Tile blue surprised to open your eyes and then immediately laughed and put the gold coin back into Bai Jitai’s hand. "You have nothing to say after the price?" Hey, even Queen Haidan will come to see you perform Baijitai and her arrows in person. We will paint those arrows silver and that bow! "
Yilan winked desperately at Baijitai, and if he did as the man thought, they would soon attract Mogudin’s attention.
But Bai Jitai put the gold coin in her hand and said with a smile, "Painting will destroy a broken bow." Finally, she said, "And call me Ma Ailong. I once heard that name." She smiled more brightly with the bow. "Can I have one of those red dresses, too?"
Yilan breathed a sigh of relief greatly, and Nineveh looked like a horse about to vomit.
Chapter 37 Samara Performance
It seems that it’s the hundredth time. Nineveh puts her hair in a style and looks at herself in the mirror. Then she sighs out of the window and talks and laughs from hundreds of throats. Plus, the music that is almost completely submerged in the distance keeps drifting into the carriage to participate in the parade through Samara street. Nineveh doesn’t mind sitting in the carriage with Yilan. At that time, she occasionally glanced out of the window and believed that she absolutely didn’t want to be put in front of so many people for exhibition. The noisy crowd almost made the carriage pass, and every time she saw her red and copper hair, she felt that she would rather go with it.
Carefully don’t look at yourself. Her plain dark gray scarf tightly wraps around her body and turns her head. She is stunned. Bai Jitai has been waiting for Klein and Paita carriage in the parade. Clarine is changing Nineveh’s extra skirt to her size, and Nineveh’s dress is Varan. Without her consent, she ordered Clarine to do it. Bai Jitai is wearing her dyed black braid and hanging her breasts from her shoulders. It seems that she has no intention to the extremely low neckline. Nineveh is watching Bai Jitai and consciously tightening herself. I have a scarf, and Bai Jitai’s snow-white chest needs to show one nail width more, so this dress can be worn out. However, it is also quite ridiculous to wear this dress. Looking at her, Naiwei feels as if her heart is being pulled tight, not because she is exposed.
"Since you are going to wear such clothes, why do you have to wrap yourself up?" The car door behind Bai Jitai "You are a woman, why are you not proud of it?"
"If you don’t think it should be like this," Nineveh replied hesitantly, slowly exposing the scarf’s sliding elbow like the woman opposite. She felt that she was naked. "I want to … I want to …" Nineveh grabbed the silk skirt and set her hands at her sides, keeping her eyes fixed on Baiji Thai. Even though she knew that she was wearing the same clothes as the woman opposite, it still made Nineveh feel better.
Bai jitai made a face. "What if I asked you to lower the neckline by an inch?"
Nineveh opened her mouth and her cheeks became as red as a dress, but she didn’t say anything. When she finally said it, it sounded like she was going to be strangled. "You can’t put another inch. Look at yourself! Not even a tenth of an inch! "
Bai Jitai took three quick steps and bent down in front of Naiwei, staring at Naiwei’s eyes. "What if I say I want you to lower one inch?" She shouted, "What if I want you to paint your face and be a clown for Varan? What if I asked you to take off your clothes and paint you from head to toe? That must be a great target. Every man in fifty miles will come to see our performance. "
Nineveh opened her mouth, but this time she didn’t say anything. She wanted to close her eyes. Maybe when she opened her eyes again, she would find that none of this had happened.
Bai Jitai shook his head in disgust and turned to sit on the bed, with one elbow on his knee and sharp blue eyes still staring at Nineveh. "You must never go like this again. Every time I look at you, you will tremble. You always force me to do all kinds of things. If I glance at the stool, you will bring it to me; If I lick my lips, you will put a glass of wine in my hand, and I don’t even know that I am thirsty. If I don’t stop you, you will rub my back and put my slippers on my feet. I am not a monster, a cripple or a child. "
"I want to make up for it-"Nainiwei said timidly, but was startled by the growling voice of the opposite woman.
