Ning Chen admitted that he was just thinking wildly, but he didn't expect that wild thoughts could come true.
However, after a brief surprise, Ning Chen's mind gradually calmed down again. He knew very well that Prince Yan only had a sword in his heart and would not accept this girl.
In the open space, the faces of the young men showed dissatisfaction, but they did not dare to act recklessly.
On the high platform, the beautiful girl walked down shyly, stepped forward and hung the red ribbon in her hand on the arms of the person she admired to show her love.
The crowd suddenly burst into applause. This is the most beautiful pearl of their tribe and deserves the warmest blessing.
"We've finished watching the fun, let's go," Prince Yan said calmly, his expression as calm as ever.
The figure that turned around showed no trace of nostalgia, as if what happened just now was not reflected in his eyes at all.
The red ribbon and hydrangea slipped down and fell to the ground silently. They floated and rolled in the wind, but they still failed to make those who turned away have the slightest intention to look back.
Ning Chen sighed in his heart and turned around in the wheelchair to leave. Lovers in this world do not always get married, let alone ruthless people.
The senior is an innate, heavenly being, a peerless genius who has entered the fourth innate calamity after practicing for just over thirty years. How could he be tied down by the emotions of the world?
The beautiful girl was stunned, looking at the red ribbon and hydrangea falling on the ground, and she couldn't recover for a while.
"Someone, stop them!" At this moment, an old man with a white beard walked out and said with a gloomy expression.
"Yes." As soon as he said this, more than a dozen tall, sturdy-looking prairie men rushed out and quickly chased after the two of them.
However, as soon as more than a dozen people were about to approach the two, they felt an irresistible force coming from them, and immediately, they all flew out.
"Warrior"
The white-bearded old man shrank his eyes, knowing that these two people were not simple, but Qiu Clan Tribe's face also could not be desecrated, so the matter could not be left alone.
"Mingcheng, leave them alone," the white-bearded old man said with a serious expression.
"Yes." Before he could finish his words, a man in black with a scimitar hanging on his waist appeared. He stamped his foot and turned into a black shadow that swept toward the two of them.
"When"
The swords connected and blocked the way forward for the man in black. Ning Chen used his hands hard to swing the former away, his brows frowning unconsciously.
Seeing the scimitar in the hands of the man in black, he suddenly remembered that when Changsun was assassinated, the weapon used by the assassins was such a scimitar.
In this world, there are not many people who use scimitars, and even fewer like the moon-shaped scimitar in the hands of the man in black.
On the other side, the figure of the man in black moved again, and the scimitar passed by like a slanting moon, coming silently.
"Bang"
There was a powerful collision, and the dust and sand around the two people were crazy, but they heard a crisp breaking sound, and an extremely obvious crack appeared on the wheels of the wheelchair.
Ning Chen frowned again, pointed his left hand at the former's heart, and at the moment of contact, it was seven points convergent and three points transparent.
"Uh"
The man in black groaned, and his figure flew out, taking a few steps back. Then a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes were sluggish.
"Senior, let's not leave yet," Ning Chen said.
"Is something wrong?" Prince Yan stopped and asked.
"Something's wrong," Ning Chen nodded and replied.
He wanted to confirm whether the person who assassinated Changsun was related to the man in black in front of him, and his wheelchair was about to break down and needed to be repaired.
The wheelchair Mr. Lu made for him in the academy had been scrapped in the explosion. The wheelchair he was wearing was bought from a merchant in Northern Mongolia with Prince Yan's silver. Now it seems that it is indeed very weak.
The wheelchair creaked and the two of them turned around and walked back, rushing towards the white-bearded old man.
"Hello, old sir," Ning Chen said with a bright smile on his face, bending down and saluting.
"Catch them," the white-bearded old man's face darkened, and he shouted.
More than a dozen men struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately surrounded the two men, with fear on their faces, not daring to step forward easily.
"No need to arrest, we won't resist," Ning Chen said with a smile.
"Yan'er, it's up to you to decide how to deal with them," the white-bearded old man said solemnly, looking at the woman not far away.
"Take them back to the tent first," Pei Yan, who had been silent, said softly.
Ning Chen and Prince Yan had no objections and followed the escorting man obediently until they reached the tent where they were detained.
Most of the tribes on the grassland live a nomadic life, and their daily residence is this kind of tent that is easy to move.
Ning Chen and Prince Yan entered and looked at the furnishings inside. It didn't look like a place where prisoners were kept, but more like a residence prepared for guests.
It seems that the girl has a good heart and will not go too far even if she is angry.
Speaking of which, half of the fault for what happened this time was on them. When they were in the country, they followed the Romans. They only followed other people's clothes, but they still couldn't accept other things.
"Why did you stay?" Prince Yan walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked calmly.
"I feel that the scimitar in the hands of the man in black is very similar to the weapons used by those who assassinated Empress Dowager." Ning Chen replied solemnly.
At the beginning, he suspected many people, including Northern Mongol Royal Court, Eternal Night Divine Cult, and Western Palace. Now it seems that it was really someone from Northern Mongolia who did it.
