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On June 12th, the embroidered red banner stronghold was located in the outskirts of Jincheng, three hundred miles away from Xuanwu Pass...

Groups of slaves were under the command of a group of savage and stout Monroe warriors, waving their rough farm tools to reclaim a soft land under their feet.

Under Tuoba Yuhai's suggestion, the Mengluo Empire has gradually transformed from a nomadic civilization to an agricultural civilization.

Although this process is quite slow and cannot be changed overnight, Tuoba Yuhai and Tuoba Hongye, who are well aware of the advantages of agricultural civilization, are still determined to carry it on, because this is quite important factor in the future rule of entering the Central Plains.

Tuoba Yuhai, who is deeply influenced by the culture of the Central Plains, knows that it is absolutely impossible to manage such a vast land in the Central Plains alone by relying on war horses and scimitars. In the end, it still depends on cultural governance. First of all, in terms of living habits, the Monroe people must be integrated into the ordinary people of the Central Plains. Only in this way can the alien races avoid severe backlash from entering the Central Plains.

During the Western Expedition, the Monroe selected slaves with rich experience in farmland and craftsmen from the various Western ethnic groups captured by the Monroe people who had rich experience in various aspects of work. These people had a higher status than ordinary slaves and had relatively loose power.

With the help of these craftsmen and farmers, there have been scattered farmland and dense craftsman workshops in the desert outside the Great Wall. Although the scale is far from comparable to that of the Central Plains, it has given the Monroe Empire, which once relied solely on animal husbandry as its main means of livelihood.

"Hehehe..."

A sneer came into the ears of the slaves who were reclaiming wasteland.

But four young men of the Monroe nobles who had only a pair of ponytails, holding horse whip, came to the working slave group with a smile and looked around. Finally, their eyes were fixed on the female slaves in the Central Plains, greedily patrolling the pretty woman...

Finally, one of the noble young men with golden rings hanging on the earlobe lit up his eyes and found a female slave about seventeen years old sowing seeds. She couldn't help but lick her dry lips, muttered a few words in Huyu and her companions around her, and laughed and surrounded her with a snicker.

Although the female slave had messy hair and ragged clothes, her face was still pretty. If she cleaned the mud stains on her face and dressed up, she would definitely be a beautiful little beauty.

The woman's name is Lu Xiao'e. She is the girl under fifteen years old who died at Xuanwu Pass and was arrested back to the Xiuhong Banner Tribe.

Since her father died tragically, the Loksman's sword, she has been living a very hard life, and she has endless work waiting for her every day, just like reclaiming farmland now.

"Hehe, you're here~"

The teenager of the Golden Ring nobleman shocked Lu Xiao'e, who was concentrating on spreading seeds, and after seeing the ill-intentioned smile of the young man Mengluo, he quickly took a few steps back and kept bowing and tremblingly said, "It's good, master..."

This Mengluo nobleman was named Yuwen Lue, who was the younger brother of Yuwen Zhou and Yuwen Han. He was just fifteen years old and was very lustful and tyrannical.

Yuwen Lue looked at Lu Xiao'e without saying a word, but just smiled evilly, then stretched out his palm to touch Lu Xiao'e's face.

Seeing Lu Xiao'e avoiding her in horror, Yu Wenluo's dissatisfaction immediately aroused: "What? Shouldn't the slave just obey the master's words? Starting from the time you became a slave of the embroidered red banner, everything you should belong to the master, don't you know..."

Lu Xiaoe gently put down her lower lip and shrank a few steps back. The slaves around her remained silent about this. After all, she was just a slave who worked. How dare she manage the affairs of the Yuwen family?

Seeing that Lu Xiao'e didn't speak, Yuwen Lue said with a treacherous smile: "You wanted to escape from our embroidered red banner, but you were caught back. I missed the coming-of-age ceremony for this. So many years have passed. I really didn't expect you to be a young man, hehe..."

Yuwen Lue smiled a few times at his companions, pointed at Lu Xiao'e and said, "It's better to let me be the master, and let me do it today..."

When Lu Xiaoe heard this, she was so scared that she was out of her mind. She knelt down and cried and begged: "Please go around me, right? My master is a daughter-in-law, and my body is not worthy of my master..."

Yuwen said disdainfully: "It's not your lowly female slave who deserves it. Sada, Mahan, drag her to the mountain bag and make up for the adult gift..."

"Okay, master..."

The two Yuwen Lue's servants immediately rolled up their sleeves and held Lu Xiao'e. Regardless of her begging, they dragged her towards a nearby mountain bag, while Yuwen Lue kept laughing loudly with a whip.

"Stop it! Let her go!"

At the critical moment, a loud shout sounded, but another young man named Mengluo galloped over to see Yuwen Lu bullying Lu Xiao'e, and was furious.

Yuwen was slightly shocked and immediately lost interest. He left Lu Xiao'e and left with the two slaves as if they were running away...

"Well~~"

The young man Mengluo rode his horse to Lu Xiao'e, called his mount, turned over and jumped off the horse's back, and hurried forward to help Lu Xiao'e, who was so scared that she was crying, and comforted softly:

"It's okay, don't be afraid. With me here, no one will hurt you..."

Lu Xiaoe slowly raised her head. The handsome young man in front of her was Yuwen Hu, sixteen years old. He is the fifth son of Yuwen Zhou, the leader of the red flag embroidered with red flags. He is kind and simple. Since Lu Xiaoe was killed, Yuwen Hu has been protecting her. She has not been insulted in a wild tribe for so many years.

