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After Kublai left, he closed the door and began to circulate his Qi. Then, he lay down on the ground to rest.

It was only when Kublai Lie arrived that Xin Xiuxuan woke up.

It turned out that he had organized a bonfire party as soon as possible to thank Xin Youxuan for saving him and his Abou.

Ever since they had entered Mongolia, Xin Youxuan had known that the Mongols were very hospitable. If she had refused, they would not have been happy and would have despised them. Thus, she readily agreed to Kublai's request.

The two of them soon arrived at the bonfire party.

The holy Hada sends his best wishes, the bonfire fires burn at night, and the bonfire party has always been a traditional form of joy for the grasslands.

Legend has it that in ancient times, herders learned how to drill wood to obtain fire. They discovered that fire not only can roast food, but it can also drive away wild animals and protect their own lives. Thus, their initial reverence for fire was born.

Later, when the herdsmen returned from their hunting trip, they celebrated their bountiful spoils of war, and in the evening, as they roasted the food on the fire, they held hands and danced around the fire to express their joy and pleasure.

Kublai pulled Xin Xiaoyuan to the seat of honor.

Looking ahead, the entire flock of sheep had been roasted golden by the bonfire, emitting a fragrant smell. A young boy and girl from Mongolia wearing a long dress were singing and dancing happily.

Kublai raised the horse milk wine in his hand and said, "Young Xuan anda, this is the most solemn way for us Mongolians to welcome our respected guests from afar. There will be a program specially prepared for you later."

After he finished speaking, he drained a large bowl of horse milk wine in one gulp and looked at Xin Youxuan.

Xin Youxuan understood Kublai's intention. She hurriedly picked up her horse milk wine and drained it clean.

Suddenly, the melody of the music changed and the people dancing around the bonfire scattered away. A Mongolian song seemed to sound like a heavenly melody as it fell from the sky:

In the endless night,

Dandelion was wandering.

How much I want to set foot on my beloved horse,

Riding a horse, galloping and galloping.

To the adorable Yue'er, to the most beautiful stars.

The aroma of wine and tea is even more beautiful.

The sound of cattle and sheep could be heard, and the moon was full.

Hero's Man,

Clenching his fist,

He brandished the unbeatable scimitar.

To stand on the field,

For the sake of the girl in his heart,

Unparalleled glory.

As he drifted off to sleep …

His spirit was also soaring.

Once the song was over, thunderous applause could be heard, but the singer was still as elusive as a dragon in the night.

After the applause, the zither music changed the tone of the Mongolian brother song and became the movement of the Song Dynasty. A Mongolian woman with a veil covering her face came spiralling out:

Drunk in the middle of the night.

Delay in removing makeup.

After sleeping for a long time in the spring,

The wine had awoken.

In the dream, the lovesick line was broken.

Silently …

The moon was still shining.

The green curtain hung down.

A few sunsets,

Small bridges flowing water,

He was looking forward to his husband's return.

The song was about a young woman's deep longing for her husband, who had left home on a long journey.

The song style was popular in Mongolia and the Song Dynasty. Many people loved to listen to it. Therefore, there were also women who used this poem to describe their love life.

Although some of the surrounding Mongols didn't know much about the meaning behind her singing, they were mesmerized by her singing. Although they didn't know the meaning of the song, there was no limit to the music. The young girl had transformed the meaning of the song into beautiful music and dancing.

With regards to Qu Feng, although he was a bearded man, his grandfather was also a scholar. His family had been around since he was young, so he naturally knew a thing or two about him.

Who would have thought that in such a remote place like Mongolia, there would be a woman who could sing such elegant songs.

In that moment, Xin Xiaoyuan was filled with curiosity. Just who was this woman?

Just as Xin Youxuan was thinking about this, this woman had already arrived at her table.

Out of politeness, Xin Xiaoyuan was about to get up and thank her …

However, the woman suddenly pulled out the scimitar that she thought was the Mongolian general.

It hacked towards Xin Youxuan.

The matter had suddenly occurred, and everyone was stupefied and unable to react in time.

Unexpectedly, the girl turned her blade and brought the night wine on Xin Jiaxuan's table to Xin Ran.

Xin Youxuan smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, young lady."

He then finished the whole bowl of horse milk wine.

At this moment, everyone finally understood the intention of this woman.

After she finished her drink, she asked, "Don't you want to talk to me about my wine and know who I am?"

"Who is this lady?" Xin Youxuan asked doubtfully.

Seeing that Xin Youxuan was a bit confused, the veiled woman gently removed her veil. It turned out that this person was precisely the person he had saved on the prairie, and he had saved in a flash.

Xin Youxuan hastily stood up and said, "I didn't think that little sister Buhua would be so good at writing the poem for our number one woman in the Song Dynasty. This one truly has a whole new level of respect for her."

After he finished speaking, he picked up another bowl of horse milk wine and said, "I, Wu Hua, offer this to you as a bowl of wine to honor my sister."

Then he drank this bowl of horse milk.

Mongolian women have been known to brew and drink since childhood.

He was also very happy to see Xin Shaoxuan toasting him. He also finished his wine in a big bowl.

Seeing their gazes, the two of them felt that their hearts were interlocked.

The Mongolian men and women beside him could tell what was going on, so they started jeering and shouting, "Dance together, sing together!"

At this moment, a man's sinister voice was suddenly heard. "The men of the Song Dynasty are all pustules. What qualifications do they have to sing and dance with my Mongol Prince's woman?"

Everyone turned to look. It turned out to be the nephew of Torrigo, Za Hao. It was unknown when he had arrived as well.

Kublai had always been afraid of the heavens and the earth. He stood up and shouted angrily, "Zhahao, bully my sister! I didn't come here to settle the score, but today you've come looking for me. How dare you insult my guest? Do you want to die?"

"Kublai, as a Mongolian man, what can be wrong with chasing after a woman? Let's put aside today's matters. Don't you all think highly of this Song Dynasty pretty boy? Let him compete with me to see who's stronger." Zayad said arrogantly to Kublai.

After hearing what Zayad had said, he mocked Zayad, "You, you were beaten to the point of fleeing when you were just outside the city with my big brother junior Xuan. Could it be that you have already forgotten about it?"

"That's all in the past. Why bring it up? We in Mongolia love men who drink a lot. Today, I want to compete with him for a drink." Zayad pointed at Xin Xiuxuan and quickly said.

He said quickly, "Hmph, big brother Youngest Xuan has already drank a lot. Everyone knows that you are our Mongolia's number one drunkard. This is unfair."

"Then I'll have a jar first." Zayad said.

After he finished speaking, he actually drank a jar of horse milk wine in one gulp.

He then used his small eyes to look at Xin Xiaoyuan and asked, "Pretty boy, do you dare to have a drink with your grandpa?"