"compensation? You are demeaning me! "
"No, no, it’s not like this. I’m going to-"
"You and I are in charge," Baijitai interrupted her angrily. "It was I who decided to talk to Te Yalan Rui Audrix. I decided to help you. So was I who decided to search for Morgedin. I decided to take you to see her. It was me! Not you, Nineveh, but me! I’m not your puppet. Your hound was not then and is not now. "
Nineveh swallowed her saliva and held her skirt tighter. She was powerless to get angry with this woman, but Bai Jitai did something to her. "It was my fault that I asked you to do it … and it was all my fault that you came here!"
"Have I ever been to a mistake? I don’t see any mistakes. Only a man and a mindless little girl can say that they are wrong unreasonably. You are neither of these two people. "
"It was my stupidity and pride that allowed me to defeat her again, and it was my cowardice that made her … let her … if I wasn’t so afraid, I could do something in time."
"Cowardly?" BaiJiTai eyes reveal incredible disdain expression "you? I think you should have more sense to distinguish the difference between fear and cowardice. When Morgedin let you go, you could have escaped from Te Yalan Riode immediately, but you chose to stay and fight. You can’t blame yourself for what you can’t do. "Bai Jitai took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead, then leaned forward and looked intently at Nineveh." Listen to me, Nineveh. I won’t blame myself for what happened to you. I saw it, but I can’t change it. If Morgedin tied your body into a knot and dug your heart out like a stone.
"It’s different," Nineveh tried to erase the anger in her voice. "It’s my fault that you came here. It’s my fault. If you …" She stopped to swallow water. "If you … miss when you shoot an arrow at me today, I hope you know that I will understand."
"I have never missed the target," Bai Jitai said flatly. "I won’t take you as the target." She put everything in the cupboard on a small table. Those are semi-made arrows, polished arrow shafts, steel arrows, stone rubber pots, strings and gray goose feathers. She also said that she would make her own bow as soon as possible. She was called "a blind idiot cut a piece of ragged wood in the middle of the night and wrapped a rope around her face." "I used to like you, Naiwei."
"Now you have no reason to like me," Nainiwei said sadly, and the woman opposite continued without looking up.
"… I won’t allow you to take the blame on yourself, which will belittle me or affect my decision. I have never had any female friends, and my female friends are all like snow spirits."
"I hope you can be my friend again." What is the light snow spirit? There is no doubt that it must be in the previous era. "I never meant to belittle you, Bai Jitai. I am-"
I don’t listen to what she says, but Bai Jitai seems to be paying attention to those arrow shafts. The volume is high. "I hope I can like you again. I can’t do this until you are yourself again. I can stand you crying all day. I want that to be true. People you get along with should be what they are and not what I want. Otherwise, I will leave them. I won’t accept your reasons. Clarine has told me about you and Selanding. You will know what to do if you say my decision as you again." She blew hard.
Nineveh forced herself to open her mouth and tried hard to make her words gentle. "You do things for me powerfully." She grabbed her skirt and her fist trembled more than her voice.
"A little small temper? The horse is about to come out? " Bai jitai grinned at her like a tease and a beast grin. "How long will it take to really get angry?" If you need to pull off as many whips as you want, I’ll say, "Laughter turns into a serious expression." I want you to know what is right, or I’ll drive you away. Without his choice, I can’t and won’t leave Ilan’s bond, which makes me proud. I will also respect it and Ilan, and I won’t allow you to be around and make decisions for me. I’m not your subordinate. I have to leave me now. If I want to shoot an arrow, I have to finish the work at hand. I’m not going to kill you. I won
Nineveh walked as many steps as possible before she punched her thigh hard. How dare this woman? Can she … Can she endure it? I think she can tell you what you want. A tiny voice rang in Nineveh’s mind. I said she could kill me. Nineveh shouted at that voice, Don’t humiliate me! Before long, everyone will be threatened by that damn Xiao Chen woman!
There are no people in the carriage. There are several horsemen in coarse coats guarding the camp. Next to the camp, there is a tile-blue canvas wall. The performance venue is surrounded by a large area of brown grass. Half a mile away, Samara’s gray stone wall and the square tower at the gate are clearly visible. Behind the stone wall, you can also see some straw or tile roofs. Outside the stone wall, the villages and huts are like clusters of mushrooms. There are all the prophets living there. They have built houses and burned firewood. They have cut down all the trees in a few miles.
