After Yan Shuangchi finished drinking the meat porridge, he left with Elder Lan, who arranged a separate tent for him to rest.
Alang was still unconscious. Qule changed out of her sacrificial dress and took a hot bath. She dried her hair, lay down on another bed wearing a thin middle coat, covered herself with a quilt, rolled around, and closed her eyes.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Qu Le didn't wake up until dawn the next day. She got up to change her clothes. Halfway through taking off her clothes, she suddenly stopped. She always felt that someone was looking at her from behind. She turned around and realized that A Lang had woken up at some time.
Yes, he was looking at her quietly with his eyes open.
After swiping the floor, Qule pulled up the collar with force and gave him a big white eye: "Why didn't you say a word when you woke up?"
Alang didn't understand and looked confused.
Qu Le turned around and walked inside, then turned around and closed the curtain to block A Lang's gaze. She quickly stripped herself naked and opened the box that Elder Lan specially sent to her early this morning. It was filled with a box full of clothes in different colors.
Most of them are white. As for the sacrificial dress she wore yesterday, it has been cleaned. Elder Lan said that the dress is very important and must be kept carefully. He also said that she is now from southern Xinjiang.
The saint can no longer walk around wearing Han clothes. From now on, all the clothes and jewelry she wears will be arranged by Elder Lan.
Qu Le took out a silver-white long skirt with a round neck and waist. She touched the fabric and found that it felt unexpectedly smooth and felt cool on her body. She turned around in the mirror and felt that it looked pretty good.
She doesn't speak or move around, and she does have a bit of the noble style of a saint. However, this dress is beautiful, but unfortunately it gets dirty easily, which is really inconvenient.
Qu Le looked around and took out a black coat from the box. She put the coat over her skirt. The length was just right, perfect!
She popped out from behind the curtain, put on a particularly noble and cool look in front of A Lang, and asked, "Do you think I look like a goddess now?"
"I think you look like a crazy woman now!" Yan Shuangchi walked in from the outside. He glanced at Qu Yue who was making a beautiful appearance and snorted coldly, "With your virtue, you really ruined such a good dress.
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Qule now really wants to take off her shoes and take a picture of his old face!
No, she is a saint now, she wants to be noble and cool, she cannot be as knowledgeable as this old immortal thing! Taking a deep breath, Qu Le suppressed the anger in her heart, raised her chin and said disdainfully: "You are jealous!
"
"What can I be jealous of you for?"
"You are jealous that I am younger than you," Qu Le touched her smooth face, "Look at the wrinkles on your face. If Sang Yue sees you later, she will probably be so frightened by you that she will turn around and run away immediately.
"
Ever since he walked out of the forbidden area, Yan Shuangchi has been worried about his age. Before going to bed last night, he faced the water and looked at his reflection. There were so many wrinkles on his face that he really couldn't see them at all.
There are traces of being the most beautiful man in southern Xinjiang, and she doesn't know if Sang Yue will be disappointed or scared when she sees him like this...
Today he came to see Qule just after breakfast, and it was also for this matter. He was timid about being close to home, and he was very worried about whether he was qualified enough to be with Sang Yue now.
When he was most frightened, Qu Le's unintentional words directly pierced his heart. He was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his fur immediately exploded. His old face turned red and he stared fiercely.
Qu Le retorted loudly: "I call this the accumulation of time! This is a sign of rich life experience! You are a young girl with yellow hair, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"
"Hey, you hit the nail on the head and got angry!" Qu Le smiled triumphantly, "Are you secretly worried that Sang Yue won't want you? Just admit it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, even if you don't have a handsome appearance
He has a strong body and wrinkles that represent his life experience, hahaha!"
Yan Shuangchi was so angry that her beard stood up: "You... don't be proud! When Sang Yue sees me later, she will be very happy! She will not be as superficial as you!"
"Then let's bet," Qu Le chuckled, "You don't dare to bet, right?"
"Fart! What's wrong with me? Just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Yan Shuangchi sat down on the carpet with his nostrils in the sky, "Hurry up and pack up and take me to see Sang Yue! I'll let you go today.
You know what the inner charm is!"
He had not agreed to the bet in the forbidden area before, but now he agreed angrily. He is really an impulsive old man! Qu Le couldn't help but burst into laughter, and Yan Shuangchi glared at her again.
Qu Le didn't know how to comb her hair into a bun, so she braided her hair into a big braid hanging down the back of her head. Yan Shuangchi thought she was too unkempt, so he found a silver-white silk scarf for her and let her hang it loosely on her shoulders.
She wrapped her hair with the ground, exposing only half of her face. In addition, she hung several gold chains around her neck and waist, and she also wore gold bracelets and crystal strings on her wrists and ankles. If she moved a little, she could hear a tinkling sound.
A crisp sound.
Qu Le feels that she looks like a nouveau riche now, exuding a charming tycoon temperament. She can only express this in three words... It's so cool!
