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On the fifth day of the sixth month, Langya Wangting, sunny day...

"Beat you a lowly embryo to death, and rely on how good you are, you can climb up to my head? Tell you, this is the grassland of Hulan people. You women in the Central Plains are the most humble slaves, why don't you clean up these things on the ground..."

Outside a cowhide felt bag in Wangting, a rough-looking alien woman kept whipping at a ragged Central Plains woman because she accidentally knocked over a clay pot filled with half a can of horse milk...

Although the whip made of rattan was not as terrifying as the skin and flesh of the horse whip on his body, it was still extremely painful. The woman in the Central Plains knelt on the ground, letting the vine whip fall on her thin body. She gritted her teeth and kept diluting the horse's milk on the ground with the towel on her hand, and then twisted it hard into the wooden basin on the side.

The submissive personality of these Central Plains women made these alien women who grew up on the grassland even more arrogant. Although their identities are equally humble and lowly in the eyes of their men, they can only experience the momentum that the mistress should have in front of these Central Plains women kneeling on the ground.

Of course, another reason why the women who grew up in the grassland tribes were so mean to these Central Plains slaves was that their appearance seriously endangered their insignificant status in front of men.

Due to the different growth environments, most women in the Central Plains have delicate skin, and they have to leave behind the alien women who grew up in the bitter and cold places outside the border. Even if they are captured as slaves, they are still very popular among Hulan men.

This is the inevitable choice of any normal man. Since women are also used as containers here, they will naturally choose a better and more comfortable vent if possible...

Over time, these alien women began to develop strong hostility towards the slaves of the Central Plains on the grassland. Although their status was only a little higher than that of the slaves, this was enough. In addition, the women of the Central Plains were weak and could be bullied and obedient, so they began to torture them while the men at home were no longer changing directions to satisfy their distorted self-esteem...

The Hulan woman's scolding and whipping sounds echoed before the cowhide tent. The herdsmen passing by did not respond to this scene. This situation happened almost every day in the royal court and even the tribes on the grassland.

Slaves, the lowest creatures, will not have any slight fluctuations in their hearts even if they are beaten to death, let alone any guilt.

In addition to the cowhide felt bags of Hulan's women who whipped the slaves in the Central Plains, two five or six-year-old children were looking at all in front of them. From their childish and laughing faces, it can be seen that they were very happy to see such a scene.

This is also the policy of the entire Hulan royal court, which is to plant the image of the Central Plains people being weak and bullied in the hearts of these young Hulan boys, and can only be enslaved and driven by the noble Hulan people, even if the Central Plains women who were beaten in front of them were their biological mothers...

It’s just because they are flowing with their father’s blood, and their father is the greatest race on the Hulan grassland, and one day they will become a man like their father, who can wield their whips and beat those slaves with all their heart’s content.

"Enough, stop beating, please forgive her, she has received the punishment she deserves..."

At this moment, a pleasant sound rang out of the cowhide felt bag. When the Hulan woman heard this, she immediately threw away the vine whip in her hand and knelt on the ground, her face full of fear, which was completely different from the arrogant ones she had before. Seeing this, the herdsmen and slaves around her knelt down one after another, with great respect.

Not far away, a noble and gorgeous Hu robe came into everyone's eyes, step by step towards the cowhide felt bag, and a pair of blue eyes with spiritual eyes fell on the slave who was beaten and endured the pain. This woman was the Da Yan family of Khan King Han, Tuoba Yue...

"The noble and supreme Da Yan, your servant greets you..."

The Hulan woman crawled in front of Tuoba Yue's feet and trembled to pay her respects.

Tuoba Yue ignored her, but walked straight to the trembling woman in the Central Plains, reached out to help her out from the ground, and then said to her gently: "What mistake did you make? What is your mistress punishing you like this? By the way, what's your name?"

The woman in the Central Plains was so scared that she took two steps back, and knelt in front of Tuoba Yue again and said respectfully to her: "The Great Yan family is all my fault. I knocked over the clay pot containing horse milk. I should be punished like this. My servant is Alan..."

After hearing this, Tuoba Yue shook her head and helped Alan up again, took her hand and came to the Hulan woman and said, "Get up too, don't kneel..."

Upon hearing this, Hulan woman obediently got up from the ground, lowered her head and stood on the side of Tuoba Yue, not daring to look directly at her.

Tuoba Yue sighed and said to the Hulan woman earnestly: "As the mistress of this felt bag, your husband is out of war. You should fulfill your responsibilities as a mistress. You are like a shrew who is furious in the royal court because of these tiny things. Are you right for your husband's trust in you?"

"What Da Yan taught is that your servants obey your tireless teachings..."

The Hulan woman bowed deeply to Tuoba Yue respectfully, and her expression was extremely nervous. Tuoba Yue was the pearl in the palm of the saint emperor Tuoba Hongye of the grassland, and the Da Yan clan of Khan King Han. This huge identity gap made her dare not say anything to disobey.

