"The Dharmcuo person has not been walking outside for many years, but he didn't expect that Nadal would come this time." Nadal's Khan couldn't help but raise his glass and smiled.

"Khan doesn't know that our young master Yan Zichuan, Damchou, has returned to the royal court recently. After he came back, he kept thinking about the kindness of his aunt Zhaorong, saying that if it weren't for his aunt's actions, he would probably have been a slave in Durla like other brothers and sisters. For this matter, he specifically told us to visit Aunt Zhaorong." You Yuan put his hand on his chest and bent over and said respectfully.

Zhao Rong, who was named, was Jiang Zongyou's fourth wife and Jiang Muzhi's biological mother. Now that she heard You Yuan say this, she first glanced at Jiang Zongyou's expression, and then she said boldly, "It's better not to mention this matter, it's just a few old past events."

She happened to meet relatives who were tied to Duerle. She was helpless and protected Yan Zichuan, who was still young. After getting married, she followed her husband. Jiang Zongyou was afraid of offending Duerle, so she forced Zhao Rong to send Yan Zichuan away, who was only eight years old.

In desperation, Zhao Rong had to arrange for his confidant to send Zichuan to Luocheng, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened on the way and Zichuan disappeared.

Over the years, even though she couldn't feel at ease, she could only put a thought in her heart.

Fortunately, God has eyes, and he is back!

But these words cannot be clearly stated. Zhao Rong was the wife of Zongyou, and he could only vaguely obscure the matter.

Jiang Zongyou nodded slightly, "Zichuan can escape the disaster, all thanks to the blessing of the Yan family ancestors, but he has little to do with Nadal."

Everyone knows that Durla is ambitious about Dam, so naturally Zongyou dare not admit this, for fear of causing trouble.

You Yuan's expression also faded, "What Khan said is very, You Yuan is not thinking well."

After saying this, the whole tent was a bit unstoppable.

When I saw the guest who came from Damu by Muzhi, I hurriedly stood up with the corner of my skirt, "Father Khan, it's rare for a guest to come to Nadal. How about we burn a bonfire to welcome these guests from afar?"

The weather is getting hotter now, and I haven't been so happy for a long time.

Jiang Zongyou was a little moved.

Seeing what Jiang Zongyou meant, Zhao Rong also smiled and said, "It's all about the younger generation. If Khan thinks it's feasible, let them go lively."

As soon as these words came out, Zongyou nodded with a smile, "Nadal hasn't been so lively for a long time. Muzhi must treat You Yuan and his friends well."

"Yes, my daughter understands." He bent down and said respectfully.

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Shi Jin has never attended a bonfire night party.

When night fell, she was pulled together to the open space by the wooden branches, and the surrounding area was already filled with spirits and food.

The whole sausage sheep was roasting on several clusters of small bonfires. The bright and golden color and the strong charcoal grilling smell made people feel fragrant.

At the center of the open space, a bonfire rack made of large pieces of wood is poured with tung oil on it. Just a torch can light up the entire bonfire rack.

Shi Jin wore traditional Qiang Rong clothes, and under the knee-length red pleated skirt were trousers of the same color, and black-bottomed red-faced and pointed-toed boots, which was much neater than Daye's long skirt.

The wooden branch was wearing a light green skirt with a rare braid on his head, and was tied with countless braids on his head by an exquisite hexagonal hat. The beads of agate stone drooped down the braids all the way down the braids.

There are many people gathered in the open space, all of which are Nadal's young and enthusiastic young men and women, spontaneously forming a big circle, circling the bonfire and food in the middle.

Shi Jin and Shanmu separate the branches, sat together with these people in the vacant place, watching them chatting and laughing.

Slowly, the bonfire frame in the field was lit, and huge flames soared into the sky, almost turning the whole sky into red.

Her whole face was scorched by the scorching breath, and she felt warm and comfortable with the flames, and her tense mood during the day also relaxed a little.

As her eyes slightly swept through the crowd in the scene, her eyes happened to fall on Jiang Muzhi. Several face-born young men surrounded Jiang Muzhi, probably the members of the horse team I saw during the day.

One of the boys was not tall, but his skin was surprisingly white. He smiled and looked quite smart, so he would not make people feel bullied.

She was thinking at a daze when she saw Jiong Muzhi look at her.

The boy who was holding the wood branch also followed him and watched.

Shi Jin was suddenly embarrassed, feeling embarrassed that he was being caught on the spot by peeping at others.

She couldn't help but turn her head slightly, pretending to be admiring the stars in the sky, hoping that the people opposite would look away.

However, sitting on the side was the little boy who was talking nonsense to her when she ran away that day.

Shi Jin stared at him with big eyes. The boy's eyes were as clear as if washed, but they were as clear as stars.

She suddenly felt a little evil and wanted to rub his head.

But the boy hid back very quickly, "What are you going to do!"

Shi Jin glared at him and said, "Beat you."

She hadn't been raped by Kang Shicheng at that time. If it weren't for this little boy, she might have run away long ago.

When Shi Jin thought that all the disasters all originated, he became even more itchy.

However, after hearing Shi Jin's words, the little boy nodded clearly, "Do you like me? A woman with a quarrel!"

Shi Jin was stunned for a moment, and directly pulled his head and knocked it hard a few times, "If you don't study well at a young age, your parents will teach you this way?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a low laugh came from beside her, the sound of the tree branches.

"Xiao Jiu is imitating his fourth brother. His fourth brother speaks like this on weekdays." He covered Muzhi's mouth and smiled so hard that he could not see his eyes.

But the little boy cried out and broke free from Shi Jin and ran to Jiang Muzhi. While holding Jiang Muzhi's legs, he said aggrievedly, "Sister Muzhi, this bad woman bullies me!"

"Xiaojiugu, Sister Shi Jin is not a bad person. Can you forgive her for a while?" Zhang Muzhi held back his smile and wiped the little boy's tears.

Shi Jin was embarrassed. It was obvious that the little boy was talking wildly, but why did it seem like he had done something wrong?

Before she could argue, another voice rang out, "Shi Jin? Cui Shi Jin?"

Shi Jin suddenly heard someone calling him with his name and surname, and couldn't help but look up suddenly, and even his eyes were filled with hope.

But when she saw the man's appearance, the light in her eyes suddenly dissipated.

Sure enough, she was thinking too much...

"You admit your mistake, I am Kang Shijin." She said casually.

Everyone here automatically recognized her as Kang Shicheng's sister, so she naturally said so perfunctorily.

You Yuan saw her reaction just now. He glanced at Shi Jin again, then smiled and said, "I recognized the wrong person and thought I had met an old friend."

When Shi Jin heard what he said, he couldn't help but feel curious.

Could it be that this person has seen himself before? How could such a coincidence be?

She couldn't help but ask tentatively, "That Cui Shijin is your old friend?"

"It's better to say that it's my old friend than my young master." You Yuan looked at Shi Jin seriously and said word by word, "Our young master is the new Khan of Damucuo, Yan Zichuan."
Chapter completed!