The witch comes into my arms

In Uritu's mind, there are not many childhood memories left, except for one scene that is particularly clear.

It was the scene of an eagle hunting a hare.

The gray hare jumped on the grass, time and time again avoiding the talons of the falling eagle from the sky, and the brown eagle rose into the sky again and again, turning into a black spot under the sun and swooping down.

Once, the hare was hooked into the sky by the golden claws, but it struggled so hard that the eagle let go of its claws and fell back to the ground.

Finally, the hare successfully escaped into the earth hole, and the eagle circled in the scorching sun and disappeared.

What was engraved deep in his heart was not the hare's narrow escape from death, nor the truth of never giving up or the truth of the past, but the calmness with which the eagle spread its wings and probed its claws again and again, and the hare's embarrassment in dodging again and again.

From Xia Yuan's eyes, he saw the shadow of the eagle hovering under the sun.

If it were not an eagle, how could it have said the words to attack and kill the Golden Cicada?

Will a hare hunt a white sheep? Would a white sheep attack a cheetah? Only an eagle can be so ferocious.

He winced.

Aruna didn't think as deeply as her brother. She felt that the people of the Southern Territory were all hateful, and the Holy Son Jin Chan, the direct descendant of a major sect in the Southern Territory, was especially hateful.

Xia Yuan said that he would attack the Holy Son Jin Chan, and she was very happy. She felt that this thin young man had a heart like a horse.

The deserted boy who stood behind Aruna and guided Xia Yuan sneered.

His name is Bogen, and he doesn't think Xia Yuan has this ability.

Even if there is, this is not something they should be involved in. The southern border is the southern border of Ning Kingdom. There is no difference between the people on both sides. Let them go dog-eat-dog. It is the best choice.

"Brother, let's promise him!" Aruna's eyes sparkled and she clenched her hands excitedly.

"No!" Bagan said sternly, "Have you forgotten what the great shaman said? We are just here to participate in the wisteria flower banquet, don't get involved in other things!"

The two of them looked at Wu Ritu who could make the final decision.

Wu Ritu looked at Xia Yuan and said solemnly: "This matter is too big. Our grassland will not get involved."

"All the consequences of killing the Holy Son Jin Chan will be borne by our country, Ning." Xia Yuan urged again, "How many desert people were killed in the southern border? How many desert people are now slaves in the southern border? Don't you want to do something for those compatriots? What?"

"Yes, brother. Anyway, we are not afraid of the southern border. If we kill Holy Son Jinchan and return to the grassland, what can they do to us?" Aruna said.

"The people of the Central Plains are cunning, and they say it nicely now. Who knows what they are planning to do for us! What if we are just bait!" Bagan objected in a deep voice.

Aruna glared at Bagan, and Bagan stared at Aruna. Seeing that the two were about to quarrel or even fight, Hanyue spoke.

"Is it like that time in the valley?" Han Yue looked at them, her usually gentle face was now colder than Leng Qiu.

The expressions of Uritu, Aruna and Bagan changed. The Valley Incident was an unforgettable pain in the grassland. No one can use this incident to provoke Huangren, let alone a little maid!

Bagan had a dark face and opened his mouth to scold Hanyue. With a flick of his wrist, there was no light, shadow or sound, and a grassland short blade was inserted on the table in front of Wuritu.

This is an old short blade, the blade has no luster, and the light from the candle seems to have been sucked into the knife.

The gazes of the three people were also sucked into it, into the memories of the bloody rain ten years ago that all the desolate people deliberately avoided.

"Fang." Aruna took a step back.

"Youbei tribe." Wu Ritu smiled bitterly.

Bagan frowned and looked at the maid behind Xia Yuan.

"Princess." He called Aruna.

Aruna jumped over the table and punched Hanyue. She wanted to confirm whether Hanyue was from the Youbei tribe. Maybe he just happened to get the short blade of the vicious fangs that symbolized the Youbei King.

With a sway, Hanyue slid behind Aruna in a counterintuitive gesture, and with a tap of her fingers, took off the silver jewelry on her head.

Aruna hurriedly dodged, retreated to her original position, and hid behind Uritu and Bagan.

