The old woman shed tears for a long time and looked at the saint's face again.

She seemed to look at her own daughter and whispered: "My grandma knows that you hate him in your heart, but no matter how much you hate him, it is your man. This is a life that women cannot escape for the rest of their lives. Girl, it's been more than ten years, it's time to let go."

The saint shook his head and said softly: "You Han people have a saying, marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog..."

Suddenly he slowly stood up and murmured to himself: "Maybe it was because of the grudges in the previous life that I would suffer his sins in this life. Don't worry, third lady, I no longer hate him, and I don't know if I should hate him anymore."

The old woman seemed to feel relieved and couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.

She wanted to squeeze out a smile, but it seemed very difficult, and she said cowardly: "Although he locked you with a chain for nine months, he called a lot of prey for you every day, including tigers, leopards, and the most common one was wolf. You had eaten two bears when you were pregnant, right..."

The saint nodded silently and said as if muttering: "The wild beast in the forest is in trouble and meets a wild beast ancestor."

The old woman blamed her and said angrily: "How can you say that her man is a wild beast?"

The saint turned to look at her, her tone had recovered. She smiled as she spoke and said softly: "I just think he is a wild beast!"

The old woman sighed.

The saint said again: "I was trying hard to eat meat at that time, just thinking about one day I could beat him, and then I went back to the grassland to gather troops and slaughter all of you in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, I couldn't beat him. No one in this world could beat him. Even if the King of Western Chu was born again, he would be killed by him. He was a wild beast, he was not a human."

"Silly girl, why are you scolding her own man again..."

The old woman blamed her again, reached out to touch the saint's face, and persuaded her, "Although he has a bad mind and beats you every day, no matter what, he gives you food and drink, it can be considered a good pain for you. In our lives, wouldn't we just ask a capable man who can eat meat and live a good life for himself? Such a man is a good man, so what if he gets beaten?"

He stopped here and added: "Your third uncle also likes to hit me, but he is not capable of letting me eat meat."

The saint laughed at these words and couldn't help but say, "Why didn't Uncle San let you eat meat? He followed that beast to hunt every day."

"He has no ability to hunt, he is only responsible for carrying the prey back!"

The old woman blamed her, as if she was angry with her man.

Perhaps because of the reunion of old friends, the old woman's mood gradually improved. At this time, she could finally say a few words of laughter, and opened her teeth-free mouth and smiled, "Your man is so powerful, you can kill many tigers and wolves on one trip. Your third uncle is responsible for moving prey for him, and he lies back and forth countless times every day, like a dead dog, and when he gets home, he lies down. The third lady wants to serve him, and he takes off his pants and he is all in mind."

The saint's face turned red and she suddenly whispered: "San Ah, there are still children in the room."

The old woman was stunned and then she remembered that there was a girl standing in the room.

The old woman quickly shut up and suddenly her face turned pale again.

The saint's eyes were like lightning, and she could tell at a glance that the old woman's expression was wrong. She was already worried about something in her heart, and she suddenly felt shocked when she saw this.

Sure enough, the old woman started to cry again, suddenly started to whimper and whimper, and said loudly: "Poor Yunzi, how good it would be for you to leave for a few months later."

These words scared the saint and her pretty face turned pale again.

She is proficient in the customs of the Han people and knows that there are many ambiguities in the language of the Han people. For example, the word "go" can be understood as going to another place, but it can also be understood as a person is dead.

Is the child dead?

After missing me for sixteen years, I finally plucked up the courage to come back to see me, but the child was gone. This is a collapse of any mother.

The saint trembled violently all over.

However, Linglong, the bystander Qing, suddenly asked the old woman: "Mother-in-law, where did the Yunzaizi you mentioned go?"

"Ah, what did you say?"

The old woman didn't hear clearly for a moment and turned to look at Linglong.

Linglong took a few steps forward, first glanced at the master, and then asked again: "The little woman wants to ask her mother-in-law, where did the Yunzaizi go?"

This time the old woman heard it clearly and sighed, "Where can you go? If you escape, you will die. If you don't escape, you may still be able to leave your life. Since the beginning of the previous year, you Turks have been constantly plundering various villages. At the beginning, we did not plunder our village, but it suddenly changed three months ago."

She stopped here, turned to look at the saint, and said, "The stone tablet you erected was smashed by those bad Turkic people. Three months ago, they almost killed all the men in the village, and the young women were stolen..."

The saint's face turned faintly cold.

