Ning Chen admitted that he was just thinking about things, but he didn't expect that even thinking about things could come true.

However, after a brief surprise, Ning Chen's thoughts gradually subsided again. He knew very well that Prince Yan had only a sword in his heart and could not accept this girl.

In the open land, the young men showed dissatisfaction on their faces, but they did not dare to be arrogant here.

On the high platform, the beautiful girl walked down shyly, stepped forward and hung the red belt in her hand on the arms of the person she liked to show her feelings.

The applause suddenly sounded in the crowd. This was the most beautiful pearl of their tribe and should receive the warmest blessing.

"We've finished watching the fun, let's go." Prince Yan said lightly as calm as ever.

The figure turned around without any nostalgia, as if the matter had not yet come to my eyes.

The red belt and hydrangea slid down and fell silently to the ground, fluttering up and rolling with the wind, but still could not make the person who turned around and left look back at all.

Ning Chen sighed in his heart and turned around the wheelchair to leave. It is not a lover in the world that can finally get married, let alone a ruthless person.

The senior is the innate, the celestial being. He is a peerless genius who has been practicing for more than 30 years and has entered the fourth tribulation of the innate. How could he be bound by the emotions of the world?

The beautiful girl was stunned and looked at the red belt and hydrangea falling to the ground, and for a moment she couldn't come back to her senses.

"Come, stop them!" At this moment, an old man with white beard walked out and said with a gloomy expression.

As he spoke, more than ten big-sleeved and round-waisted grassland men rushed out and quickly chased them.

However, as soon as more than a dozen people approached the two, they felt an irresistible force coming, and immediately, they all flew out.

"Warrior"

The old man with white beard shrank his eyes and knew that these two people were not simple, but the face of the Qiu tribe was also not to be desecrated, so things could not be forgotten.

"Mingcheng, leave them behind." The old man with white beard looked serious and shouted.

"Yes" Before he finished speaking, a man in black with a scimitar on his waist appeared, stomped his feet, and his whole body turned into a black shadow and swept towards the two of them.

"when"

The swords and swords connected to block the way forward of the man in black. Ning Chen used force to swing the former, and his brows unconsciously frowned.

Seeing the scimitar in the hand of the man in black, he suddenly remembered that when Changsun was assassinated, the weapons used by the assassins were like this.

There are not many people using scimitars in this world, and there are even fewer moon-shaped scimitars in the hands of men in black.

On the other side, the figure of the man in black moved again, and the scimitar slashed past, like a slanting moon, coming silently.

"Bang"

With a strong confrontation, the two of them were frantically chaotic, but when a crisp break sound was heard, an extremely obvious crack appeared on the wheelchair wheels.

Ning Chen frowned again, his left hand condensed his fingers, and broke into the heart and mouth of the former. When it came into contact, it converged for seven minutes and three minutes to penetrate the body.

"Well"

The man in black let out a muffled groan, his figure flew out, and he took several steps, then a mouthful of blood was spurted out, his eyes were sluggish.

"Senior, we won't leave now," Ning Chen said.

"Is there anything wrong?" Prince Yan stopped and asked.

"There is something to do" Ning Chen nodded and replied.

He wanted to confirm whether the person who assassinated Changsun had anything to do with the man in black in front of him, and his wheelchair was about to break down, so he needed to repair it.

The wheelchair that Mr. Lu of the academy made for him was scrapped in the explosion. The one under him was bought by a merchant from the North Mongolian merchant with Prince Yan's money. Now it seems that it is indeed very unsolid.

The wheelchair creaked, and the two turned around and rushed towards the old man with white beard.

"Hello, old man," Ning Chen smiled brightly on his face and bent down to salute.

"Catch them up," the old man with white bearded looked dark and shouted.

More than a dozen men climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and then surrounded the two of them, fearful and did not dare to move forward easily.

"We won't resist without being caught." Ning Chen said with a smile.

"Yan'er, it's up to you to decide what they do." The old man with white beard looked at the woman not far away and said in a deep voice.

"Take them back to the tent first." Pei Yan, who had been silent, spoke softly.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan had no objection and obediently followed the escort man and walked to the tent where they were imprisoned.

Most of the tribes on the grassland live nomadic life, and the place where they live is this kind of tent that is easy to transfer.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan entered and looked at the decorations inside. It didn't look like a place to imprison prisoners, but rather a residence for guests.

It seems that the girl is in a good mood and will not do too much even if she is angry.

Speaking of which, half of the mistakes this time were in their own way. They followed the local customs, but they only followed the customs and dressed others, but still could not accept other things.

"What 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 man in black was very similar to the weapons used by those who assassinated the Queen," Ning Chen replied with a serious expression.

He had suspected many people at the beginning, including the Northern Meng Royal Court, the Eternal Night God Cult, and the West Palace. Now it seems that it was indeed done by the Northern Meng people.

Since it was done by the Northern Meng Royal Court, it must be related to Fan Lingyue.

