Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Adairahu sent the delicate princess to a gorgeous felt tent, where all the basic daily utensils were prepared, specially prepared for her.

Even the bed is big, soft and covered with thick wool felt.

The charcoal fire inside the tent was burning brightly, and it was warm, not as cold as outside.

It seems that the Turks still attach great importance to this marriage.

At least there were snacks.

Her Royal Highness the Princess entered the felt tent, followed by Adairahu.

He is not tall, and compared to men, he is at least average in height.

After coming in, he smiled at the beautiful Princess.

"Feng Ling, from now on I will call you Feng Ling, right?"

He is quite familiar with it.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the second son of the Great Khan. You can call me Prince Rahu."

"I am responsible for the safety and security of the entire tribe. I happen to be keeping vigil tonight. Your Highness, the Princess, can rest assured that you can rest here."

"If anything happens, you can send someone to tell me immediately, and I will ensure your safety."

As he spoke, he moved forward.

It seemed like he wanted to get closer to her.

"By the way, our wedding will be held in half a month. Don't worry, I will treat you well."

"When we get married, you can call me by my name directly."

He seemed to regard it as a matter of supreme honor to be addressed directly by his name.

Erotic, and confident.

Full of confidence.

"..." The pure and pure Princess looked at him calmly and said nothing.

As for Pearl, seeing that something was wrong, she hurriedly stood in front of her.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

The sound was so loud that people outside could hear it.

"Princess... Your Highness, Princess, is going to rest. Please go out first."

It was a very loud sound, and a bit of trembling could still be heard faintly.

was scared, and poor Pearl was scared too.

Adairahu finally stopped.

He glanced at her with an awkward look.

The rules of the Turks are not like those of the Celestial Empire. They are very unrestrained here.

Unable to touch the beautiful princess, he touched her face.

The meaning is still not finished.

"Don't worry, it will be your turn sooner or later, little girl."

After the princess marries him, it doesn't matter if he takes her as his little wife.

Anyway, the first few are like this.

It's fun to play, and it doesn't cost anything.

Pearl was touched, startled and screamed.

The next second, she was pulled away.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who seemed fragile and pitiful, had cold eyes and kicked her directly.

Kicked away directly.

A living grown man was kicked away.

In mid-air, a parabola appeared.

What a perfect parabola.

He kicked the person out of the felt tent with a loud bang.

He was also forced to roll a few times using inertia.

How embarrassing.

The guards guarding outside looked over instantly.

When they saw who it was, they were all stunned for a moment.

Looking at each other.

Their normally majestic second prince was now——

A scream like a killing pig rang out, but he quickly covered his mouth again.

Turks are fierce by nature, advocating strength and never complain of pain.

In their eyes, crying out for pain is a sign of weakness and even more insulting.

It means that he is weak and can be bullied and can be beaten by everyone.

Women are okay, but once a man cries out that it hurts...

That is an unimaginable consequence.

He would be ridiculed and insulted by the Khan and his tribe.

Therefore, he cannot shout.

He covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from shouting out in pain.