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On the tenth day of the eighth month, the most important sacrificial ceremony of the Xianbei people began. Priests jumped to gods, killed prisoners and sacrificed spirits, slaughtered cattle and divination, and prayed to all the people.

In the huge dome tent, there were many wealthy officials gathered together, and Ma Han was naturally among them.

Ma Han has seen many primitive sacrificial sacrifices in Africa, South America, Central America, and has long since lost his curiosity. He is not a folk lover and is not very interested in this thing. Obviously, someone saw that he was uninterested and leaned over and whispered to him: "Jinglong, this sacrificial sacrifice is indeed nothing good. It has something soft. You must be very interested in it when you see it."

"Hmm?" Ma Han glanced at Yan Rou.

Yan Rou smiled and pointed at the Xianbei girls singing and dancing not far away.

Marhan immediately expressed his respect for Xie Bumin: "No need, thank you, these women are not suitable for me."

Ma Han is telling the truth. Since his reputation as "the No. 1 Warrior in the Mobei region" spread, many tribes and wealthy chiefs have revealed to him that there are women of appropriate age in their families or tribes, and they are willing to give them to them, and they are willing to be married to their wives and concubines. Marriage among grassland tribes is a common phenomenon, especially for a newly established tribe. But Ma Han refused to respond to this one by one. Joke, really think that his ambition is to be a tribe chief? His roots are in Hebei and in the Central Plains. Not to mention the ugly hairstyle and body odor and skin color of these Hu girls, even if they are really beautiful, how can you get into the Central Plains in the future if you make a Hu girl as your wife?

Yan Rou seemed to see his concerns and smiled and said, "Don't misunderstand Jinglong, how could Rou give it to a Hu girl? If you want to give it to her, she must be a Han girl, and it is a stunning beauty."

Ma Wu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yan Rou: "You mean, the beauty hidden in your golden house?"

Yan Rou had three large carts with a roof decorated with Jinbo, pulled by camels and walked among the various tents with her caravans. It is said that the Yan brothers collected all kinds of beauties from the Han, Xiongnu, Xiqiang, Xianbei, Wuwan, Goguryeo, Fuyu, Sanhan and other places. According to the different needs of the wealthy chiefs of each tribe, they chose the right ones to give them, which was very popular among the wealthy chiefs. This is also an important reason why the Yan brothers were able to get along and deal with each other on this prairie surrounded by wolves.

Ma Han had heard of this incident for a long time and refused to comment on it. In this era, such behavior is actually normal. Moreover, this is also the way the Yan brothers survive, and he has no right to argue. What's more, this kind of thing is afraid of being missing in future generations?

Ma Han glanced at Yan Rou with a smile and said, "My aesthetic view... Well, I mean, my view of beauty may be different from you. The beauty in your eyes may not be able to see me."

Yan Rou looked up and wanted to laugh, but looked around and held back, and whispered: "It is better to see it at first sight than to hear it. This woman is the brightest among the rose-golden girls. If the dragon sees it, she will know that what I say is true."

Yan Rou said so attractively that he would not be moved by a man. Ma Han also had a curiosity, but he wanted to see what Yan Rou's charm in the golden house looked like and responded with a smile.

Ma Han has been to the Three Kingdoms. It has been four months since he came to the Three Kingdoms. He has not met a woman. He is a very normal adult man, and it is normal to have this kind of demand. Unfortunately, he was forced to go out of the border after he was in Hebei for a few days. After becoming the leader of the Hango tribe, there were many young women among the tribes, including Xianbei women, Wuwan women, Goguryeo women, and more, Han women. But as mentioned before, the gap between these Hu women and his requirements was too far, and Han women were mostly women who were repeatedly destroyed, so he could not add insult to injury. So far, there is only one woman who can really arouse his sexual interest, that is Niannu.

Unfortunately, Niannu is still too young. He is thirteen years old and doesn’t know if he is full, so he can only raise him first. Of course, in this era, whether in the Central Plains or the grassland, it is normal to have children at the age of thirteen. But when it is controllable, it is as late as possible. Apples must be cooked before they are delicious, right?

