Marquis of Grand Xia

Ning Chen admitted that he was thinking wildly just now, but he didn't expect it to come true.

However, after a brief surprise, Ning Chen's mind gradually sank again. He knew that there was only a sword in Prince Yan's heart, and it was impossible to accept this girl.

In the open ground, the boys all showed dissatisfaction on their faces, but they did not dare to be rash.

On the high platform, the beautiful girl walked down with a shy face, and stepped forward to hang the red belt in her hands on the arms of the person she wanted, to show her heart.

Applause rang out loudly from the crowd. This is the most beautiful pearl of their tribe and deserves the warmest blessings.

"After watching the excitement, let's go," said Prince Yan as calmly as ever.

The turned figure, without a trace of nostalgia, seemed to have just happened before.

The red belt and the hydrangea slipped down, fell silently to the ground, fluttered with the wind, rolled, but still unable to make the person who turned away left to turn back halfway.

Sighing in Ning Chen's heart, he also turned around and left in a wheelchair. Not a lover in the world will eventually become a dependent, let alone a ruthless person.

The predecessors were congenital, celestial, and a peerless arrogant who had practiced for more than thirty years and entered the fourth innate birth. How could he be caught in the emotions of the world.

The beautiful girl was stunned, looking at the red ribbon and hydrangea falling on the ground.

"Come here, stop them!" Just then, an old man with white beards walked out and looked gloomy.

In the voice of "Yes", more than a dozen men with big waists and round waists, and the sturdy prairie man rushed out and quickly chased towards them.

However, as soon as more than a dozen people approached the two, they felt an irresistible force coming, and they all flew out immediately.

"Musha"

The white-bearded old man's eyes shrank, knowing that the two were not simple, but the face of the Qiu tribe was also not blasphemous.

"Ming City, leave them," the old man with white beard dignified and shouted.

The words "Yes" did not fall, a black man with a machete on his waist appeared, stomped under his feet, and the whole body turned into a black shadow and flew towards the two.

"when"

The swords meet, blocking the way of the man in black. Ning Chen put his hand on it, swaying the former, and his brow wrinkled unconsciously.

Seeing the machete in the hands of the man in black, he suddenly remembered that the weapon used by those assassins was such a machete when Changsun was assassinated.

In this world, there are not many people who use scimitars. There are even fewer such moon-shaped scimitars in the hands of men in black.

On the other side, the figure of the man in black moved again, and the scimitar crossed, just like a slanting moon, coming silently.

"Bang"

There was a fierce confrontation, and the two were dusty and frantic around them, but after hearing a crisp fracture, a very obvious crack appeared in the two wheels of the wheelchair.

Ning Chen frowned again, squeezing his left hand, breaking the heart of the former, touching the moment, converging seven points, three points through the body.

"Uh"

The black man groaned, his figure flew out, and he stepped back several steps, followed by a spit of blood, his eyes languishing.

"Senior, let's not leave first" Ning Chen said.

"Something?" Prince Yan stopped and asked.

"Something happened" Ning Chen nodded and replied.

He wanted to confirm whether the person who assassinated the grandson had anything to do with the black man in front of him, and his wheelchair was about to break, so he had to repair it.

The wheelchair Mr. Lu made for him has been scrapped in the explosion. The one under him was still bought from the merchants in Northern Mongolia with the silver of Prince Yan.

The wheelchair creaked and the two turned around and walked back towards the old man with white beards.

"Hello old man," Ning Chen smiled broadly and bowed down to salute.

"Grab them," the old man with white beard sighed.

More than a dozen men struggled to get up from the ground, and the two were about to surround them. They were afraid, and they dared not step forward easily.

"No need to catch, we will not resist" Ning Chen accompanied with a smile, said.

"Yan'er, it's up to you to decide what to do with it." The old man with white beard looked at the woman not far away, and said in a deep voice.

"Take them back to the account first," Pei Yan, who had been silent, said softly.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan did not have any objections, and obediently followed the escorted men to the tent where they were held.

The tribes on the grassland are mostly nomadic lives, and the place where they live everyday is this kind of easy-to-transfer tent.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan entered, looking at the decoration inside, not like a place where prisoners are detained, but like a residence for guests.

It seems that the girl has a good heart, and even if she is angry, she will not do too much.

Speaking of this, half of the mistakes this time were on them. They went to the countryside to follow the customs, they only followed the customs of others, but still could not accept other things.

"Why are you leaving?" Prince Yan walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked quietly.

"I feel that the scimitar in the hands of the man in black was similar to the weapon used by those who assassinated the queen's mother," Ning Chen answered solemnly.

At first, he suspected that many people, the Northern Mongolian court, the Yongye Church, and the Western Palace, now it seems that it is still the people of Northern Mongolia.

