Chapter 137 His Highness on the side of the road, don't pick it up (2)

  The night in the grassland was very cold, and the rapid loss of blood made Si Tu's vision gradually blurred.

  The horse ran very fast, and in less than half an hour, it completely threw off the pursuers behind.

   And Situ also honorably fell off his horse and fell on a low bush on one side.

  Blood dripped down her fingertips onto the sand, and there seemed to be firelight flickering not far away.

  There is fire, it means someone.

   Situ pinched his thigh hard, keeping his consciousness awake.

   But before taking a few steps, she fell to the ground.

   Dawn is approaching, the dawn reappears, and a team of people is walking not far away.

   "Hey, that looks like a dead man."

  Tu Shahe quickly restrained the reins, so as not to let the horse's hooves step on her.

   "What's so strange about dead people? There's always been a war here in Aon, which is normal."

   Even though the boy said so, he turned over and dismounted to check.

   After all, it is a human life, can be saved or must be saved.

   "You took me here during the war."

   Tushahe groaned in a low voice, but he regretted his life very much.

   Grabbing the corner of her clothes, Zhebei turned her over and took a breath.

   "Not dead, but still alive."

  Zhebei looked at her lips that were purple from the cold, and quickly took off the wolf fur cloak and covered her.

   "What a poor girl."

  Tosahe raised his thick eyebrows, "How do you know she's a girl?"

   He saw that he was clearly a young man, and his hair was **** like a man from the Central Plains.

  Zhebei poked her tender cheeks with his fingertips, and said with a snort,

   "She looks so good-looking, she must be a girl."

  Tosahe couldn't see the bright smile of his Highness.

   is really silly and sweet.

   He carried Situ to the horse, Zhebie whipped his whip, and walked like the Chahar tribe, ignoring the shouting of Tushahe behind him.

   "Please, that's a girl from the Central Plains!"

   Didn't Changshengtian warn you not to pick up people on the grassland?

   And especially from the Central Plains!

   Less than three kilometers ahead is the base camp of the Chahar tribe, which is the fire that Si Tu saw last night.

   But now she doesn't know that she will really be taken to Chahar.

   The jolt of the horse's back made Si Tu's wound open again, causing her to take a few breaths in pain.

  Situ opened his eyes in confusion, and what caught his eyes was the young man's smooth and graceful chin, as well as the tall bridge of his nose.

   He wears a felt hat covered with gems of various colors, which makes him look extravagant.

  The cool breeze was separated by the wolf fur cloak, and it raged on the broad shoulders of the young man, blocking the hunting cold wind for her.

  Zhebei felt a blazing gaze, looked down, and the corners of his mouth curled up,

   "You're awake, I'll take you to find my Aon, he must have a way to heal your wounds."

  He Aweng is the most powerful khan on the grassland, and he can definitely help him cure her.

   The young man made a vow, his eyes were full of bright stars, more beautiful than any gem Situ had ever seen.

  Unfortunately, she passed out before she could appreciate the beauty.

   "Yeah, I'm dizzy again. Are all women in the Central Plains so petite and frail?"

   However, it is quite comfortable to hold.

  Zhebie whipped his whip and accelerated again.

  The people of the Chahar tribe naturally knew the little prince Jiuli, the grandson of Mengen Khan, and greeted him one after another.

   "Cousin hasn't seen him for a few days and is strong again."

  Tebei was joking affectionately, and was very familiar with everything here.

  He Shichaer waved the half-moon axe that was one meter long, and walked towards him with a body that was nearly two meters long.

   "Khan knew you were coming and was already waiting for you in the king's tent."

  The aroma of butter tea and the smell of roasted lamb shank came from the tent. Zebie patted him on the shoulder while riding on his horse.

   "I know that Aon is the best for me, and my cousin will be with me when he's done working."

   Good things need to be shared together, he remembers everything Grandma taught him.

  He Chi Cha'er looked at Situ on the horse's back, his eyebrows furrowed together, and he said in a rough voice,

   "Little prince, you should know that Chahar does not welcome foreigners."

  Even other tribes that are friendly with each other must have the permission of the khan to enter.

   And Zhebie knew the rules of Chahar, tilted his head and smiled,

   "This is the slave I just bought, it's mine."

   The little prince's smile was particularly contagious, and the two-meter-tall Heci Chaer couldn't resist, and waved his hand to signal that he had passed the test.

   But whether this slave can stay in Chahar still needs the permission of the Khan.

   Holding the man in his arms, Jebe called out to the witch doctor in the tribe,

   "Wudutai, come and show her, she is seriously injured."

  Zhe didn't look worriedly at Si Tu's bleeding wound.

   Such a good-looking person would be very sad if he died.

   "This is an arrow wound, just apply some herbs."

   Wudutai is very good at treating such wounds, and the herbs are prepared after fiddling for a while.

   "Then when will she wake up?"

  Zhebei looked at her expectantly with his bright eyes open.

   He really wanted to hear her voice, it must be very nice, just like the best singing lark on the grassland.

   "Oh, when you entered the Chahar Department, you didn't come to me first, but went to the witch doctor first."

   Meng En said that he was a little jealous, and his little prince didn't even remember him.

   opened the curtain, and Mengen strode in.

  Zhebie didn't see him for a long time, and immediately jumped up to him,

   "How could that be? My mother-in-law often taught me that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Isn't this for A Weng to accumulate virtue?"

   Mengen doesn't want to eat him, pretending to be angry,

   "Hmph, you don't fool me with the Central Plains people's tricks, it's definitely not a good thing for you to come."

   Mengen knew his personality well, and he must have come to Chahar to avoid marriage.

   "Aweng, I'm not thinking about you so much."

   In short, let's make Aon happy first. As for the marriage with Da Zhou, I can delay it as long as I can.

   He had never seen that third prince of Laozi, why did he marry her?

   Isn't this little slave you just picked up?

  Mengen was very useful to Zhebei's closeness, but he still had a serious look on his face,

   "I tell you, if Jiuli came to ask for someone, I wouldn't cover you up."

  Zhebie certainly knew that Mengen was a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted man. With his words, he was temporarily safe.

   "Aon is the best, by the way, I bought a little slave to take with me, Aon won't mind."

  Zhe don't blink his eyes, it's a bit coquettish.

   "Your people, just take care of yourself."

   is always a slave, how much wind and waves can he turn over.

  Menggen didn't take this matter to heart at all.

   "That's fine, Aon, I'll go down to rest first."

  Zhebei hugged someone and ran away without a trace.

   He was in a hurry to go back to give her medicine, and the wound on her body should not be delayed.

   As for the delicious food in the tent, Tuzahe will bring it back to him.

   "Hey, this brat."

   Seeing the figure of Zebie leaving quickly, he stomped his feet in anger.

   "Next time you grab him, you'll definitely be beaten."

   Wudutai on the side said, I will quietly watch you speak ruthlessly.

   (end of this chapter)