Zhao Tingduo had never seen Abu talk so much before; he was like a sparrow the whole way, chirping incessantly.
Abu suddenly saw the whip coming and realized something was wrong. He leaned back on the horse and lay flat on his back, and the whip swept past him.
After being chased away by Zhao Tingduo, Abu stopped walking leisurely and shouted:
"Young Master, I'm going back now," he said, spurring his horse forward like the wind.
He had been holding back in Wu Chao, afraid of making a mistake by speaking, but he was so frustrated by it.
Hearing Abu call out "Young Master," Zhao Tingduo's heart tightened. Turning around, she saw that Song Liyun had already fallen far behind.
Juqingma was injured and retired. Normally, there were no abnormalities, but when it entered the grassland, it would lose speed after running fast for only a few minutes. At this moment, it was walking slowly and leisurely, occasionally picking up a mouthful of grass to eat.
Song Liyun also looked around with admiration; the scenery here was completely different from that of Broken Gold Town.
Zhao Tingduo turned her horse around, dismounted, and walked to Song Liyun's side: "Yun'er, would you like to get off and walk around?"
Song Liyun took off her hood, brushed a few stray strands of hair from her forehead, and smiled as she naturally reached out her hand...
Zhao Tingduo brought Song Liyun to the grasslands not only for the prosperity of the Wuda tribe, but also for her own benefit.
After leaving Qili County, he regretted pretending to be awkward with Song Liyun.
Especially this time when he entered the Qili County Government Office, Jiang Feng returned the chicken-blood stone that he had originally entrusted to Song Liyun, and also said a few words.
Jiang Feng said, "As the beloved son of the Marquis, the Third Young Master should obey his parents' arrangements for marriage. There will be a noble lady to match him."
Although Miss Song is of good character and appearance, her low social status makes it difficult for her to marry into a wealthy family.
Moreover, she has a strong and resolute personality. If the young master takes her as a concubine, she may not get along with the mistress. Disharmony between wives and concubines is the source of family chaos.
Lady Uya probably wouldn't want you to bring a woman from the Wu Dynasty back with you."
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Tingduo was utterly speechless with frustration.
How could I have entrusted such an important matter to him? Moreover, I also know from Xiao An that it was Miss Song's birthday at the time.
What should have been a wonderful occasion was ruined by this self-righteous fellow.
Concubine? Wealthy family?
Others only see Zhao Tingduo as the third son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, but what they don't know is that this third son cannot appear in public in the Wu Dynasty, and those noble ladies cannot get close to him.
They can decide their own marriage. The Di tribe only has wives and concubines, so the things Jiang Feng is worried about will never happen.
If Jiang Feng hadn't been so direct, Zhao Tingduo wouldn't have thought things through so clearly, and wouldn't have brought Song Liyun to the grasslands so soon.
He truly loved Song Liyun.
When Zhao Tingduo had just come of age, the Marquis of Zhenbei planned to select a young lady from a prominent family in Hecheng to be betrothed to him, but Lady Wuya refused, and the two had a big fight and almost broke up.
However, it was almost a complete break. Lady Uya said that since her son was old enough to get married, he was an adult and would soon lead the tribe away from Xiashi Pass.
Marquis Zhenbei had no choice but to make concessions.
Marquis Zhenbei agreed that Zhao Tingduo could choose her own spouse, but required that the girl be a Wu Dynasty person with a clean background.
Lady Uya also set a condition for her daughter-in-law: to get married, she must return to live on the grassland.
She did not want her son to be killed by the Wu Dynasty emperor.
As for tribal marriage alliances, he himself was unwilling to do so.
Although each wife would receive slave cattle, sheep and pastures as dowry.
That belongs to his wife, what does it have to do with him? A real man fights for it himself.
Such a marriage is neither easy nor difficult, and it's even more difficult to find one that you truly like and love.
In the vast sea of grass, the two men led their horses side by side. Unbeknownst to them, the sky, dotted with stars, was gradually tinged red by the morning glow. The sun slowly parted the morning mist, broke through the clouds, and its rays spread across the earth.
Tents appeared in the sunlight, with only a few wisps of smoke rising from them.
"Yun'er, the Di tribe is just ahead."
As soon as Zhao Tingduo finished speaking, more than a dozen horses galloped over from the direction of the tent, cheering with "hehe".
Outside the yurt, an old woman with a cane, wearing a light brown embroidered robe, a braid, and a palm-sized round silver ornament on her head greeted them with a smile.
"Granny Qi!" Zhao Tingduo exclaimed in surprise, dropping her horse and rushing to the old woman, bowing respectfully. "Granny, what brings you here?"
The old woman touched his face, her expression full of affection, and said, "Your mother said you were back, so I came to see you. Hurry up, don't keep the young lady waiting!"
Seeing that Zhao Tingduo and this woman were getting along well, Song Liyun waited to the side and let the two of them talk.
Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Tingduo helped the old woman toward her: "Liyun, this is Granny Qi!"
Song Liyun hurriedly stepped forward and curtsied, saying, "Hello, Auntie!"
The old woman smiled and nodded, saying in the Wuchao dialect, "Young lady, you must be tired from your journey. Please come into the yurt and have some tea!"
Exquisite wooden bowls, snow-white felt tents, and in front of you a smiling old lady with sun-kissed, high-altitude red cheeks.
If it weren't for the fact that her clothes were wrong, Song Liyun would have felt like she was camping and traveling in a scenic area before the apocalypse.
A sip of fragrant, piping hot milk tea can lessen most of the fatigue from a night of horseback riding.
This milk tea… Song Liyun raised an eyebrow. It’s the same as the one she drank at Baolinju back then. Could it be that Ashi brought it from here that night?
A round trip from Broken Gold Town would take all night, no matter how fast you go. No wonder he and Abu slept for half a day to catch up on sleep, just because he said "milkshake" at the time?
Thinking of this, she felt a little touched, and her gaze towards Zhao Tingduo softened with warmth.
Granny Qi watched Song Liyun with a smile, and when she saw Song Liyun gazing at her young master with tenderness, her smile deepened.
Having eaten dry rations on the road, Song Liyun wasn't hungry. After drinking tea, she was led by the nanny to a corner of the yurt.
"Miss, you haven't slept all night, so please rest for a while. This place is not as nice as your home, so we'll have to make do. I don't know if you'll be able to accept it?"
“Auntie, I also come from a farming family. I can endure any hardship,” Song Liyun said earnestly, looking at the things in the corner.
The old woman smiled and nodded: "Good girl!"
In a corner, someone carefully used cowhide hanging from the roof of the yurt to create a rest area.
The wooden low couch was covered with layers of wool felt mats, and on top of that were brand-new cotton mats and fine silk quilts.
Is it because you're worried you won't be able to stand the fishy smell of wool blankets?
Even a fool like Song Liyun could see that Zhao Ashi had an unusual relationship with this seemingly overly refined "Di tribe".
These things should be prepared especially for myself.
Song Liyun was somewhat displeased and uneasy.
Everyone says that one should not receive a reward without merit, and I received this favor for no reason.
As agreed upon at Baolinju, I came to the grassland only to buy sheep and furs.
But now, the people of this tribe are not only extremely respectful to Ashi, but also exceptionally polite to him, making it seem as if he is a guest rather than someone who has come to discuss business.
The herders didn't come any closer; they just watched from a distance. How were they supposed to buy sheep from there?
There's something wrong here!
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