After kissing him, Zhou Xueman stared at Zhang Haotian who was gradually sinking, his eyes were filled with sadness, but he said softly: "Haotian, have you heard of "My Nong Ci" by Guan Daosheng of the Yuan Dynasty? I have always liked it very much. The meaning of the lyrics is quite similar to that of us now. Listen, you are very affectionate. There are many feelings, and it is as hot as fire. Put a piece of mud, twist one you, and shape one me. Break the two of us together. Mix it with water. Then pinch one you, and shape one me. I have you in my mud, and you have me in my mud. I have the same quilt as you, and die with the same coffin."

Zhou Xueman's voice was very soft and full of affection, but Zhang Haotian didn't say anything because he could not speak. The mud had already flooded his lips and reached Zhou Xueman's shoulders. However, the two of them looked at each other silently. His right hand and Zhou Xueman's left hand were always tightly held together. With such a woman accompanying him to die, he would have gone to the world without dying.

Seeing that the mud was about to flood Zhang Haotian's nostrils, Zhou Xueman's tears came down, and he closed his eyes and did not dare to look at the moment when he was submerged.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a rapid sound of horse hooves splashing, and saw a little girl riding a white horse, holding a long whip in her hand, appearing outside the mud pit.

The little girl jumped off the horse, screamed, and waved the long whip. The tip of the whip accurately landed on the right wrist where Zhang Haotian and Zhou Xueman were holding each other. Then she jumped off the horse and tied one end of her hand to the white horse's thigh. Then she slapped the horse's butt. The white horse made a long neigh and raised its hooves forward and ran.

Zhang Haotian's eyes and ears were not overwhelmed, and his consciousness was still there. He knew that he was trapped too deeply. If the horse ran forward, his right wrist would be broken. In a hurry, he grabbed the whip with the palm of his right hand, and then grabbed it with his left hand. He felt a strong force pulling upwards, and his palms were in a huge pain, but he was so nervous that he didn't dare to relax.

The white horse's forward rushing force was extremely powerful. In an instant, Zhang Haotian's body was taken out of the mud pit by the white horse and rolled out of the pit.

After his body rolled and stopped, the only thing he thought about was Zhou Xueman. He hurriedly stood up, but saw that the mud had not reached her neck. He knew that her palm could not bear the horse's forward rushing force, so he hurriedly ran to the front of the white horse that had stopped, untied the long whip tied to its leg, took the tip of the whip, threw the handle towards Zhou Xueman, and shouted: "Sheman, grab it quickly, wrap it around your arm, I'll pull you up."

Zhou Xueman quickly agreed, wrapped the handle of the whip around his right arm, and then grabbed the whip with both hands.

Seeing that Zhou Xueman was ready, Zhang Haotian wrapped the tip of the whip around his waist and then pulled it back, but he was afraid of hurting Zhou Xueman, so he slowly tried to exert force little by little. Zhou Xueman's body was also pulled upward from the mud bit by little. In about seven or eight minutes, Zhang Haotian dragged it out of the pit.

Seeing Zhou Xueman lying outside the pit, Zhang Haotian was exhausted and fell to the ground all of a sudden, breathing heavily. Looking at the sunset reflected in the sky, he felt that he had been a human being for two lifetimes, and he couldn't even believe that he and Zhou Xueman were still alive.

While he was breathing, the little girl on a white horse appeared in his eyes. She was shouting something, but she was speaking in Mongolian.

Zhang Haotian looked at the little girl and saw that she was only in her teens at most. She had just grown up, had a pretty face, and had big big eyes that were clearly black and white. He stood up and said to her: "Thank you."

After saying this, he rushed over and helped Zhou Xueman up, but saw that she was weak and could not stand up at all. It was obvious that she had exhausted all her strength just now.

The little girl saved someone and was originally smiling. When she heard what Zhang Haotian said, her face suddenly changed. She turned over and rode on a white horse, and then headed towards the yurt. Her skills and riding skills were very agile.

