Thirty-eight listening accounts

  Judging from the previous experience, perhaps this post will also attract someone who wants to throw bricks.

  Put on protective gear, cover with an iron pot, and escape.

  Looking back and reflecting, it seems like I was a bit slow on the uptake?

  Thank you all for being willing to accompany me in playing house with the little kids. However, I still have some ambition about this article. Not only do I want to tell a typical love story, but also try to manipulate politics. Whether it's good or bad, I'll take responsibility myself. At least, when I was writing, I was happy.

  When I first started writing, everyone had ambitions. Like my first article, at the beginning, I also wanted to write everything down, but later on, I didn't have enough energy, so I shrunk the political drama and focused on writing emotional drama. Fortunately, Comrade Liu Zhi's actual achievements are numerous enough, so I don't need to add too much color.

  But this article can't be so clever.

  The only thing I can confirm is that this article will be a bit longer.

  In the end, this is actually an ideological essay.

  The man standing under the curtain was also dressed in black, with a left-hand opening and a black fur trim on his collar and cuffs. His build was not much larger than that of an average Xiongnu man, but when he stood there, he was a mountain.

  A pair of pitch-black sharp eyes scrutinized and swept over Liu Danru, finally fixing on the lovely Timirouna.

  An insurmountable mountain.

  Temirana was taken aback for a moment, then quickly jumped up, placed her right hand on her chest and bowed, saying "Temirana has seen the Khan."

  In an instant, Liu Dan's face lost all its color, and only then was she certain that this man was indeed her future husband.

  Mò duōn xiào yī dì mì luó nà, jiāng yòu shǒu shǒu zhǐ qiāo zhe yāo jiān huáng jīn jù dài, "xū bǔ jiā de ā dì me?"

  "Yes." Timirouna, stared at by him, didn't dare to raise her head, and managed a normal smile. "Ati was curious about the new bride's appearance, so she sneaked over to take a look, hoping that you wouldn't mind."

  "What's so strange about it?" Mo Dun teased Liu Danru with a smile, "The beauty of the new Madame is my blessing. I couldn't help but sneak over to take a look myself, why blame you for it?"

  They later spoke in the Xiongnu language, and Liu Danru couldn't understand a single sentence, only vaguely hearing the word "Yuan Shi", his heart racing with fear. Suddenly, Modu switched to the Han language, "At this moment, outside, they are racing horses, that kid Jiu is not self-aware, he went to challenge your brother, do you want to go take a look?"

  Temur knew that this was Modun's order to expel the guests, and smiled with joy. "Of course we have to go, King Jiyu is young but has great ambitions, as the saying goes 'a tiger father begets no dog son', but I dare not guess who will win."

  Modun burst out laughing, "Ati is indeed very sweet-tongued." He then said to Zhuzhuluo, "You all go out too."

  Timiro stepped out of the tent, looked up at the sky, and the vast expanse of the grassland's sky was high and clear. The white clouds were rolling in a pleasant way, which was her favorite place. "I'll go first," she said to Zhuzhuluo, "You two should learn Huns' language well, and be more careful in the future, so that you can help your husband."

  She wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly heard Liu Danru's cry of surprise from the tent, and was stunned for a moment, not understanding what had happened.

  "Come, A-ti," said the round-faced Hsiung-nu girl, Shan Kui, who was attending Liu Dan-yu, taking her hand and speaking in the Hsiung-nu language. "Since the Khan is inside, this isn't a good place for an unmarried girl like you to be. You should go do what you need to do and not bother with that Han princess."

  "Liu Dan, in a shrill voice, cried out from the sedan chair, 'The ceremony of marriage has not yet been performed, you cannot treat me like this, please restrain yourself.'"

  Modu sneered at her, "What's it to you?" Then came the sound of ripping fabric. "This is my tent, and since you've entered it, you're already considered my woman. I'll do as I please, don't bother me with those Han family etiquette rules."

  Tiemiruona's face turned pale and white, she was simple, but she had already guessed what was happening in the account, swallowing her sympathy for Liu Danru's drifting fate, Tiemiruona turned to leave - this was not something she could get involved in, so she kept a distance.

  However, she found herself unable to leave as she pleased, because her hands were held down by one person on the left and another on the right. It was the first time she had experienced such a thing, and Zhuzhu and Luolu also turned pale with fright. Their status made it impossible for them to leave freely, so they could only cling tightly to Timiria, the only Hun girl in the city who was kind to the three of them, master and servant alike. "Ati, dear," Luolu said softly, tears streaming down her face, "please go and rescue our princess!"

  "What a joke," Timiria was amused by them, "Why should I save her?" She dared not to take Tsoi Yen's words to heart and ran to see Liu Danru because of the power of her father, Left Guli King; but this does not mean that she dares to despise Modun's authority on the grassland and rescue the bullied woman from his tiger's mouth. Moreover, "this is the Khan's family affair," although it is indeed excessive for Liu Danru, but others see that Modun has done nothing wrong.