Niannu is not familiar with her, and the women in the tribe are so familiar with each other. Without a choice, Ma Han can only hold on. Now Yan Rou has given him a chance to stop him. Ma Han is not surnamed Liu, and he does not have to exchange interests between individuals and tribes, so why not do it?

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Sure enough, at night, when Ma Han and Xing Ju discussed the return trip tomorrow, when they returned to the tent, Wu Zhui came to report: "Yan Jun sent a woman, saying that the commander agreed to the storage."

When Ma Han heard this, he became interested, glanced at the tent, and asked in a low voice: "Did you see clearly? What do you look like?"

Wu Zhui scratched the back of his head and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Ma Han patted him on the shoulder: "I know you don't know how to describe it, just say how Bi Niannu."

Wu Zhui smiled bitterly and said, "This is really incomparable."

Ma Han glared: "What can't be compared? Who can't be compared with whom?"

"This woman covered her face with a scarf..."

"..." Ma Han was speechless for a while. Has Yan Rou raised a female slave in peace? She also came to play this masking technique. Will there be a navel-exposed dress?

"Wait outside, don't put irrelevant people in." Ma Han said as he removed the inner armor, took off the headscarf, and raised his hand to lift the curtain.

The curtain is raised and a faint fragrance escapes. This fragrance is not an offensive and rich, but a natural fragrance of plants, light, soft and easy to smell.

Ma Han immediately stopped, held his breath, checked himself, his body was completely different. He felt the fragrance carefully, well, it was mostly the fragrance on women's bodies. Ma Han shook his head and laughed at himself. He was surrounded by the sour smell of cattle and horses on the grassland and the herdsmen who had not taken baths for too long, and he became so sensitive to the fragrance. If he had run to a French nightclub in his current state, would he be killed by Fun?

After Ma Han confirmed that there was nothing unusual, he lifted the curtain and entered.

There was indeed a woman in the tent, but at first sight, Ma Han saw her elegant kneeling in the shape of "S", with her hands overlapping between her legs, her plump breasts were upright, and the hem of the white curved hem was blooming like lotus, just like a white lotus blooming at night, so he was sure that Yan Rou was not talking big. Now, just take off the white gauze scarf on her face, and you can confirm the answer.

This girl is naturally Li Ji. Although she is prepared, it is fake to say she is not nervous. Will the plan go smoothly? If the other party is rude and lacks any interest, what should I do if I push it down directly? I have been so handsome that I have been so handsome for seventeen years. Although Yan Rou can't be cheap, she can't be as vulgar as a hairy bear!

Her old servant Liang En was also driven away by the vicious Hango guards. If something goes wrong, would she really sacrifice herself for freedom?

In such a nervous and entangled mood, Li Ji waited for the moment when the curtain was lifted and the destiny was determined.

When Ma Han saw Li Ji, Li Ji also saw Ma Han at the same moment, and then was stunned.

Seeing this young man who was about the same age as him, tall, majestic and heroic as he walked in the tent, throwing his inner armor, waist knife, bow, arrow, headscarf, and leather boots casually, Li Ji Fang's heart was pounding, and he felt breathless.

Her beautiful eyes, which were already big enough, widened again and ate and said, "Who are you?"

"Ma Han, Ma Jinglong. Well, if you are not familiar with this name... they all call me 'Mobei No. 1 Warrior'." Ma Han nodded secretly. The woman's voice was very soft, charming, and seductive, and he liked it.

"You are Ma Jinglong!" Li Ji couldn't believe his eyes. The heroic young man in front of him was like a world and the image of Tu Fu's heart-wrenching evil in his imagination. How could it be possible? If Tu Fu was born brave in killing the enemy, but he was so young, how could he have won a world with an unknown man without his hands in just a few months and become a tribal hero with more than 5,000 people?

"Looking at your eyes, you must not believe that the legendary me must be a mountain owl with green face and fangs." Ma Han took off his armor and sat naturally three steps away from Ji's right side - from a psychological point of view, this is a relatively subtle distance when he gets along with the opposite sex. This is actually the distance between the two of them reaching out their hands at the same time and their fingers are barely touching each other. This distance is neither distant nor too close, and maintaining a sense of security - at least for women.

