After thinking about it, a three-year-old child definitely couldn't explain everything clearly, so she wrinkled her face and turned red, "I was playing in front of my house. It snowed heavily today. My mother said I can go out."
After playing for a while, the uncle came and caught me. He threw me on the carriage and I was here when I woke up."
"Then are you Han?" One sentence instantly brought the slightly relaxed atmosphere in the tent to freezing point, and a silence spread.
This question is very well asked. Now the Mongols and the Han are at odds with each other, and the fight is fierce. It can be said that the Mongols are the enemies of all Han people, and the Han people are the prey of the Mongols. The reason why they are said to be prey is because everyone
When the Mongols invaded, the Han people lost more and won less. After entering the city, the Mongols committed murder everywhere, and the Han people could hardly even defend themselves, let alone attack the Mongols.
Arnold pondered for a while, and it seemed that this question was difficult to answer. If he said that he was a Han, then he would obviously become their prey. If he said that he was not a Han, he would not be able to answer it because he was dressed as a Han and could not understand Mongolian.
Speaking Mongolian, are there such Mongolians?
"Is it difficult to answer?" The little boy began to doubt when he saw her troubled expression. Is this really a three-year-old baby?
Arnold gritted his teeth and said, "I am Han, my father is Han, my mother is Han, and those born from Han are naturally Han." She looked angry, her little face turned red from anger, and her eyes were straight.
He stared at the boy in front of him, praying constantly in his heart that he would never be killed as a suspicious person.
"Are you angry?" The boy stretched out his hand and pinched her face. His beautiful face showed an excited expression, and his light brown eyes were burning with fire.
She is angry. After all, girl, I have lived for more than 20 years in my two lifetimes, and now I am here playing tricks with you, a little brat. The most hateful thing is that I am so scared that I can’t win. After all, is this girl, me?
Is your IQ too low or is your IQ too high?
"Fifth brother, has Arnold given you any trouble?" A voice came in from outside the tent accompanied by a figure, accompanied by a gust of cold wind.
Arnold looked up and saw the white snow on Zhenjin's body turning into water drops and disappearing. Although she didn't like the trafficker who kidnapped her very much, she couldn't stand facing a suspicious little kid. So,
She pretended to be surprised and stretched out her hand towards Zhenjin, her dark eyes full of expectation and shouted: "Uncle, hug."
A smile as warm and beautiful as a warm spring day appeared on Zhenjin's face, and his dark brown eyes were full of joy. He walked quickly to Arnold and stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms. This little girl was not just
Don't you still hate him so much? I didn't expect that just now, I started to cling to him. "Arnold, be good." He hugged her with one hand and pinched her cheek with the other.
Arnold's little nose turned red and tears fell down. He pointed at the little boy and cried: "Uncle, my brother bullied Arnold."
The little boy's originally smiling face was stunned for an instant, and his smile fell to the ground like broken glass. Did he bully her? He didn't seem to have! This little girl actually framed him so blatantly, damn it...