Chapter 336: The Sneak Attack of the Pingshan Tribe (9)
Although his son Zhao Tingduo is already twenty years old, his mother, Madam Uya, is beautiful and charming, and is less than forty years old.
In Song Liyun's eyes, this is definitely a beautiful and charming lady.
Now thinking about calling her mother... Song Liyun couldn't accept it for a moment.
Mrs. Uya didn't care that Song Liyun suddenly became awkward. She walked up to her, took her hand, and smiled: "Ali, let's go back to the tent!"
This fiery enthusiasm made Song Liyun, who was already nervous, suddenly stiffen half of her body. She felt that she could not keep up with the pace.
At this moment, Elder Shan rushed over angrily and blocked the way of the "mother and daughter" who were walking hand in hand.
"Madam, this woman has an unknown origin and she broke into the valley without permission. She should be executed as a spy." Elder Shan waved the whip in his hand and pointed at Song Liyun fiercely.
Madam Wuya was stopped, her expression unchanged, her tone calm, "Elder Shan has misunderstood. This is Ah Shi's fiancée, the young lady of the tribe. She's anxious to see me, so she came to the valley. Ah Li is new to the tribe and doesn't know much. I'm asking her to apologize to the elders."
Song Liyun stepped forward smartly and saluted Elder Shan: "Liyun didn't know you were the elder..."
"Shut up, you cunning and despicable Wu Chao person!"
Elder Shan was furious. Song Liyun knew clearly that he was a tribal elder, yet he still dared to charge at him, and now he pretended to be ignorant.
Madam Wuya's face darkened. "Elder Shan, please be careful with your words. Our Wuda tribe has been on good terms with the Wu Dynasty for generations!"
Elder Shan gasped and retorted.
He no longer spoke the Wu Dynasty language, but the Di language, and became more and more excited as he spoke.
Madam Wu Ya's expression became increasingly grim, and it was obvious that there was a conflict between the two.
Song Liyun frowned. She had to find a way to learn both languages quickly, otherwise communication would become a problem.
She looked around and saw many figures towards the valley entrance. A large group of horses were entering the valley. She could vaguely see the tall and thin figure of Song Dekui, who was dancing and talking about something.
Seeing that everyone was fine, Song Liyun felt relieved. Although she had a special relationship with the Wuda tribe, there was no guarantee that there would not be another "misunderstanding".
Song Liyun glanced at Elder Shan, who was speaking sincerely, and said to Madam Wu Ya, who was clearly impatient, "Madam, a powerful enemy is about to attack. Let's quickly discuss how to defend ourselves!"
In just this short period of time, she had already noticed the discord between Madam Wu Ya and Elder Shan.
That's good.
Although he has not yet become a member of the Wuda tribe, it is a bit unkind of him to think about how to eliminate dissidents.
Song Liyun still put a big cross after Elder Shan's name without hesitation, and decided to be more vigilant in the future.
But at this time, several people were still walking towards the bottom of the valley. Song Liyun hid his thoughts and decided to deal with the problem of the tribe being attacked first.
Madam Wu Ya already knew about the enemy attack. After being reminded by Song Liyun, she did not argue with Elder Shan anymore. She just changed the subject and said, "Elder Shan, you have been tired from inspecting the snow-capped mountains. You should go back and rest early!" With that, she continued to walk inside with Song Liyun.
Seeing that Madam Wu Ya ignored his words, Elder Shan flew into a rage, his face becoming fierce: "Wu Ya'er, this is the daughter-in-law you chose. She has no idea how to respect her elders.
Also, she said there would be an enemy attack, and I suspect that this enemy attack was caused by her. She is an ominous creature that brings disaster to the tribe."
The status of women on the Dilu grassland was very low. Apart from giving birth, milking and doing labor, they were not even as valuable as war horses.
At that time, the old man had no son, and the Wuda tribe used a woman as its leader, and joining forces with the Zhenbei Army was actually a joke on the grassland.
Although the Zhenbei Army is now helping in the war, Elder Shan still feels ashamed that his tribe relies on foreigners.
Fortunately, the young master has grown up and will soon take back the power of the tribe.
But now a woman from the Wu Dynasty suddenly appeared and interfered with the tribal affairs before she even entered the tribe.
Is he trying to turn his Di tribe into a village of the Wu Dynasty and produce another Lady Wu Ya?
He could no longer allow a woman to be in charge, and he also wanted to let Wu Yaer know that the grassland was still dominated by men.
When he said this, they had already walked more than ten steps. Madam Wu Ya turned around suddenly and looked at Elder Shan coldly: "Du Ze, please ask Elder Shan to return to his tent and rest!"
Du Ze, a middle-aged man who followed Madam Wu Ya, stepped forward and said in a cold tone, "Elder Shan, Madam has a request. Please come in!"
Listening to his pure Wu Dynasty dialect, Song Liyun noticed that the guards brought by Madam Wu Ya were actually all from the Wu Dynasty, and they were full of murderous aura.
Elder Shan was clearly unwilling to leave like this. He shouted, "The Wuda Tribe is our Di tribe. We cannot let these Wu Dynasty people destroy it at will! Wu Yaer, this is the tribe that I have worked hard all my life to build. You cannot let the Wu Dynasty people make decisions casually."
Madam Wu Ya turned a deaf ear to his shouts and rode away without stopping, taking Song Liyun with her.
In the middle tent at the bottom of the valley, the beggar woman was waiting by the curtain, leaning on a crutch and smiling.
Her legs couldn't stand the cold, so she had to stay in a tent all winter.
Upon seeing the gentle face of Aunt Beggar, Song Liyun hurriedly bowed her head and said, "Hello, Aunt Beggar!"
The beggar woman smiled and returned the greeting: "Young Madam, there is no need to be so polite to an old woman!"
The tent where Mrs. Wu Ya lived was very spacious, with curtains dividing the various functional areas.
The three of them had just sat down on the cushions beside the low table when Yuquan appeared from nowhere, knelt down and poured tea for everyone.
Madam Wu Ya picked up the tea bowl and said to Song Liyun, "A Li, I have been friends with the Zhenbei Army for twenty years and I know the customs of the Wu Dynasty.
According to the rules of your Wu Dynasty, an unmarried daughter-in-law cannot enter her husband's home without an invitation. But you have come all the way here to tell me the news. I, Wu Yaer, am grateful for your support of the Wuda tribe. Now, instead of wine, I offer you this bowl of tea as a toast!"
Song Liyun's face turned red. Putting aside the fact that Madam Wu Ya was her future mother-in-law, just based on her words of gratitude, she felt that the trip was not in vain.
She took the milk tea from Mrs. Wu Ya and drank it all in return.
Beggar Mama watched all this with a happy smile.
Madam Wuya waited for her to finish drinking before she smiled and said, "This is a personal token of my gratitude. I'll express my gratitude even more when Ah Shi comes back and asks him to repay me. You can use me at your will."
Aunt Qi smiled even more happily and nodded repeatedly: "That's right, the young master is doing well in the war now, and he will be able to return to the tribe soon!"
Song Liyun, who thought she was thick-skinned enough, finally felt embarrassed at this moment. Her face flushed red to her ears. She touched her burning face and hesitantly changed the subject: "Madam, Madam, let's talk about the sneak attack. We can't delay this!"
Hearing about the sneak attack, Madam Wuya and Aunt Qi exchanged a glance, a smile on their faces, and said loudly, "Don't worry, Ali. I have just sent people to the outside of Kala Mountain to inform the Mudan tribe. They will protect Wuda."
(End of this chapter)
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