The bonfire in the tent was crackling, adding a bit of warmth to the night on the grassland.

Handing a bowl of clear water, Zhebei scratched his head embarrassedly,

"We are short of resources in the grasslands, so we can only use clear water to detoxify the bitterness. I'm sorry for you."

think that among them, there will be no shortage of salt and sugar.

It was indeed a grievance to have her by his side.

Facing the guiltful eyes of the young man, Situ chuckled lightly,

"It's not bitter, you saved me, I should repay you."

She has always had a clear sense of grievance and repayment.

repay?

Zhebei seemed to have read the book of words from the Central Plains before, and his eyes lit up immediately,

"Do you have a saying in the Central Plains that you should repay your life-saving grace with your body?"

If he could keep her in the grassland, he would try his best to be nice to her.

However, will she choose to stay in this barren land?

Situ's laughter is clear and sweet,

"How old are you, you want to marry a wife."

Looking at his appearance, it should be only sixteen or seventeen.

Thinking about it, he is also extremely favored at home, so he can develop such a naive character.

Hearing her questioning, Zhebie stood up suddenly, his stature was a head taller than Si Tu,

"I'm not too young, I can marry a wife."

Cousin Hecichaer was only three years older than him, and the baby could run off the ground.

Si Tu only regarded him as a child, and didn't take it to heart.

After all, who would care about a half-year-old child?

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

The names of the people from the Central Plains should be very nice. If there is a chance, he would like to go to Beijing to see it.

Si Tu lowered his eyes, hiding the dark light in them.

Her real name must not be used anymore.

Da Zhou and Chahar are still fighting, and the tribe she is in may also be Chahar's ally.

She must not be taken lightly!

Raising his eyes, Si Tu saw fireflies with green lights flying outside the tent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"My name is Gu Ying, Ying of Firefly is a merchant from Dazhou. I accidentally entered the battlefield and was unfortunately shot by a stray arrow."

After making up a perfect identity, Si Tu explained the origin of the wound on his body by the way.

"Gu Ying"

Zhebie murmured these two words in a low voice, then raised his eyes and smiled lightly,

"What a nice name."

As beautiful as someone like her.

But at this moment, a tall shadow appeared outside the tent.

"Little prince, Khan has something to do with your little slave."

little slave?

Si Tu cast doubtful eyes on Zhebei.

"Our tribe does not allow outsiders, so I can only pretend that you are the slave I just bought."

Zebie explained in a low voice, his dark eyes did not show any rudeness to her.

The relationship between them is equal.

Putting his cloak on her body, Zhebie led someone to the king's tent.

After all, although Aon was his grandfather, he was also the khan of the entire tribe.

He couldn't openly disgrace Aon.

The king's tent burned the bonfire vigorously, and Mengen, Wudutai and several important generals were all there.

This battle is quite a three-chamber stance.

Mengen's sharp eyes like a falcon swept across the wrapped Situ.

However, Zhebie stepped forward and stopped him.

"Oh, A Weng, don't scare A Ying. She got lost with the caravan and got hurt again. It's very pitiful."

Seeing her trembling with fright, Meng En snorted coldly and withdrew his gaze,

"It's so precious, and I don't see you usually feel sorry for my old bones."

Situ said, I was just cold, not scared.

"Recent border turmoil, are there still caravans?"

Monique would not be fooled so easily.

As the military advisor of the king's tent, he has the responsibility to eliminate all dangerous factors, even if she is a seemingly weak woman.

Zhebie couldn't see others speaking to her in an interrogating tone, but just as he was about to step forward, he was held by Si Tu.

"Of course there is, as long as the buyer is paying a high enough price, we will take orders even when the two countries are at war."

"Then what about your wound, this is a special arrow made by my grassland tribe."

Wudutai recognized it almost at a glance, and immediately reported it to Khan, which is why it came out tonight.

"It was A Ying who strayed into the battlefield and was hit by the arrow."

Zebie stood in front of her, struggling to explain.

He believed that A Ying was right.

"Aweng, Aying is not a bad person."

Tetsu didn't promise again and again.

"I've learned to lie and deceive people, and I even lied to Aon that she was the little slave you bought."

In order to keep her here, he is considered to be "painful".

Meng En felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But at this time, Si Tu didn't start, avoiding Zhebie's burning and trusting gaze.

"A Ying is just a small person, so there's no reason for A Weng to ask her in person."

Tetsuby smelled something wrong, there must be something he didn't know about.

Mun sighed and said,

"General Da Zhou has disappeared, and his life and death are unknown."

But there is a high probability that she is still alive, after all, no one has seen her body.

"A Ying is a girl, how could she be the leader of Da Zhou?"

This point has also been questioned by Mengen, but in case they should be cautious.

"It is said that the Lord Zhou is a son of the royal family, but we don't know whether it is a male or a female."

The detailed work they sent out had never seen the true face of the general for several months.

only know that the main general's shirt is bright red, which is particularly eye-catching.

Si Tu narrowed her eyes, fortunately she planned to rush out after her identity was revealed.

Unexpectedly, these people don't even know her gender.

"Let's come here first tonight, there will be the Mudam Conference in a few days, you all prepare well."

Meng En waved his hand, and this is the end of the matter.

Right now, they are at a stalemate with Da Zhou, but the winter is coming soon, so they need to stock up on rations as soon as possible.

After returning to the yurt, Si Tu immediately got into the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold.

"It turns out that you women in the Central Plains are so afraid of the cold, so squeamish."

Looking at the little man wrapped in a ball, Zhebei smiled heartily, like a bright moon hanging in the night sky.

"It's not as thick as your prairie men."

After choking back, Si Tu had already started to sneeze again and again.

Zhebei laughed, but still covered her with the cloak.

In the years to come, it seems pretty good to have such a person bickering with me.

Touching her thin arm, Zhebie frowned,

"It looks like at the Mudham Conference, I'm going to hunt a few more prey to make up for your body."

So thin, it's worrying to look at.

"Mudam Conference?"

Meeting her doubtful eyes, Tetsuby explained,

"Every year when winter is approaching, all tribes hold a Mudam meeting. One is to pray for longevity to keep us through the winter, and the other is to hunt and prepare rations for the winter."