Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He calmly curled his fingertips and scratched the tip of her nose.

It is a very light force, especially for a man with a strong physique, it can be considered gentle.

Gentle fun.

"Little liar."

He looked at her and said.

Full of bad ideas, you little rascal.

Three simple words, but I can’t tell what they mean.

It's like blaming, but not like blaming.

Her Royal Highness, the little princess who is good at showing weakness, blinked her charming eyes.

Come closer and hold his arms tightly.

She put her head on his shoulder and rubbed it.

The red lips are slightly curved and she looks cute.

Like a harmless kitten, clingy and affectionate.

Not afraid of him at all.

Adele Khan looked indifferent, but he didn't push her away.

If she wants to be hugged, let her hug her, and if she wants to be followed, let her follow.

Don’t say anything and don’t refuse.

Let her get closer.

The sensitive little princess probably discovered this a long time ago, so she became bolder.

Holding his hand tightly, fingers touching.

Adair Khan wanted to leave, so she followed him.

Despite the huge commotion in the felt tent next to him, he didn't even look at it again.

Just pester him.

Hearts and eyes full.

"Then, if the Great Khan comes to trouble me, will you help me?"

She followed him, her back slender and her voice soft and moving.

With the warm vitality of spring.

No matter what the people around him think, he just follows him obediently.

The tall Adal Khan is on her right, leading the horse at a slow pace.

Even compared to the Turks, this pace is already considered slow.

Slowly, more like he was accommodating her.

So she can keep up.

She asked him a question, but his voice was cold and he held her little hand with his big hand.

Almost covering her whole hand.

"see your performance."

He said.

I don’t know what performance I’m looking for.

The little princess was a little dissatisfied when she got this answer.

Pouted slightly.

"You can't do this. If you don't help me, you won't have a wife in the future."

She has a sweet voice, is serious and confident.

"Without me, you will be a widow for the rest of your life."

She was lingering around him, and her bright dress was vaguely visible under her thick fur.

Blown slightly by the wind, it is agile and flamboyant.

Lively and vivid.

Adair Khan seemed to smile, and the two people's backs gradually moved away.

Vaguely, he seemed to let go of the horse's rope and reached out to pinch her face.

The action is intimate.

On the side, the people who stopped started to speak when they saw them leaving.

murmur.

"It seems that what happened last night is true..."

There had been a lot of rumors before, and those who were not present were still a little unconvinced at first.

But now, they believe it.

His Highness, the eldest prince, may have really taken an interest in this most beautiful woman from the capital.

Otherwise, how could it be so?

The second prince in the felt tent was still suffering and kept going on and on.

On the side of the eldest prince, there are flowers in front of the moon and a beauty in his arms.

The fun-loving Turks quickly spread the news.

Spread quickly.

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Returning to her felt tent, Her Royal Highness the Princess untied her fur in a good mood, patted it, and hung it on the shelf.

It's windy outside and cold.

It's just that Her Highness the Princess has played around, her cheeks are still rosy, her eyebrows are smiling and her face is pink.

He didn't look like he was suffering at all.

After hanging up her fur, she looked around.

"pearl?"

The voice fell and there was no response.

Pearl is not there.

I don’t know where I went.

She looked at it before she had time to think about it.

Soon, someone came to the door.