When Yinglie came back, his face was heavy, he didn't say a word, and he seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Su Yueming asked, "Is it the king of the North Courtyard outside?" ”

Yinglie glanced at her and said in a rough voice, "No." ”

Su Yueming closed her eyes and stopped talking.

If he was willing to ignore her, she would have said sorry to him, but this time, it seemed that she would not have had a chance to say that.

After a while, she asked again, "What about Leng Ru?" Why did you never see her? ”

Yinglie paused for a moment and said, "She's not here, she has other tasks." ”

Su Yueming knew that if she continued to ask, she couldn't ask anything, so she stopped talking at all, but she always remembered Da Zhou and Xiangfu in her mind.

She was brought to Daqin, the third aunt and Bi'er, and Lu Rong, and they were probably going to have a hard time.

Unexpectedly, only one day later, on the third day, Murong Canghai ordered to leave this clan and officially set off for Shengjing, Kyoto, in Daqin.

Su Yueming remembered that Su Buqing said that he had a matter of appointing the princess, and this trip back was about to get married.

In the boundless grassland, the banner of the king of the North Courtyard fluttering high in the wind was hunting, exuding a burst of arrogant momentum.

The soldiers lined up in two rows, waiting at the door of the tent, waiting for the king of the North Courtyard.

They were trained by Murong Canghai himself, all of them had solemn expressions, and their eyes flashed with the light that belonged to the elite.

Su Yueming's feet and the chains on her hands have never been taken off, and she has only been recuperating for a day, and her body is far from recovering.

After going to Shengjing for about five days, Yinglie arranged a carriage for Su Yueming in advance, and hugged her into the carriage before she set off.

It is rumored in the clan that General Yinglie is about to like this unknown woman and takes care of her every day. In their impressions, Lord Yinglie and Lord Leng Ru are both indifferent and silent people, and they have never seen him so attentive to a woman.

Su Yueming sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out-

The faces of these clansmen clearly showed reverence and admiration for their king of the northern courtyard, as well as a look of reluctance.

The ancestors of Daqin are nomadic people, this nation has always advocated force, and the world of Daqin is also the ancestors who worked horseback, in such a country, people only love the strong.

Therefore, it can be seen that the status of the king of the North Courtyard in the minds of many people of Great Qin is like a god.

Finally, the two soldiers lifted the tent, and a handsome man in a purple robe and brocade appeared in everyone's sight.

His expression seemed to be more condensed than the previous days, and his evil eyes exuded a gloomy color, which made people hesitate and fear.

His cold gaze slowly scanned the surroundings, and Zuihou's gaze fell on the carriage, the curtain of the carriage blocked the faces of the people in the carriage, revealing only a pair of white soft wattles, which looked even weaker and colder under the light of the dusk sunlight.

He turned his head sideways and said something in front of the soldiers on the side, only to see that after the soldier nodded, he walked to Su Yueming's carriage and said to Yinglie-

"The prince has commanded that this woman should be tied with iron chains as before, and let her go all the way to Shengjing."

What the?!

Ying Lie's heart trembled, and he raised his head and looked at Murong Canghai.

Su Yueming only felt that her body shrank suddenly.