The night in the grassland was very cold, and the rapid loss of blood made Si Tu's vision gradually blurred.

The horse ran extremely fast, and in less than half an hour, it completely threw off the pursuers behind.

And Si Tu also honorably fell off his horse and fell on a low bush on one side.

The blood dripped down her fingertips onto the sand, and there seemed to be a spark of fire not far away.

If there is fire, there is someone.

Si Tu pinched his thigh hard, keeping his consciousness awake.

But before taking a few steps, she fell to the ground.

Dawn is approaching, the dawn reappears, and a team of people is walking not far away.

"Hey, that looks like a dead man."

Tu Shahe quickly reined in the reins, so as not to let the horse's hooves step on her.

"What's so strange about dead people? There's been a lot of wars here recently. It's normal."

Although the young man said so, he still turned over and dismounted to check.

After all, it is a human life, can be saved or must be saved.

"You even took me here during the war."

Tushahe complained in a low voice, but he cherished his life very much.

Grabbing the corner of her clothes, Zhebei turned her over and took a breath.

"It's not dead, it's still alive."

Zhebei looked at her lips that were purple from the cold, and quickly took off the wolf fur cloak and covered her.

"What a poor girl."

Tushahe raised his eyebrows, "How do you know she's a girl?"

He saw that he was obviously a young man, and his hair was tied up like a man from the Central Plains.

Jebie poked her tender cheek with his fingertips, and said with a smirk,

"She looks so good-looking, she must be a girl."

Tushahe couldn't see the bright smile of his Highness.

Really silly and sweet.

Holding Situ on his horse, Zhebie swung his whip and walked like the Chahar tribe, ignoring the shouting of Tushahe behind him.

"Please, that's a girl from the Central Plains!"

Didn't Changshengtian warn you not to pick up people on the grassland?

And especially the Central Plains!

Less than three kilometers ahead is the base camp of the Chahar tribe, which is the fire that Si Tu saw last night.

But now she doesn't know that she will really be taken to Chahar.

The bump on the horse's back made Si Tu's wound open again, causing her to take a few breaths of cold air.

Situ opened his eyes in confusion, and what caught his eyes was the young man's smooth and graceful chin, as well as the tall bridge of his nose.

He wears a felt hat, covered with gems of various colors, and looks extravagant.

The cool breeze was separated by the wolf fur cloak, raging on the boy's broad shoulders, blocking the hunting cold wind for her.

Tetsube felt a blazing gaze, looked down, and the corners of his mouth curved,

"You're awake, I'll take you to find my Aon, he must have a way to heal your wounds."

He A Weng is the most powerful khan on the grassland, and he can definitely help him cure her.

The young man made a vow, and his eyes were full of bright stars, more beautiful than any gem Situ had ever seen.

It's a pity that she fainted before she could appreciate this beauty.

"Yeah, I'm dizzy again. Are all women in the Central Plains so petite and frail?"

However, it is quite comfortable to hold.

Zhebie whipped his whip and accelerated again.

The people of the Chahar tribe naturally knew the little prince Jiuli, the grandson of Mengen Khan, and greeted him one after another.

"Cousin hasn't seen him for a few days and is strong again."

Tebbie was joking affectionately, knowing everything here.

Heci Chaer waved the half-moon axe that was one meter long, and walked towards him with a body that was nearly two meters long.

"Khan knew you were coming and was already waiting for you at the king's tent."

From the tent came the aroma of butter tea and the smell of roasted lamb shank, and Zebie patted his shoulder on his horse.

"I know that Aon is the best for me. Cousin will be with me when he's done with work."

Good things need to be shared together, he remembers everything Grandma taught him.

Heci Cha'er looked at Situ on the horse, his eyebrows furrowed together, and he said in a rough voice,

"Little prince, you should know that Chahar does not welcome foreigners."

Even other tribes that are close friends require the permission of the Khan to enter.

And Zhebie, who knew the rules of Chahar, tilted his head and smiled,

"This is the slave I just bought, it's mine."

The little prince's smile was particularly contagious, and the two-meter-tall Hecichaer couldn't resist, and waved his hand to signal that he had passed the test.

But whether this slave can stay in Chahar still needs the permission of the Khan.

Holding the man in his arms, Jebe called out to the witch doctor of the tribe,

"Wudutai, come and show her, she is seriously injured."

Zhebie looked worriedly at Si Tu's still bleeding wound.

If such a beautiful person dies, he will be very sad.

"This is an arrow wound, just apply some herbs."

Wudutai is very good at treating these kinds of wounds, and after a while, the herbs are prepared.

"Then when will she wake up?"

Zhebei looked at her expectantly with his bright eyes open.

He really wanted to hear her voice, it must be very good, just like the most singing lark on the grassland.

"Oh, when I entered the Chahar Department, I went to the witch doctor instead of me first."

Meng En said that he was a little jealous, and his little prince didn't even remember him.

Opening the curtain, Mengen strode in.

Zhebie didn't see him for a long time, and immediately jumped up to him,

"How can it be? My mother-in-law often taught me that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Didn't I accumulate virtue for A Weng?"

Mengen doesn't eat his way, pretending to be angry,

"Hmph, don't use the Central Plains people's tricks to fool me, it's definitely not a good thing for you to come."

Mengen knew his personality well, and he must have come to Chahar to avoid marriage.

"Aon, didn't I miss you so much?"

In a word, let Aon be happy first. As for the marriage with Da Zhou, you can delay it as long as you can.

He had never seen that third highness of Laozi, why would he marry her?

Isn't this little slave you just picked up?

Meng En was very useful to Zhebei's closeness, but he still had a serious look on his face.

"I tell you, if Jiuli came to ask for someone, I wouldn't cover you up."

Of course, Zhebie knew that Mengen was a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted man. With his words, he was temporarily safe.

"Aon is the best. By the way, I bought a little slave to take with me. Aon won't mind."

Zhebei blinked his eyes, quite a bit coquettish.

"Your people, you can take care of yourself."

After all, he is a slave, how much wind and waves can he turn over.

Meng En didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Okay, Aon, I'll go down to rest first."

Zhebei hugged the person and ran away without a trace.

He was in a hurry to go back and give her medicine. The wound on her body should not be delayed.

As for the delicious food in the tent, Tuzahe will bring it back to him.

"Hey, stinky boy."

Seeing the figure of Zebie leaving quickly, Mengen stomped his feet in anger.

"Next time I catch him, I'll definitely beat him."

Wudutai on the side said, I will quietly watch you speak harshly.