Yang Hao also heard about different versions of the rumors about the first night power. In his opinion, no matter what purpose it is, what kind of folk customs, religions, and privileges are used as rhetoric, this kind of thing is despicable, at least lacks the minimum respect for people. Eight                                                                                            

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CoM However, there are different customs in a hundred miles, and different people's views on the same thing are sometimes very different.

In the eyes of the Wusugu people, it was an obligation that the bride had to offer her first night to the Khitan firemen, and it was not unacceptable to pay other taxes such as cattle, sheep, fur, ginseng, beads and grass. Forty years ago, the Khitan cavalry conquered Wusugu, and from then on they could only live in the shadow of the Khitans and silently endured everything imposed on them by the Khitans.

Adult men and women here have been suffering from this. When resistance is ineffective, they can only frown and drink this glass of bitter wine, treat suffering as a part of their life, and strive to accept it. This may be the difference between humans and animals.

Yang Hao looked at Mu Long with a complicated mood. She was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, listening to the conversation between Gashan's father, Qi Meili and Xiao Miyi in panic and helpless. Mu Lugu held Mu Long's hand with a serious face but was not painful. While talking and laughing, the three of them decided everything. Xiao Miyi snatched Mu Long from Mu Lugu's hand into her hand. The mother and daughter whispered for a while, and Mu Long started crying. Xiao Miyi hugged her daughter in her arms and comforted her softly, and shed tears.

Qi Meili's expression became impatient. Old Dad Gashan seemed to feel that the mother and daughter were a little verbose, so he coughed impolitely. Old Dad Xiao Miyi quickly wiped his tears and solemnly handed Mu Long to Old Dad Gashan. Old Dad Gashan told her a few words and then handed her over to the Khitan Fire Master.

The tent of Qimei's book is ready, and now it is time for him to enjoy his privileges. Everyone is looking at all this dullly. What kind of regret will it be if a girl cannot dedicate her pure first to the person she loves? Power can suppress everything, even reverse right and wrong, but it cannot permanently destroy people's inner pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty. Since they are humans, their hearts are the same.

Although it was close, Qimeilie still proudly got on the horse. Gashan's father and Mu Lugu worked together to lift Mu Long onto the horse. So in front of everyone, the Khitan tax officer hugged someone else's bride and left proudly.

Yang Hao felt a kind of entanglement that he had never felt before. He could not believe everything in front of him. After Mu Long left, Mu Lugu continued to drink with his partner, and Aunt Xiao Miyi was still entertaining the guests enthusiastically and thoughtfully. Smiles appeared on the guests' faces again, and there were still strings and music and dances, and the atmosphere was still harmonious.

Yang Hao was already in a state of delight. He staggered back to his tent with a pot of wine. The first time he entered the door, he saw the horizontal knife hanging on the wooden pillar. Although the horse milk wine was low in alcohol, it could be intoxicating if he drank too much. Yang Hao suddenly threw away his cane and grabbed the horizontal knife. He tried to press the spring to pull the knife out, but he felt extremely weak in his hands and feet. The spring could not be pressed, and the knife was still in the sheath. Yang Hao punched the wooden pillar and cried. He couldn't figure out who he was crying for, but he felt panic in his heart.

Suddenly, there was an extra person in the tent, and a strong figure as if it was a black panther appeared silently behind him. With just one punch, Yang Hao lost consciousness.

On the morning of the second day, Yang Hao woke up. It was already bright and the surroundings were extremely quiet. His head was still drowsy and uncomfortable. Yang Hao sat up and shook his neck. Suddenly, he jumped up - how could I lie here?

Yang Hao was surprised to find that the place he was in was not his own bedroom, and the decorations here were all new.

Not good! Why did I enter Mu Long's new house? Yang Hao's wooden pillars in his tent are wrapped in bright red, black and blue silks. Silk is an extremely precious item here and is only used when the newlyweds get married.

There were brand new bedding on the bed and newly made bows and arrows hanging on the wall. Yes, this is indeed Mu Long’s new house.

Yang Hao calmed down. The scene he had born last night was faintly visible in front of him. He was knocked unconscious from behind after being drunk. When he woke up, he arrived here. If it weren't for a prank, it would be a conspiracy. He was still a patient and an outsider. Who would have played such a prank with him? Yang Hao suddenly felt cold in his heart: Maybe he had fallen into a conspiracy set by someone?

Conspiracy, another conspiracy, why do I always associate with conspiracy in my life?

He stepped up a few steps to the door, opened the curtain and looked out. Everyone in the tribe gathered in the open space in front of his father's house. There was a square where the tribe held conferences and celebrations, but at this moment, there was a nervousness. The men, women, young and old in the tribe stood in the center of the square, and Khitan soldiers were surrounded.

A corpse was parked on the earthen platform in a corner of the square. There were a row of people kneeling in front of the corpse, including men and women, who were too far away to see their faces clearly.

What happened to him after he fell into a coma? Do you need to escape now? Yang Hao kept asking himself, and immediately he denied this idea. Everyone was driven to the square, leaving him alone. It can be seen that the Khitans did not know their existence before, and fleeing rashly would make them more likely to be revealed.

Escape doesn't seem to be a wise move.

However, in order to prevent it, Yang Hao decided to change the place, which is too close to the square, and it is definitely not a safe hiding place.

Yang Hao slipped into the forage shed at a corner of the square. The roof was lifted by the strong wind, and the grass was soaked in snow and water. It had been abandoned for a long time and no one had used it. This place should be a safety place. Looking out through the dilapidated wooden gate, everything on the square was in your eyes, and even words that could be heard.

