I wriggled my cracked lips, "water", and I continued to want it.

I don't know if the people in front of me heard me. My voice is as small as mosquitoes and ants, but the water began to flow into my mouth.

For the first time, the pain began to numb, and I could drink water smoothly.

But the water suddenly changed its taste. It was a smell of mint mixed with herbs. I still drank it. It was slightly bitter. It woke me up, didn't it?

I could feel the anxiety in his hand.

But he is a stranger. Why do I trust him like this?

He is neither Lian nor turdan. His voice makes me sure he is definitely not.

"Wake up, it's all over."

Yes, the suffering is over. I can even drink herbs.

But my tongue is still sore. Can I speak? I vaguely remember the bite I asked for death. I bit very deep.

"No one will hurt you again. Trust me." the man is still warm in my ear and gives me peace.

How long has it been? I don't know. I've been trying to drink water and medicine. I want to open my eyes and know who he is. I want to thank him for taking care of me when I'm sick.

I also want to thank the sweat who saved me. It must be him, and only he can save me.

I lost my mind and slowly regained consciousness.

Gently shake your fingers.

I heard the man exclaim, "she moved."

Yes, I moved.

I tried to open my eyes, and finally opened a gap. There was a face in front of me, shaking hazily in front of me. I wanted to know who the man who accompanied me all the way was.

Finally, the man's fuzzy face gradually became clear. The dress on his hair was so familiar, but the face was strange. He was not turdan, but he had the same dress as turdan.

It was a domineering and forthright face pet. The thick eyebrows hung on the eyelids increased his power. His firm nose was like a hook. It was really an eagle on the grassland.

I guessed that he was the Great Khan ban Boshan of hadakhin.

Unconsciously, I earned it gently. I was Miss Lou 17, who received the imperial edict to marry turdan. Now I still have to remember my mission. I can't let him hold my hand all the time.

"Thank you."

He suddenly put his ear to my lips. Is my voice so small? But I've exhausted my strength.

"Thank you," I shouted again.

He finally heard it and I saw the smile on his face.

"It's good to hear you," he said bluntly.

I suddenly realized, maybe, that kind of behavior of biting my tongue may make me unable to speak for life.

Now, I have passed another level.

"Zhuo sang, go cook some goat's milk, blow it warm and feed her to drink it slowly."

I listened to his orders and gave him a weak smile. This man has the characteristic of moving women, but my wedding dress told me that I have no right.

The woman named Zhuo sang said a lot of words, and I couldn't understand a word.

I swear that if I get well, the first thing I do is to learn Mongolian seriously.

Big sweat smiled at me, didn't say anything, turned and left.

I can see the fatigue in his eyes. I can't understand Zhuo Sang's words, but I can guess that he has been with me when I fell asleep.

A strange waiting.

Tears roll down quietly, which is moving