Taking the man back to his tent, Zhebei brought in a maid to treat the wound for Si Tu.

But the maid made her wound deeper.

Si Tu, who was in a coma, frowned tightly, his face quickly turned pale, and he looked extremely fragile.

"Okay Wuya, I'm here, you go down first."

If she is dealt with like this again, I am afraid this little slave will die of pain.

Jebey gently lifted her collar, his fingertips touched her hot skin, and he panicked.

Oops, she must have a fever.

Yes, apply the medicine first.

The witch doctor had told him before that if the wound was inflamed, it might cause a fever.

Jebbie looked away and peeled her thin dress from the neckline.

He heard that women in the Central Plains attach great importance to famous festivals. Although he has not seen anything, he will definitely be responsible.

Zhebie knew the two wounds on her body for a long time, and quickly spread the herbal medicine on it, and then took the gauze and wrapped it carefully.

After a single operation, it made him blushed.

The old clothes could no longer be worn, so Zhebie went out of the king's tent and asked Wu Ya to borrow clothes and come back.

Outside the yurt, happened to meet Tu Shahe who came to deliver food.

"Well, these are all prepared for you by Khan."

But he killed most of them.

With that said, Tu Shahe was about to go in, it was very cold outside, and he wanted to go in to keep warm.

"You can't go in!"

Zebie snatched the food from his hand and stood in front of him, his expression rarely cold.

The woman could only show him, and he wouldn't want to be seen by others, not even Tushahe, who grew up with him.

It was rare to see Zhebei's serious face, and Tushahe joked,

"The little prince has grown up and knows how to hide what he likes."

Zhebie didn't hesitate, and immediately swore his sovereignty, like a wolf cub protecting his food,

"She was picked up by me, she is mine."

Tushahe laughed and said,

"Okay, go, go to Changshengtian to pray tomorrow, and let the two of you get married."

A joke from Tushahe fell into Zhebie's heart, like a tree with roots.

The mother-in-law told him that married people can stay together forever.

His heart was swollen, and there was a warm current flowing through him. He couldn't tell what this feeling was like.

But Zhebei knew that he wanted to be with her for a long time.

Putting the clothes back into the tent, Zhebei was still thinking about the proposal to take off Sahe just now, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Water I want to drink water."

A weak and soft voice came from the collapse, and it fell in Zebie's ears, which was very pleasant.

Busy brought a large bowl, which was filled with water.

Zhebie helped her up and pressed the rim of the bowl to her pale lips.

Touching her thin shoulder bones, Zhebie thought to himself that he must make up for her in the future.

It's impossible to be so thin, a strong wind on the grassland is about to blow her away.

After drinking a large bowl of water, Situ fell into a coma again.

Her body was very hot, and Zhebei was afraid that the ragged clothes would worsen the infection of the wound, so she could only replace it.

Still, keep your head down.

Women in the Central Plains probably like that kind of modest gentleman, so he should also be a gentleman!

After calling a basin of cold water, Zhebei wet the towel and put it on her hot forehead.

Then he was worried, and went to Wudutai to ask for a few herbs that could reduce fever.

Several familiar tribesmen muttered to themselves when they saw his flamboyant appearance.

"What's the matter with the little prince? You don't usually see him so concerned about something."

Tusha patted their shoulders and said mysteriously,

"He, in the words of the Central Plains people, is the beginning of love."

But the people present were at a loss, and they couldn't speak the Central Plains dialect easily. How could they understand such a profound vocabulary.

"Tsk, chicken and duck talk."

Tu Sahe pouted in disgust, looked at Zhebei's back, and shook his head.

Both Da Zhou and Jiuli intend to make a good truce. As long as this marriage is finalized, the peace of the border can be guaranteed for 50 years.

As for this little slave, it's okay to stay with the little prince as a plaything.

After all, whether in the Central Plains or the grasslands, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.

Although the Central Plains is the emperor of Xihe, it still cannot change the fact that this is a patriarchal society.

Zhebie, who returned to the yurt, shook his palm, for fear that the chill on his body would pass to her.

But when he walked to the inner room, he found that there was no one on the bed.

Just as he was about to call Tushahe in to find someone, Zhebie found a cold and sharp piece of porcelain pressed against his neck.

"Who are you and where is this place?"

Situ's hand holding the porcelain piece clenched tightly, the porcelain piece cut through her fingertips, and the pain woke her up.

"My name is Zhebie, this is my Aon's tribe, you put down the tiles first, your hands are bleeding."

Isn't it said that the women in the Central Plains are the most delicate and pleasant, how come they didn't hurt him, but they hurt themselves.

Hearing some familiar voices, Si Tu gradually put down his guard.

This person should be the one who saved her.

The tile fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have pointed it to your neck."

Since he is a savior, what he did just now was a bit excessive.

Situ's head was still dizzy, and he held the bed next to him unsteadily.

If she were to find the man who shot the arrow, she would shoot him into a hedgehog.

"Oh, you obviously hurt yourself, why are you still apologizing to me?"

Zhebei smashed his thoughts on the side, took the herbs, crushed them, mixed them into the water, and handed them to her.

"The witch doctor said that if you drink it, the fever will go away faster."

The boy raised his bright eyes, brighter than any star in the sky.

Seeing that she didn't move, Zhebie frowned, it seemed that she didn't trust him very much.

Well, a little sad.

Seeing the green herbal juice mixed with the clear water and the unpleasant smell, Si Tu swallowed.

But she still took it and drank it abruptly.

Seeing that the bottom of the bowl became empty, Zhebie showed a smile and praised,

"You are much braver than me. I don't even dare to drink such unpleasant medicine."

This young man has such a sweet smile.

Isn't this better than the villain who wants to destroy the sky and destroy the earth?

It's just npc, does the host have any ideas?

The system flipped through the plot, a little confused.

It seems that they came a little early in the timeline, and the villains have not started to blacken at this time.

So even the system can't confirm which person will be the villain they want to save.

Yes, want to touch his hairy head

System: Sure enough, a beautiful person or thing, even if he is the host of the God of War, cannot be exempted from the vulgarity.

Drop, the side quest starts

Situ: Is this the rhythm of working overtime?

As the second female emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, to eliminate the people who wanted to usurp the throne in the previous dynasty

Since the main quest has not yet started, let the host start a career first.

In short, don't let her idle.