My Grassland, My Sheep

[Marriage first, love later × substitute sister and marriage × mystery of life experience] My name is Xiao Heng. I am the most useless king of the opposite sex in the current dynasty. I am frail and sick, and I have no power to tie a chicken. In fact, it is the proton left by the new emperor. My father and mother died in the battle, leaving my brother, sister and me behind. The new emperor wants my sister to marry the Turkic Khan who is rumored to be murderous. My sister has a sweetheart, and she wants to go to the battlefield. So I stood up. "I would like to marry you on my sister's behalf." The civil and military officials in the court looked at me as if they were looking at a dead person. The new emperor smiled meaningfully and was right on the spot. ——He knows that the Turkic Khan is cruel and cruel, and I will definitely die if I leave. ——He was waiting for me to die on the grassland, waiting for the Xiao family to fall out with the Turks, waiting for them to consume each other and hurt both sides. I thought I was dead, too. The result? On the day of the wedding, the legendary ruthless Khan rode over on horseback and took a look at me. Just one glance. Then, in front of the envoys of the two countries, he picked me up on the horse and held me in his arms. Before I could react, he— He lowered his head and kissed her. In full view. The touch on the lips was warm and overbearing, a little rough, and completely hot. I was totally dumbfounded. "Minoutrig" (mine), he said. ... What the hell? ? ? What's even more outrageous is yet to come. I thought I would be beaten up when I got to the grassland, but the result—— Khan spread the best leathers all over my yurt just because I coughed. He doesn't know how to talk about love, but when others look at me, he will stand in front of me with a cold face. Once I had a fever in the middle of the night, and I vaguely heard him shouting over and over again in blunt Chinese from the bedside: "Xiao Heng. Xiao Heng. Don't sleep." I thought the tribesmen were all xenophobic, but it turned out—— The arrogant shaman sister scolded me as a "Central Plains vixen" every day. After scolding me, she turned around and made me some medicine, secretly adding honey. The men in the grassland are big and thick, but they will hurriedly wipe off the mud on the wrestling ground when I pass by, for fear of soiling my robe. The old grannies stuffed my breasts so hard they couldn't even fit into my sleeves. The children gathered around me and shouted "Ketun tells stories", and I could tell them all day and night. They made me dance around the campfire. I can't, I dance like a stupid sheep. Khan stood in the crowd and looked at me, with the corner of his mouth raised. Just for a moment. The whole clan saw it, and then the whole clan was excited. The old ladies clapped their hands and shouted "Kiss one! Kiss one" (kiss here is said in dialect) I thought life would go on like this forever. Then, my most trusted guard, Han Qian, who had watched me grow up, pushed me into the wolf pack during the hunt. The horse is crazy. The wolf is coming. I disheveled my hair and pulled open my shirt, remembering what the shaman said—— "Wolves won't eat women who show their breasts." I don't know if it works for men, but I have no other choice. Concept: memory, love, emotion, identity