Fu Ting has always said that he really needs to preserve his physical strength right now.

When he arrived all the way from the North, in order to arrive at the fastest speed, everyone could only take turns to rest and explore the way. He slept less than two hours a day, and spent the rest of the time on the road, almost never even eating, drinking, or washing up.

After entering the city, he searched for Qichi for a moment and had no time to delay. Until now, he had not closed his eyes much.

He rubbed his fingers, and the fingertips seemed to be left with the slipperyness on her body, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself: If he didn't stop just now, he might not be able to stop.

Qi Chi raised his head in his arms and finally calmed down his breathing. His heart was still beating. Seeing his hand, his face became hot again and he whispered: "My body is dirty."

Fu Ting almost said something very slippery. Knowing that she had thin skin, she pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "No."

Qi Chi didn't make a sound, and his fingers unconsciously pulled the collar of his clothes.

The man's hands were too strong, and his chest still hurt a little numbly. She guessed that it might be red.

Fu Ting looked down at her again. Seeing that she was silent, he wondered if it was caused by his straightforward words and asked, "What do you think?"

Qichi was embarrassed to speak out, and said, "I just thought that I was so coincidental that I told you to see the eagle."

He laughed: "It can be seen that even God is standing on the north side this time."

This laugh seemed to be filled with a hint of ostentatious spirit.

Qichi couldn't help looking at his face with deep nose, and suddenly remembered what he had heard him say: I can't overcome this hurdle if I don't believe it.

For no reason, she also smiled.

Fu Ting took out the wine bag from his arms, unscrewed it and poured it on two mouths, raised his mind, took it back, dragged her wrist, and walked out of the dead tree.

The horse was eating grass outside.

He held her arms around her waist, sat on the horse with her, followed him on the stirrup, sat behind her and held her, and pulled the reins forward.

The horse's hooves stepped on the thatch that was long enough to the waist, and the more they walked, the more they became.

Qichi felt that he seemed to have deliberately, holding the reins in front of her, holding the reins, with his five fingers strong, controlling the direction of the horse, as if he was at ease.

Passing through a dense forest covered by the head, the horse goes downhill, and in front are clusters of tents, stationed among the half-green and rolling mountains, it seems to be a certain tribe living in.

Futing got off the horse and carried her down.

Qi Chi stepped on the ground and looked at it: "Where is this?"

He held her arm and said, "It's the Hu tribe I mentioned."

She asked, "What are you doing here?"

He said, "Didn't you say you're dirty?"

Only then did Qichi feel it, and when his arm moved, he was dragging him forward.

In front of the nearest tent, an elderly woman was sewing. When she saw someone bringing a horse over, she stood up.

Fu Ting let go of Qichi and said, "Wait for me."

She nodded and saw him strode over, stop in front of the old woman, speak a few words, take out some broken money from her waist and hand it to her, and turn his head and point it to her.

It was not a big deal. After giving money, Hu Min was easy to talk to. The old woman immediately replied with a smile and waved to Qichi.

She walked over, and the old woman from Fu Tingchao turned her head and said, "Go with her."

"What about you?" she asked.

He pulled his military uniform and looked at her: "I want to wash it, too."

Qichi nodded and followed the old woman into the tent.

The tent is not big, and the food and sleeping utensils are placed in the same room, which looks very crowded.

In the corner is a large wooden barrel, which is already old.

The old woman quickly carried a few buckets of water. After pouring it in, she added several stones to it. She was ready soon. She smiled at Qichi, said a word, and went out.

After a while, he came in again, holding a set of clothes in his hand and placed them next to the wooden barrel, and gestured up and down on her body.

Qi Chi understood what she meant to wear and thanked her.

The old woman went out, and I don’t know if she understood it.

Qichi closed the door of the tent, and when he untied his clothes and entered the water, he stepped on the warm stones and remembered why the old woman was moving so quickly.

In the past, I have heard of the Hu tribe method. These stones are burnt all the time and are very hot. The water is just poured in half the temperature, so it doesn't take long.

This is fine. Fu Ting took her to hide and hide, and this time was originally stolen.

...

Although he was very tired, Qi Chi didn't waste time on it. He washed his whole body with water, untied his hair and combed it for a while.