  Zhu Zhu and Luo Luo finally seemed to have realized the situation in front of them, and they stopped talking. They just clasped their hands tightly together, as if they could draw some strength from it. Timirona was young and weak, and she couldn't break free. She raised an eyebrow, about to get angry, when suddenly she looked up and saw the pale faces and tearful eyes of two 13- or 14-year-old girls.

  She suddenly softened her heart.

  How strange, Timiria thought to herself. She was only nine years old now, but she already felt that two girls who were almost half her age were still children. We admire heroes, but we can't avoid seeing the countless people's blood under their successful and great deeds. Without the splashing of blood, how can a hero become a hero? And are all the things that heroes do right? Do heroes have the right to recklessly harm others?

  Tiemiruona stood there in a daze, hearing the desperate cries of the Han girl who had just been in the next room, her face turning pale and white by turns, changing like a lantern.

  The wailing suddenly rose to a high pitch, then gradually weakened, and the man's heavy breathing and groaning became prominent, with an ambiguous and cruel desolation. The girl's cries were like those of a cat trapped in a cage, being toyed with by others, finally resigned to its fate, wandering and weakening.

  Zhu Zhu let out a low sob and relaxed her grip on his hand, squatting down.

  A thirteen-year-old girl covered her face and sobbed.

  They were abandoned by their families, abandoned by their hometowns, and abandoned by the Han envoys. Finally, even the princess who was considered the master was brutally bullied. She had already...already...lost everything she could hold onto.

  Tiemiruona gazed at her with a bleak expression, suddenly recalling the time half a year ago when she woke up from her illness and found everything unfamiliar, feeling lost and unsure of where to go.

  It wasn't long before he rummaged through his account, and Modun emerged with the same dark clothes and cyan belt as when he had entered. The only difference was that the collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing a relaxed expression and a hint of sweat on his forehead, from which a single drop of perspiration fell onto his slightly damp hair.

  Tiemirouna was still standing outside the tent, he was slightly surprised, his eyes swept over her left wrist which had been gripped by Zhuzhu and was now bruised, and her right wrist which was tightly held by Luolu who was hiding behind her, and hummed.

  Tiemiruna's face turned pale, her hands and neck shrinking back, also wanting to find a place to hide. However, there was nowhere to hide around her, so she could only stand in place, pursing her lips. Her gaze rotated, finally falling on the golden buckle at his waist, where the beast's head glared, cold and menacing.

  Modu stared at her for a while, as if it were just a moment, yet also an eternity. Suddenly, he smiled and turned away.

  Tiemirouna sweated through her heavy clothes, feeling relieved of a heavy burden. She heard from behind the tent Zhuzhuoluo shouting, "Princess, what's wrong with you?" The voice was crying and complaining, extremely sorrowful. After hesitating for a moment, she stood at the entrance of the tent and looked around.

  Liu Danru lay on the woolen bed, her face deathly pale, her expression dull and stupid, staring blankly at the ceiling, motionless, as if she had died. Her black embroidered skirt was torn to shreds, revealing countless patches of skin and purple bruises, her legs unable to close tightly, slightly ajar, with a streak of blood on the white fur above, eerily piercing the eyes.

  The serene and open black lotus under the moonlight was eventually broken by the storm, leaving no beauty, only a scattered flower branch.

  Tiemiruona stood with her eyes cast down.

  Dan Li sighed and walked into the tent, seeing this miserable scene, her eyes couldn't help but show a sympathetic expression. She clapped her hands and said in Chinese, "Alright, you two girls can't do anything else besides crying around Lady Yu? Can't you tidy up for Lady Yu?" Although her voice had a slightly awkward Xiongnu accent, it was extremely fluent.

  Luolo glared at her with wide eyes, "I don't want your fake kindness."

  A flash of annoyance flickered in Dan Lian's eyes, and she coldly smiled, crossing her arms and falling silent.

  At this time, the Xiongnu boy who had just led Liu Dan to come forward came to the front of the account and said loudly, "The Chanyu ordered that the marriage ceremony will be held half a time after the friendly ritual. Please prepare the Empress and go to the scene."

  Lolo jumped up and shouted, "My princess is already in this state, can she still go to that kind of thing and meet with relatives? You're bullying people too much." Even Zhu Zhu's eyes flashed with sadness and anger.

  Tiemiruona saw that things were not going well and hastily intercepted him, saying: "You go back and tell the Chanyu that Tianzi will definitely attend the banquet in full dress."

  "Artey," Lolo said, stamping her foot in extreme dissatisfaction.

  "Do you want to kill your princess?" Timirouna entered the account, with a severe tone and color.

  Note: Juzi is a princess in Xiongnu language, it cannot be verified whether she was a noble daughter or not, this title can also be used, temporarily set here.

  Finally crawled back, do you still have pink tickets?