On the other side of the audience entrance of the performance venue, however, there are two tube horses guarding this side with thick sticks, and some people who don’t want to pay go in from the actor entrance. Nai Nai Wei talked to herself angrily and strode forward. As a result, she almost bumped into the guard, and they laughed like idiots, which made her realize that her scarf was still hanging on her arm. She gave them a hard look and made them immediately tighten their faces, and then she slowly put on the scarf. She wouldn’t let these two idiots panic because of them. A skinny one with a big nose almost occupied half of her face, she lifted the canvas curtain at the entrance and stepped into
There are dense crowds everywhere, men, Women and children make a deafening noise, and many people are turning from one program to another, forming a crowd of people of all sizes. Except for Slade, Walan has built a wooden platform for each program to gather Celendin and her horse pig. The gray giants can support themselves with their front legs and lift their noses to make all kinds of twists and turns. Even the pony pig, Clarine, attracts the audience at least, and many people will stop. Let’s take a closer look at the lions in the cage and all kinds of horns and deer from Elaphe, Shadaya and Aladoman, like long-haired wild boars. Only then can we know where the colorful birds come from, and some are slow-moving, with brown fur. Creatures with big eyes and round ears-they sit on their forelimbs and hold branches and eat noodles and leaves. In the story of Walan, they come from many different places. Nainiwei thinks that Walan root doesn’t know where they come from, and Walan has never been able to make up a name that satisfies him. A serpent from Hillan swamp is four times as tall as an adult male. It almost attracts as many surprises as Reddit, although it is obviously sleeping all the time. Nainiwei is very happy to see Lettler bear attract attention. People are not much more than Klein dogs, although they are working hard on some big red wooden balls and rolling them around in circles. People here can see bears in the forest, even if they don’t have white faces.
Lettler was dressed in black, and those little sequins sparkled in the afternoon sun. Selanding blue clothes and Clarine green clothes were all decorated with little sequins, but they all had their clothes reaching to baguette collars. Of course, Peta and Chavana were wearing bright blue tight trousers, but that was to show their muscles. It was understandable that four jugglers folded one shoulder to the height of four people. Not far from them, Hercules was dancing with a long iron bar with an iron ball at each end. Two men were needed. It took a lot of effort to hand him the iron bar, but when Patta took it in his hand, he immediately turned it into a round wheel with thick hands, and even he could make the iron bar rotate around his neck or his back.
Tom was performing eating and playing with fire, and the short sticks with their heads lit suddenly fell into his hands in groups of four. Tom put the sticks with fire in his mouth in turn as if swallowing something, and then took them out to extinguish them. It looked as if he had just eaten some very delicious food. Nineveh didn’t understand how he could avoid those flames and burn his beard, let alone his throat. Then Tom turned around his wrist short sticks. After a while, his hands were arranged in the shape of two fans, and their hands turned into two rings. His head circled and flew. Dance Although Varan gave Tom a red dress with sequins, he still wore the brown coat he had always worn. When Nineveh walked by, Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was not ashamed that Nineveh glared at him and he was wearing his own coat!
Nineveh hurried to the two high poles with a rope, where many spectators were whispering impatiently, and she had to elbow the poles. When her scarf slipped on her shoulder, two women immediately glared at her and pulled their men aside. If she hadn’t blushed so hard and pulled the scarf back to her shoulder, she would have stared back at the two women. Valan was frowning anxiously as if her husband Valan was waiting outside the delivery room, with a fat man beside her head except a gray top. Everything else outside the bun has been shaved. Nineveh walked to the other side of Walan. The guy who shaved his head looks like a villain. There is a long scar on his left cheek covering his left eye. A piece of leather is painted with an angry red eye. Nineveh here sees a man with a knife at his waist, but he is carrying a sword on his back. His right shoulder protrudes. Somehow Nineveh thinks he looks familiar, but now her mind is high. Walan looks at her scarf, frowns, and then smiles at her and wants to reach out and hold her waist.
