Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She paused and saw the strong man on the horse tightening the reins.

The horse was immediately brought under control.

It seemed like he knew he couldn't move now.

He looks very spiritual and listens to his words.

She looked at him quietly.

"Is something wrong?"

The cold and low voice fell, and he did not look at her.

Instead, he looked indifferently in the direction of the felt tent in the distance.

The back is very broad and the wild hormones are strong.

He was very tall, and Her Royal Highness had to raise her little face to look at him.

She took another step forward, this time, very close to him.

The horse swung its tail and looked a little wary.

"May I know your name?"

She looked at him, her voice as gentle and soft as a lamb's.

Especially on such a cold night with howling wind.

Her voice is very clean, as comfortable as clear water.

Extraordinarily attractive.

The man on the horse seemed to pause for a moment, then lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

Cold and indifferent.

Among the Turkic people, when a woman asks a man his name, it can be considered as an expression of liking and interest.

Asking the name means that the next step of development can be made.

She didn't seem to understand.

That's why it's so straightforward.

Before anything could be said, Adema, who had been fanning the flames not far away, came back.

Adelahu was so angry that he fainted on the spot and was just carried away.

He was in a happy mood, but when he turned around, he saw his elder brother looking at a woman.

Or a woman wearing Han Chinese clothing.

Standing next to the horse, very close.

He looked back and forth, his flexible mind moving very fast.

"your Highness."

His voice interrupted the two people's gaze.

The gentle and touching Princess looked over.

Adema saluted her and put her right hand on her chest.

"Forgive me for being rude. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Adema, and I am the third son of Khan."

She wore a veil and her eyes blinked.

Adema introduced her again.

"This is my eldest brother, Prince Adel Khan."

After speaking, she seemed stunned for a moment.

He seemed to vaguely remember that he was the one who wanted to get engaged to him?

She looked sharply at him.

He seemed to have been looking at her, his narrow, cold eyes were dark and there was no discernible emotion.

After she looked over, he shifted his gaze again.

Looking forward faintly, he loosened the reins.

"gone."

The time for watching is over.

He loosened the reins and the horse immediately moved forward.

The soldiers who followed him also started to move away slowly.

Adema was left behind, as well as the lonely Princess.

She was wearing a fur coat and looking at the direction he was leaving.

Adama looked at it and smiled, "Princess, the person you want to marry is Adairahu, but don't let my elder brother fool you."

He seemed to know how powerful Adal Khan's masculine charm was, so he reminded him kindly.

She looked at his back and seemed to frown when she heard this.

"What? Isn't it Adair Khan?"

But it is clear that the edict refers to Adair Khan.

Adema looked like she had known about it for a long time.

"Oh, that's just a casual comment."

"Your Highness Princess, you may not know that here, we are nominally marrying this person, but in fact... that may not be the case."

"Maybe you can marry me."

"..."

Why is he so oily?

Although he is better than Adairahu and doesn’t know how to use his hands or feet, his tone——

She glanced at him coldly and turned around.

Ignore him.

"...Eh? Why are you leaving?"

He followed, beside her.

"What? You want to marry my eldest brother?"

"..."

"Do you like my big brother?"

"..."

"Guess, does my eldest brother have a wife?"

Guess who the previous princesses married?