Since it was done by the Northern Mongolian court, it certainly has nothing to do with Fan Lingyue.

"Can you confirm?" Asked Prince Yan with a cold chill across his eyes.

"The possibility is high, so I will ask to stay." Ning Chen nodded, and his look was also very unsightly. The assassination of that time, if it were not for Liming's desperate protection, he and his elder grandson could not run away. People shudder.

"Don't accidentally hurt, let alone accidentally," Prince Yan said quietly.

"Understood" Ning Chen responded.

Outside the account, the old man with white beards looked at the black man beside him, and said in a heavy tone, "Mingcheng, you can see where they came from."

"I can't see it, but the young man in the wheelchair is very powerful. I'm not his opponent. As for the Tsing Yi man, he can't feel the air of a warrior, it should be just an ordinary person," Ming Cheng said his opinion.

"Will it be the person of Da Xia?"

"This can only be known after temptation." Ming Cheng thought for a while, and then said, "But they should have no malicious intentions. If it were not for the young man to keep his hand, I'm afraid I can't stand here anymore."

The old man with white beard nodded and said, "It's better to be careful. Although the Pei tribe disagrees with the war between the two dynasties, Beimeng and Daxia have already fought after all.

"Yes" Mingcheng nodded and answered.

There are ideas and calculations inside and outside the account. However, the one who should be the most concerned is ignored by four people. Why is the happiness of women so easily forgotten.

Pei Yan fell in love with the Tsing Yi man at a glance, especially the quiet and indifferent breath of the latter, which made her feel unprecedentedly quiet.

"Grandpa" Pei Yan came and looked at the old man with white beards in front of the tent, greeting respectfully.

"Yan'er, did you take the medicine?" The old man with white beard asked with concern. His granddaughter had a distress since childhood, and he had to take medicine every day to ensure that he would not relapse.

"Eat," Pei Yan replied with a gentle smile on his face.

"How about the third brother?" Pei Yan looked around and found that there was no figure of Mingcheng, he could not help asking.

"In the account" the old man with white beard glanced back and said.

In the tent, Mingcheng, who had just walked in, looked at the teenager in the wheelchair, and at the Tsing Yi man standing at the table drinking tea quietly. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. Tsing Yi men are the masters, and the attitude shown by this teenager is more like a junior.

It is not strange that the warrior can keep his face in his twenties unchanged.

"How do you call it?" Mingcheng asked very politely.

"Ning Fan, this is the elder of the family. If he doesn't like to talk to people, he won't introduce much." Ning Chen smiled and replied.

"In Xia Pei Mingcheng, I thanked Ning Brother for showing mercy," Mingcheng respected and thanked.

"Brother Pei is polite, we have also made mistakes in the past, and we hope that Pei brother will not blame us for being rude." Ning Chen sighed softly.

"Mingcheng's matter, Mingcheng is not easy to ask, can only wait for Yan'er to decide, not the Pei clan deliberately embarrassed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is really a very serious matter for my tribe to invite relatives The attitude of the elders really embarrassed the clan sisters "

Ming Cheng explained the seriousness of the matter again. Hydrangea recruits relatives, and the red ribbon is attached to it. It is the custom of the Pei family. This has been the case for thousands of years. The prairie children do not have so many flowers. Put on the red belt, I love you, I have never appeared today.

Yan'er is the granddaughter of the patriarch and the jewel of the entire tribe. How important is the face, what happened today is really too much for the two in front of me.

After hearing it, Ning Chen glanced at Prince Yan, who was still drinking tea calmly. His head was suddenly a little big. Senior, can you express your attitude and say something?

"Brother Pei, this matter is indeed due to our lack of consideration. When we first came to the aristocracy, we were not familiar with the customs. We also hope that Pei brother can tell a solution." During the speech, Ning Chen also poured himself a cup of tea. Tea, but he was thirsty.

Mingcheng thought about it and said, "Let your elder marry Yaner"

"puff"

"Cough"

Hearing this, Ning Chen spouted the tea all at once, coughing constantly in his mouth, and his face turned red.

This matter!

This is very unreliable, he still thinks about how to formulate the news, and then hit it out.

"Cough, brother Pei, although the elders in the family are not yet married, the marriage is after all a matter of two people. Your girl Yan'er and me, the elders, need to be considered carefully.

Ning Chen's head hurts, there is no way, what to do about this matter, if it's a matter between men, you can't think of a solution and just hit it out. Now, when it involves a clean girl, his IQ is not enough immediately.

Would you like to write to Changsun and ask? Ning Chen suddenly flashed the thought in his mind, and immediately he was all excited, and immediately dispelled the thought of looking for death.