Female Protagonist and Second Male Lead HE

Jin and Zhao fell apart, and Zhao Xu finally couldn't bear Jin Wang, a pig teammate. The most important thing was that he felt that Jin Wang's collapse would be sooner or later. It is no longer possible to use previous experience to act. Although in the original world plot, Jin was destroyed by him relatively late, but now it seems that instead of defeating Lu, he might as well simply defeat Jin first.

Unfortunately, Jin suffered a heavy loss, and Zhao did not ask for anything. After a battle against Lu, the two countries will not be able to fight again. It is enough for them to deal with the dissatisfaction and chaos in the country. busy. After Zhao Xu fled back to the country after defeating the battle, he has been trying to train and strengthen his army, recruiting talents, and receiving all the generals and talents he knew before to avoid recurrence of Yuguan.

However, the things that went smoothly in the past are now failing repeatedly. Either they can't find someone, or they find that the other party has already defected to another country. They finally got two, and they still need continuous training to be useful.

He is like a fish trapped in a shallow water. Even if he feels that he can turn a dragon into the sea, but the sea is separated from him by tens of thousands of miles, so he can't go there, so he can only continue to jump in the shallow water.

The two countries disappeared, and the State of Lu took the opportunity to recuperate. This time it almost suffered the disaster of annihilation. Fortunately, there was help from the State of Yin and other small countries. For this reason, State of Lu submitted a letter of credence to establish diplomatic relations with Yin.

In this war, Yin State is undoubtedly the one that has benefited the most. Yin Ruxu saw the current situation in various countries from the letter he sent, pondered for a moment, and wrote a handwritten reply.

Most of her letters were brought to her elder brother by someone who can trust them. Yes, she did not write to her mother, but to her brother. Her brother's ears are soft and he doesn't have much opinion, but he still loves her sister. Although his ears are bad, they are also good. At least he can hear her. As the son of the Emperor of the Yin Kingdom, the elder brother can do more than her princess.

Yin Ruxu hopes that the peace will last longer. She hopes that at least for the rest of her life, whether it is her current home or her hometown, it will be safe. Therefore, for this, she needs a child with her own blood, who can inherit this grassland in the future, and she also needs a person who is closer to her by blood to inherit the position of the king of the kingdom of Yin.

She couldn't help stroking her belly.

My child, as long as she thought of this word before, her heart was throbbing, and the pain was much longer, and after a long time, she would not feel anymore. She thought she would not feel anymore, but the fear was still reflected in the dream. That day she woke up in a nightmare and rode horseback with Wotu at night. Suddenly, her fear was left far away.

She is calmer day by day, and recently, she has vaguely felt some long-lost joy and a little anticipation. This joy and expectation was not something she found back, but what Wotu conveyed to her.

"Xuxu, how are you today?" Wotu came back from the outside, the first sentence was the greeting he was used to these days.

Yin Ruxu: "Very good." She looked at Wo Tu's hand, and sure enough, he brought back something new today.

"What is today?"

"This? This is the eagle bone, found under the rock, ready to be a bone flute." Wotu placed the contents in front of her and asked her to touch it a few times. After Yin Ru had seen enough, he took out the knife, gestured with the bone, and began to cut and ponder.

Since knowing that she was pregnant, he would often bring back something from outside, saying that he would make some toys for the unborn child. Said it was a few toys, but in these days, he had already made a small box in bits and pieces. Yin Ruxu glanced at a red lacquered box in the corner of Wangzhang. It was a box she specially set aside to store Wotu's little gadgets for children.

The day before yesterday, he said that he would cut a small bow for the child. When he was finished, Yin Ruxu asked him if he could use the bow once the child could use the bow. Wo Tu thought for a while, then gave her the bow, "Then you will use it!"

Yin Ruxu: "..."

This is said to be for the child, but there are many cases in which they change their minds and give it to her after they are done. Therefore, there is a red-painted box beside Wang Zhang and their bed, which contains things for Yin Ruxu.

Wotu saw her occasional abnormal behavior after pregnancy, but he didn't know the experience of Yin Ruxu, only guessed that she was afraid of being pregnant with the child, and wanted to make her happy with these little things. Although he didn't want the child to come so early and worried that the princess could not bear it, since the child had already come, he could only find a way to make the princess happy and relax.

Wotu made half of the bone flute, because this requires meticulous sculpting. He did it slowly. Seeing Yin Ruxu next to him looking at the bone flute he made, he asked, "Bone flute, do you want it? I'll give it to you first."

"It's not for children, so why give it to me again."

Wotu put down the dagger, put the bone flute to his lips and tried two notes, then changed his mind, "Forget it, this is not very good, give it to the child, next time I find a good one and I will make it for you. "

Last time, when he came back from Chibu, he said that he would make a Trojan horse for the children when he saw the children there playing with a running Trojan horse. Yin looked so interesting and played with him twice. Wotu announced The wooden horse belongs to her. Not only that, but he also made several for Yin Ruxu, painted in various colors with interest, and placed them on the newly added dressing table in Wangzhang, squeezing all Yin Ruxu’s jewelry. There is no place to put it.