Even before Tilan recovered from one of Nainiwei’s elbows, and Nainiwei solemnly put on the scarf again, Zeling staggered in from the other side of the crowd. He wore the red cylindrical hat obliquely, and one shoulder came out of his coat, with a wooden cup in his hand that kept spilling liquid. He walked with a man’s head and shell filled with alcohol and was too careful. He went to the rope ladder leading to the pole top platform and stared at it.
"ah!" Someone shouted, "Go and break your stupid neck!"
"Wait for a friend," Valan shouted and made a fancy move forward with a smile and cloak. "There shouldn’t be a drink here-"
Zeling put the cup on the floor and climbed the rope ladder, and finally waddled to the platform. Nainiwei couldn’t help holding her breath. Zeling should have caught many snitches on the roof in her life, but …
Zeling searched back and forth as if he had lost something. Obviously, he had drunk too much and could not see or forgot the rope ladder. His sight was finally fixed and he tried the rope. He put his foot on his face and then pulled it back. He pushed his hat behind his head and scratched his scalp and looked at the taut rope. Then he suddenly showed excitement. He slowly crawled to the rope and shouted for him to come, but the crowd burst into laughter.
Halfway up, Zeling stopped and swayed awkwardly while looking back. His eyes were fixed on the glass he had left on the ground. Obviously, he was thinking about how to take it back. With extreme care, he slowly got up from the rope, stepped on the rope and turned in the direction he came from. Zeling slipped and fell on the rope. There was a scream in the crowd. Fortunately, he grabbed the rope with one hand and hooked the rope with one knee. Tile blue caught the Tarapun hat that fell from it and shouted to everyone that the man was crazy. He was Nani about everything. Wei put her hands on her chest. She can imagine how high she feels. Just thinking about it makes her feel sick. That man is a fool and a pure goose!
Zeling tried hard to make the other hand grab the rope, and then switched hands to pull himself to the remote platform and shake the rope. He also brushed his coat and tried to put it on. In the end, he changed his exposed shoulder to one side and climbed the platform at the other end. When he saw the cup on the opposite pole, he happily pointed to it and stepped on the rope again.
This time, at least half of the audience shouted for him to go back and wake up. There was a rope ladder behind him. Others laughed and made all kinds of strange noises. They were waiting for him to fall and break his neck, but Zeling successfully walked through the rope and slipped from the rope ladder to grab a cup and took a sip. Tilan buckled Zeling’s head with the red hat. They bowed to the audience together (Tilan shook his cloak exaggeratedly when he bent down, almost covering Zeling up). Only then did the audience realize that these were all part of the performance. After a moment of silence, the crowd broke out. There was a huge applause, applause and laughter, which was beyond Nineveh’s expectation. When her audience knew that they had been fooled, they would be furious. The guy with the bun was vicious even when he laughed.
Leave Zeling’s ladder and Tilan will return to the position between Naiwei and the scoundrel with shaved hair. "I knew it would be a great success." He showed a smug look and kept bowing slightly to the crowd, as if he had just walked the rope instead of Zeling.
Nineveh frowned at Walan crossly, but before she could say the sarcastic words, Yilan had walked through the crowd to Zeling, and then she raised her arms and bowed a knee to the audience.
Nineveh bit her lip and fondled her scarf anxiously. What do you think of her wearing a red dress for some reason? Now she thinks that Yilan’s dress may be even worse than her own. Queen Amdo is covered in snow white with many white sequins. Nineveh never believed that Yilan would really dress like this in public, and she has always been troubled by her own dress. She forgot to suggest that Yilan should choose to wear this coat and pants for a performance, which reminds Nineveh that she never approved of wearing boys’ clothes. Now the color and sequins of this dress make it look even more-
Zeling helped Yilan hold the rope ladder so that she could climb it smoothly, but it didn’t need Yilan to move as skillfully as when he was drunk. When Yilan reached the top of the pole, Zeling disappeared from the crowd. She made a gesture and immediately attracted thunderous applause, which seemed to add a layer of joy to her face, as if the Queen accepted the cheers of her subjects. When Yilan walked on the rope, Nineveh stopped breathing and stopped thinking about Yilan or her own clothes. Now she felt that the rope seemed thinner than when Zeling was in the face just now.
