Out of the tent, Zhen Mingku's patrol around, the first time he arrived, this is already a habit he has developed after many years of marching, mastering the terrain within a kilometer radius of the camp where he is stationed, and setting up a garrison, is the most basic marching criterion of the Dark Guard.

When he walked around the room with his team, under the moonlight, a petite figure crept into the room where the princess was preparing meals.

Zhen Mingku was slightly stunned, this time and the patrols of the personal guards were concentrated in front of the Zhang family and Feng Lun's tent, and there was no defense against the gang's room, I don't know who would sneak into it, except for some food, there was nothing to steal.

There is only one reason for stealing into the house, poisoning the food of the princess and relatives, and it cannot be ruled out that some Turkic people who intend to destroy the relatives make this kind of means of not entering the stream.

With this speculation in mind, he quietly followed.

Opened the curtain of the room, and when she walked in, a panicked figure was frightened, grabbed something and hid it in the corner, but unfortunately there was no place for her to hide in the room, so she could only curl up in a corner of the stove.

Zhen Mingbitter saw that her hair was unkempt, stained with grass clippings and horse manure and the like, and she was only wearing a silk cloth coat with a straw rope tied around her waist, which was obviously too thin in this cold plateau night, and the chest of the clothes was torn out of buttons, revealing a large piece of plump snow-white breasts, and it was vaguely visible that there were several scars bitten out by teeth on it, which had healed.

Her body shape, her facial features, and the delicate white skin on her chest all showed that she was not Turkic.

Perhaps it was taken captive from the Central Plains by the Turks.

She looked nervously nestled in the corner, curled up, holding a dusty pastry in her hand, with fear and pleading in her eyes, looking at Zhen Mingku, obviously afraid that Zhen Mingku found out that she was stealing something to eat.

She must have been beaten for stealing, which is why she was so afraid.

An inexplicable anger suddenly welled up in Zhen Mingku's heart, anger towards all the Turkic barbarians.

He tried to squeeze out a smile so as not to scare her, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm also here to steal something to eat, and you're hungry too, right?" This one is a little tasty, you are too dry and easy to choke. ”

With a smile on his face and showing his friendliness, he tiptoed to the stove, opened the pot, scooped a bowl of stewed mutton from it, squatted beside the stove, picked up a piece with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, smashed it and ate it.

"It smells so good."

She said, "No, you can't steal meat to eat, they will, they will beat you." ”

Her voice was clear, crisp and soft, with a bit of unique dialect flavor, perhaps it was Zhen Ming's sneaky appearance that made her think that he was her kind, and reminded him in a low voice that listening to her accent, she was not only Han, but also Luoyang.

He beckoned to her: "It's okay, they can't find it, bury the bones after eating in a while, no one knows, well, it's really fragrant, do you want to taste it?" ”

She stared at the steaming bowl of lamb in his hand and swallowed her saliva, and could see that she wanted to eat it very much, but it was only because she was afraid of being beaten that she stole the dusty pastry on the ground.

"If I don't come back, I won't be able to eat it by myself." Zhen Mingbitter seduced her.

She hesitated for a while, looked at the dry pastry in her hand again, and finally moved her steps, but she never dared to walk towards Zhen Mingku.

Zhen Mingku had no choice but to walk over by himself, squatted in the corner with her, picked a piece of moderately fat, fragrant and refreshing mutton from the bowl, and brought it to her mouth.

The aroma of mutton made her swallow her saliva, her small mouth opened slightly, biting, and she secretly glanced at Zhen Mingku, a little embarrassed, turned her body away, and turned her back to him to eat.

Zhen Mingbitter looked at her as if she hadn't eaten meat for a few years, blinking her mouth unsatisfied, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, what kind of inhuman treatment did this woman suffer?

"Thank you."

After eating, she didn't forget to thank him, obviously a very educated woman, and when she smiled, a row of neat and beautiful teeth, kept in a white state, it can be seen that she is a woman who pays attention to oral hygiene, but for some reason her body is dirty, but despite this, she still faintly exudes a noble temperament of a scholarly woman.

The placket of her clothes was loose and empty, two snow-white plump, and the snow milk full of tooth marks was imprinted in his eyes without reservation, and he suddenly understood that dirty and smelly was her way to passively resist the bullying of the Turks, and if her body was dirty and smelly, the other party might not be interested in her.

"Here, this bowl is for you, and I'll serve another bowl."

She took the bowl and looked around to make sure there was no one else around, and then devoured it.

"What's your name?"

She looked down for a moment, then shook her head, as if she couldn't remember who she was, and quickly ate the mutton in the bowl, even the soup residue was not left.

"I'm leaving." She placed the cleanly licked bowl in his hand, pointed to the small hole where she had entered, and crawled out lightly.

"I'll be here tomorrow this time."

Zhen Mingkuan hurriedly said, but the other party didn't respond, just stopped slightly, and quickly crawled out of the small hole and disappeared into the night.

Zhen Mingku returned to his camp tent and lay on the bed, his mind full of her appearance, imprinted in his mind like a brand, lingering.

Who is she? Why is it here? What terrible thing did she go through that made her lose her memory? How did the wound on her chest come about?

With these questions, he fell asleep unconsciously.

……

Early the next morning.

At the call of Shibi Khan, the little khans of more than a dozen tribes rushed to the Turkic capital, and Shibi Khan took Feng Lun and Zhen Mingku, touring around, which was quite a sign of showing them the strong combat power of the Turks.

Together with more than a dozen khans, he took Zhen Mingku, Feng Lun and others to the ranch of the war horses, pointed to the thousands of fat and healthy war horses on the endless horse ranch, and showed off his wealth to the two.

Then he also asked people to bring a "Akhal Jiejin" covered in jujubes, and asked Zhen if there was such a divine horse that could travel thousands of miles a day? Under the interpretation of the translator, Zhen Mingku knew that this was the legendary bloody horse.

It is said that the entire Turkic is only a thousand horses, and they are usually regarded as the national treasures of the Turks, only when Emperor Wen of Sui paid tribute, and after Yang Guang ascended the throne, he never gave a horse.

This jujube red horse of the gods, once followed Shibi to conquer the north and south, killed countless enemies, stepped on the corpses of countless enemies, is Shibi's favorite horse, named it "stepping blood", and enjoyed the treatment comparable to that of a Turkic prince.

From Shibi's mouth, I know that except for Shibi himself, no one has been able to stay on its back for a stick of incense.