Ahesule opened the curtain of the tent and looked at the direction of the western sunset. He likes to watch the clouds at sunset, watching the sun plated them with a layer of pale gold, and seeing the light between the clouds shining like gold. When the wind comes, the clouds will change. There are lions, tigers and dragons, and a large group of burning horses are galloping in the sky. There are red clouds behind them to catch them. Often looking at it, he laughed silently until the sun fell, and the grassland faded.

Qian Lun was busy with him, and a chain of woven rings of iron was attached to him, and he was covered with heavy sleeves on the outside, and finally the fox of the wind. After doing this, she checked up and down, and suddenly touched the child’s eyes. This is the clearest eye she has ever seen, reflecting the color of the setting sun, magnificent and serene.

She stopped her hand and stared at the little face, hesitated for a long time, gently went up and touched his face.

She put the white leopard tail on Azul’s wrist, tied it with a red silk rope, and hit a dead knot. Then he pulled his head toward himself and stared at his eyes: “The son, you want Remember, no matter what, you can’t solve this leopard tail. If someone wants to harm you, raise your hand and show it to him. Don’t solve it. Remember?”

Azul nodded and looked down on the ground.

He didn’t smile, and he looked at it. The child couldn’t help but think that everything in his heart was reflected in his eyes. Although he has been kept in a tent, but has reached this point, he should have been aware of the outside. The men who had to go to the battlefield last night were sitting in front of the fire and playing the Maqinqin. The songs of the bleak and bleak songs echoed around the night. How could this child not hear?

“Mum, is it because of me?” the child suddenly said.

He was shocked and grabbed his hand: “No, not because of you, the child is a good boy.”

“They said that the army of the Nine Kings is coming here,” Azul continued to bow his head. “I know, the Nine Kings are my uncles. They also said that many people who died are our Qingyang. The people killed…”

In the heart of Lun Lian, the child is so smart and too fragile that he can’t fit these heavy things, so how can he live long?

“The son of the world should not think about it,” he said, and he made a smile for him. “The things of the grown-ups have nothing to do with the world. The Maharaja of the Northern Capital and our Lord are all like the world.” Shizi is a good boy.”

Azul shook his head gently: “But I can’t do anything… I am a useless person.”

He began to stare out of the tent again. The vast camps were so ridiculous that there was no one walking around the tents, and there was no one to see a horse. The unmanned sheep squatted on the tent curtain, and the lion’s flag trembled weakly in the wind. Lun Lun did not know what to say, she pulled out the knife in the waist and polished it on the grindstone. The women are already wearing a knife and grinding the blade. The women in the real department are as strong as the men. When the enemy enters the camp, they cut their throats and humiliate them. The tent was filled with the monotonous sharpening of the singer, and Azul silently stared at the cold light on the blade and coughed a few times.

“Cold? The sky is going to be dark.” Yan Lun posted and went to close the curtain.

There was a sound of horses outside the tent. Yan Lun posted a bit strange, this time there should be no horse left in the camp. She saw it and saw that the thin, fluffy mare stood outside the tent, and the old woman with the gown in her waist was half-squatting and squeezing milk on the horse’s belly. She let go of her heart and went out. It was the mare that milked Azul. The child’s body was very poor. I had to drink a cup of fresh and warm horse milk before dinner.

“Zhe Gan, let me come.” Yan Lun posted behind the old woman. “You and others went to the tent to rest.”

“Let me squeeze the milk out, the Lord has a command to say, as long as I don’t die, let me remember to milk him.”

Zhe Gan’s voice was hoarse and weak, and he heard the coldness in his heart. She looked at Zhe Gan’s white hair and trembled on the brown old face, rubbing her hands with the milk of the horse, and the people who fell into the water licked the last straw. Zhe Gan was originally a very brisk woman. The milk produced by the family’s mare was the best, and the Lord would order Zhe Gan to give milk to the child every night.