After washing, she got up to put on her clothes and realized that her chest was really red.

She bit her lip, and when she thought about it, the ears were about to get hot again, so she quickly stopped thinking and covered her clothes with her hands.

When I got the soft armor, I remembered that it was still worn by her.

She put it on as a warmth at that time, so she put it aside, thinking that she would change into the beard clothes for Fu Ting.

The round neck robe was already dirty, so she packed up, took the soft armor, walked out, and happened to run into Fu Ting.

He was loosely dressed in his military uniform and came from the other end, his hair and face were wet, obviously he had just washed it.

"Okay?" He stopped in front of the tent.

Qichi nodded, watching the water droplets poured from his hair onto his face and then fell into his slightly open chest, his eyes flashed slightly, and he handed him the soft armor: "I forgot this to you."

Fu Ting glanced at it: "Dressed."

She shook her head: "I don't need it either."

He took it, pressed his hand on her shoulder, pushed her into the tent.

When the tent door was closed, he took off her clothes outside.

She was stunned for a moment, and saw him raise his head, looking at her and saying, "The first time I wear a turtle clothes?"

She nodded: "Dressing wrong?"

He tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's too loose."

Originally, this dress was a bit loose to her, and she didn't tie it tightly, so she was peeled off as soon as he peeled it off.

Only then did Qichi understand his meaning, and he silently looked at him again, but saw him putting the soft armor in his hand on her again.

He then put on the beard dress for her, tightly tucked it, and tightened his belt.

"I told you to wear it." After saying that, he opened the curtain and walked out.

Qi Chi pulled her clothes straight, touched her face, and after a while he followed her out.

The old woman was still outside, cooking in a pot. When she saw her coming out, she waved her hand, as if she wanted to entertain her.

Qichi walked over and sat down on a stone next to him. When he saw his shadow, he remembered that his hair was still squinted.

She looked at the old woman. Most of the Hu women's hairstyles were neat and concise, which was very different from the Central Plains. At first glance, it was very different.

She smiled at the old woman, pointed at her hair, and pointed at her own hair, which meant that the old woman would tie her the same hairstyle.

Since the clothes have been changed, changing the hairstyle of Hu people will be more conducive to concealing it.

The old woman nodded with a smile, put down her work, wiped her hands, and fiddled with her hair. While touching her hair, she said something, as if she was praising her hair.

Qichi couldn't understand either, so he could only smile and sit and let her be busy. His eyes looked around and suddenly he found that there were many more horses outside the tent, and there were bows on the horse's back.

Futing's horse was also there, just wandering outside a yurt. She looked into the yurt and saw several people standing inside, an elderly man sitting in the middle.

A person standing opposite the old man.

Looking at the back, it was Fu Ting who was dressed in a well-dressed military uniform.

Qichi was several feet away, and the old man stared at Fu Ting, as if he was a little sluggish and his mouth opened and closed, and he said something.

The next moment, Fu Ting pulled open the belt on the cuff with one hand, loosened the cuff and lifted it up, revealing his strong arm. He touched the boots on the side of the leg with the other hand, pulled out the dagger and stroked it on his forearm.

Qi Chi was shocked, moved, his hair was pulled a little, and he frowned, and then he remembered that the old woman was still holding her hair.

The old woman probably saw it, walked around her, pointed to the yurt, shook her hand, patted her shoulder, and comforted her.

Qi Chi stared at it, feeling that the people in the yurt seemed to be shocked, and they all looked at each other.

The old man looked much better.

She stopped the old woman's hand and thought of getting up to see what was going on. But she saw that everyone in the yurt had walked out and sat back.

Fu Ting walked at the end, and the old man went out with him, and when he came out, he handed him a cloth towel.

He took it, pressed it on his forearm, wrapped it around, looked up at her, and then walked over here.

Qichi stared at him and asked, "What's going on?"

The old woman was finished at this time and went to stir the things cooked in the pot.

Futing sat down next to her and said, "I hurt their eagles."

Each tribe has its own rules. This tribe uses eagles as the totem. If they hurt their eagles, they will be equivalent to hurting their gods. He has nothing to avoid.
To be continued...