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Jieyou lowered his head and shook his head violently, "Jieyou is an ominous person, I really can't personally write a report to Kunmi, so as not to make Kunmi suffer from bad luck again, please general Jieyou and the righteousness, let Jieyou be for the people of Wusun and for the great man Common people, Kunmi rewards this opportunity to worship and pray to the gods to bless the world."

Mo Yan said sternly: "The princess' meaning, I have already understood, I will go to report to Kunmi, presumably Kunmi will also fulfill the princess' righteousness." After speaking, Mo Yan turned around to leave, walked out of the big tent for a few steps, endured I couldn't help looking back at the big tent where Jieyou was, with deep eyes, and said to myself: "If Princess Xijun could have thought of this step, maybe there would be no princess Jieyou marrying my Wusun today, nor would you marry me?" There will be this silly woman..." Saying this, Mo Yan turned his eyes to Feng Shi's big tent, and a reassuring smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Silly woman, if your princess doesn't enter Chigu City, she can live in peace. Outside of the royal court, it is also the result you most want to see, at least, you can avoid doing a few stupid things."

Jieyou took several deep breaths in the big tent, and finally relieved the secret nervousness just now. Hearing the sound of Mo Yan's footsteps walking away, he quickly put down the knot in his arms, lifted the corner of his skirt, and walked out of the big tent quickly. , and ran straight towards the big tent where Feng Shi was resting.

"Sister Shi..." Jieyou raised the curtain and saw Feng Shi's pale face for the first time. She walked over with small steps distressed. Even though she was asleep, she must still be in pain.

Jieyou gently wiped the cold sweat on her forehead for her, her eyes were red, but she held back the tears, not daring to shed them. She leaned her body and put her forehead slightly on the side of Feng Shi's face, feeling her tenderness. Slightly trembling, she said in a shy voice: "Sister Shi, I have grown up, and I will take good care of you. In the future, there will be no sand bandits, no poisonous snakes, no...you and I will say goodbye..."

The night is long and the night wind is cool. Outside the big tent, there is the whirring sound of the wind blowing across the grassland.

"We have to live well and live happily, shall we?" Jieyou smiled with tears in his eyes, stretched out his hand, and put his arms around Feng Shi's body, "Sister Yu, get better soon, okay? I still want to hear from you Telling the story of the Western Regions, seeing your warm smile, listening to your warm voice, you can't just leave me alone like this, you can't..."

The night wind was blowing, and the curtains were shaking slightly. Mo Yan, who was standing outside the tent, turned around with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the starry sky. His dark eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He called out in a deep voice, "Feng Shi..."

Chapter 9. Awakening

Wusun Kunmi finally had a son. Mrs. Zuo from the Huns was blessed by heaven to give birth to a son safely. Jun Xumi excitedly named her son Nimi and ordered the whole country to celebrate together.

When Mo Yan's report came to Chigu City, Jun Xumi ordered in an almost disgusted tone, "Madam You is an evil and charming person, Ben Kunmi will do as she pleases, and don't report this person again in the future!"

"promise!"

It didn't take a moment for Mrs. Zuo to know the news.

She smiled weakly, a contented smile floated on her face, and murmured: "What kind of gentleman, what about worry relief, you are doomed to be just passing by, and Jun Xumi can only have me as his wife!"

In the bedroom, Mrs. Zuo proudly took the health-preserving decoction presented by the female slave, drank a few sips, seemed to think of something, and said in a deep voice: "Find some people for this palace to keep an eye on those Han people on the grassland." , if there is any disturbance, report it quickly."

"promise."

The slave girl withdrew.

Madam Zuo turned her phoenix eyes slightly, and said to herself: "Liu Jieyou, you'd better stay obediently outside Chigu City for the rest of your life, otherwise, I guarantee that you won't survive three days."

At the same time, in Chigu City, Weng Guimi's mansion, he also received a handwritten letter from Mo Yan.

