Ning Chen admitted that he was just thinking wildly, but he didn't expect that wild thoughts could come true.
However, after a short period of surprise, Ning Chen's mind gradually sank again. He knew very well that Prince Yan only had a sword in his heart, and it was impossible for him to accept this girl.
In the open field, the young men showed dissatisfaction on their faces, but they did not dare to be presumptuous here.
On the high platform, the beautiful girl walked down shyly, stepped forward and hung the red ribbon in her hand on the arms of the person she liked to show her heart.
The crowd suddenly burst into applause. This is the most beautiful pearl of their tribe and deserves the warmest blessing.
"The fun is over, let's go." Prince Yan said calmly as always.
The figure turned around, without a trace of nostalgia, as if nothing had caught his eye just now.
The red ribbon and hydrangea slipped down, fell silently to the ground, floated in the wind and rolled, but they still couldn't make the person who turned away have any intention of turning back.
Ning Chen sighed in his heart, and also turned around in the wheelchair to leave. There are no lovers in the world that can get married, let alone ruthless people.
The predecessor is a congenital, a heavenly man, a peerless genius who has entered the fourth innate robbery after only 30 years of cultivation, how could he be entangled by the emotions of the world.
The beautiful girl was stunned, looking at the red ribbon and hydrangea that fell to the ground, she couldn't recover for a while.
"Come on, stop them!" At this moment, an old man with a white beard walked out with a gloomy expression.
"Yes", more than a dozen prairie men with big shoulders and round waists rushed out and quickly chased after the two of them.
However, just as more than a dozen people were about to approach the two of them, they felt an irresistible force coming, and all of them flew out immediately.
"Musha"
The white-bearded old man shrank his eyes, knowing that these two were not simple, but the face of the Qiu clan was also not to be desecrated.
"Mingcheng, leave them behind," the white-bearded old man said solemnly.
"Yes" before he finished speaking, a man in black with a machete appeared, stomped his feet, and his entire body turned into a black shadow and swept towards the two of them.
"when"
The swords met, blocking the black-clothed man's path, Ning Chen swayed the former with force, frowning unconsciously.
Seeing the machete in the hands of the man in black, he suddenly remembered that when the eldest grandson was assassinated, the weapon used by those assassins was such a machete.
In this world, there are not many people who use a machete, and there are even fewer such moon-shaped machetes in the hands of a man in black.
On the other side, the figure of the man in black moved again, and the machete slashed, like a slanting moon, coming silently.
"Bang"
With a powerful confrontation, the two of them were in a frenzy of dust and sand, but when they heard a crisp cracking sound, a very obvious crack appeared in the wheelchair's two wheels.
Ning Chen's brows wrinkled again, his left hand pointed, breaking through the front of the man's heart, the moment of contact, it converged seven points, and three points penetrated the body.
"Uh"
The man in black groaned, his figure flew out, took a few steps back, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes wilting.
"Senior, let's not leave yet," Ning Chen said.
"Is something wrong?" Prince Yan stopped and asked.
"Something," Ning Chen nodded and replied.
He wanted to confirm whether the person who assassinated the eldest grandson had anything to do with the man in black in front of him, and his wheelchair was about to break down and needed to be repaired.
The wheelchair that Mr. Lu of the academy made for him has been scrapped in the explosion. The one under him was bought from a merchant in Northern Mongolia with the money of Prince Yan. Now it seems that it is very weak.
The wheelchair creaked, and the two turned around and walked back towards the white-bearded old man.
"Hello, old gentleman," Ning Chen said with a radiant smile, bending over to salute.
"Catch them up," the white-bearded old man said with a sullen face.
More than a dozen men struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately surrounded the two of them.
"No need to catch, we won't resist," Ning Chen said with a smile.
"Yan'er, what they do with them is up to you." The white-bearded old man looked at the woman not far away and said solemnly.
"Bring them back to the tent first," Pei Yan, who had been silent, said softly.
Ning Chen and Prince Yan didn't have any objection, they obediently followed the escorting man until they reached the tent where they were imprisoned.
Most of the tribes on the grasslands live a nomadic life, and their daily living place is this kind of tent that is easy to transfer.
Ning Chen and Prince Yan entered and looked at the furnishings inside. It didn't look like a place for prisoners, but like a residence for guests.
It seems that the girl has a good heart, and even if she is angry, she will not overdo it.
Speaking of which, half of the mistakes this time were on them. They did as the locals do. They only followed other people's clothes, but they still couldn't accept other things.
"Why did you stay?" Prince Yan walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked calmly.
"I feel that the machete in the hands of the black-clothed man is very similar to the weapons used by those who assassinated the Empress," Ning Chen replied solemnly.
At the beginning, he had suspected many people, the Beimeng Royal Court, the Eternal Night God Sect, and the Xigong, but now it seems that it was done by the people of Beimeng.
