"Come on, get on the horse."

Zhebie stretched out his palm towards her and tethered the Snow Wolf King's body behind the horse.

The two rode a horse together, hunting in the cold wind, blowing away the bloody smell of Si Tu's cracked wound.

Zhebie took off the wolf fur from his shoulders and draped it over her, only to find that she didn't respond.

"Aying"

Quickly reined in the reins, the faint smell of blood came from the air, which made Zhebie tremble.

"Aying, don't scare me."

As Zhebei jumped off the horse, Situ, who lost his support, fell abruptly to the back, but fortunately, Zhebei caught her.

The big palm was pressed against her hot forehead, and Zhebie hugged her, naturally seeing the deep scratches on her arm.

Heci Chaer, who was not far away, led a small group of people to come and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The little prince had not returned, and the Khan was so worried that he sent them out to find someone.

Fortunately, along the route of the morning, they found the little prince.

It's just that this woman doesn't seem to be hurt.

After returning to the tribe, Wudutai was hurriedly called over, looking at the blood-covered woman in front of him, he didn't know what to do.

"Little prince, I will do my best."

Knowing that Si Tu was injured trying to attract the attention of the wolves, everyone present couldn't help but be impressed by her bravery.

Wudutai took out precious herbs, made juice and fed it to her.

Now he can only do his best to obey the destiny.

"Whether you can survive or not depends on tonight."

As long as the fever subsides, people can live.

Wudutai looked at Zhebie's red eyes and sighed.

hope Jiren has her own good looks, and she can escape this disaster.

Jebe stayed on the slump, handling the wound on her arm little by little.

For the whole night, Tebee did not do anything else.

Until Chaoyang came to the world again, Wudutai wanted to replace Zhebie with Wu Ya, a young girl from the clan, but he was ruthlessly rejected.

Wu Ya came in with a bowl of hot porridge, looking at Zhebie's gray face, she didn't know what to say to comfort him for a while.

The hot porridge slowly cooled, and Zhebei was like a statue, not moving at all.

He is like the most loyal knight, always guarding the princess's side, daring not to slack off.

Tetsube's tears dripped down her cheeks, her head lowered.

The trembling eyelashes were like fluttering butterflies, feeling the coolness on his cheeks, Si Tu slowly opened his eyes.

"What's the matter, why are you crying?"

The 1.8-meter boy burst into tears, and Si Tu's voice was hoarse.

Raising his head abruptly, Zhebie wiped away his tears, not at all feeling that it would be undignified to shed tears in front of her, but instead put her needs first.

"Aying, you wake up, do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you."

Passing the warm water to her lips, Zebie raised her back gently with a smile on her face.

The wound has been re-bandaged, and it should be Zebei who can take care of her.

Originally, she thought she would be able to hold out until she returned to the tribe, but unexpectedly, she fainted halfway through.

It's embarrassing to think about.

"I'm fine, you see the fever is gone."

Pulling Zhebie's hand to his forehead, Si Tu's voice was soft, and it was like a spring water in Zhebie's heart.

But thinking of her blood-covered appearance, Zhebie pursed her thin lips again,

"It's okay, you told me it was okay last night!"

He fainted as soon as he said he was fine, how could he be at ease.

He hurriedly called Wudutai, and it was not until he confirmed that she was alright that Zhebie's dangling heart fell.

"Don't touch the wound with water these days, and eat a lighter diet"

Wudutai warned a lot, and Zhebie followed behind him like a well-behaved student with a very serious look.

"I see, thank you."

If it weren't for the precious herbs in Wudutai's hands, I'm afraid A Ying wouldn't be able to survive.

"Okay, I'll leave the words of thanking me for later."

As an elder who watched Tebbie grow up since he was a child, he couldn't wait to drink the wedding wine of the two.

The Chahar Ministry has not held a wedding for a long time, and it should be lively and lively.

Lifting people to a corner, Wudutai taught his secrets to chasing his wife,

"Since you like someone's girl, you should start early, and if you marry someone, you should treat her well."

Zhebie looked quite educated, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and smiling with big white teeth,

"I'll treat her well!"

This life will never fail her.

He knew that men in the Central Plains were used to having three wives and four concubines, but as long as they found one partner, they would be loyal without any third person.

Handing the concoction prepared by Wudutai just now to her, Zhebie still had a smile on his lips,

"What's the matter, is there a happy event?"

He smiled so happily, and was inexplicably a little silly.

After taking the green concoction, Si Tu frowned, she still resisted the smell.

But in the next second, Zhebei got it from somewhere, spread out his palm, and there was a piece of caramel wrapped in Jiangmi skin.

The grassland salt and sugar resources are very scarce, and Si Tu asked in surprise,

"Where did you get this?"

"It came from a caravan."

He replaced two-thirds of the prey he hit yesterday with caramel.

The medicine was so bitter, without the sugar, she would frown and be unhappy.

"A caravan?"

This means that if there are people from the Central Plains, she can return to Lincheng.

When he thought of going back to his career, Si Tu instantly regained his energy and asked quickly,

"Where are they now?"

If possible, take her back to Lincheng by the way.

Si Tu lowered his eyes and had a plan in his heart, but he didn't notice the tightly clenched fist in front of Zhebie.

Did she want to leave him?

"They've already left, they left last night."

He will never allow her to leave, even if it is a lie, he will break her thoughts.

"Ah, that's it."

Si Tu couldn't hide her loss. She left last night, so she shouldn't be able to catch up now.

"Does Ah Ying want to return to the Central Plains?"

The young man stared at her closely, his sharp black eyes were like sharp arrows, trying to see through the deepest thoughts in her heart.

But Situ did not notice the trap of this temptation, and said according to his own mind,

"Of course, I am from the Central Plains and of course I am going back to the Central Plains. My relatives are all there."

Her words have been made clear, but Zhebei still struggled,

"Then Ah Ying can take over all your family members, and I will take good care of them."

He is the youngest prince in Jiuli, and has the ability to take good care of her family.

just ask her not to leave him.

"Then how can it be, you and I are not relatives, how can I let you take care of them?"

Si Tu was a little strange, but he was relieved when he thought that the child was reluctant to bear his playmate.

Rubbing his head, Si Tu was about to say something, but he was interrupted in a hurry.

"It's not a relative, A Ying, I like you and want to be with you forever. I swear to Changshengtian that you won't marry me in this life!"

The young man's expression is serious, and his heartfelt feelings are particularly touching.

His eyes seemed to be burning with fire, burning to the bottom of Si Tu's heart.