Ma Han has dealt with all kinds of people, from high-ranking government officials to prostitutes in the alleys, and even disagreements, and outlaws who draw guns and shoot randomly. How can they not know a little psychology?

Sure enough, after Ma Han sat down, Li Ji just twisted his delicate body slightly and couldn't sit still.

"Since there is no navel-exposed suit, take off the towel."

Li Ji waited for a while and heard a strange sentence. Although he couldn't understand what "navel-opening clothes" meant, the meaning of the second half was very clear. Li Ji hesitated a little, but he still stretched out his slender hand, took off the silk hanging on the ears, and took off the gauze scarf.

The eyebrows are like crescent moons, the eyes are like stars, the nose is like jade tubes, and the lips are like red diamonds. The outline is beautiful and soft, the skin is crystal clear, and there is a faint redness in the whiteness. Especially when she smiles with her teeth, the fragrant lips like petals complement the white and neat white teeth. The red lips become more brighter and the teeth are like jade, which is particularly thrilling, making people feel the urge to kiss.

It was indeed a stunning beauty! Ma Han sighed secretly, if the cute babies collected in Yan Rou's golden house were like this girl... No, as long as he had half of his beauty, he would be enough to fall in love with those tribe chiefs. No wonder this guy could make a fortune. Well, if you can face such a beautiful woman without being moved and give generously to others, Yan Ruoshui's will should not be underestimated.

Ma Han didn't know what kind of inner struggle Yan Rou had experienced about this.

Similarly, Li Ji was also struggling in her heart at this moment. She never dreamed that the No. 1 Warrior in Mobei, who made the Hu people scared, would be such a young man. Moreover, this person is calm and not like the kind of loser he was when ordinary men first met him. So, should they do such a thing?

Although Li Ji is a stunning person, after so many beauties in later generations and having had contact with negative distances, Ma Han would certainly not show any appearance of a pig brother. If one or two beauties could make him lose his composure, could he still survive until now?

"Your name is..."

"I'm Li Ji."

"Oh, the name is a bit sad and sad. If I don't mind, can I ask the young lady's age?"

"I am 29 years old."

"Haha, I'm a little younger than me."

Ma Han knew that people in this era were all reaping a false year, and Li Ji's reaping an eighteenth is actually reaping a seventeenth. Well, this age is quite good.

"I am from Julu, where are you?"

"I'm from Luoyang." Li Ji blinked and slowly moved his gaze to the young man. He was a Han man, and he was a young man who looked very pleasant and spoke very gentle. Li Ji's vigilance gradually faded and his conversation started to open up. "The famous Ma family is the first to be the Fufeng Ma family, which is behind the Han Ma Fubo; the second is the branch of the Fufeng Ma family, Handan Ma family. Julu and Handan are not far away, aren't you..."

Ma Han shrugged: "I don't know this either. It may be related, or it may not matter, but what does it matter? The Hu people don't recognize you as the Ma family Niu, but only recognize you as a hero or a bear."

Li Ji raised his sleeves and covered his mouth and smiled softly. With this smile, the entire dome tent seemed to be bright, which made the two of them fade away, and the atmosphere of conversation began to become lighter.

Ma Han's state of mind was already past the age of getting on the horse when he saw the beauty, and he hurriedly roared with a gun and got on the horse. It was also an excellent enjoyment to talk to the beautiful woman at night with a candle. Of course, this young and strong body must be properly satisfied, but it is necessary to find the right time.

When is it appropriate? Ma Han is currently unknown, but he has seen the auxiliary item that contributed to this opportunity - a jar of wine. It is not the fishy and unswallowed feta wine of the Xianbei people, but the real high-end ox wine (a fine wine in the Han Dynasty, with exquisite raw materials and brewing methods, mainly for aristocrats and banquets).

This was delivered by Yan Rou's "suit" and there were wine bottles and wine spoons. He was such an interesting guy. It seemed that he had done this one or two times.

Wu Zhui and four Hange guards patrolled ten steps outside the tent. Occasionally, they looked back and saw two silhouettes reflecting the candlelight, holding the bottle to respect each other, and the figures approached, and they couldn't help but smile and slowly retreated.

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Chapter completed!