"But they are foreigners." Old man Rong is still struggling with the issue of bloodline.

"What's wrong with foreign tribes? Isn't it the same tribe after giving birth? I'm not like this, I'll take the lead first, I'll marry one, and treat the rest as rewards. Whoever makes meritorious service in the future will give you the reward. If you don't want to, kill the woman in front of me, I won't believe it. The ocean horse can't go out, I'll choose a favorite one by myself." Hong Tao really has no confidence, nor does he have the patience to convince Old Man Rong on this issue. This difficulty is higher than defeating the Mongols. All he can do is set an example and let them see that marrying a foreign woman is not a terrible thing. He should have children and live a life.

"Metini comes here, please help me ask them if there is any princess in trouble. I want to rescue her from the sea of ​​suffering." Old man Rong who was still sucking teeth, Hong Tao ran to the yard where the Persian female slaves were imprisoned. As soon as he showed up, he was seen by a female slave. Then the yard was dancing, and the girl playing was all in the room and disappeared. Hong Tao was very depressed. He was very nice to them. Why did he see himself like the plague god?

"Princess, there are indeed people raised in the palace among them, but I promise Allah that there is no princess." Metini has now become Cixi's deputy. Two guys with no humanity and character are quite in love. One is responsible for managing male slaves and the other is responsible for managing female slaves, and division of labor and cooperation.

"Why am I so unlucky? Why can anyone meet a princess when others come here? There are no nobles." Hong Tao was very unwilling. The woman he saved must at least be a princess. This is what it is written in literary works and movies and TV.

"If adults want it, I'll ask them to help you find it next time. It should be possible." Matini looked at Hong Tao's blue face and started to sweat again. In fact, he knew very well that these female slaves were arrested in the war, and they were trained as dancers since childhood. They could not have too high origins. Women from a noble family were caught and redeemed with ransom. If you don't have money to redeem them, then you're not a noble person.

"Fuck with me, I want to choose someone as my wife. Please help me ask them if they are happy." Hong Tao was very unhappy and entered the yard with his hands behind his back. McTini jogged all the way to the front, pushed open a door, and yelled. When Hong Tao walked to the door, the women in the room had already stood in a row, but without the gorgeous outfits, they looked like prisoners.

After walking three rooms in a row, seeing twenty female slaves, Hong Tao selected two Byzantine female slaves. They were actually white people in Eastern Europe, the Balkans, Yugoslavia, Romania, Bulgaria, and Greece in later generations, all places where beautiful women were born, at least not too ugly. The reason I chose them was because they were both good at speaking Latin, which means that they were educated and could communicate with them normally. They were always easier to get along with than those women who spoke Persian. Why choose two? Because Hong Tao didn't want to be a role model for others by himself, he wanted to take Karl to suffer together. The master was worried and the servant helped him share his worries. It was very reasonable.

"It's not reasonable. I have a wife and I'm a Catholic." Carl obviously didn't plan to share the worries of his master.

"Catholics can cut off their little jj. If you can't go home, you'll be nothing. You're still rowing for the Arabs. Maybe you're exhausted so now you're the groom. A noble knight from the Holy Roman Empire, marrying a woman from the Byzantine Empire. Hahahaha, this symbolizes the beautiful future of the Roman Empire, and it's likely to restore its previous strength. Shouldn't you feel honored? There's no more, you see, I'll hold a wedding with you, and it's still according to

The customs and traditions of our Han people do not allow marriage to foreign women. I can abandon my personal concepts. Are you more noble than me and anyone who is nobler than me is my enemy? You choose it yourself, and you need a crossbow or a wife." Old man Rong Hong Tao said he was dissatisfied. If even a Carl said he was dissatisfied, then he was a time traveler. Whether it was a coercion or a temptation, it was just a sentence. You had no choice, you had to marry even if you were willing, and you had to marry even if you were unhappy.

Can Carl resist? Obviously not, because he is not the protagonist of the book. If he resists, then the book should be called Carl Wandering. So he must and can only hold a simple wedding with Hong Tao that is neither Western nor in line with the tradition of the Song people. The groom was wearing short-sleeved shorts, Sina was wearing a gauze wedding dress, and Old Man Rong was the witness of the marriage. There were neither the male relatives nor the family members. Only Cixi led a slave band to howl a song that rehearsed for a few days, and the moon was full, even if the ceremony was done.