Since it was done by the Northern Mongolian Royal Court, it must have something to do with Fan Lingyue.
"Can you confirm it?" Prince Yan asked with a icy chill in his eyes.
"It's very possible, that's why I asked to stay." Ning Chen nodded, his expression was also very ugly. If it wasn't for Liming's desperate protection, neither he nor the eldest grandson would be able to escape. People shudder.
"Don't accidentally injure, let alone misplace," Prince Yan said calmly.
"Understood," Ning Chen replied.
Outside the tent, the white-bearded old man looked at the man in black beside him and said in a heavy tone, "Mingcheng, you can see where they come from."
"I can't tell, but the young man in the wheelchair is very powerful. I'm not his opponent. As for the man in Tsing Yi, he can't feel the breath of a martial artist. He should be just an ordinary person." Mingcheng expressed his opinion.
"Could it be from Daxia?" the white-bearded old man asked.
"This can only be known after testing." Mingcheng thought for a while, and then said, "But they shouldn't have any malicious intentions. If it wasn't for that young man to keep his hand, I'm afraid I can't stand here anymore."
The white-bearded old man nodded and said, "It's better to be careful. Although the Pei clan disagrees with the war between the two dynasties, Beimeng and Daxia have already fought, and I can't be the one who leads the wolf into the house."
"Yes" Mingcheng nodded and replied.
Inside and outside the account each have their own scheming and calculations. However, the person who should be most concerned is ignored by the four. Why is the happiness of women always so easily forgotten.
Pei Yan fell in love with the man in Tsing Yi at a glance, especially the quiet and indifferent aura of the latter, which made her feel unprecedented tranquility.
"Grandpa" Pei Yan came over, looked at the white-bearded old man in front of the tent, and greeted respectfully.
"Yan'er, have you taken the medicine?" The white-bearded old man asked with concern. His granddaughter had been distressed since she was a child, and she had to take medicine every day to ensure no recurrence.
"Have eaten," Pei Yan replied with a gentle smile on her face.
"Where's the third brother?" Pei Yan looked around and found that there was no figure of Mingcheng, so she couldn't help asking.
"In the tent," the white-bearded old man looked back and said. In the tent, Mingcheng, who had just entered, looked at the boy in the wheelchair, and then at the man in Tsing Yi who was standing at the table drinking tea quietly. He felt a little strange in his heart. Tsing Yi men are the principals, and this
The attitude shown by the teenager is more like a junior.
It's a bit weird that it's not a martial artist who can keep the appearance of his twenties.
"And what do you call your Excellency?" Mingcheng asked politely with a low attitude.
"Ning Fan, this is the elder in the family. I don't like to talk to people, so I won't give more introductions." Ning Chen replied with a bright smile.
"In Pei Mingcheng, I thanked Brother Ning before I showed mercy." Mingcheng gave a respectful salute and thanked him.
"Brother Pei, you're welcome. We were also at fault in the past. I hope Brother Pei will not blame us for being rude." Ning Chen sighed softly and said.
"Mingcheng doesn't care about clan sisters, so he can only wait for Yan'er to decide for himself. It's not that the Pei clan is deliberately embarrassing. It is really a matter of recruiting relatives that is a very serious matter for our tribe. The clan's sister is a little embarrassed." Mingcheng explained the seriousness of the matter again. Hydrangea recruits relatives and red ribbons are attached to each other. It is a custom of the Pei family. It has been the case for thousands of years. If you are willing, you will put on the red belt, you
I wish, the situation has never happened today.
Yan'er is the granddaughter of the patriarch and the pearl of the entire tribe. How important is face. Today's affairs are indeed too much for the two of them.
Hearing this, Ning Chen glanced at Prince Yan who was still drinking tea calmly, and his head suddenly became a little big, senior, can you make a statement and say something.
"Brother Pei, we really didn't think about this matter. I'm a newcomer to the nobles and I'm a little unfamiliar with customs. I hope Brother Pei can tell me a solution." While speaking, Ning Chen also poured himself a cup of tea. Tea, but he was thirsty.
Mingcheng thought about it and said, "Let your elder marry Yan'er"
"puff"
"cough cough"
Hearing this, Ning Chen spit out the tea at once, and kept coughing in his mouth, his face flushed from choking.
This issue!
This matter is very unreliable, he still thinks about how to get the news out, and then call it out.
"Cough, brother Pei, although the elders in the family haven't gotten married yet, the marriage is a big deal for two people after all. Your lady Yan'er and my elder need to think about it carefully, don't be in a hurry."
Ning Chen's head hurts and he can't do anything about it. If it's a matter between men, if he can't think of a solution, he can just call it out. Now that an innocent girl is involved, his IQ will not be enough immediately. Do you want to write a letter to the eldest grandson? This thought suddenly flashed in Ning Chen's mind, and his whole body was jolted, and he immediately dismissed the thought of courting death.