He held Su Yumo's trembling waist with one hand and said to Saren: "Get up."
Sarin stood up straight, smiling like a spring flower blooming.
She looks tough from a distance, but as gentle as water up close.
Su Yumo's first reaction was that Abulu was marrying above his station, and his second reaction was to stop trembling.
I don’t know if he saw the beauty’s smile or if they were talking at eye level.
"I heard about you from Abulu. My name is Guli."
Su Yumo also introduced himself and stretched out his hand out of habit.
Saren looked at the delicate hand in the air, not knowing what Da Yanshi meant, or whether it was the first time that people from the Western Regions met and wanted to extend their hands.
Saren also followed her example and stretched out his hand, and two hands ten centimeters apart appeared in the air.
One hand is white and plump, the other hand is slender and strong.
Su Yumo knew at a glance that Saren and she had the same idea. How should she end this misunderstanding caused by the different times?
At this time, Abru caught up.
"Khan, we are on patrol now, so we won't bother you anymore."
Abru said this quickly, then picked up the woman and moved aside.
Before Su Yumo could finish his words, the two people disappeared like a gust of wind, leaving behind only the neighing of horses and the sound of horse hooves disappearing into the night.
Su Yumo withdrew her hand and sighed. If this happened a few more times, she would be turned into a sieve.
But just for a moment, the five words "My dear ministers, please stand up" flew in and out of her mind.
If I really said it out loud, I wonder how Stu would react.
Su Yumo looked up and asked, "What's going on with Abulu?"
She knew he wasn't an ordinary person, but there had to be a trigger.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I don't know, you'll get used to it."
As he spoke, he put his hand across Su Yumo's waist, took her hand and walked towards their tent.
Su Yumo actually saw doting in those slightly narrowed eyes.
"You can't be..." She shook off his hand and narrowed her eyes.
It's not that she thinks too much, it's the two of them who make her think too much, so she must be on guard.
"What is it?"
Nastu didn't understand the meaning of her expression, his eyes were full of curiosity.
"nothing."
Su Yumo waved her hand. She was defeated by the desire for the unknown in his eyes. Judging from his performance over the past two days, she was overthinking it.
The hand dangling in the air was caught by Nastu, who did not ask any more questions when he saw that she was unwilling to speak.
The two of them held hands and continued walking forward.
"Wait." Su Yumo paused, "I forgot. This morning, Suoya and I agreed that she would teach me how to make a neck guard."
She just remembered it when she saw the furry fabric on Abreu's neck.
"Soya should be putting Ogul to sleep now. You can go find her anytime in the future."
"That's the only way." Su Yumo nodded.
"Sawyer, doesn't she have any children?"
Judging from her appearance, Soya should be about the same age as her aunt. When eating this morning, every child followed their father Eji, and only Ogule was by her side.
"She had a child, but her lover died on the battlefield five years ago. She was so grief-stricken after hearing the news that the child only stayed in her belly for a little over three months before passing away."
"She never remarried. Ogule's father also died in the war. His mother committed suicide, leaving behind only one-year-old Ogule. Suoya began to take care of him and has been doing so ever since."
Nastu's voice was lonely and desolate, like the last leaf on a dead tree on the autumn plain.
When the wind blows, it floats away, away from its support, and doesn't know where to go.
She regretted asking, because the stories behind every person here were written in blood.
But if we don’t ask about those things, do they not exist?
Su Yumo asked with a choked voice: "Everything will be fine, right?"
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