The night in the grassland was very cold, and the rapid loss of blood made Si Tu's vision gradually blurred.
The horse ran extremely fast, and in less than half an hour, it completely threw off the pursuers.
And Si Tu also fell off his horse gloriously, and fell on the side of a low bush.
Blood dripped down the sand from her fingertips, and there seemed to be fires flickering not far away.
If there is fire, it means there are people.
Si Tu pinched his thigh hard, keeping his consciousness clear.
But within a few steps, she fell to the ground.
Dawn is approaching, dawn reappears, and a group of people walks not far away.
"Oh, that looks like a dead man."
Tuo Sahe quickly reined in so that the horse's hoof would not step on her.
"There's nothing strange about dead people. Weng has been fighting here recently, which is normal."
Even though the boy said so, he still got off his horse to check.
After all, it is a human life, and it must be saved if it can be saved.
"You still took me this way during the war."
Tuo Sahe complained in a low voice, but he regretted his life very much.
Grabbing a corner of her clothes, Jebe turned her over, breathed again,
"It's not dead, it's still alive."
Jebe looked at her purple lips from the cold, and quickly took off the wolf fur cloak on his body to cover her.
"What a poor girl."
Tuo Sahe raised his thick eyebrows, "How do you know that she is a girl?"
He looked like a young man, his hair was tied up high like a Central Plains man.
Jebe poked her tender cheek with his fingertips, and said with a chuckle,
"She looks so good-looking, she must be a girl."
Tuo Sahe couldn't see the bright smile on his highness.
It's really silly and sweet.
He carried Situ to the horse, whipped Jebel's whip, and walked like a Chahar tribe, ignoring Tuozahe's yelling behind him.
"Please, that's a girl from the Central Plains!"
Didn't Changshengtian warn you not to pick people up on the grassland casually
And especially the Central Plains people!
Less than three kilometers ahead is the headquarters of the Chahar Tribe, which is the fire that Situ saw last night.
But now she doesn't know that she will actually be taken to Chahar.
The jolt of the horse's back caused Si Tu's wound to burst open again, causing her to gasp in pain.
Si Tu opened his eyes bewilderedly, and what caught his eyes was the young man's smooth and handsome chin, as well as the high bridge of his nose.
He was wearing a felt hat covered with gems of various colors, which looked extremely luxurious.
The cool wind was blocked by the wolf fur cloak, raging on the boy's broad shoulders, blocking the cold wind for her.
Jebe felt a blazing gaze, looked down, the corners of his mouth curled up,
"You're awake, I'll take you to my Aunt, he must have a way to heal your wounds."
He, A Weng, is the most powerful Khan on the grassland, so he can definitely help him cure her.
The young man made a vow, his eyes were full of bright starlight, more beautiful than any gemstone Si Tu had ever seen.
It's a pity that she passed out before she could appreciate the beauty.
"Ah, I'm dizzy again, are all Central Plains women so delicate and frail?"
Still, it's comfortable to hold.
With a flick of his horsewhip, Jebe accelerated his speed again.
People in the Chahar tribe naturally knew the little prince of Jiuli, the grandson of Khan Mengen, and greeted him one after another.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, my cousin is getting stronger again."
Jebe joked kindly, knowing everything here very well.
Heshang Cha'er swung the one-meter-long half-moon axe, and walked towards him with a body that was nearly two meters swaying.
"Khan knew you were coming, so he was already waiting for you in Wang's Tent."
The aroma of buttered tea and the smell of roasted leg of lamb came from the tent, and Jebe patted him on the shoulder on horseback,
"I know that Ah Weng treats me the best, so let's join my cousin when he's done with work."
Good things should be shared together, he remembers all the truths that his mother taught him.
Hesi Cha'er looked at Si Tu on the horseback, frowned, and said in a rough voice,
"Little prince, you should know that Chahar doesn't welcome foreigners."
Even other friendly tribes need the permission of the Khan to enter.
But Jebe knew Chahar's rules well, tilted his head and smiled,
"This is the slave I just bought, and it's mine."
The little prince's smile was so contagious that even the two-meter-tall Cha'er couldn't stand it, and waved his hands to indicate that he had passed the test.
But whether this slave can stay in Chahar still needs the permission of the Khan.
Holding the man in his arms, Jebe called to the witch doctor in the tribe,
"Wudutai, come and show her quickly, she is seriously injured."
Jebe looked worriedly at Situ's bleeding wound.
Such a good-looking person, if he died, he would be very sad.
"It's an arrow wound, just apply some herbs."
Wu Dutai is very good at treating such wounds, and after a while of messing around, the herbal medicine is ready.
"Then when will she wake up?"
Jebe looked at her expectantly with bright eyes.
He really wanted to hear her voice, it must be very nice, like the most singing lark on the prairie.
"Heh, after entering the Chahar Department, instead of coming to me first, I went to the witch doctor first."
Meng En expressed a little jealousy, and his little prince didn't even remember him.
Opening the curtain, Meng En strode in.
Jebe hadn't seen him for a long time, so he jumped up to him immediately,
"How could it be? My concubine always taught me that saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I'm not doing this for Awong."
Meng En didn't like his tricks, pretending to be angry and said,
"Hmph, don't fool me with the people from the Central Plains. It must be a bad thing for you to come."
Meng En knew his personality well, and he must have come to Chahar to avoid marriage.
"Ah Weng, I miss you so much."
In short, please make Ah Weng happy first, as for the marriage with Da Zhou, you can delay it as long as you can.
He has never seen the Third Highness who is making money, why should he marry her
Isn't the little slave you just picked up delicious
For Zhe's closeness, Meng En was very helpful, but he still had a serious look on his face,
"Let me tell you, if Jiuli comes to ask for someone, I won't cover you."
Of course Jebe knew that Meng En had a sharp mouth and a bean heart. With his words, he was considered safe for the time being.
"Ah Weng is the best. By the way, I bought a little slave to take with me. A Weng won't mind."
Zhebie blinked his eyes, which seemed to be acting like a baby.
"Your people, just take care of yourself."
After all, he is a slave, how big a storm he can stir up.
Meng En didn't take this matter to heart at all.
"That's fine, Ah Weng, I'll go down and rest first."
Zhebie ran away with the man in his arms.
He was still in a hurry to go back and apply medicine to her, the wound on her body could not be delayed.
As for the delicious food in the tent, Tozahe will bring it back for him.
"Hey, brat."
Seeing the figure of Jebe leaving quickly, Meng En stomped his feet in anger.
"The next time I catch him, I will definitely give him a beating."
Wu Dutai on the side said, I will just quietly watch you speak harshly.
(end of this chapter)