Ning Chen admitted that he was thinking nonsense just now, but he didn't expect that his nonsense could come true. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, after a short period of surprise, Ning Chen's mind gradually sank again, he knew very well that Prince Yan only had a sword in his heart, and it was impossible to accept this girl.

In the open field, the young men all showed disbelief on their faces, but they did not dare to be presumptuous here.

On the high platform, the beautiful girl walked down with a shy face, stepped forward and hung the red ribbon in her hand on the arms of the person she liked, as a sign of her heart.

The applause in the crowd suddenly rang out, this is the most beautiful pearl of their tribe, and it deserves the warmest blessings.

"After the excitement is over, let's go" Prince Yan's expression was as calm as ever, and he said lightly.

The figure that turned, without a trace of nostalgia, as if the matter had not been reflected at all just now.

The red ribbon and the hydrangea slid down and fell silently to the ground, floating and rolling in the wind, but they still couldn't make the person who turned and left have half the intention of turning back.

Ning Chen sighed in his heart, and then turned his wheelchair and left, not in the world, there are not lovers who can eventually become married, let alone ruthless people.

The predecessor is a congenital, a celestial, a peerless Tianjiao who has only cultivated for more than 30 years and has entered the fourth tribulation of the innate world, how can he be stumped by the emotions of the world.

The beautiful girl looked at the red ribbon and hydrangea that fell to the ground, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a while.

"Someone, stop them!" At this moment, a white-bearded old man walked out with a gloomy expression.

"Yes" As soon as he spoke, more than a dozen steppe men with big shoulders and round waists rushed out and quickly chased after the two.

However, as soon as more than a dozen people were about to approach the two of them, they felt an irresistible force coming, and in an instant, they all flew out.

"Warrior"

The white-bearded old man's eyes shrank, knowing that these two people were not simple, but the faces of the Qiu tribe were also not allowed to be blasphemed, and the matter could not be left like this.

"Mingcheng, leave them behind" the white-bearded old man shouted with a solemn expression.

"Yes" Before the words fell, a man in black with a scimitar at 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 connected, blocking the way of the man in black, Ning Chen's hand was forced, swinging away the former, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Seeing the scimitar in the hand of the man in black, he suddenly remembered that when the eldest grandson was assassinated, the weapon used by those assassins was such a scimitar.

In this world, there are not many people who use scimitars, and there are even fewer moon-shaped scimitars like the men in black.

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

"Bang"

There was a strong collision, and the dust and sand around the two were frenzied, but when they heard a crisp cracking sound, an extremely obvious crack appeared in the two wheels of the wheelchair.

Ning Chen's brows furrowed again, his left hand condensed his fingers, breaking through the former's heart, the moment he touched, he converged seven points, and three points penetrated the body.

"Ugh"

The man in black snorted, his figure flew out, took a few steps back, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes were sluggish.

"Senior, let's not leave first," Ning Chen said.

"Something?" Prince Yan asked after a pause.

"Something" Ning Chen nodded and replied.

He wanted to confirm whether the person who assassinated the eldest grandson in the first place had anything to do with the man in black in front of him, and his wheelchair was about to break down and needed to be repaired.

The wheelchair made for him by Mr. Lu of the academy has been scrapped in the explosion, and the one under him was still bought from the merchants of Beimeng with the silver of Prince Yan, and now it seems that it is really not strong.

The wheelchair creaked, and the two turned around and walked back, rushing towards the white-bearded old man.

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

"Arrest them," the white-bearded old man shouted, his face sank.

More than a dozen men struggled to get up from the ground, and quickly surrounded the two, with jealous faces, not daring to step forward easily.

"Don't catch it, we won't resist" Ning Chen said with a smile on his face.

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

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

Ning Chen and Prince Yan had no objections, and obediently followed the escorted men until they reached the tent where they were being held.

Most of the tribes in the steppe are nomadic, and their daily living place is this kind of tent that is easy to move.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan entered, looking at the furnishings inside, it didn't look like a place where prisoners were kept, but like a residence prepared for guests.

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

Speaking of which, half of the fault of this time is on them, they follow the customs, they only follow the clothes of others, but they still can't accept other things.

"What are you doing with what you are staying" Prince Yan walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked calmly.

"I feel that the scimitar in the hand of the man in black before is very similar to the weapon used by the people who assassinated the queen mother in the first place," Ning Chen replied with a solemn expression.

At the beginning, he suspected many people, the Northern Mongolian Royal Court, the Eternal Night God Sect, and the one in the West Palace, but now it seems that it is really the people of Beimeng who did it.

Since it was done by the Beimeng Royal Court, it must have nothing to do with Fan Lingyue's escape.

