If you want me to say, the host will bring people back to the Central Plains.

Where can you find such an innocent and beautiful young man?

People live well in the grasslands and are loved by their relatives. It is inappropriate for you to bring him to the Central Plains where he is unfamiliar.

In the end, Shi Tu couldn't bear it.

She could feel the friendliness and love of the people here for him, and even if she liked it, she could not deprive him of the right to enjoy family affection.

Okay, the host, don't forget the side quests

The system glanced at Zhe Faye secretly, um, it's a pity.

Seeing her drooping eyes, Zhebie was a little unsure of her mind, and hurriedly explained,

"I-I'm serious, I'm by no means a frivolous person."

A Ying must have misunderstood him, right?

The young man's thoughts went round and round, and he felt uneasy in his heart.

"I know."

People's eyes will not deceive people. His eyes tell her that he is very serious about this relationship.

"We people in the Central Plains have a saying that there is no feast in the world that will not be separated, which means that separation is inevitable, and it is good to cherish it in the heart."

Perhaps after returning to Beijing, at a certain moment, she will still think of this sincere young man on the grassland.

His love is too hot, but she can only politely refuse.

"But I, Aon, said that if you like a person, you have to pursue it bravely. There is no separation. I just want to be with the person I like."

Why do you want to separate, is he not doing well enough?

He can change.

Zhebei pursed his lips, but his eyes were very determined.

"You Aon won't agree with us being together."

The tribes on the grasslands are extremely exclusive, especially those from the royal family, most of whom want to marry other tribes.

That's why Situ said it with such certainty.

also wanted him to retreat despite difficulties and not to disobey the royal family.

"I'll let Aon agree!"

Zebie stuffed her with the porridge simmering on the stove, and rushed out without looking back.

"hey you"

Si Tu wanted to stop him, but when she opened the curtain, Zhebie had already run away.

"Why did Miss Gu come out? It's so windy and cold outside that you haven't recovered well yet."

Wu Ya put down her work and helped her into the yurt.

When he touched Situ's arm, Wu Ya shrank his hand uncomfortably.

Feeling her discomfort, Si Tu looked down and saw that her hands were cracked by the strong wind, and there were traces of blood oozing.

Even the wool cloak was baggy, sewed and mended several times, and it didn't even fit her size.

The grassland is bitter and cold, the resources are extremely scarce, and the people of the tribe live in extreme hardship.

Living by herding cattle and horses is completely dependent on the sky for food.

They want to live and want to enjoy better supplies like the people in the Central Plains, so they repeatedly invade the surrounding area.

After adding a few more pieces of charcoal, Wu Ya couldn't hide her envy in her eyes.

A small basket of black charcoal from the Central Plains needs a lamb, if only she was born in the Central Plains.

Seeing that the bowl of porridge was still on the side, Wu Ya thought it was not to her taste, and laughed,

"You can tell Wuya what Miss Gu wants to eat."

Take a closer look at this girl from the Central Plains, she is so beautiful, no wonder the little prince is so precious.

Si Tu's eyes fell on the bowl of porridge, and he asked casually,

"These rice grains were bought from the Central Plains caravan last night."

Needless to say, it must have been specially prepared by Tetsuby to take care of her diet.

Well, it's really kind.

"Yes, those merchants brought a lot of strange things, and I want to check them out later."

"They're still here!"

Situ raised his head sharply, his voice raised several times.

"Yes, yes, it's in the yurt not far away."

Wu Ya was a little frightened by her abnormality, and stammered slightly.

Holding her arm, Situ calmed down the anger in his heart, and said with a cheerful expression,

"Then can you take me with you?"

How dare this little bastard lie to her!

Don't you think people are caring just now?

She's a little bunny now, tsk tsk, a fickle woman.

You talk a lot lately

Si Tu's eyes were cold, and with just one sentence, the system silenced and escaped.

Hey, the host has come to bully it again.

Mei Mei blinked lightly, and Si Tu pretended to be eager to see new things.

"But your injury isn't healed yet, let's wait for the little prince to come back."

When he comes back, it is estimated that this matter will be over.

Situ raised her eyes, grabbed her cloak, and shook it,

"I'm fine. I don't need to tell him about such a small thing. We'll just take a look, just take a look."

Stretching out a scallion-white index finger, Situ spoke very seriously.

Like a playful little girl who has been suffocated for a long time.

Unable to hold back her coquettish behavior, Wu Ya agreed after tangled for a while.

Anyway, just take a look, nothing else will happen.

Chahar King's Tent

Meng En was discussing matters with his subordinates, and when he looked up, he saw his grandson striding forward, and his face didn't seem very good.

Yo, it's rare to see him deflated.

"Who is this who messed with our little prince?"

General Taki had just stepped back from the battlefield, and when he saw Tetsube's frustrated appearance, he couldn't help joking.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhebei, waiting for his next words.

"Aon, Chahar has a rule that anyone who can hunt the Snow Wolf King can let Khan fulfill one of his wishes."

The crowd became more interested when they heard it.

The little prince of Jiuli Kingdom, the grandson of Chahar Khan, and what he can't get himself?

"certainly."

Meng En nodded, feeling faintly trapped.

Chahar has had this rule since its establishment, but no one has mentioned it for a long time.

"I want to marry Aying."

Mengen's eyebrows twitched, and sure enough, this kid will make it difficult for him to be a grandfather.

"You also know that Jiuli and Da Zhou are related by marriage."

And Jiuli's princes are all married, and only Zhebie is the one who is married.

"There are in-laws, but there is no specific person."

The royal clan has some good people, but it is not bad for him.

If he insists on marrying someone he doesn't like, then it's better to just let him die.

Meng En didn't agree with Jiuli and Da Zhou's marriage in the first place. Since this was what Zhebie wanted, he could only be satisfied as a grandfather.

Who let him have only this good grandson?

"Marriage is not a child's play, are you sure you have considered it?"

Meng's expression was serious.

He understands this grandson, even if he doesn't agree with the marriage, it's useless.

Since the Central Plains woman was his favorite, it was nothing to agree to it.

In short, she is just a woman, how much wind and waves can she make?

"I don't want her to marry."

The young man's attitude was firm, and his answer was eloquent.

"No, I don't agree!"

An untimely voice interjected in the tent.