Yuwen Hu grabbed Lu Xiao'e's hand, looked at the scars on the back of her hand, and frowned and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Lu Xiao'e hurriedly pulled her hand back, shook her head and said to Yuwen Hu, "Thank you for your help. The maid is used to doing farm work. These minor injuries are nothing serious..."

Yuwen Hu was silent for a while after hearing this, then pulled Lu Xiao'e up and said, "Come with me..." Then he pulled Lu Xiaoe and ran towards the mountain bag.

After arriving at the mountain bag, Yuwen Hu took out three eggs from his leather jacket and stuffed them into Lu Xiao'e's hand and said, "Give it, hurry up and eat it while it's hot, I specially sent it to you..."

Lu Xiaoe took the egg and felt moved. To be honest, the young man Mengluo in front of her has been silently taking care of herself and protecting herself, and has been punished by Yu Wen Zhou a lot for this.

There are rules on the grassland that the Monroe cannot be too close to slaves, otherwise they will lose their identity and damage the Monroe people's face.

But Yuwen Hu didn't care about this. After Lu Xiao'e's father died, he, who was one year younger than Lu Xiao'e, acted as the second protective umbrella in her life, allowing her to live until now without any danger.

"You eat quickly, and rest here for a while after eating. When the sun sets, I will come to escort you. I will guarantee that I will not let Yuwen Lue, a bad boy, bully you again. I will go and make the wind for you..."

After Yuwen Hu finished his instructions, he stood up and walked out of the mountain bag, trying his best to pretend to be a quarrel of nothing to do and go back and forth to cover Lu Xiao'e.

Suddenly, when he saw two majestic figures walking towards him, he couldn't help but feel nervous and stood in a straight position.

The visitor was not someone else, but Tuoba Yuhai and Suguidetai. When he saw Yuwen Hu, Tuoba Yuhai smiled and greeted him.

When he came to Yuwen Hu, Tuoba Yuhai gently pinched his cheek and asked kindly: "Ahu, why are you standing here stupidly?"

Yuwen Hu hurriedly said, "Wang, it's nothing, I'm just just wandering around here..."

When Tuoba Yuhai heard this, he glanced at Shanbao, but did not point out Yuwen Hu's thoughts. He still asked with a smile: "I heard from your mother that you have been working hard to learn the culture of the Central Plains recently?"

Yuwen Hu nodded: "Yes, my father said that if you want to rule the Central Plains in the future, you must first learn the culture of the Central Plains, so that they can listen to our Monroe people and be our slaves forever..."

Tuoba Yuhai smiled and said, "Ahu, you are wrong. We, the Monroe people, learn the culture of the Central Plains to better integrate into them, rather than enslave them as rulers.

I hope that on the day when we, the Monroe, entered the Central Plains, we can live together under the blue sky, whether we, the Monroe, or the Central Plains.

We will not distinguish between each other, eliminate barriers, and let there be no war in the whole world, and live peacefully together. This is the purpose of our entry into the Central Plains. Do you understand?"

Yuwen Hu scratched his head and said, "Wang, but my father said that people in the Central Plains should be enslaved by us.

Their emperor was too dizzy, the ministers were all incompetent, the army was bloodless, and the people were cowardly like sheep, and they were not worthy of occupying the great country and rivers..."

"Then do you think your father is right?" Tuoba Yuhai asked, "I just regard myself as a conqueror. Do you think the people in the Central Plains will truly surrender to our rule?"

Yuwen Hu was speechless for a moment, and he had never thought about such a problem carefully...

Tuoba Yuhai sighed tiredly. The entire high-level members of the Monroe Empire were educated in this way. They had instilled their thoughts of conquering the Central Plains and enslaving their people since childhood. This could not be easily changed.

"Haha~~"

"Report to the letter from the Auxiliary King, the banner leader Yu Wen Zhou~"

Tuoba Yuhai, who was talking about Central Plains culture with Yuwen Hu, was suddenly interrupted by a rapid sound of horse hooves and torn voices in the distance.

Tuoba Yuhai smiled at Yuwen Hu and went straight to the running horse.

After the horse was prodded on the horse's back landed, Tuoba Yuhai took the letter he handed over and opened it to read it.

"Bastard! Who allowed them to send troops to attack Xuanwu Pass? What a courage!" After reading the contents of the letter, Tuoba Yuhai immediately shouted in a deep voice, pointed at the horse and asked, "What happened to Xuanwu Pass? Say!"

The stalker trembled all over, knelt on the ground and lowered his head and said, "Report to the king, two Central Plains envoys came to the camp a few days ago. After they left, the Lord of Yuchi Banner began to prepare for the attack on Xuanwu Pass, threatening to fight down!"

"The messengers of the Central Plains? What are their origins and characteristics?" Tuoba Yuhai frowned and suddenly felt that things were not that simple.

Tanma thought for a while and said, "By the way, I should die. I forgot what the Lord of Yuchi Banner brought. One of the messengers left a sentence to convey to the king."

"What do you mean?" Tuoba Yuhai asked.

Tanma thought for a while and said, "It seems that we are telling us to convey it to the king and ask if the king has the whereabouts of Princess Jukang..."

"What did you say? Say it again!"

When he heard this sentence, a trace of extremely incredible expression appeared in Tuoba Yuhai's eyes.

"Ask Wang if Princess Jukang's whereabouts..." Tanma replied truthfully.

"Oh no!" Tuoba Yuhai shouted fiercely and said to Suguide, "Get ready to go to Xuanwu Pass immediately, it's too late!"

Suguide had never seen Tuoba Yuhai so nervous. After the initial surprise, he was dragged towards Jincheng before he could ask for the reason...
Chapter completed!