He Yi Jike did not leave Qikou.
Instead, after leaving the yezhang, he returned to his own small dwelling with his personal guards in a swaggering manner.
This was the capital of the Turks, and he often came here for meetings, so he had his own tent here.
Not only did he have a tent, but he also had two beautiful maids hidden inside.
These two beautiful maids were not Han women, but were plundered from a place further north than Langxuju Mountain. kAnshu Wu.ξà
After instructing his personal guards to watch out for any situation in the camp and report to him at any time, He Yi Jike lifted the tent flap and went inside.
Inside the tent, two women were frying mare's milk and cooking lamb, preparing their dinner.
Hearing footsteps approaching, one of the women got up and took a look.
The woman was tall, at least over 1.7 meters, and big and tall.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, and skin that was surprisingly fair.
If not for her sturdy build, a waist like a barrel, and a weight of at least 200 pounds, she would have been a supermodel in later generations!
Upon realizing that it was He Yi Jike entering, she immediately spread her arms and lunged at him.
Draka! Draka!
Her movement was so fast, like a starved bear just out of hibernation. Her two thick feet pounded the ground, making thudding sounds.
Before He Yi Jike could react, he was picked up by the woman, spun around twice, and then had his face planted with a kiss.
Mmmph~!
He Yi Jike's eyes widened, his mouth and nose were blocked, and he instantly couldn't breathe, his legs flailing in the air.
He regretted coming back.
Damn it, I was looking for You Rong! How could I have forgotten this tigress of a woman!
The other woman, also tall and well-built but not fat, with blonde hair, quickly went to pull the sturdy woman's arm.
Boboqi, quick, let go, the leader is going to be killed by you!
The sturdy woman, Boboqi, seemed to recall something and quickly looked up at He Yi Jike in her arms.
He Yi Jike's eyes were rolling back, his limbs dangling limply.
Boboqi panicked: You Rong, You Rong, quickly check on the leader.
You Rong extended a hand to test his breathing.
Gone.
She plopped down onto the ground.
Boboqi, how many times have I told you not to greet the leader like this, but you never listen, and now look at this!
Boboqi was stunned. Her hands slipped, and He Yi Jike fell to the ground.
Thinking of how good He Yi Jike had been to her and her sister, and now that she had accidentally killed him, she felt heartbroken.
Get up! Please get up!
Boboqi, unwilling to give up, reached out her hands and patted He Yi Jike's chest repeatedly.
Wuwu, please get up!
Cough! Cough! Cough!!
He Yi Jike suddenly reacted, his face flushed as he coughed violently.
Then he opened his mouth, gasping for air, and it took a while for him to recover.
He slowly got up from the ground, casting a resentful glance at Boboqi.
Can you be gentler next time!
Seeing him come back to life, Boboqi's previous tension was completely thrown to the back of her mind, and she embraced He Yi Jike again.
However, this time she was gentler.
Draka! I heard that several tribes were wiped out by the Tang army this time! Wuwuwu~~
He Yi Jike felt both love and hate for this old woman. After a period of appeasement, he managed to stabilize her emotions.
You Rong brought over a bowl of mare's milk: Draka! Drink something to calm down.
He took the bowl of mare's milk but only took a sip before he couldn't drink any more.
Compared to the drinks he had from the Tang army, this mare's milk was truly awful.
Hahaha, You Rong, did you miss me?
Before You Rong could speak, Boboqi leaned in again.
Yes, yes, yes! Sister You Rong calls your name every night!
Hahaha, then I must cherish You Rong well.
He Yi Jike threw the bowl away and, with an eager expression, lunged at You Rong.
The most handsome divider in the book
Above Qikou, Zhang Tian in the hot air balloon was observing the scene below with his telescope.
Suddenly, he saw that Qikou, which had calmed down with the sunset, had suddenly become lively.
Several tents were engulfed in flames, and people were fighting each other.
The scene was so chaotic that it was impossible to tell who was who.
Mayday Mayday, this is Flying Sky One, internal conflict has begun! Over.
Flying Sky One, continue observation!
Fang Er replied to Zhang Tian and casually put the walkie-talkie aside, continuing to read the novel in his hands.
Tsk tsk tsk, fight, I hope they beat each other to death!
The next day, as soon as dawn broke, Zhang Tian's voice came from the walkie-talkie again.
Mayday Mayday, this is Flying Sky One, someone is coming out of Qikou! Over!
Received!
Rubbing his somewhat sore neck, Fang Er got out of bed.
Staying up late to read novels really hurts the neck!
He walked to the front artillery position and saw a large group of people approaching.
Wu Yong had already led his men to meet them.
Halt! Who goes there!
He Yi Jike parted the crowd and walked out.
Hahahaha, Commander Wu, it's me, let me introduce these leaders.
Ashina tribe, Ashina Bobi!
Xueyantuo tribe, Yieli Yinan!
Naiman tribe, Naidabelu!
Pugu tribe, Guruxianglian!
Tiele tribe, Balemenggan!
Geluo Zhiya tribe, Gezhiwoyang!
They are all tribal leaders who have come to request allegiance to the Marquis. Please inform Commander Wu.
ps: Third update