The autumn wind blows and the leaves fall.
Shen Ziyan rode his big brown horse, staggering across the endless grassland, and the horse's hooves made a crackling sound as they stepped on the leaves.
He picked up a pot of wine, his eyes shining with the light of the setting sun, and drank it in one gulp.
Beautiful autumn.
After drinking, don't forget to put the wine jug in your bag. This is the only wine jug, and if you lose it, it will be gone.
Shen Ziyan fell on the horse's back and carefully touched the horse's neck with his hand.
He said lazily:
"My hands aren't as good as they used to be. When we find a river, I'll wash them for you, okay?"
"I'm going to sleep first. If you meet someone alive, remember to call me."
The horse's nose made a muffled sound, and it was helpless about its lazy owner.
Who made me end up with such a man? So I should work harder and do my best.
The horse shook its head and continued to move towards where the sun was setting.
As he walked, Shen Ziyan felt a chill pass across his cheek in a daze. He opened his eyes, supported himself on the horse's back and sat up, stretching himself lazily.
"Hey, who are you?"
It was already late in the evening. There was a person standing on the right. I couldn't see her face clearly, but judging from her figure, she was probably a woman.
Shen Ziyan felt something was wrong with his stomach, as if something was pressing against it, so he looked down.
A scimitar, the tip of the blade still shining.
The coldness on his cheek just now must have come from this crescent-shaped scimitar.
"I should be the one asking you this. Why are you coming to our tribe so late at night?" The voice was cold.
Delia didn't know what she had done, but she happened to offend an arrogant and domineering prince who kept hanging around her for no reason.
If he wasn't a prince, she would have sealed his mouth long ago.
In the past, she could just say a few perfunctory words, but today she was in a very bad mood and didn't want to see that man.
As soon as the sun came out in the morning, she took her horse and left the tribe, intending to go for a walk outside.
If she can't win, can't she just hide?
When I came back at night, I saw a suspicious man and a horse wandering around outside the tribe.
He smelled of alcohol, it was terrible.
Shen Ziyan raised his hands in surrender, curled his lips into a smile, revealing a fang.
"Me? I am your destined passerby."
The girl remained silent, and the scimitar moved forward, causing Shen Ziyan's lower abdomen to tighten.
"I'm from the Central Plains, and I have no ill intentions."
"How do you prove it?"
"Look, if the stars in the sky don't speak, it proves that what I said is true." Shen Ziyan said, pointing to the sky.
Delia followed his finger and looked at the night sky. The stars scattered all over the night sky seemed to be winking at her.
Shen Ziyan took advantage of Delia's distraction, jumped off the horse sideways, took a step, stood behind Delia, and snatched the scimitar from her hand.
Delia was still looking up at the starry sky, intoxicated by the brilliance and beauty of the night sky.
In the past, she and her mother often looked at the stars at night. Her mother would sing to her, and she would fall asleep listening to the songs in her mother's arms.
He said to himself, "If only the stars could talk."
Shen Ziyan was stunned behind her when he heard this, but only for a moment.
He lowered his voice and said, "I am a star from the sky."
Delia looked down and saw a small white flower appear in front of her, with a man's palm underneath.
Delia took a step to the left, turned around, glanced at the knife in the man's hand, and asked, "Tell me what you are doing here."
Although I no longer have a knife in my hand, I cannot lose in terms of momentum.
"I came to visit the grassland."
He stretched out his arm and placed the flowers in his hand between the two of them.
"Play?" Delia saw the flowers but did not move.
Be careful with stranger things.
"Yes, I like the scenery and people of the grassland, so I came to the north with my beloved horse."
"Then let me ask you, what was the name of the last tribe you visited?"
Shen Ziyan smiled and answered truthfully: "Daga Tribe."
"What's there?"
"There are people, there are sheep, and there is grass."
Delia warned him against any tricks.
"Just kidding. I saw a circular lake not far from their tribe. They said the grass around the lake is green all year round, even in winter."
"Okay, I believe you."
Delia said this, snatched back her knife, jumped on her horse, and rode away in a cloud of dust.
Seeing that the person had run far away, Shen Ziyan hurriedly mounted his horse and carefully put the white flower in his hand into his lapel.
"Wait for me, my name is Shen Ziyan, what's your name?"
"Delia."
Their love story begins here.
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