All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Wudan and Yuquan reacted, the tribesman had already been dragged several meters away and was hanging upside down from a nearby tree.
"Quick, save Uncle Nima!"
Yuquan shouted at the people behind him.
As soon as she shouted, the doors of the two strange houses suddenly opened, and several figures rushed out like lightning.
After the encounter with the wolf, not only were lights placed around the prefab house, but traps were also set up, either by digging pits or traps.
Now living in the forest, Song Liyun also sets traps, but she ties the rope to a tree branch next to her. When the prey steps on the mechanism, it will bounce up and get stuck in the tree.
Such a loud noise would naturally wake the people inside.
The ones who rushed out were Lao Qian and a few other guards. They had been at home all day and were itching to get out of bed.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw several snowmen of varying heights standing there in a panic.
Before Yuquan and the others could even put up a fight, Lao Qian and his men had already pounced on them.
On one side were professionals with martial arts skills, and on the other side were elderly people and children who were temporarily added to the group. The only tribesman with fighting ability, Nima, was hanging from a tree.
With a series of clanging sounds and flying snowflakes, the Uda tribe members were pinned to the ground in just a few rounds.
Fortunately, Lao Qian and the others knew why they came to Kara Mountain, so they only arrested people and did not hurt them.
The Di people appearing now should undoubtedly be from the Uda tribe.
Old Qian chuckled: "Are you from the Uda tribe?"
With a stern face, Wu Dan angrily cursed at Lao Qian in broken Wu Chao dialect: "What are you thieves up the mountain sneaking around doing? Kill me if you want, I don't know anything and I'm not afraid of you!"
He didn't answer, but instead asked a question in return.
Old Qian wasn't angry. He just grabbed Wu Dan by the neck and lifted him up, saying, "You're quite slippery, kid. You almost got away just now. Come on, you'll have to see our master before you die."
Song Liyun and Lin Qingyuan were already standing at the door, having climbed out of their warm beds. Lin Qingyuan looked displeased: "Show your faces, you're so petty and cowardly."
He yawned, having wandered around outside all day, and finally lured the person out.
Yuquan was cold and afraid, but his eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at everyone surrounding him, wanting to remember these enemies before he died.
Suddenly, Yuquan's gaze froze, and he stood there, his face filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.
Wudan and the others took off their leather hats and scarves, revealing several still-childish faces.
Song Liyun strolled over slowly, patted Wu Dan's angry face, and said with a smile, "How is Granny Qi feeling? That girl Yuquan..."
Before she could finish her question, a man squeezed out from the pile of prisoners and rushed to her feet, crying and laughing, "Young Madam, Young Madam! It's me, Yuquan!"
Everyone was shocked!
After the initial chaos subsided, the tribal soldier Nima was rescued, and the people of the Wuda tribe were taken into the temporary housing.
Song Liyun let Yuquan and two other women into her small house.
After the people of the Uda tribe had some hot tea, Song Liyun brought out some ready-made food for everyone to eat.
Yuquan took off her clothes, which were covered in mud and snow, washed her hands and face, and kept asking, "Young Madam, what brings you here? If we had known it was you, we wouldn't have been wandering around in the mountains for so long."
"If Madam knew it was the young mistress who was coming, I don't know how happy she would be!"
Song Liyun smiled and said, "If I don't wander around, how will you find me? Don't call me Young Madam, I haven't married into the tribe yet! Tell me where the Madam and the others are, I have something important to report."
Yuquan held a skewer of roasted eggs, his eyes crinkling with a smile as he smelled the aroma of salt and pepper: "Oh dear, Miss Song is the young mistress. Madam has already said that when the young master returns, she will send me to Baolin Residence to serve the young mistress. This time, I won't leave again."
She had visited Baolinju a while ago, but she was not used to being away from the grasslands and wanted to bring the wool spinning techniques she had learned back to the tribe, so Song Liyun told her to go back.
Beside the Jade Spring, two burly women from the Wuda tribe knelt on the carpet, each holding a skewer of roasted meat, staring blankly at Song Liyun.
They were ordinary people, who usually did rough work such as milking and cheese making, and they knew nothing about the young master's engagement.
Just now, Yuquan called out "Young Madam," which confused the two of them. However, judging from Yuquan's familiar manner, it was probably true.
Inside the small house, the atmosphere was warm and affectionate, typical of a young woman, but outside in the main house, tensions were palpable.
Wudan and Nima were very nervous facing a room full of unfamiliar, burly men.
They had already eaten, and Lin Qingyuan tossed over a hot roasted potato, casually saying, "How far is it from here to your tribe? We have important business to discuss with Lady Wuya."
Wudan looked at him warily, stuffed the potato in his hand into his pocket, and stubbornly said, "I'm warning you, this is the territory of the Wuda tribe. If you have any bad intentions, our tribe's soldiers will cut off your head."
Song Dekui was unable to squeeze out the door immediately and was protected inside the house.
Hearing that the little brat was quick to grab things but stubborn, he said irritably, "We've caught you, and we could crush you like a chicken, but you still won't admit defeat."
"Did he learn that from your ungrateful young master? I'm going to teach him a lesson."
He had never met Zhao Tingduo, but since he was Xiaoyun's future husband, he, as an elder, had to maintain a certain air of respect.
Lin Qingyuan rarely reached an agreement with Song Dekui. This child was really too interesting. Since they were waiting for dawn to set off and couldn't sleep anyway, they might as well tease him.
So he and Song Dekui started teasing each other, exchanging words back and forth.
Wu Dan was just an ordinary Di ethnic youth, no match for these two hooligans. He was soon enraged and flew into a rage.
Nima, who was standing nearby, didn't quite understand Wu Chao's language. He only saw Wu Dan's face turn red with anxiety. He immediately stood up and shouted, "What do you want? If you want to humiliate us, I, Nima, am willing to duel with you!"
He was speaking the Di language, which Lin Qingyuan could understand, but Song Dekui couldn't. He rubbed Wudan's head and laughed, "Little kid, what is this guy babbling about?"
Wu Dan was already furious, and he coldly said as he flung away Song Dekui's hand that was playing with his head, "He said he's going to kill you!"
Song Dekui chuckled strangely: "Ha! If you want to kill me, you'd better wait until you talk to Madam Wuya! I am a distinguished guest of your tribe."
By this time, Balin already knew that Song Liyun's future husband's family was the young master of the Uda tribe, and he was already uncontrollably excited.
Upon hearing that Nima wanted to kill Song Dekui, he quickly grabbed him and whispered something in the Di language before finally saying, "You mustn't offend your young mistress."
When Yuquan told him that Song Liyun was the young mistress of the tribe, Nima was skeptical.
The young master was very popular with the women in the tribe. If it weren't for the tribe's rule that no one in the tribe could marry within the tribe if the tribe had fewer than a thousand people, the young master would have married a wife long ago. Why would he have to go to another tribe for a marriage alliance?
But remembering Yuquan's attitude, he shut up.
Yuquan was a maid in the lady's tent, and she was very much liked by the lady and Granny Qi. If she said yes, then I couldn't refute her.
He still refused to believe the words of this unfamiliar Di person, Balin: What did it mean that the young mistress was a divine messenger?
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