After scolding Hulan's woman, Tuoba Yue looked at Alan again, feeling that the hand she was holding was shaking constantly. Obviously, Alan was still extremely scared...

"Don't be afraid, just be careful next time. If you are tired, tell your hostess well, I believe that our women on the grassland can understand your pain and will not always treat you like this..."

Tuoba Yue couldn't help comforting Alan, who was extremely scared, which made her feel a trace of long-lost warmth appear in her heart, and shed tears of excitement.

When he was young, Alan, who was immersed in the warmth, realized that he had passed away. He quickly knelt in front of Tuoba Yue and surrendered: "Da Yan, your status is extremely noble. How can you use your noble jade hands to touch a lowly slave? Please forgive me. Today, everything is the fault of my servant. I should be punished..."

Tuoba Yue frowned immediately, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, and said to Alan: "Get up, don't kneel down. Putting aside that identity, you and I are both women, why bother so trembling?"

However, no matter what Tuoba Yue said, Alan just didn't want to get up again. Here, their identities are the most humble. They not only have to do the hardest and most tiring work, but also serve the ugly, short and strong Hulan men. They have to endure the oppression of their mistress from time to time. Only during the pregnancy period will life be slightly better, until the moment the child is born, they will return to their original identity again...

She is only twenty-five years old and is already the mother of two children, but those two children do not belong to her. They have been adopted by the hostess since they were born, and she cannot recognize them. The child will never know that his mother is a lowly Central Plains woman. Her destiny is still confused and there is no hope...

Tuoba Yue shook her head in disappointment, then looked at the hostess of Hulan and said to her: "I don't want to see you whip and punish your servants at will. They are also part of the grassland. I hope you can remember your identity and not do anything to make the Hulan people and the royal court embarrassed..."

The woman in Hulan said repeatedly: "Everything is followed by your arrangement, Da Yan..."

Tuoba Yue nodded, looked at the woman in the Central Plains again, then turned around with a sad expression, and walked towards the royal court's golden tent surrounded by guards and servants.

"Oh, I really want to have a friend talking together, it's so lonely..." Tuoba Yue sighed in his heart when he thought of living his life in this strange grassland in the future.

After all, Tuoba Yue is only seventeen years old this year. No matter how noble she is, she is just a young girl in the season. Under her calm and dignified appearance, she actually suppresses a lively and slutty passion. It’s just that her special identity cannot show it…

"May the glory of the mother of the earth shine on you, our great clan..."

The hostess Hulan bowed respectfully to Tuoba Yue's leaving figure, then changed his expression, and his cold eyes swept towards Alan who was kneeling on the ground, and picked up the vine whip that was thrown on the ground.

Feeling the chill in the hostess' eyes, Alan didn't dare to breathe, but quietly continued to dilute the horse's milk on the ground with a towel, while waiting for the vine whip to fall on her scarred body again...

"Okay, stop doing it, get up!" The hostess shouted, put away the vine whip in her hand, and said to Alan, "Since it's Da Yan who pleads for you, I'll let you go this time. There is not much fuel needed in the tent. You can go to the ranch to pick up some cow and horse manure. The bamboo basket is behind the felt bag. Carry it over quickly. Remember to come back earlier to cook for the child..."

Alan exhaled, leaned over and bowed to the hostess, then went to the back of the felt bag and carried a bamboo basket and took two long bamboo tongs, and walked towards the ranch outside the royal court.

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In the ranch outside the royal court, in addition to herdsmen, female slaves of various ethnic groups can be seen everywhere picking up cows and horse manure on the ground with bamboo baskets on their backs. Especially in the places where horses are released, there are even crowds of people...

There is not no coal, but it is terrible and mysterious for the tribes of the grassland. They dare not touch it. They think that it is the flesh and blood left by the devil on earth and will be taken away by it. Once, someone on the grassland used to use coal as fuel to cause the entire felt bag to be poisoned. After that incident, they stayed away from coal. Therefore, the feces and firewood of some livestock are still the main fuels of the tribes of the grassland...

Alan also followed these slaves, constantly picking up the remains of the livestock feces left on the ground with bamboo tongs and throwing them into the bamboo basket behind him. In a short while, half of the basket was filled.

"call……"

The sunshine in the beginning of summer shone on her body, making Alan sweat all over her body. She couldn't help but lift her sore waist and back, and exhaled to take a break.

Suddenly...

The horizon in the distance...

A wave of yellow sand is slowly approaching itself...

After a while, Alan felt the land under her feet start to vibrate slightly...

“That’s…”

When the yellow sand approached and dissipated, Alan's eyes quickly magnified, and there was only one in her pupils...

"What a beautiful feather..."
Chapter completed!