The weird pace just now was undoubtedly Youbei's "Desolate Scripture".

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Han Yue.

Hanyue held the silver jewelry in her hand and immediately returned to Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan held her hand and sighed in his heart.

Ten years ago, there was a severe drought in the grassland. In order to survive, a tribe plundered the Yun Kingdom and was defeated by the Yun Kingdom.

Therefore, Yun Guo found out the reality of the grassland, took advantage of it, and made great progress.

The tribes on the grassland were loose, and the Yun Kingdom was advancing rapidly. The tribes had not yet been able to negotiate the outcome and could not be twisted into a rope, so they were defeated one by one.

The previous King Shuoyang led the Black Sheep Cavalry and briefly defeated the Yun Kingdom. He ordered the four brothers to borrow troops from the major tribes in the grassland with the covenant in hand.

The Youbei tribe sent the most troops and lent him almost all the men who could mount horses and draw bows.

The tribe in Youbei has always lived in the valley. The valley is close to the southern border of the Ning Kingdom and the farthest away from the Yun Kingdom. According to common sense, it is impossible for the Yun Kingdom to reach the vicinity of the valley, let alone find the valley in the vast grassland.

The previous King Shuoyang swore that he would bring back the men of the Youbei tribe and protect the young, old and women of the Youbei tribe.

He led the coalition forces and fought fiercely with the Yun State army. Needless to say, the process in the middle was unnecessary. In the end, the Yun State army bypassed King Shuoyang's cavalry and entered the deep valley.

Although neither the Yun Kingdom nor Nanjing denied it, everyone speculated that the Yun Kingdom army borrowed the road from Nanjing.

The people of Yun State stayed in the valley for two months. The previous King Shuoyang stood still and did not dare to move. The valley was easy to defend but difficult to attack. It was the only natural chasm on the grassland.

The men of the Youbei tribe left angrily and rushed into the valley, dyeing the land red.

The Youbei tribe has since been eliminated from the grassland.

Hanyue and her people fled to Ningguo at that time.

When the Yun Kingdom ran out of food and evacuated from the valley, the previous King Shuoyang intercepted them and defeated them miserably.

After that battle, both the Yun Kingdom and the grassland were damaged and had been recuperating over the years.

Only the Youbei tribe will never come back. Rivendell was also occupied by another large tribe.

The previous King Shuoyang gave up the throne to his youngest brother and disappeared.

This was Han Yue's sad thing. Xia Yuanyuan thought that if he could convince Huang Ren, there would be no need to remind her of this matter.

He squeezed Han Yue's hand.

Hanyue patted the back of his hand with her fingers and comforted him in turn.

Wu Ritu and the other three people recovered from their shock.

"Who are you! Where are the other people from the Youbei tribe!" Wu Ritu asked anxiously, his palms trembling slightly.

The Youbei tribe was the nightmare of the previous King Shuoyang, and the nightmare of all the Shuoyang people. Now, knowing that there might be a tribe alive in the Youbei tribe, he was overjoyed.

"There are no Youbei tribes anymore," Han Yue said coldly, "only the people of Ning Kingdom."

"You have the blood of the grassland flowing on you!"

"The blood of the grassland has been drained in the valley!"

Wu Ritu was speechless.

After a moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Xia Yuan: "Return the Youbei people to the grassland, and the king will give you anything you want!"

Xia Yuan shook his head: "They are the people of Daning."

Bagan spoke and stared at Hanyue: "Are you from the royal family of Youbei? As long as you return to the grassland, the king will accept you as his adopted daughter, and you will be the princess of the grassland!"

Han Yue stuck to Xia Yuan's side: "I am His Highness's maid."

"Is being a maid better than a princess?"

"Isn't life better than death?"

The room was dead silent.

Wu Ritu stood up, pulled out the dagger on the table, held it in both hands, and handed it to Han Yue: "We agreed. This is what Shuoyang owes Youbei."

Han Yue didn't pick it up, Wu Ritu handed the dagger to Xia Yuan.

"Let's discuss the detailed plan in a few days." Xia Yuan looked at them, then at Han Yue, and sighed.