Zhou Xueman was still a little conscious. When she saw the little girl suddenly ran away, she whispered: "There are no outsiders here. She must have heard that you were wrong and went back to report the news."

Zhang Haotian nodded and said, "This is good, we have to go there anyway."

While he was talking, he went to carry Zhou Xueman, but both of them were covered with mud and not saying that they were slippery. Fortunately, they became heavy and could not carry Zhou Xueman up for a moment.

While smearing the mud on Zhou Xueman's body on the ground with his hands, he saw a group of horse riders coming out in the direction of the yurt. He was leading the way to look at his clothes and figure. It was the girl who saved them just now.

As they galloped, the group of horsemen came to them. In addition to the little girl, there were six adult men. Three of them were holding hunting rifles in their hands, pointing at them, shouting something in their mouths, and their eyes were extremely unkind.

Zhou Xueman was able to speak some simple Mongolian words, and asked Zhang Haotian to stand up with him, and then talk to them. After a while, the faces of those people calmed down a little. One of them was in his forties, with a beard and a strong middle-aged man in a gray Mongolian robe, waved his hand towards the yurt and spoke loudly.

Zhang Haotian couldn't help but say, "What are he talking about?"

Zhou Xueman said: "He asked us where we came from, and I answered him, we are travelers from China, you like to explore, you drive here by accident, and you are lost, we have no intention of offending their territory, just asking them to give us some rest, and we will leave soon. This man asked us to go to the yurt first."

Zhang Haotian nodded and helped Zhou Xueman walk forward. Seeing the two of them, the little girl jumped off the horse, pointed at her white horse, and said something.

Zhou Xueman said without waiting for Zhang Haotian to ask, "This little girl is so kind. She said she was riding a horse here just now, and she rushed over after hearing someone shouting. But she didn't expect that we were outsiders, and her tribe members didn't like outsiders. She asked us to say more good things and let the tribe members let us go. Now let us ride her horse, and she goes to ride with her father."

Most of the tourist attractions in various places have horses for entertainment, and there are several places in S City. Of course, Zhang Haotian has ridden it. As long as the horses do not cyclize and bump, it is no problem to sit on the saddle and walk slowly.

So he walked to the white horse, stepped on the kickstand, grabbed the saddle, and climbed up. However, because he was not familiar with riding a horse, and his body was covered in mud, which was very slippery, and he had climbed several times but didn't get up. The little girl had already gotten on the dark horse of the middle-aged man with a beard. Seeing this, she laughed "legend" and obviously laughed at his poor riding skills. The rest of the Mongolian men also showed contempt.

Zhang Haotian just wants to cure Zhou Xueman's illness as soon as possible. He is unwilling to offend these people and turns a blind eye to their ridiculous eyes. On the fifth time, he finally climbed up, then stretched out his hand, pulled Zhou Xueman to the horse's back, and sat with her. Zhang Haotian only had no mud left on his forehead and eyes, and Zhou Xueman's appearance was covered by the mud. If someone looked from afar, he would definitely think that the white horse was holding two black clay men, and he would not have thought that the handsome man was and the beautiful woman was as beautiful as a lotus.

After a while, we arrived at the place where these people lived, but we saw hundreds of yurts densely built together.

When Zhang Haotian turned over and dismounted to help Zhou Xueman, he saw her closing her eyes and she had already fainted. He shouted loudly. The Mongolians couldn't understand his words, but when they saw Zhou Xueman's situation, they also understood what he was calling. The middle-aged man with bearded face was obviously the leader of the group. He shouted and waved his hand. Two young women with thick and black skin and very strong body hurried over and carried Zhou Xueman into a yurt.

At this moment, the middle-aged man with bearded face had jumped off his horse and said something to a middle-aged man beside him. The middle-aged man turned over and headed into the yurt. About ten minutes later, he saw him riding again, followed by a thin, elderly man in his sixties, who was about sixty years old.

The old man got off the horse and bowed to the middle-aged man with a bearded face covering his chest and bent over. After saying a few words to him, the middle-aged man did not look at Zhang Haotian again, and then took the man away with him.