Yan Shuang glanced at the black outer garment she was wearing. She tried to endure it again and again, but she still couldn't hold it back and blurted out: "What a crazy thing you're wearing outside? You look like a little widow going to a funeral!"
Little widow? Have you ever seen such a noble and cool little widow? Even if she is a little widow, she is still a rich little widow who wears rich money and is better than the nouveau riche! Humph! Qu Le twisted her head and decided to ignore this vicious tongue.
The smelly old man had an attack. When she saw A Lang getting up, she walked over to see how his wound was healing: "You are recovering well. I will prescribe you two more medicines later and you will be completely healed in a few months."
"
It would take less than a year and a half for an ordinary person to recover from an injury as serious as his, but it would be much faster if it were placed on him. Qu Le thought that it might be the Baihua Gu at work. This is the legend.
Let's put it to death and survive.
She helped Alang get out of bed and get dressed, help him comb his hair, wash his face and rinse his mouth.
He was very obedient at her mercy. When she asked him to raise his hands, he raised his hands. When she asked him to open his mouth, he opened his mouth. He was very obedient.
Yan Shuangchi saw this scene and kept smacking her tongue: "Girl, this guy is a treasure you dug out from somewhere. He is so obedient and obedient. Tell me where that place is. I will dig up two of them later and raise them."
Play."
"Go away, you think you're just digging cabbage, you can dig it if you want?" Qu Le spat at him angrily, "Also, he's not called 'this guy', he has a name, his name is Qu Lang, you can
Call him Alang."
Hearing his name, Alang lowered his head and looked at her, and softly shouted: "Ah, Lang."
Qule patted his head as he leaned in front of her: "Well, your name is Alang."
Alang smiled, and his already handsome facial features were made even more charming by this smile. Qule was shocked a little, thinking that his expression was becoming more and more natural and rich, well, this is a good sign.
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Breakfast was hot milk tea, boiled eggs and big meat buns, and the three of them feasted around the table.
After eating and drinking, Qu Le said to Yan Shuangchi: "You stay here with A Lang, and I will help you find Sang Yue. If I find her, I will bring her to see you."
Yan Shuangchi is too old and it is difficult to move around. Qu Le doesn't want to take him around. It would be bad if he accidentally bumps into him somewhere. He is too arrogant and will not accept old age even if he dies.
Qu Le said it was inconvenient to take him with him, and he would definitely jump in anger. It just so happened that A Lang's injury was not healed yet and he needed to stay here to rest, so Yan Shuangchi stayed to take care of him, killing two birds with one stone.
She must give herself credit for her wit.
Yan Shuangchi snorted: "Then you go and come back quickly. If I don't see you before dark, I won't care about your little lover!"
"What little lover? Don't talk nonsense, he is my friend," Qu Le grabbed a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth, telling him to shut up and stop talking nonsense. She stood up and touched A Lang
with her head, making gestures, telling him to stay at home and wait for her to come back.
Seeing her ridiculous appearance of dancing, Yan Shuangchi couldn't help but ask: "Isn't his ear not working well?"
"No, his hearing is normal, but he can't speak, and he can't understand human speech," Qu Le briefly told Alang's origins.
After learning that he grew up among wolves, Yan Shuangchi couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in surprise: "This is so amazing! To be able to coexist peacefully with wolves and grow to such a big and healthy size is simply amazing.
A gift from the gods!”
"He is a human being after all. I hope he can return to living among the crowd. I will have to find a teacher for him later and teach him how to read and speak. I won't say any more. It's getting late. I'll leave first. I'll leave Alang to him temporarily.
You took care of it," Qule turned and walked out of the tent.
"Lord Ale, good morning!"
"Master Ale is so beautiful today!"
"I didn't expect to see Master Ale when I left home. I'm so lucky today!"
As Qu Le walked, she listened to the warm greetings of the tribesmen. When each of them saw her, they would lean forward slightly, put their right hand on their left chest, and salute respectfully. This feeling of being noticed is quite good.
What's new is that Qu Le will take the initiative to stop and nod and smile at anyone who greets her.
Until her face almost froze with laughter, and the freshness in her heart had long since disappeared, she simply put away her smile, quickened her pace and walked quickly. Whenever she encountered someone saluting, she would walk over without looking away.
"Look, that's our saint Ale! How noble she looks!"
"Master A Le's back is so dignified and beautiful! Just like the white lotus on the snow-capped mountains, it is sacred and inviolable!"
Qu Le heard the discussion coming from behind, and her mind was filled with black lines. This was the first time she heard someone compare her to a white lotus. She imagined herself standing on the top of a snow mountain like a bear waving in the wind, and she immediately got excited.
She shuddered, thinking that people from southern Xinjiang are really powerful at brainstorming, so she should be more careful in the future.
Arriving in front of Sang Yue's tent, Qu Le stood outside and shouted: "Sang Yue, are you there?"
It was quiet inside the tent, no one responded. (To be continued)