Yilan rope stretched out her arms and didn’t lead out of the wind platform. She walked slowly from the rope surface step by step without any shaking support. It would be very dangerous to have the rope for Mogudin to master their movement guidance. Now it is possible for both the Light Magician and the Black Sect to be Samara, and they can definitely see the force weaving. If they haven’t arrived yet, they are probably on their way here. Yilan walked to the opposite platform. It is obviously more enthusiastic for the audience to give her a palm than for Zeling. Naiwei can’t figure out what this is. When Yilan had already walked back and was about to walk on the platform again, she deftly turned around and continued to walk on the rope until it reached the midpoint. She turned around again. This time, she shook for a while, but she quickly regained her balance. Nainiwei felt that one hand had grabbed her throat and walked slowly and steadily. Yilan walked back to the platform and posed again to receive thunderous applause and applause.
Nineveh finally swallowed back to her heart and breathed heavily again, but she knew it wasn’t over.
Put your hands above your head. Yilan suddenly turned up a somersault along the rope. Her black locks were thrown up with her posture, and her slender legs were wrapped in white tights. The sun shone with a little starlight. When the girl finally reached the opposite platform, she stumbled and almost fell off the platform. Nainevi couldn’t help but hold on to Tilan’s arm and cry out.
"What’s the matter?" Varin muttered in a deafening exclamation, "She’s done this every night since Sean arrived here. You see it this way and you must have watched her practice many times before."
"Of course," Nineveh said weakly, her eyes still fixed on Yilan. She didn’t notice the arm around her shoulder, and of course she didn’t throw it away. She once told the girl that she could pretend to sprain her ankle and cancel the performance, but Yilan insisted that after Lili had practiced many times, she didn’t need it now. Maybe Zeling didn’t need it. On the surface, Yilan didn’t have the experience of climbing the roof at night like Zeling.
When Yilan returned, she did a perfect somersault, and then she climbed the rope ladder, but Nineveh never took her eyes off her hands, and she stopped for a moment. After receiving a lot of applause, Yilan returned to the rope and made more turns. Then she raised one leg and almost made people see that she kicked it quickly from direction to direction, followed by a slow handstand, which made her stand upright like a dagger, wearing white soft shoes and pointing her toes at the sky, and made the crowd exclaim. Yilan also shook the rope for a long time and barely kept her balance. Both handstands and handstands were.
Nineveh saw Tom from the corner of her eye. He balanced a ball with his feet two people away from her, but his eyes were firmly locked. Yilan looked like a proud peacock, but if a girl fell from a rope, he would definitely be the first to catch her. If she really fell less, he was partly responsible. He should never teach her those moves!
Finally, in a series of somersaults, the white legs are faster and the bright sunshine shines. The girl has never had this move with Nineveh! Walan muttered angrily that Yilan would break her neck by adding such a series of somersaults without authorization in order to get the palm. If Nineveh hadn’t heard it with her own eyes, she would have bitten Walan out at once. Finally, she posed and received warm applause from the audience. After that, Yilan finally climbed the rope ladder.
The crowd shouted and rushed to Yilan Walan and four people with sticks to control the horses immediately appeared around Yilan, as if being pulled by force, but Tom got to Yilan faster than them, although he was still limping on one leg.
Nainiwei tried her best to jump up to barely get over many heads and saw Yilan. The girl didn’t seem to be afraid. She didn’t want to touch her hand. She was surrounded by guards and walked away. Yilan held her head high and flushed, but she still maintained a calm and elegant attitude. How could she do this in that dress? Nainiwei could never understand.
"He looks like a damn queen," murmured the one-eyed man. Although there were still people around him, he didn’t rush towards Yilan like others. He was casually wearing a simple dark gray wool coat and was strong. Obviously, he was not afraid of crowds. It seemed that he could make the sword behind him exert great power. "Burn me, a sheep-bellied farmer! But she was brave enough to be a damn queen. "
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