The elderly man walked to Zhang Haotian at this time, looked at him, and said, "Young man, what's your name?"

When Zhang Haotian heard that he was speaking Chinese, he was a little stiff and said quickly: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Haotian. Old Master, it turns out that you know Chinese."

The old man nodded and said, "Of course, my name is Bayar. I have done business with the Han people and understand your language."

Zhang Haotian hurriedly said, "Mr. Bayar, please tell your leader and ask them to cure my woman. I will definitely thank him again."

Bayar said, "Don't worry, we will heal your woman, but my head man told me to tell you, don't run around here, otherwise your life will not be saved. Also, after your woman is cured, he will send someone to ride a horse to send you out, but remember not to go here again in the future."

When Zhang Haotian heard this, he finally felt relieved. When he heard Bayar's Chinese language, he naturally wanted to ask him for the blood wolf tattoo on his body, but now his body was covered with black mud, so Bayar could not take a look at it.

At that moment, he said, "Mr. Bayar, look at my dirty body. Can you borrow a clean set of clothes and take a shower?"

Bayar nodded and said, "Okay, you're waiting here."

As he spoke, he rode his horse and walked deep into the yurt. After a while, when he came back, he took a set of clothes and a towel and handed them to him.

When Zhang Haotian saw that the towel was printed with the Great Wall. After a closer look, there were indeed some English made in China. He couldn't help but say, "Mr. Bayar, do you have a lot of Chinese goods here?"

Bayar nodded and said, "The people here have a fixed time to exchange goods with cattle and sheep every year. However, there are many Chinese merchants in Mongolia now, and most of the daily necessities are produced in China. Even the fabrics used for Mongolian robes we wear are from China."

Zhang Haotian once again saw the influence of Chinese goods. He said "um" and saw Bayar walking towards the lake not far away, and followed closely.

After a while, I arrived at the lake, but saw that the lake was clear and clean, with a huge water area. I could not see the edge at first sight, and said, "Mr. Bayar, what kind of lake is this? How big is it?"

Bayar said: "This is Nalan Lake, which is at least six or seven kilometers long. However, this lake is not the largest here. The largest is Baiyin Lake. Baiyin means rich in our Mongolian language. It is only wide. There are four large ones in Nalan Lake. Prince Aldon-Lang's Amur Castle is built there."

Zhang Haotian knew that the Prince Aldun Leng he mentioned must be one of the heirs of the four royal families. He was afraid that Bayar would be suspicious, so he casually said: "Oh, are there any princes in Mongolia now?"

Listening to Zhang Haotian's tone, Bayar immediately said, "Why are there not? There are many princes here, but you are an outsider, don't ask so much. Go and take a shower." As he said that, he pointed not far away.

Only then did Zhang Haotian see that there was a simple house built with wooden boards about ten meters away from his left, and there was another one more than twenty meters away.

Bayar said: "In the past, we all took a bath and washed clothes in the lake, but the water was not so clear. Prince Aldon Rang issued an order, not allowing people in the tribe to bathe and wash clothes in the lake. If you want to take a bath, you should carry water to the bathhouse by yourself. Anyone who violates the order will be taken off and beaten forty whips. Young man, this is a men's bathhouse. Go in quickly. There are big wooden barrels and small wooden barrels. You can use small wooden barrels to carry water into the big wooden barrel and you can take a bath."

Zhang Haotian nodded and strode into the bathhouse he mentioned, but saw that there were indeed more than ten and a half-tall large wooden barrels inside, with small wooden barrels underneath, and soap was placed beside each large wooden barrel. So he carried a small wooden barrel in one hand and flew back and forth. The water in the big wooden barrel was only half filled. If he had taken a bath normally, of course it would be enough, but Zhang Haotian was now covered in mud and walked three times, almost filling the water, and then washed it. However, he was very worried about Zhou Xueman. Now, for her, it was more important to take medicine to cool down.