Oh my God, it was him! Yang Hao saw the face of the corpse from the front, and he was suddenly shocked. The deceased was Qimeilie, the tax officer of the Khitan, and the Supreme Emperor of Wusugu. Why did he die? He died of a sudden illness or was assassinated?

Yang Hao tends to believe the latter, and there are two reasons: First, if he dies from a sudden illness, the Khitans do not need to be murderous, as if they are facing a great enemy; Second, Yang Hao instinctively believes that Qimeilie was killed by Mu Lugu, and that he is a man who can endure the great humiliation of his wife's first night to others.

But Yang Hao quickly denied the idea that Mu Lugu was the murderer. The Wusugu people were oppressed for forty years. They had accepted everything that the Khitans imposed on them. The rules that outsiders seemed unreasonable and even cruel, but they were used to them. How could Mu Lugu, who was born and raised, be exceptional? This cannot be a reason for hatred. How could he have the motive for killing?

If it weren't Mu Lugu, who would it be? Just as Yang Hao was waiting for the answer, Qimeilei's deputy, a goatee-bearded Khitan, suddenly jumped up excitedly. He grabbed Mu Long, who was kneeling in front of Qimeilei's body, then fired his bow left and right, slapped her several times, and finally pushed her to the ground fiercely.

The Khitan warrior rushed up and held Mu Long down, forcing her to kneel down to Goatbeard. Mu Long stubbornly straightened her back, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, but there was a sense of unyielding look in her eyes. Goatbeard began to criticize Mu Long's crimes. Every time he said something, he translated it from the translation around him into Wusugu language to the people in the square to listen to it.

"Whoever you despicable and lowly people who killed Mr. Qimeilie will stand up by themselves, otherwise they will all be buried with Lord Qimeilie."

From this angle, Yang Hao could clearly see the "them" kneeling in front of the earthen platform: Dad Gashan, four elders, Aunt Xiao Miyi, Mu Lugu and his wife, and a few strong young people.

"This is not fair!" a woman shouted, "They are not the murderers."

"Then tell me who the murderer is?" Goatee smiled coldly.

The crowd was boiling, and people were squirming and guessing who the murderer was.

"Maybe it was that Tang man." Someone shouted.

"It must be him, Tangren has a grudge against you." Someone echoed.

More and more people echoed, and everyone shouted in unison: "Tangren is the devil! Hang that person!"

The furious crowd walked towards the tent where Yang Hao lived.

"Listen to me, he is not the murderer."

In the chaos, Mu Long tried to defend Yang Hao at the top of her lungs, but her voice quickly disappeared. An elder told her not to speak, and Dad Gashan was also persuading something.

Yang Hao was a little grateful to the person who knocked him out last night. If he hadn't knocked him out, he would have become a scapegoat in a mess. In order to protect himself, Wusugu people would not give him a chance to speak. And the goatee would turn a blind eye because he wanted to give an explanation to the above.

Mu Long's new house is next to the square, which makes it possible for him to know the danger. In addition, according to the tradition of the Wusugu people, a man spending overnight in a new house will lose his life. In other words, when Mu Long is not here, Mu Lugu will not move into the new house.

Now it's time to leave. Not far from the weed shed is a stable. No one will notice him when the chaos escapes. Yang Hao quietly got up and was about to leave, but suddenly Mu Long's shrill scream came.

A group of Khitan soldiers were surrounding Mu Lugu and fighting. Mu Long wanted to go for rescue, but was hugged by the goatee. Daddy Gashan, Aunt Xiao Miyi and others dared not speak out under the Khitan scimitar.

"If I just leave, they will be unable to escape." Yang Hao became hesitant, "It was them who saved me, and I can't stand by death and refuse to save me."

Yang Hao put on his leather jacket and strode out of the hay shed: "I am the murderer who killed Qimeilio, and I have nothing to do with them."

When Goatbeard saw someone surrendering, his eyes were lit with joy. A group of Khitan soldiers, like wolves and tigers, threw Yang Hao over, twisted his arms, pressed his head, and forced him to kneel down. Yang Hao straightened his waist and refused to submit. Goatbeard became angry. He snatched a wooden stick as thick as an arm and started hitting the head.

The bright red blood flowed down Yang Hao's forehead and blurred his eyes in an instant. He saw a pair of angry eyes, including Khitans and Wusugu.

The goatee pulled out the scimitar and put it on Yang Hao's neck, shouting, "Did you admit to killing Mr. Qimeilie?" Yang Hao spit out the blood in his mouth and nodded solemnly: "He is a bastard, he deserves to die."

This sentence was said in Wusugu's words. When the goatee understood the meaning, he was furious. He roared and raised his knife to chop. Suddenly, a young man next to him grabbed his wrist:

"He should be handed over to Khan for his crime."

The goatee glared at the young man: "Blood debt is paid, Khan will do this too."

"It is Khan's power to determine life and death, and you have no right to usurp the enemy." The young man just pushed it lightly, and the goatee staggered and almost fell down.

Yang Hao's life was temporarily saved. All except Mu Long were released. She was an insider of this case. She could not leave before Yang Hao was convicted and executed by the Khitan Khan.

Now the Wusugu people began to look at Yang Hao with another look. Everyone knew that he was innocent. He was injured in his hands and feet. How could he sneak into the Khitan Fire Master's tent? In order to protect himself, he slandered others as the murderer. Now others have taken the initiative to stand up and take responsibility to save themselves from disasters. If a person still has the slightest conscience, who will not be moved? Who will not blame himself?

The moment Yang Hao was taken away, the people of Wusugu lowered their heads silently. The people here knelt down without any rejoicing, and only bowed to the people they respected.
Chapter completed!