During that time, he rode out and patrolled the grassland. He would take a few pieces of wood with him. When he had nothing to do, he would cut it and chop it, which made others curious and asked. As a result, all the clan knew that the princess liked the pony made by their patriarch. Not to mention, this little wooden horse is pretty. Every time the little boy from the Song family came over that day, he looked at the princess's pile of little wooden horses, not knowing how envious it was.

The children in the tribe all have ponies cut by the adults in the family, but the princess is the first to have so many beautiful ponies, so she is the person the children admire most.

The funny thing is that the caravan asked the people in the tribe whether this kind of ponies were sold. It is said that they were sold to Central Plains and other places, and they sold well.

It's autumn, and Wotu is busy. He often takes people to other ministries to discuss some things. There are many things that come to him in the tribe. Wotu doesn't like to deal with things that require patience and time. He used to ran out to grab the site if he didn't want to do it and threw the matter to other people, but now that the site is all robbed, he can't grab himself by himself. Besides, he stayed in the clan with his pregnant wife. He was like being seized. I hold it, and I want to come back after running outside for a while. I can't run away anymore, I can only bite the bullet.

"So distressed?" Yin Ruxu wanted to laugh at him every time he saw him sitting and writing with his brows pressed. Because he, the patriarch, is not very good at arithmetic and so on, how many cattle and sheep were sent by other ministries in the autumn, and which ministries had fought with them, how many things were collected, how many new people were added to the tribe this year... of.

He didn't understand that this man was very clever and learned everything quickly, but he was really annoying, and his patience was eaten by himself. Yin Ruxu didn't know where he usually got his patience for himself.

"How about it, how many sheep have you counted?" Yin Ruxu saw that his hair was almost bald, covered his mouth and snickered for a while, lifted the pen and wrote a line of numbers next to him. "That's it, forget it, look at you, let me write it for you."

Wotu was amnesty, and simply handed these things to her. Yin Ruxu once suspected that the reason why his patriarch would be annihilated might be because no one helped him deal with these matters.

The joining of the princess has greatly changed the writing habits of the Wutu tribe, because the Wutu tribe seldom records things in writing. That is the responsibility of witches. Their various customs and experiences are all spoken by one generation. According to legend, most of them are spread by ballads, and the memories carved into the bones are not as extensive as Zhongyuan's use of words.

Before Yin Ruxu came over, Wo Tudu still used the dagger to engrave, which was the figure of their own tribe, which was very complicated.

"I want to let the children in the tribe learn the characters of the Central Plains and teach them to write with pen and paper. What do you think?" Yin Ruxu was not sure whether Wotu would agree, but she did choose a good time Open up. She is well aware that habit is the most difficult thing to change, and cultural integration also takes a long time. When their next generation is willing to learn another language and culture, it represents a kind of identification and closeness, so this is a signal.

Wo Tu stared at her face, with insight in his green eyes. He raised his hand to touch her temples and suddenly smiled, "Okay."

"Patriarch, it's not so good, we also have words, we should learn from the Central Plains." Unexpectedly, some people in the tribe disagree with Wotu's approach.

Na Risong and other confidants of Wotu are very supportive, "What's wrong with this, now more and more caravans come to our place, everyone has learned their words and words, and communication will not be easier."

Everyone is noisy and yelling. The superiority and inferiority here is not clear in the Central Plains, so everyone has to do it when they are arguing, and Wotu doesn’t care. He should eat and drink by himself. He has enough food and drink. When the people below are finished, he He wiped his lips and looked at other people: "Did you finish? Go back and pass on the news when you are finished, and let the boys learn."

"Patriarch!" Some people were unwilling and tried to say a few more words.

Wotu looked up, and didn't get angry with anyone. He only said: "The young people in the tribe will have a wider sky than we are now. If they only know the words of our tribe, their world will only be so big. .Mandu, do you want your child to go further and stronger than you?"

Mandu was silent for a moment, and retreated speechlessly.

Wo Tu looked at all the people here, "The decision I made is impossible to change. You should be very clear. You are not satisfied, you can, but I don’t allow anyone to trouble the princess in private. If I find out... I hope you haven’t Forget about five years ago."

Five years ago, the teenage son of the young wolf **** killed the old patriarch and a large part of the Wutu nobles-now their casual atmosphere is also because the Wutu nobles who valued power and identity died too much. That's a lot. Most of the people who can stand here and listen to Wotu's words are ordinary people who rebelled with him.

They will not forget who is able to have this free and prosperous Wutu tribe, and they will not forget how the young man with the head of the old patriarch got into the king's account.