Although he ran non-stop and changed horses three times in succession, the road to Dadu still seemed to be far away.

They had left the territory of the Great Song Dynasty and entered the sphere of influence of the Xiongnu clan, but they were still far away from Dadu.

Because all the slaves except themselves and the boy were killed, calm down now the whole person seems to be deflated, and there is not a trace of blood on his face.

Thinking that those people decided their life and death because of their own preferences, and before thinking of them, he entered Chang'an City and tied up his father, and he shuddered when he calmed down.

The youngest son of the king of the Huns had been secretly planning something with the military advisor, so he had to go outside, and people were always on the road, so he was quite bored and shifted his attention to calmness, but calmness didn't notice this.

The boy was wounded, and his hand was covering the wound, while the other hand was tugging at her cool clothes to prevent her from falling, because from the boy's point of view, she was now very weak.

It's July, the hottest time of the year, and there are no trees around, so the group is exposed to the sun all the time.

At this time, Calm fainted due to heat stroke and fell off the horse.

The boy couldn't hold her steady at all, and was taken down.

But that was not the end of the matter, the horse was frightened and stomped on the boy's arm, and the boy screamed.

Calmly, ignoring the pain of his own horse, he reached out to help the boy up from the ground and carefully checked his condition.

The boy's entire face turned white, the wounds on his body had not healed, and new wounds had been added to his arms, and he was now in a semi-comatose state.

At this time, no one sympathizes with them, and no one will have sympathy for the injury of a slave.

After all, living in the grassland, facing all kinds of potential dangers every day, and seeing the various tribes of the Xiongnu fighting each other, their sympathy has long been exhausted.

But at this time, the little prince got down from his horse and lifted them up.

He has been frail and sickly since he was a child, so he has a sense of sympathy for a poor person, even a small butterfly in the grass is reluctant to strangle to death and will choose to release it back into nature.

Other people were naturally surprised to see his actions, but he was a little prince, although it was impossible to become a future khan, but after all, he was related by blood, so he didn't dare to have any objections to his actions.

In order not to be noticed by him, the people kept their heads down, and from a distance, it looked like a group of people were mourning in silence, but they were all still on horses.

At this time, the king of the Huns had ended the conversation with the military advisor, and the military advisor got out of the palanquin of the king of the Huns, and after seeing this scene, the first one stepped forward to separate them, and said, "Respect the right arm, as the prince, you must not do this in the future." ”

Although he was admonishing him, his words sounded more like an order to the other party.

The little prince worshipped him as a teacher since he was a child, and his words have always been correct, in the eyes of outsiders, the little prince's respect for the military advisor has even exceeded that of his father, the Xiongnu King.

The little prince did not speak, let go of the hand that was placed on his calm arm, bowed to them to represent his greetings, and then left here.

The military advisor looked at the boy who fell to the ground unconscious, and then looked at the calmness beside him who was looking at him worriedly, he smiled and said, "At a young age, even if you don't have grand ambitions, you shouldn't limit your eyes to the relationship between men and women. If this continues, we will definitely suffer a big loss in the future. ”

With that, he returned to his horse.

Calm didn't listen to him at all, even the appearance of the little prince before was directly ignored by her, and now in her eyes, there is still only an injured boy.

Since they first met, Calm has had an inextricable sense of closeness to the boy, not like a brother and sister, not a childhood sweetheart, perhaps, more, like seeing another self in the mirror come out, except for the different genders, there is no other difference.

Just like the moment the boy was brought home by his father three days ago, the joy and sorrow in her heart were different, perhaps because she was still young and couldn't tell the difference between the two sorrows, but she knew that she cared about his safety, and his existence had already become the driving force to encourage herself to be strong in the face of the predicament she was in.

Ten years is not a long time, as long as it changes hands, it has passed, ten years is also a long time, the boy and calm have grown up, faded away from the immature faces they once had, and the appearance of the two of them looks quite handsome in the Central Plains.

But in the Xiongnu, no one cares about these at all, self-esteem and appearance are no longer important, and if you have the ability to live, you are really capable, and you can really be treated differently, and someone will look at you a few more times.

It is precisely because of this that they are not accustomed to the submissiveness of the Central Plains people, they only know the way of a gentleman, they are arrogant and empty-eyed, but they can't face anyone's slightest damage to their fragile self-esteem.

It was such a race, but it occupied a large area of land and controlled many people, and any Hun person would be quite angry when he thought of this.

It is precisely because of this that they are bent on attacking the Great Song Dynasty and taking this thick land.