"That's good too..." Weng Guimi sighed, looking deeply at the direction of the Xiadu Grassland, frowning tightly, "Feng Shi, you'd better not get too close to Jieyou, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. "

"Come here!" Weng Guimi ordered suddenly.

"What is the master's order?"

Weng Guimi coldly ordered: "Find a few trustworthy experts to secretly protect Mrs. You in Xiadu, and report the situation of Mrs. You every day."

"promise!"

Weng Guimi watched the entourage leave, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and looked at the highest place in Chigu City from the small window - the palace!

"If I were you, I would never let her be outside Chigu City." The voice was hoarse, full of unwillingness, "One day, I will let Chigu City go up and down, and welcome Jieyou into my Wusun!"

Three days later, Jun Xumi's Wang Ling arrived at the Xiadu Grassland, and Jieyou finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The grassland is vast and lush, between the heaven and the earth, there is suddenly a trace of heaviness and depression, Jieyou raises his face, and finally has a moment of comfort and peace of mind.

The other palace people who married together with Jieyou were full of gloom.

Jieyou is a married princess, but she can't enter Chigu City, that is to say, from the day of her wedding, Jieyou is the cold palace woman of Wusun Kunmi's army. They will live outside Chigu City for the rest of their lives, useless.

As far as the imperial court is concerned, if a married princess is useless, it is not worth paying attention to. Those who marry into the depths of the desert with the princess will be as cheap as ants, and no one will care about their life or death. Their food and clothing costs.In order to survive, they may become domestic slaves, house servants of Wusun nobles, or even lowly slaves selected by people in the market. They don't know how the next master will treat them.

A thick yin cloud spread between the Han family and the pro-team in an instant. Everyone looked at Jieyou with anger and despair, like a sharp knife, which made people feel cold.

Mo Yan clearly felt the change in the atmosphere, and he also clearly understood that if he was not still here today, these people would have rushed to scold Jieyou, and if the still sleepy stupid woman knew that things had turned out like this, she would Wouldn't it be because you were worried that the princess would not take a good rest?

Putting down the curtain, Jieyou avoided those piercing gazes for a moment, turned around and looked at Feng Shi who was unconscious on the bed, a reassuring smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She walked to the side of the bed, sat down, stretched out her hand, stroked Feng Shi's cheek gently, wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead, and called softly, "Sister Shi..."

His eyes lingered on Feng Shi's gentle face, Jieyou smiled, and his fingers slid from Feng Shi's forehead along the bridge of his nose to Feng Shi's lips, "Lenggong is actually not bitter at all, because I know, sister Shi, you will always be by my side. Me, all the time, all the time." Frowning slightly, Jie You leaned down, gently rubbing Feng Shi's forehead, "Just, Sister Yu, when will you wake up?" Stretched out his hand, Jie You shook Holding Feng Shi's hand, fingers slipped along the intersecting fingers, ten fingers clasped tightly, as firm as before, "I will wait for you, wait for you to wake up, and stay together in this cold palace together."

With a slight smile, Jieyou's eyes and eyebrows are full of longing for the future, the world is vast, no matter how hard it is, as long as Feng Shi is by his side, what is there to be afraid of?

"Everything is ready for worship."

The voice of the palace maid from outside the tent was so indifferent, even faintly filled with resentment.

Jieyou just stood up straight with a smile, and said, "Got it, go down."

There is not even a "nuo", and the only thing left by the maid to relieve her worries is a series of whirling sounds of stepping on the green grass to leave.

Jieyou shook her head, raised the curtain, and walked out calmly. Today is her third pilgrimage to the sky.Perhaps everyone thought that she was piously repenting, but only she knew that she was making a wish, hoping that such piousness would be rewarded with heaven's favor, so that she and Feng Shi could spend a lifetime together peacefully.

Mo Yan looked at Jieyou from a distance and knelt down indifferently, bowed to the sky once, twice, and three times, and then straightened his waist, praying devoutly, he had to admit that in the past few days, the weak Han princess has been less and less. A little weaker than before, but a little more open-minded and cheerful.