"Can you confirm?" Prince Yan asked with a cold chill in his eyes.

"The possibility is very high, so I asked to stay." Ning Chen nodded, his expression was also very bad. If Qingning had not fought to protect each other, he and Changsun would not have escaped. Now it still makes people shudder when they think about it.

"Don't hurt by accident, and don't let him go by accident." Prince Yan said calmly.

"Understand" Ning Chen replied.

Outside the tent, the old man in white beard looked at the man in black beside him and said in a heavy tone, "Mingcheng, can you tell where they came from?"

"I can't tell, but the young man in the wheelchair is very powerful. I'm not his opponent. As for the man in blue, he can't feel the aura of a warrior. He should be just an ordinary person." Mingcheng expressed his opinion.

"Can they be from Daxia?" asked the old man with white beard.

"I can only find out after testing this." Mingcheng thought about it and then said, "But they should not have any malice. If the young man hadn't held back just now, I would probably not be able to stand here."

The old man with white beard nodded and said, "It's better to be careful. Although the Pei tribe does not agree with the war between the two dynasties, the Northern Meng and Daxia have already started fighting, and we can't be the one who leads the wolf into the house."

"Yes," Mingcheng nodded and responded.

Everyone has their own scheming and calculations inside and outside the account. However, the person who should be paid attention to was ignored by the four. Why is a woman's happiness always so easily forgotten?

Pei Yan fell in love with the man in blue at first sight, especially the quiet and indifferent aura on the latter, which made her feel unprecedented tranquility.

"Grandpa" Pei Yan came over, looked at the white-bearded old man in front of the tent, and greeted respectfully.

"Yan'er, have you taken the medicine?" asked the old man with white beard with concern. His granddaughter has been suffering from heartache since childhood and has to take medicine every day to ensure that he will not recur.

"It's been eaten." Pei Yan replied with a gentle smile on her face.

"Where is the third brother?" Pei Yan looked around and found that there was no Mingcheng figure, and couldn't help but ask.

"In the tent," the old man with white beard looked back and said.

In the tent, Mingcheng, who had just walked into, looked at the boy in the wheelchair, and looked at the man in green standing by the table and drinking tea quietly. He felt a little strange. Among the two, the man in green with no smell of a warrior was the headmaster, and the boy showed an attitude more like a junior.

If you are not a warrior, you can still maintain your twenties' face without changing. It's a bit weird no matter how you look at it.

"I'll ask what you call me?" Mingcheng was very calm and asked politely.

"Ning Fan, this is an elder in the family. If you don't like talking to others, you won't introduce it." Ning Chen smiled brightly and replied.

"I'm in Pei Mingcheng, thank you Brother Ning for showing mercy just now." Mingcheng bowed respectfully and thanked him.

"Brother Pei, we have also made mistakes in the previous incident. I hope Brother Pei will not blame us for being rude," Ning Chen sighed softly and said.

"Mingcheng is not easy to deal with the matter of the clan sister, so he can only wait for Yan'er to decide. It was not the Pei clan's intentional embarrassment, but the fact that the marriage is really serious about our tribe. Brother Ning's elders' attitude just now really embarrasses the clan sister."

Mingcheng explained the seriousness of the matter. It is the custom of Pei family that hydrangea attracts kinship and red belts to make connections. It has been the case for thousands of years. The children of the grassland do not have so many colorful things. Men grab hydrangeas, and women only want to hang red belts. They are willing to do so, and they have never had the current situation.

Yan'er is the granddaughter of the clan leader and the pearl of the entire tribe. His face is so important. Today's incident is indeed an exaggeration for the two people in front of him.

Hearing this, Ning Chen glanced at Prince Yan who was still drinking tea calmly, and his head was a little big. Senior, can you express your opinion and say something?

"Brother Pei, we really have no consideration for this matter. We have just come to the nobles and are a little unfamiliar with customs. I hope Brother Pei can tell you a solution." While speaking, Ning Chen also poured himself a cup of tea. Why did he have to be thirsty when his seniors drink tea?

Mingcheng thought for a while and said, "Let your elder marry Yan'er."

"puff"

"Ahem"

Hearing this, Ning Chen sprayed the tea out suddenly, coughing constantly, and his face was choking.

This matter!

This matter is very unreliable, so he would think about how to get the news and then call it out.

"Ahem, Brother Pei, although the elders in the family have not yet got married, the marriage is a big deal for two people after all. Your Miss Yan'er and I, the elder, need to consider it carefully, and there is no rush to be a moment."

Ning Chen had no choice but to have a headache. What should I do? If it was a matter between men, I could not think of a solution and just beat it out. Now that it was involved in a innocent girl, his IQ was not enough immediately.

Why don’t you write a letter to ask Changsun? This thought suddenly flashed through Ning Chen’s mind, and then he was shocked and immediately gave up the idea of ​​seeking death.
Chapter completed!