Linglong suddenly whispered softly and said carefully: "Master, three months ago was the time when Jie Li unified the grassland. Your stone tablet was erected for sixteen years, but no one dared to move it, but it was smashed when Jie Li unified the grassland..."

The murderous aura flashed through the saint's eyes.

She suddenly looked at the old woman and said softly: "Three A-Mum, where did the baby escape?"

Suddenly his tone became cold again, and he said angrily: "He grew up drinking the women's breasts in the village. Wouldn't he stayed to protect the women?"

"It's not his fault!"

The old woman slowly raised her head, looked out of the house blankly, and murmured, "That day, your third uncle knocked him out of the village with a stick, and then the third lady dragged him out of the village with difficulty, begging a few men who escaped from the famine to bring him with her. Girl, don't blame the baby. He has been weak since childhood and is pitiful. How do you ask him to protect the village, it's better to let him escape and save his life."

The saint's face stagnated and said in a daze: "He is born with a weak disease?"

The old woman nodded and said with regret: "Poor child, I can't even lift firewood. Maybe God is angry that his father is too strong, so he makes the baby have no strength for the rest of his life. Alas..."

Linglong next to him looked surprised and said, "Young junior brother doesn't have the strength."

The old woman still stared out of the house with worry and sorrow, and she returned to her murmuring, "I don't know if this child will be hungry after he arrives in Chang'an. He has no strength to work and no one hires him to work. God, please be kind and let the big men in Chang'an feel pity for him and give the child some food. Even if he begs along the street, don't starve to death on the street."

The saint shook.

Linglong swallowed her saliva with difficulty and said softly: "Begging along the street? Wouldn't that junior brother become a beggar?"

The old woman wiped her eyes and said, "If the refugees who fled to famine, just beg for survival."

This is heartbreaking.

The saint's eyes rolled in tears.

...

This time, the old friends reunite, and the conversation was all day long. The old woman cried and laughed, and the saint was worried. It was not until the evening came that she saw a sheep walking around the Gobi desert dragging a tiger into the village.

It turned out that this fool chased the grasshopper and ran into the deep mountains, and it was also fun to find a tiger.

Unfortunately, he wanted to play with the tiger, and the tiger could not afford it. This guy just touched the tiger twice with a big iron lump, and the King of Beasts immediately went to dust.

The silly big man felt very disappointed and dragged the tiger back to ask Sister Linglong why this big cat was so soft that it was smashed to death with a piece of iron.

This tiger became the food for the left-behind elderly people in the village.

However, the old woman was taken out of the village by the saint.

Under the moonlight, the parting people said goodbye, and several old people in the village wiped their eyes and tears, and the old woman kept waving her hands from afar.

When they came and four people left, the saint carried the old woman on her back, Linglong and Gobi were riding a BMW. The four of them took advantage of the moonlight to leave the mountains and gradually walked to the somewhat abandoned Hebei official road.

The saint suddenly stopped and looked at Linglong, who was riding a maroon horse.

His eyes were earnest, with a hint of hesitation.

She didn't say a word, but Linglong already understood, but saw the girl suddenly straightened up and sat on the horse's back and said, "Master, don't worry, Linglong went to the Central Plains overnight. I will take the Gobi sheep and leave him to my junior brother as a guard."

The saint nodded, but his face was a little entangled. After a long time, he said softly: "The Han family in the Central Plains, the Turks in the grassland, are different from each other. In the end, he is my son, and I will only save him one life. As for the Han people in the Central Plains, they are always our enemies. Jie Li is about to go south. You can inquire about the military information of the Central Plains along the way..."

Linglong is stunned.

The saint looked up at the night sky and murmured: "I am the saint of the grassland, and I bear the responsibility of millions of ethnic groups! My son is just one person, but there are millions of ethnic groups. Linglong, do you understand?"

Linglong sighed lightly, and suddenly said with a serious face: "Don't worry, Master, please do your private affairs separately."

"Then you go!"

The saint said the last four words and suddenly jumped away. Although she was carrying the old woman on her back, her speed was faster than that of the smoke and clouds of thousands of miles away. With just a few turns, she was no longer visible.

Linglong looked at the daze-silly Gobi Sheep and vented her breath: "Let's go too, go to Zhongyuan to find your junior brother."

The Gobi Sheep said 'oh', and suddenly waved the big iron lump a few times, and said very seriously: "Bully, junior brother, kill..."

Although the silly big man is stunned, he also knows to protect his own people.

Linglong smiled and reached out to pat the red horse, but heard the war horse neighing, sprinting straight to the south.

The Gobi sheep roared behind and followed by the clouds and clouds.
Chapter completed!