Chapter eight hundred and sixty fourth horse whip waving the beauty
Chapter 864: The horse whip whips up the beauty
Early the next morning, Xu Qing, at the instruction of his father, asked all members of the Golden Eyes Gang to put on Mongolian festival costumes, and each of them was matched with a Mongolian horse. However, no one in this team was wearing
Red clothes and trousers, including underpants, as the saying goes, take precautions before they happen, try not to violate old man Merlin's taboo
The little wolf cub's appetite skyrocketed after he opened his eyes. He could eat more than twice his body weight in a day. He ate more and pooped less. He didn't even know how he digested it.
Xu Qing was wearing a navy blue robe. He did not pull out half of his sleeves and put it on like others, because he was still wearing a combat uniform without a belt. The defense of this clothing was no worse than armor. Wearing it on his body would ensure he was prepared.
Ahig did not have Xu Qing and others with him for the time being. He was riding in a luxurious four-horse carriage. In such a quarter-hour journey, there was no one walking. It made people feel like driving a sports car to the opposite side of the street.
feeling
Today, the joy of the men, women, old and young in the royal city is written on their faces. They go out one by one in festive costumes. There is only one thing for everyone to do, to sacrifice to Aobao. Xu Qing looks at the smiling people on the street and feels in his heart
A very strange idea suddenly occurred to me. It turns out that it’s not just the Chinese who like to join in the fun, it’s the same for everyone.
Naturally, King Khan's chariots and horses enjoyed absolute privileges. All the pedestrians and horses passing by consciously retreated to both sides of the road to salute. Many people even came forward holding khatas and bowed their heads to offer them to King Khan.
The ten-minute journey took a full two hours, and there were thousands of hadas on the carriage. It was such a warm welcome that it was difficult to refuse.
Xu Qing finally understood how respected his father's status was in the royal city. No matter men, women, old or young, they would bend down and salute. Even babies in their swaddling clothes would have their heads pressed and nudged, and some of them would inevitably burst into tears.
Finally, we arrived at the place where the cat was killed and the belt bomb was thrown last night. The originally messy ground had been tidied up in advance, and no one even mentioned the big commotion last night. This is the energy of the royal family.
In the royal city, the surname Chahara represents power. Even if it is said that a yak farted last night, most people will choose to believe it.
The 'mani pole' on which Catwoman's head is hung has long been cleaned up, and the Fengmalu flag, a whole cow, a whole sheep, and a whole camel have also been hung, which can be regarded as the standard tribute of the three animals.
In addition to these red foods, there are also various white foods, including several large baskets of refined flour steamed buns. The difference is that the Chahara royal family did not invite lamas to sacrifice Aobao, but shamans. They are the ones who are praised.
He is the person closest to God, or the servant of God, but Xu Qing did not see the holy shaman Gada Merlin, wondering where the old man was looking for those men wearing red underpants.
Fifty meters north and south of Aobao, there is a nearly five-meter long table and a row of high-backed chairs covered with sheepskin. These are the seats of the Khan and his princes and nobles. Two elders in festive costumes stand out.
The two of us here don't seem to be in good spirits. They have two obvious dark circles under their eyes. Either they have lost their kidneys or they haven't slept well. Also here are the mixed-race female Bova and the second-generation Gothel.
Seeing the shadow of Chaharawushu, as the eldest brother of King Khan who stayed in the royal city, it seemed a little strange that he didn't show up.
Asig got off the carriage, smiled and waved to the tribesmen around him. He didn't seem to care whether Wu Shu came or not. With a modest smile on his face, he slowly walked to the chair in the center and sat down.
Xu Qing and the Jintong Gang stood together with the Khan King's guards, but they didn't need to be beaten like sticks. They could sit on the ground like many Mongolians. Anyway, their clothes and pants were from others, so they didn't mind sitting down.
earth,
The two shamans wearing feather headdresses in front of Aobao were dancing and humming. I don’t know what they were talking about. These are the masters of dancing inherited from ancient times. If they were in China, these shamans would most likely be imprisoned in Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital.
Study further until you become a complete neurotic
The members of the Golden Tong Gang can be regarded as modern people full of urban atmosphere. The best thing to do to kill time is to take out the mobile phone and press it for a while. Anyone who has downloaded the e-book and educational film can watch it.
It's so much fun, even playing poker and listening to music is much more interesting than watching those shamans dancing.
In fact, it is not just the Jintong Gang who are playing with mobile phones, even the younger generation of Mongolians are still playing with grins, and a few young people even come up with a good thing called "Hold a Day Grid" to play with
It's really cool, this thing is definitely not a "hug the grid", but a kind of chess played by two people, commonly known as deer chess. This kind of chess piece only has two kinds of animals, deer and dog. The deer jumps and the dog surrounds it.
also enjoy it
There is a band on both sides of the royal family's seats. The instruments in their hands are the most ethnically distinctive 'Morasou Flute' and 'Huobusi'. There are also a few players who play 'Among Hure', which looks very much like a harmonica.
A whistling urinating tune was played, and several musical instruments sounded melodious and pleasant together.
Xu Qing did not relax his vigilance because of the warm atmosphere of the sacrifice. He was like a vigilant cheetah, turning his head and looking around from time to time to catch potential dangers that might appear at any time. The sacrifice had already started for a long time, and Chahara Wushu had not yet appeared.
, this thing itself reveals an indescribable weirdness, at least he will not naively think that Wu Shu has corrected his evil ways and returned to his rightful ways.
A third of the way through the sacrifice, Xu Qing's attention was attracted by three horses running far away from the south. These three horses were all Mongolian ponies as black as ink satin, and there was nothing unusual about them except that their legs were slightly longer.
place, but a familiar figure sitting on the back of one of the horses made his eyes warm. It was a Mongolian girl wearing a white sheepskin waistcoat, with an orange gauze covering her face, and a pair of watery eyes that seemed to have some...
Puffy, who is it not Tana?
There is a middle-aged Mongolian man sitting on each of the other two black horses. In addition to the riding whip, they also have a lasso in their hands. The two of them sandwich the horse Tana is riding on the left and the right. It seems that as long as
If she behaves abnormally, these two guys will not hesitate to use the lasso on their hands to greet her.
Tana seemed unwilling to go any further. She pulled the reins and stopped a hundred meters away from the crowd of worshippers. A middle-aged man with a pot-covered head next to her immediately waved the whip in his hand, snap.
A whip struck the back of Tana's horse. The horse struggled in pain and ran forward again.
This scene in Xu Qing's eyes made him feel both happy and angry. He was happy to see Tana safe and sound, but angry that the turtle boy next to her actually dared to swing his whip at his woman. You're so numb, I'll slap you in the face.