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

"It's very likely, that's why I asked to stay" Ning Chen nodded, his expression was also very ugly, that assassination, if it weren't for Lime desperately protecting each other, he and the eldest grandson would not be able to escape, and now thinking about it, it still makes people shudder.

"Don't hurt by mistake, let alone misplace," Prince Yan said calmly.

"Understood," Ning Chen replied.

Outside the tent, the white-bearded old man looked at the black-clothed man beside him, and said in a heavy tone, "Mingcheng, can you see where they come from?"

"I can't see it, but the young man in the wheelchair is very powerful, I'm not his opponent, as for the man in Tsing Yi, he can't feel the aura of a martial artist, he should just be an ordinary person" Narujo said his opinion.

"Could it be someone from Great Xia," the white-bearded old man asked.

"This can only be known after testing," Narujo thought for a moment, and then said, "But they shouldn't have any ill intentions, if it wasn't for that young man's hand, 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 the Pei tribe does not agree to the war between the two dynasties, but after all, Beimeng and Great Xia have already fought, and we can't be the ones who lure the wolf into the room."

"Yes," Narujo nodded in response.

Each has its own scheming and calculations inside and outside the tent, however, the person who should be paid the most attention to is ignored by the four, why is a woman's happiness always so easily forgotten.

Pei Yan fell in love with the man in Tsing Yi at a glance, especially the quiet and indifferent aura on the latter's body, which made her feel unprecedented tranquility.

"Grandpa" Pei Yan walked 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 white-bearded old man with concern, his granddaughter has been suffering from distress since she was a child, and she has to take medicine every day to ensure that she does not relapse.

"I've eaten," Pei Yan replied with a gentle smile on her face.

"What about the third brother" Pei Yan looked left and right, and found that there was no figure of Ming Cheng, so she couldn't help asking.

"In the tent," the white-bearded old man glanced back and said.

In the tent, Ming Cheng, who had just walked in, looked at the young man in the wheelchair, and then looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was standing at the table and drinking tea quietly, and felt a strange feeling in his heart, how to look at the two of them, the man in Tsing Yi who had no martial arts atmosphere was the principal, and the attitude shown by this young man was more like a junior.

It's a little weird not to be a martial artist who can still keep his appearance in his twenties unchanged.

"What do you call Your Excellency," Narujo asked politely, lowering his attitude.

"Ning Fan, this is an elder in the family, and he doesn't like to talk to people, so he won't introduce much" Ning Chen smiled brightly and replied.

"In Xia Pei Mingcheng, thank Brother Ning for showing mercy" Mingcheng saluted respectfully and thanked him.

"Brother Pei is polite, we were also at fault in the previous incident, and I hope Brother Pei won't blame us for being rude" Ning Chen sighed softly and said.

"The matter of the clan sister, Mingcheng is not easy to ask, can only wait for Yan'er to decide for herself, it is not the Pei clan who is deliberately embarrassed, it is really a very serious matter of our clan to recruit relatives, and the attitude of Brother Fang Caining's elders really makes the clan sister a little embarrassed."

Mingcheng explained the seriousness of the matter, hydrangea recruits, red belt bonding, is the custom of the Pei family, it has been the case for thousands of years, the children of the grassland do not have so many flowers and intestines, men grab hydrangeas, women only willing, will hang red belts, you love me, there has never been today's situation.

Yan'er is the granddaughter of the patriarch and the pearl of the entire tribe, how important face is, today's matter is indeed too much for the two in front of her.

Hearing this, Ning Chen glanced at Prince Yan, who was still drinking tea calmly, and suddenly his head was a little big, senior, can you make a statement and say something.

"Brother Pei, this matter is indeed something we owe to consider, the nobility is new, and I am a little unfamiliar with the customs, and I hope Brother Pei can tell me a solution" While speaking, Ning Chen also poured himself a cup of tea, why did the seniors drink tea, but he was thirsty.

Naruto thought for a moment and said, "Let this elder of your mine marry Yan'er"

"Poof"

"Ahem"

Hearing this, Ning Chen squirted out the tea at once, coughing in his mouth, and his face was red from choking.

This thing!

This thing is very unreliable, he still has to think about how to get out the news, and then call it out.

"Ahem, Brother Pei, although the elders in the family have not yet married, but the matter of marriage is a major matter for two people after all, you Yan'er girl and my elder need to think about it carefully, and there is no hurry."

Ning Chen's head hurts and there is no way, what should I do about this, if it is a matter between men, I can't think of a solution and just call it out, now that it involves an innocent girl, his little IQ is not enough immediately.

Do you want to write a letter to ask the eldest grandson? Ning Chen's mind suddenly flashed this thought, and he immediately felt a thrill all over his body, and immediately dispelled this idea of looking for death.