Hong Tao had another second wife named Pocheksenia, and Karl also had a new wife named Saromia. In fact, these were their surnames, but their names were too long and the people in the camp could not remember them. So Hong Tao took the initiative, and Pocheksenia's surname was Sei, and was named Senya; Saromia's surname was Mi, and it was enough to bury the original name deeply in their hearts. It was a very problematic whether they could return to their hometown on the Black Sea coast of Bulgaria in this life.

The people in the camp responded very casually to Hong Tao's marriage to the second wife. It was not that they thought Hong Tao should marry the second wife, but that they looked down on the wife Hong Tao married. No one was just a slave to attract any attention from everyone, and even Bofu and Bozhu had no objection. As long as Bozhu was still Hong Tao's wife or a big wife, taking an outdoor room was not a big fuss in the literati class of the Song Dynasty. Even in Guangzhou, they were all openly. In their eyes, Hong Tao was a literati class, and who told him to read and read and read anything.

Bo Zhu did not say that Hong Tao could bring Senia home openly. He was still not used to distinguishing women at home with the right and second place. He might as well use his previous life to live separately. Build a small house for Senia alone near his home, so he should not interfere with anyone. He is invisible and has his own life. For him, he doesn't have to divide it into one, three, five, two, four, and six. He will go to anyone wherever he wants to go later.

Senya is only 19 years old this year. She is an orphan. She grew up in a monastery. She was a young nun. The Persian warships broke through the city and captured them all, and trained them as dancers. Later, she was sold to Arab merchants as prisoners of war. Now she was sold to Hong Tao. Her understanding of the world was narrower, only a little bit by Byzantine. Later, she knew Persia and Arabia, but not very clear. As for where the Song Dynasty was, she had no idea. She didn't feel anything miserable about marrying a lord. She was quite happy to be a dancer for the rich or the palace.

She felt that her destination should be the best. But she was more afraid of Hong Tao, because in order to scare them to obey, the bastard, who had already described Hong Tao as a bloodthirsty tyrant. He had to kill ten slaves to vent his anger after eating a fish. So on the wedding night, the young nun was always careful and did not dare to shout in pain. Not only did he dare not shout, but he also had to smile, for fear that he would be chopped off by the Great Demon King Hong Tao. Hong Tao was a little confused. He thought that Senia had been violated by several slave traders, and he kept complaining that he should marry Mia. They were both from the same monastery.

"You will be the master in the future. Metini will be the slave. I will ask you for a whip tomorrow. You will whip him to take revenge. It's so hateful to dare to ruin my reputation behind my back." It was not until the morning when Hong Tao saw the blood on the bed and asked the whole story clearly. Only then did he realize that he had been used by Metini's backless thing as a big horse monkey who scared the child.

"Will the master beheaded?" Senya was still struggling with this question. The more Hong Tao smiled at her, the more terrifying she felt.

"That depends on what you know. I don't like useless people. Tell me what you can do." Hong Tao had actually thought about her future. After she learned Chinese almost the same, she would go to school to be a Latin teacher, and then introduce things like Catholicism to children. It is not to let the children believe in religion, but to let the children know that there is such a sect in the world, and understand it clearly, and it will be even less likely to be deceived when they encounter it in the future.

"I can dance." Senya hurried in Hong Tao's arms and stretched out a finger.

"This doesn't count. I can only dance alone in the future." Hong Tao felt that he enjoyed the hand-holding process last night. Although Senia was the first time, European women had a strong physique and could satisfy themselves. In this way, it would be impossible to hold hands when they woke up in the morning, so the conversation turned into foreplay. While teasing the little nun, he stretched his hand from behind Senia and the people of God were developing very well.

"I can still sing poems." Senya also felt Hong Tao's claws, but she didn't dare to stop her. She had to raise her arms to make it easier for Hong Tao to succeed.

"Not many people can understand what you sing except me, probably I can't understand either. I will change it." Hong Tao rejected her second specialty.

"I know how to draw." Senia knows a lot of things. In medieval Europe, oil painting was still a prototype. It seems that she was also a diligent girl in the monastery.

"Can you ride a horse?" Hong Tao no longer had the time to listen to what she could do. What he wanted to know more about now was her body.

"I can learn" Senya obviously didn't understand what Hong Tao meant.

"Okay, I'll teach you right away. Hehehe, don't refuse. There is no better jockey than me, come on." Hong Tao smiled and pulled Senya's body over, then hugged her and sat up, letting her sit on her lap. To be continued.

ps:ps:Thanks to kingsgirl book friend Piaohong for support
Chapter completed!