After half an hour of wiping soap, Zhang Haotian washed his body clean. After wiping it with a towel, he felt as if he was full of electricity. He put on the clothes Bayar gave him, but saw it was a set of royal blue half-new Mongolian robe, and walked out. It was already late, but the moon was very bright, and everything by the lake could be seen clearly. A bonfire had been lit on the other side of the yurt, and the rough and bold singing could be heard faintly.

Bayar was still standing by the lake waiting for him, watching him appear radiant, looked at him several times, then raised his finger and said, "Young man, you are so handsome and look like a man. It's a pity that you are not a man from Mongolia, otherwise you would have fascinated many girls here."

Listening to Bayar's words, Zhang Haotian's heart moved. Bayar has a lot of experience and often lives here. He might know the origin of the blood wolf tattoo on his body, so he said, "Mr. Bayar, in fact, I'm very likely to be a Mongolian. I'll show you this, maybe you will understand."

Speaking of this, he untied his belt, separated his neck, and immediately exposed the blood-stained White Wolf King on his chest.

When Bayar saw the tattoo on his chest, he was shocked at first, with a very complicated look in his eyes. He looked carefully and even touched it with his hands, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Zhang Haotian looked at him with a strange expression and hurriedly said, "Mr. Bayar, I have had this tattoo since I was a child. Have you seen such a tattoo? Do you know its origin?"

Bayar was originally bent down to look at him, listening to his question, immediately stood up, his face returned to his usual appearance, and shook his head and said, "No, I have never seen such a tattoo, but it seems to be from our Mongolian people. Young man, you come here not to be lost in adventure, but to check your own life experience, right?"

It is rare to meet a person who understands Chinese. Zhang Haotian didn't want to hide it, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I have heard that my tattoo may be related to the people here, so I want to try my luck. Mr. Bayar, do you have a tattoo master here? I want to ask them for information."

Bayar agreed and said, "Young man, you are hungry, so let's go back to have a meal first. It's not too late to find this tattoo master tomorrow."

When Zhang Haotian heard this, he didn't say anything more, but he felt a vague feeling in his heart that Bayar knew something.

Walking all the way toward the yurt, Zhang Haotian deliberately spoke to Bayar to spy on his tone, but Bayar has always denied any clues about knowing his chest tattoo. However, during the conversation, Zhang Haotian also learned that the little girl who saved them just now was called Hasqiqige, which means "Yuhua" in Mongolian language. Her father was Suhe, the leader of the Lanya tribe of the Boyan tribe, and the leader of the Boyan tribe is Prince Aldunleng, who is located in the Amuer Castle on the shore of Baiyin Lake.

As he spoke, he returned to the yurt group. Bayar arranged Zhang Haotian into a yurt and brought the roasted beef and sheep pilaf, then said goodbye and left.

With the oil lamp in the yurt, Zhang Haotian sat on a wooden table, grabbing rice with one hand and biting a large piece of beef with the other. He was so hungry that the rice and meat were in his mouth and swallowed it in his stomach with just a few chews.

While eating voraciously, only the laughter of the "Princess" was heard. A young girl wearing a white Mongolian robe and pretty looks jumped in and said, "You are reincarnated as a starving ghost. It's so ugly to eat like this."

Zhang Haotian raised his head and saw that it was the little girl who saved him. He heard Bayar say that her name was Has Qiqige, but he was still stunned because Has Qiqige actually spoke Chinese and his words were straightforward, which was better than Bayar, but she obviously pretended not to know how to do it in front of her father just now.

Has Qiqige jumped to Zhang Haotian's table and sat down. He saw his appearance clearly with the oil lamp. He blinked his big eyes and said, "Ah, you are so beautiful. It would be a pity if you were buried in the mud."

Zhang Haotian smiled slightly and said, "Men are called handsome, women are called beautiful. Has Qiqige, who do you speak Chinese to? Bayar is not as good as you."

Listening to Zhang Haotian's praise for his good Chinese language, Hasqiqige raised his head proudly and said, "Of course, I asked Bayar to teach me Chinese, but I have more than him, my teacher. Last year they went out to do business, so I followed him quietly, but when I came back, my dad beat him up."
Chapter completed!