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    Sukhbalu personally inspected the stables before nightfall, told the soldiers on night watch to be more careful, and then hurried back to the main tent.

    Animals are the guarantee for the entire tribe to survive the winter. During this season, Sukhbalu patrols every day and never hesitates.  Especially in the past few years, the plow-bearing tribe and the Tuba tribe have been fighting overtly and covertly. Although the two tribes have not openly quarreled with each other, since the autumn, the small tribes that rely on Tuba have frequently provoked the tribes that rely on the plow-bearing tribe. How could they not rely on them?  dare?

    Sukhbalu snorted disdainfully at first. Three years ago, he unilaterally tore up the marriage with the Tuba tribe and heard that the princess had already married the prince of the Weike tribe.  Then he thought of his wife and children waiting for him in the tent. A gentle smile appeared on Sukhbalu's face and he quickened his pace again.

    The lights in the big tent were still on. Sukhbalu first took off his cold-stained coat and hung it on the shelf by the door before walking in. He saw Furong sewing clothes under the oil lamp and said, "You are pregnant.  Just leave these jobs to other women in the clan."

    Fleur raised her head and glared, and whispered softly while sewing: "Please keep your voice down, Agula has just fallen asleep."

    Sukhbalu looked at the sleeping baby and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sister, this child is sleeping soundly and can't even be woken up by thunder."

    Hearing this, Furong had a motherly look in her eyes. She put down the half-sewn animal skin jacket in her hand and caressed her bulging belly: "I hope this baby is a son."

    Sukhbalu did not hear the worry in his wife's words. He sat down carelessly and said enthusiastically: "Sister, today at the shooting range Agulla actually fired a small soft bow and hit the bullseye five steps away. I asked someone to hold it."  I gave her a pony, but this child actually disliked Black Wind who insisted on riding me." Sukhbalu continued with a proud face: "Even I can only shoot a small soft bow at the age of four! Most of the children in the clan are  You can only draw a bow at the age of six, and even if you draw it, you may not be able to hit the target. Our Agula is only three years old! I think she will be the one to be given the title of 'Zhebie' from now on."

    Furong sighed softly: "Yes, this child looks different every day. The little coat I made a while ago is already a little short"

    Fleur touched her swollen belly again: God bless this baby to be a boy, so that her daughter can regain her identity as soon as possible.

    "The child is only three years old. I don't think you will take her to the pasture tomorrow, right?"

    Sukhbalu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

    Furong was hesitant to speak several times, but under her husband's patient gaze, she finally said it: "Today Agula saw the youngest son of the Gucci family" Furong's face turned red and it was hard to say anything.

    Sukhbalu asked: "What? Did he bully Agula?"

    "Noyes, it was Agula who saw the other party urinating. When he came back, he asked me why it was different there."

    Sukhbalu patted his wife on the shoulder and said with relief: "The Gucci family's youngest son is only four years old. Besides, Agula is still a child and he won't be able to remember it in a few days."

    "But I'm still worried! Fortunately, Agula didn't say anything at the time, nor did he ask anyone else! Otherwise, what should I do?"

    Sukhbalu was silent for a moment and hugged Furong into his arms. He kissed her smooth forehead and raised his big hand like a cattail leaf to carefully place it on Furong's swollen belly: "Okay, I won't take her with me tomorrow. I know what you are worried about.  , Big brother assures you that that situation will never happen. Tubabe has been very restless recently and it is really not suitable for him to restore Agula's identity. I have wronged you."

    Fleur shook her head and leaned against the man's broad chest, placing her slender hand on the back of her husband's hand.

    She has lived a very happy life in the past few years. Her husband, who is a great Khan, only married her and treated her very lovingly.

    Although she had not read any books, she also knew that women who married into wealthy families in Wei State could not show their faces easily.  But on the prairie she was free to come and go wherever the plow was supported.  Her husband not only encourages her to show up but also often takes her to important occasions.  Furong has lived under the protection of this "big brother" since she was a child, so her private title has not changed after so many years of marriage, and Sukhbalu also treats Furong as before.

    There is only one thing that makes Furong sad every time she thinks about it: the body and skin are affected by the parents. In the Wei Kingdom, only prisoners assigned to the prison can be tattooed, not to mention that Agula is still a daughter's home!  How can a mother like her feel at ease when the Wolf King tattoo is printed on her chest?

    ¡°It¡¯s just these words that she must never say out loud.  So as not to hurt your husband's heart.

    After being silent for a while, Sukhbalu continued: "Agula is much smarter than ordinary children. If you have time, you might as well tell her your life story slowly. In the eyes of others, she is our first prince after all, and this child is born to  Running on the grassland, waiting untilhe?  "

    Agula curled his lips and replied casually: "It's just a rabbit. Is it worthy of your anger?"

    ¡°Forget it if it¡¯s someone else, Harbala does too many things like this because of his high status, and now he¡¯s bullying you!¡±

    Agula put down the teacup and wiped the corners of Xiaodie's mouth, then turned to look at Bayin: "What else? Do you want to fight him over a rabbit?"

    "Just hit him? Who is afraid of him!"

    Agula smiled and patted Bayin on the shoulder: "He is seven years older than us! Besides, rabbits are not a rare thing. We will hunt yellow deer another day."

    Bayin¡¯s eyes lit up: ¡°Really?¡±

    "Um."

    "Then the deerskin belongs to me this time?"

    "for you!"

    Bayin immediately turned from anger to joy, rubbed his hands happily, and wished he could go immediately.

    "Brother, I want to go too."

    Agula pinched Xiaodie's chubby cheeks: "When Xiaodie grows up, my brother will teach you how to ride a horse"

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