Zhao Tingduo had never noticed that Abu talked so much. He was like a sparrow, chirping "chichi, chichi" all the way.
Abu suddenly saw the whip coming towards him and realized something was wrong. His fat body leaned back and lay flat on the horse's back, and the riding whip passed in front of him.
After being chased away by Zhao Tingduo, Abu no longer walked away slowly. He shouted:
"Young Master, I'm going back first." He pinched the horse's belly and ran forward like the wind.
He had been holding it back during the Wu Dynasty, fearing that he would make a mistake when he spoke, but he failed to hold it in.
Hearing Abu call out "Young Master", Zhao Tingduo's heart tightened, but when he turned around, he saw Song Liyun lagging far behind.
Ju Qingma was injured and retired. Normally nothing unusual was seen, but after entering the grassland and running fast for a few minutes, he lost speed. At this time, he was walking slowly and leisurely, and occasionally took a bite of grass to eat.
Song Liyun also looked around with admiration. The scenery here was completely different from that of Ruijin Town.
Zhao Tingduo turned the horse's head, dismounted, and walked to Song Liyun: "Yun'er, do you want to come down and take a walk?"
Song Liyun took off his hood, brushed the messy hair on his forehead, smiled and stretched out his hand naturally...
Bringing Song Liyun to the grassland was not only for the prosperity of the Wuda tribe, but also for Zhao Tingduo himself.
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 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 and have a noble daughter to match him.
Although Miss Song has good character and appearance, her status is low and it is difficult for her to join a wealthy family.
Moreover, she has a resolute personality. If the son takes her as a concubine, he may not get along with his mistress. Discord between wives and concubines is the source of chaos in the family.
I’m afraid Mrs. Wuya doesn’t want you to bring a Wu Dynasty woman back.”
When he heard these words, Zhao Tingduo simply couldn't describe his upset mood.
How could I entrust him with such an important matter at that time, and I also knew from Xiao An that it was Miss Song's birthday.
What was supposed to be the icing on the cake was disrupted by this self-righteous guy.
Concubine? Rich family?
Others only saw that Zhao Tingduo was the third son of Zhenbei Hou. What they didn't know was that this third son could not appear in public in the Wu Dynasty, and those noble ladies were out of reach.
You can make your own decisions about your own marriage. The Dilu tribe only has wives and no concubines, so the things that Jiang Feng is worried about will not happen at all.
If Jiang Feng hadn't pointed it out directly, Zhao Tingduo wouldn't have thought it through so thoroughly, and wouldn't have brought Song Liyun to the grassland right away.
He really likes Song Liyun.
When Zhao Tingduo had just come of age, the Marquis of Zhenbei was planning to choose a young lady from Hecheng to be his betrothed, but Mrs. Wu Ya refused and the two had a big quarrel and almost broke up.
But it was almost like a break. Mrs. Wu Ya said that since her son was ready to get married, he was an adult and would leave Xia Shi Pass with the tribe immediately.
The Marquis of Zhenbei had no choice but to make concessions.
The Marquis of Zhenbei agreed that Zhao Tingduo would choose the marriage, but he required that the girl must be from the Wu Dynasty with an innocent family background.
Mrs. Wu Ya also made a condition for her daughter-in-law: to get married, she must return to the grassland to live.
She did not want her son to be a swordsman for the Emperor of Wu Dynasty.
As for tribal marriage, I am not willing to do so either.
Although every wife will use slave cattle and sheep pasture as dowry.
It belongs to his wife too. What does it have to do with him? A real man will take care of it himself.
Such a marriage is easy, but not easy, and even more difficult to fall in love with.
In the vast sea of grass, two people led horses side by side. Inadvertently, the starry sky was dyed red little by little by the morning glow. The sun slowly pushed aside the morning fog, broke through the clouds, and the sunshine spread over the earth.
One after another tents appeared in the sunshine, and there was only a little smoke.
"Yun'er, ahead is the Dilu tribe."
As soon as Zhao Tingduo finished speaking, a dozen horses galloped over from the direction of the tent, cheering "haha".
Outside the yurt, an old woman on crutches, wearing a light brown trimmed robe with braids, a large round silver ornament on her head, and a string of wax honey beads around her neck came out with a smile.
"Mammy begging!" Zhao Tingduo shouted in surprise, dropped his horse and ran to the old woman and bent down to salute, "Why are you here, mama?"
The old woman touched his face and said lovingly: "Your mother-in-law said you were back, so I came over to take a look. Come over quickly, don't let the girl wait too long!"
Song Liyun saw that Zhao Tingduo had a close relationship with this woman, so he waited and let the two of them talk.
But after just one sentence, Zhao Tingduo helped the old woman towards him: "Li Yun, this is the beggar!"
Song Liyun hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed with her knees bent: "Hello, aunt!"
The old woman nodded with a smile and said in Wu Chao dialect: "Girl, it's been a hard journey. Come to the yurt for tea!"
Exquisite wooden bowls, snow-white yurts, and the smiling old lady in front of her, whose face turned red from the plateau due to the sun.
If it weren't for the wrong clothes she was wearing, Song Liyun would have felt like she was camping in a scenic spot before the end of the world.
Take a sip of fragrant and piping hot milk tea, and the hard work of riding a night will be reduced by half.
This milk tea... Song Liyun raised an eyebrow. It was the same as the one he drank at Baolinju. Could it be that Ah Shi brought it from here that night.
A trip from Broken Gold Town, no matter how fast, would take an entire night. No wonder he and Abu slept for a long time to catch up on sleep, just because he said "milkshake" at that time?
Thinking of this, she felt a little moved in her heart, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Tingduo with warmth.
Aunt Beggar kept looking at Song Liyun with a smile. When she saw her looking at her young master with tenderness, the smile in her eyes became even deeper.
Because she had eaten dry food on the way, Song Liyun was not hungry. After drinking tea, she was taken to the corner of the yurt by her grandmother.
"Girl, you haven't slept all night, so let's take a rest first. This place is not as good as your home, so we can only make do with it. I don't know if the girl can accept it?"
"Auntie, I also come from a farmer's family, and I can endure any hardship." Song Liyun looked at the things in the corner and said seriously.
The old woman smiled and nodded: "Good girl!"
In the corner, someone carefully separated the rest area with cowhide hanging from the roof of the yurt.
The wooden low couch was covered with layers of wool felt cushions, with new cotton cushions and fine silk quilts on top.
Are you worried that you can't get used to the smell of wool mattresses?
Song Liyun was a fool at this time, and he could also see that Zhao Ashi had an unusual relationship with this "Dilu tribe" that seemed too sophisticated.
These things should be specially prepared for yourself.
Song Liyun was a little unhappy and a little uneasy.
They all say that no merit is rewarded, and I received this care for no reason.
According to the previous agreement in Baolinju, I came to the grassland only to buy sheep and leather goods.
But now the people in this tribe are not only very respectful to Ah Shi, they are also extremely polite to themselves, making it seem like they are not here to discuss business, but rather as guests.
The herdsmen didn't come close, they just watched from a distance. How could they buy sheep?
There's a problem here!
I found that as long as I write about marriage, my favorites and subscriptions will be lost. Woohoo! Is it really too embarrassing? Can you guys give me some pointers? Unfortunately, I still write ancient romances. I’d better write less bloody plots in the future and just develop together.