Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The flesh and blood seemed to be cut open one after another, and the frozen blood flowed out.

In such a night, the wedding convoy drove slowly and hurriedly, and finally arrived at the ALS, the gathering place of the Turkic tribes, when the sandstorm came.

This is the heartland of the tribe, and its location is equivalent to what the Han people call their capital.

On the vast flat sandy ground, countless felt tents are spread out and gathered together like giant white umbrella flowers.

The torches are stationed high and the platform is high.

The light, as bright as daylight, illuminated the sky and clearly reflected the impending sandstorm in the distance.

The cold wind is biting and the horses are clattering and clucking.

Strictly guarded sand barriers were placed at the front, and the observatory's horn was blown.

It is a sign to be wary of sandstorms.

The Turks have been with sandstorms all year round and have long known how to deal with them.

So when the convoy arrived, everything in the tribe was normal and orderly, and there were even children running out to play.

Sandstorms have become a common occurrence.

The convoy stopped at the dust barrier set up in front of the tribe. The sentry at the observation tower had already seen them, so they had notified them in advance.

The dust barrier was quickly removed, and the Great Khan Ast came out to greet them.

He has a big beard and a black mane. He is not tall but very generous.

Wearing a black bear fur coat, with long braided hair.

He looks middle-aged, but looks like a fat black bear.

He walks with a straight face and his eyes show shrewdness.

The general Lu Shao who was responsible for escorting the princess dismounted and came forward to talk to her.

In the center of the motorcade, the sedan was put down and the curtain opened.

The aunt in charge acted as if the matter had nothing to do with her. Only Pearl stood in front of the sedan and carefully helped the princess out.

"Princess, be careful."

Her Royal Highness, who was as delicate as a willow, changed into a light blue palace dress.

The color of the skirt is clear and rippled, and the folds of the skirt flow lightly to the ground like the light of the snow and moon, stretching more than three feet.

Wearing a thin and breathable veil, only her charming eyes were exposed.

Like smoke and waves, the ripples flow.

Clean, like a pearl that is not stained by the world.

Even the slightest glance seems to be enough to capture people's souls and kill them.

She slowly walked out of the sedan. Her body was thin, but she was soon covered with a thick fox fur.

The elegant sapphire blue color is noble and elegant.

It made her face extremely small and her beautiful eyes extremely soft.

So soft and weak, she looks particularly out of place in this rough desert.

It's as if she shouldn't be here when she was born, but should be in the misty Jiangnan.

She got off the sedan and coughed softly.

It's just that the environment here is too dry and the air is too cold.

Her body couldn't adapt to this place, and she couldn't help but want to cough.

My throat was so dry that it hurt.

Want to drink water.

Pearl supported her, her face full of distress.

"Princess, if you bear with me a little longer, you can call the doctor soon."

She had been feeling uncomfortable along the way, and she didn't know how many times she vomited.

She was frightened every time she looked at it, anxious but unable to do anything.

All I know is that if she doesn’t see a doctor and continues like this, the princess’s body will definitely...

She shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't have to.

Once here, it is the world of the Turks, the territory of the Turks.

When they come here, it is equivalent to being left behind, and they will have no support in the future.

You have to rely on yourself in everything, and keep your mouth shut if you can.

If you want to survive, you still have to lower your sense of presence.