Since it was done by Northern Mongol Royal Court, it must have something to do with Fan Lingyue.
"Can you confirm?" Prince Yan asked with an icy chill in his eyes.
"The possibility is very high, that's why I asked to stay." Ning Chen nodded, with an equally ugly expression. In that assassination, if Qing Ling hadn't fought to protect each other, neither he nor Changsun would have been able to escape. Thinking about it now, it still makes people shudder.
"Don't accidentally injure it, let alone misplace it," Prince Yan said calmly.
"Understood" Ning Chen responded.
Outside the tent, the old man with white beard looked at the man in black beside him and said in a serious tone, "Mingcheng, you can see where they come from."
"I can't tell, but the young man in the wheelchair is very powerful. I am no match for him. As for the man in green, he doesn't feel like a warrior. He should be just an ordinary person." Mingcheng expressed his opinion.
"Could it be someone from Great Xia?" the white-bearded old man asked.
"This can only be known after testing," Mingcheng thought for a moment and then said, "But they don't have any ill intentions. If that young man hadn't held back just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand here."
The white-bearded old man nodded and said, "It's better to be careful. Although Pei Clan Tribe does not agree with the war between the two dynasties, Beimeng and Great Xia have already started fighting after all. We cannot be the ones who lead the wolf into the house."
"Yes" Mingcheng nodded and responded.
Everyone has their own scheming and calculations inside and outside the tent. However, the person who deserves the most attention is ignored by the four people. Why is a woman's happiness always so easily forgotten?
Pei Yan fell in love with the man in green at first sight, especially the quiet and indifferent aura of the latter, which made her feel peaceful like never before.
"Master" Pei Yan came over, looked at the white-bearded old man in front of the tent, and greeted him respectfully.
"Yan'er, have you taken the medicine?" The white-bearded old man asked with concern. His granddaughter has suffered from heartache since she was a child and needs to take medicine every day to ensure that it does not relapse.
"Have eaten it," Pei Yan replied with a gentle smile on his face.
"Where is the third brother?" Pei Yan looked around and found that Mingcheng was not there, so he couldn't help asking.
"In the tent," the white-bearded old man looked back and said.
In the tent, Mingcheng, who had just walked in, looked at the young man in the wheelchair, and then at the man in Tsing Yi who was standing at the table quietly drinking tea. He felt strange in his heart. Among the two of them, the man in Tsing Yi who had no aura of a warrior was the person in charge, and the attitude of this young man was more like that of a junior.
It's a bit weird to look at someone who is not a warrior and can still maintain the appearance of a man in his twenties.
"May I also ask how you address me?" Mingcheng asked politely with a very low attitude.
"Ning Fan, this is the elder in the family. I don't like talking to others, so I won't introduce you much," Ning Chen replied with a bright smile.
"My Pei Mingcheng, thank you Brother Ning for showing mercy." Mingcheng bowed respectfully and thanked.
"Brother Pei is too polite. We were also at fault for what happened before. I hope Brother Pei won't blame us for being rude." Ning Chen sighed softly and said.
"Mingcheng can't get involved in the clan sister's matter. We can only wait for Yan'er to make her own decision. It's not that the Pei clan is deliberately making things difficult. In fact, the matter of recruiting a bride is an extremely serious matter for our tribe. The attitude of the elder Brother Ning just now really makes the clan sister a little embarrassed."
Mingcheng explained the seriousness of the matter. Hydrangea balls and red ribbons are the customs of the Pei family. They have been like this for thousands of years. People on the grassland are not so frivolous. Men grab hydrangeas. Women will only wear red ribbons if they are willing. You agree with me, and the situation today has never happened.
Yan'er is the granddaughter of the clan leader and the pearl of the entire tribe. Face is so important. What happened today was indeed too much for the two people in front of them.
Hearing this, Ning Chen glanced at Prince Yan who was still drinking tea calmly, and his head suddenly became a little big. Senior, can you express your stance and say a word.
"Brother Pei, it is true that we have not considered this matter. I am new to the nobility and am not familiar with the customs. I hope Brother Pei can tell me a solution." As he spoke, Ning Chen also poured himself a cup of tea. Why should he be thirsty when his senior drinks tea?
Mingcheng thought for a while and said, "Let your elder marry Yan'er."
"Poof"
"Ahem"
Hearing this, Ning Chen spit out the tea all at once, coughing continuously, and his face turned red from choking.
This matter!
This matter is very unreliable. He should think about how to get the information and then type it out.
"Ahem, Brother Pei, although the elders in the family have not yet gotten married, the matter of getting married is, after all, a major event for two people. Both you, Miss Yan'er, and I, the elder, need to think carefully about it and don't rush it for a while."
Ning Chen My head hurts so much that I can't help it. What should I do about this matter? If it's a matter between men, just call her out if you can't think of a solution. Now that it involves an innocent girl, his IQ is not enough.
How about writing to Changsun and asking? Ning Chen This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he immediately gave up the idea of seeking death.