When they returned to the camp, the people in the camp had already made a fire, and the big iron pot on the fire was already hot, and it was just when Yeluhonki returned from the hunt that they immediately slaughtered the food they had hunted.

Yeluhongki dragged the bull he had hunted to show to the people, and they did not hesitate to cheer for their emperor.

Once again, Yeluhonki bowed to the rising sun, and said something like thanksgiving to Heaven for his gift.

Yang Huairen really couldn't fit into the cheers of the Khitan people no matter what, if it weren't for the heavy responsibility on his side, he really didn't want to stay here and watch the Khitan people celebrate for the slaughter.

Yelu Bawotai urged Yang Huairen to hurry back and change into his dress, and a marriage ceremony would be held for him and Princess Anguo later.

After Yang Huairen thanked Yelu Bawotai, he walked in the direction of his tent, and the more he walked, the more he felt strange in his heart, what happened today?

It felt as if everyone had changed people, and Yeluhongki was less like the emperor who was on the throne, but more like a nomadic and hunter-hunter, hunting for his people to get plenty of food.

Yelu Bawotai also felt weird, if it was good for Yang Huairen because Yang Huairen was about to become his uncle, then when Yelu Yanxi and Xiao Sabi were in a bad relationship, he was still so calm and composed, as if these things had nothing to do with him, which made Yang Huairen suspicious.

Didn't Jelu Bawotai always have his heart set on Yelu Yanxi?

Now that Yelu Yanxi is in power, he should be very happy to help Yelu Yanxi fall Xiao Sabi, but what he behaves seems to be too neutral, some things seem to be normal, but he has a faint temperament that controls the situation.

Yang Huairen suddenly felt a burst of cold sweat on his spine, could it be that Yelu Bawotai had something else to think?

Yang Huairen combined with the strange words that the strange ghost sister said last night, and he became more and more unable to figure it out.

Could it be that Sister Ghost got some information from Yelu Bawotai, she wasn't sure, but she felt that there was something different, and things would develop in the opposite direction as Yang Huairen expected, so she suddenly appeared last night and kindly reminded him?

There is such a possibility, but Yang Huairen feels that Sister Ghost's words seem to have other meanings, but in a hurry, he has no way to think it through carefully.

But Yang Huairen thought about it, whether it was Xiao Sabi or Yelu Bawotai, any of them wanted to cause trouble, for Yang Huairen, as long as the purpose of his trip could be achieved, he didn't mind that things would exceed his expectations.

Although if such a thing really happened, it would make Yang Huairen feel that he was still not smart enough to calculate everything and everyone, but Yang Huairen could still accept it, he was not a scheming person in the first place, he could do his best to do it now, as for the result, we will know later.

After returning to the tent and changing into his dress, Yang Huairen explained to his brothers again, telling everyone to be calm, no matter what happened later, as long as our brothers were safe and sound.

As the sun rose, the smell of boiled beef filled the camp.

In the middle of the camp was a circular area surrounded by tents, and in the middle was a cauldron with hundreds of mouths, and Yelu Hongji sat in the south and facing north, and also changed into a dress and sat under the largest tent.

To his left and right were Khitans in ceremonial robes, as well as a number of important Han Chinese officials, and below him were the envoys of various countries who had been invited to participate in the bowl festival.

Because Yang Huairen was about to become the golden sword and horse of the princess of Anguo, the place arranged for him and his people was the first place on the right side of Yelu Hongji, and next to it was the seat of the king of the Southern Courtyard.

When the people were almost here, Yelu Hongji waved his hand, and a huge trombone sound suddenly sounded on the periphery.

This kind of voice Yang Huairen is very familiar with, when he fought with the Western Xia in Huanzhou, when the Western Xia army attacked, it was this kind of horn that was sounded.

Listening to hundreds of horns blowing at the same time for the first time at close range, Yang Huairen felt really shocked, and the low horn sound shook the earth, as if every inch of land trembled.

At the sound of the horn, the Khitan people had solemn expressions, as if a solemn moment was coming.

The horn sounded for a while before it came to an abrupt end, and at that moment Yang Huairen felt that his ears were still buzzing, and his soul was about to be shocked and leave his body.

When the trumpets stopped, the Khitans erupted in cheers, and from the other end of the field opposite Yeluhongji, suddenly there was a pleasant sound of horse-head fiddles.

The sound was melodious and tactful, and the sense of rhythm was also very strong, so that the bodies of everyone present seemed to follow the rhythm, and the musicians walked into the middle of the venue, naturally divided into two teams, arching the middle into a corridor.

Immediately after that, a group of costumed Khitan girls danced with light steps, and not only that, but they also held a flower basket on their arms, which contained all kinds of wildflowers they had just collected from around the camp.

They carried the traditional Khitan dance into the arena, and scattered the wild flowers in the flower baskets on the road arched by the musicians while walking, and the colorful petals scattered from their jade fingers, flying in the air and falling slowly, the scene was very beautiful, so that Yang Huairen had to sigh, even if it was a brutal nation, there was a beautiful and gentle side.

Soon, the road was sprinkled with flowers and petals, like a beautiful carpet.

The music played by the musicians also changed suddenly, from the initial cheerfulness to a kind of gentleness, and the tone gradually became high, giving people a sense of solemnity and happiness.

Immediately afterwards, Princess Anguo, dressed in a gorgeous dress, appeared, and dozens of beautiful Khitan girls surrounded her and walked up the road paved with flowers.

She walked lightly, her red robe showed her delicate figure, and her head was covered with jewels of various colors, the most conspicuous of which was a gold phoenix headdress, like a phoenix flying high with wings, shining in the sunlight.

Perhaps the Khitan girl did not need to wear a red headscarf when she got married, but instead a thin veil, although it covered her entire face, it still looked like it could not stop her delicate face, and at the same time added a sense of mystery.

Sister Ghost walked forward slowly, without squinting, everyone present began to marvel at her beautiful face and luxurious posture, even Yang Huairen, who had seen a lot of beauties, was stupid, and for a while he only had a wry smile in his heart, he really never thought that Sister Ghost was so wonderful, and when she dressed up seriously, she really looked like a goddess......