Nastu looked into her eyes. His eyes, which were always as warm as the winter sun, were filled with a thin layer of mist, and the tip of his nose was red.
There is no tenderness of yesterday, but sadness instead.
In the past, she had no reaction to women crying, thinking they were just venting their emotions.
But when he saw Su Yumo crying, his heart ached and he couldn't bear to see her cry.
He was completely captivated by the woman in front of him.
He put his arm around her back, hugged her body tightly, and rested his chin on her hairline.
"Believe me."
Believe in him, he will do his best to protect this grassland, protect the smiles on the children's faces, and protect her lifelong peace.
When he was a child, Nasutu could be said to be a gangster. Relying on his status as a prince, he did stupid things all day long.
He led his men to provoke a man who was more than ten years older than him, and in the end they were all beaten to a pulp by the man.
The horses for the competition were taken away the night before the equestrian competition, leaving their owners anxious as they tried to find them.
There are so many things like this that you can’t even count them on your hands.
It was not until his mother passed away that he learned to make himself stronger. Only when he was strong could he protect the people he loved.
He started every day by riding horses crazily and practicing swordplay, archery, and boxing day and night.
People always regret after they lose something, regretting not spending more time with their mother and not letting her see their best side.
From then on he put aside all distractions.
Never hesitate to do what you want to do, and never leave until the next day to fight someone you want to fight.
After killing his father Khan and ascending the throne, he felt neither sad nor happy.
Looking at the people below, a strong sense of emptiness enveloped him.
That day a tribe asked them for help, and the man who came to deliver the letter was riddled with arrows.
When he saw the person, he was already speechless.
He only held the piece of cloth covered with words tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with hope.
The horse had no idea how many days and nights it had ridden, and after the person died, it also closed its eyes.
Finally they were buried together in this land, best companions in life and always with each other after death.
The messenger's last look deeply hurt Nastu.
Becoming the Great Khan was not enough, he also had to end the century-long war and dominate the grassland.
The grassland is not a hotbed of cavalry and swords, it is the hometown of every grassland person.
"I definitely believe you."
Su Yumo leaned on her chest, wrapped his arms around his strong back, and drew strength from him.
The weather was getting colder, and he didn't wear thicker clothes, so he could vaguely feel the hardness of his muscles under his hands.
Nastu asked: "Why were you shaking just now?"
"Because no one had ever greeted me before, and suddenly someone did, it was quite awkward."
"Wasn't it polite where you used to live?"
How can I explain this to him?
Su Yumo made up a story, "Where I live is a desert, very remote and sparsely populated. There are only common people there. I haven't seen the leader for ten or twenty years, and I have no chance to pay my respects to him."
Nastu taught her, "From now on, they will all bow to you. Just say two words: get up."
She would become his Da Yanshi, the mistress of the grassland, worshipped by thousands of people, sleeping with him in life and being buried together in the same tomb after death.
"It's easy to say, but hard to do." Su Yumo sniffed, "I'll get used to it slowly."
As Su Yumo's belly rose and fell as she spoke, Nastu felt her belly getting flatter and flatter.
He pinched her earlobe and said, "Let's go and make you some food."
Su Yumo raised his head from Nastu's chest and asked, "Will it disturb them?"
That Stu raised an eyebrow, "Then let's eat pancakes?"
"Okay." Su Yumo answered affirmatively.
She just wants to sleep now and eat whatever is available without worrying about anything else.
Nastu grinned and tapped Su Yumo's forehead with his index finger.
"What's the good thing? I have my own way. I won't let you starve."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No."
"You have it."
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The people of the grassland are not only good at riding horses, but also have their own way of cooking.
Five stars for survivability.
Su Yumo thought that if she was sent alone into the wild one day, her maximum survival time would be only three days.
This is assuming there are no accidents, such as falling off a cliff, being attacked by wild beasts, or being struck by lightning.
As soon as Nastu entered the tent, he picked up the pot and fiddled with a few green leaves.
With a learning attitude, Su Yumo watched carefully from the side.
As soon as she saw him tearing the leaves into pieces, her eyelids began to twitch.
The upper eyelid wants to kiss the lower eyelid, but the lower eyelid doesn't want to, so it pushes the upper eyelid hard, and the upper eyelid returns to its original position, waiting for the next attack.
Back and forth, after five rounds, the two eyelids were sweetly together.
My lower eyelid is shy, so after discussion, we left a little distance between the two eyelids.
This was the scene that finally appeared in her vision.
A piece of black cloth that could make its own sounds grew four legs and walked back and forth on the ground.
Learning cannot be achieved overnight, it requires accumulation over time.
Nastu placed a few green leaves in a bowl and added some spices and hot water.
After it was done, the bowl was brought to Su Yumo. She was shocked and her eyes were as big as copper bells, like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.
Nastu was amused by her reaction. He squatted down, picked up the knife and fed the rice to her mouth.
In the past, he would never serve others in a humble manner, and others would always compete to serve him.
When he was a child, that loser ignored him. What did he know at that time?
Every day I think about who to play a prank on and what means to use to make myself look smarter than other kids.
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