How can Pegatron Yuen Long be willing.

It's just that at this time, Qiyan Gaocha also spoke: "Yuen Long, you have also seen that she is really stubborn, so don't put a heart on her." You're a good boy, but I can't force Zhen'er to be married to a big deal. ”

There was a bit of regret in his words.

Heshuo Yuenlang clenched his fists, the muscles of his face trembled a few times, he looked at Qiyan Zhen'er sharply, and shouted: "Zhen'er!" ”

Qiyan Zhen'er turned her face away, her expression was deliberately cold, and her tone was a little stiff.

I only heard her say slowly: "Yuen Long, I won't change my mind." ”

After saying this, Heshuo Yuenlang's body shook violently, and then his broad shoulders drooped, the whole person was listless, and his face seemed to be sad, but maybe he felt that this expression would make people feel that he was too fragile, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh.

Qiyan Gaocha looked at it, and finally couldn't help but sigh faintly.

Heshuo Red Wolf's expression did not change significantly, and he called in a deep voice: "Yuen Long, come here."

Heshuo Yuen Long clenched his fist hard, stood stiffly in place for a while, and finally raised his head, gritted his teeth at Qiyan Zhen'er and said: "Zhen'er, I still say the same thing, I will not give up, and the man on the grassland will not give up the person he loves."

The last sentence was sonorous and affectionate, so that the people around couldn't help but be moved.

After saying this, Heshuo Yuen Long returned to Heshuo Red Wolf, sat on the chair with his eyes down, and was silent.

Heshuo Red Wolf raised his hand, patted him on the shoulder as usual, and said, "It is worthy of the species of this king, this word is bold!" ”

Lin Yingxiang looked at Murong Jun at this time and whispered: "Prince Yuen Long is quite infatuated with Princess Zhen'er, if the two of them can tie the knot, then the prince doesn't have to worry about Princess Zhen'er's feelings for you." ”

Murong Jun looked at Qiyan Zhen'er, who pursed his lips and said nothing, sighed secretly, and then withdrew his slightly complicated gaze, and said with a "hmm" expression as usual, "This king also hopes that Zhen'er can have her own happiness." ”

As he spoke, his heart moved slightly, he raised his hand and gently held Lin Yingxue's hand, looked at Lin Yingxue with gentle eyes, and said, "This king has Yingxue, it is enough." ”

Lin Yingxiang's face turned pale.

The meaning of Murong Jun's actions couldn't be more obvious, he was telling her that if she put her mind away, he wouldn't like her, even if she was his side concubine.

Lin Yingxiang clenched his hands and lowered his head and smiled miserably.

Look, how pathetic she is.

But she's unwilling!

The depression and loneliness faded from the bottom of his eyes, and turned into a thick and deep hatred.

Lin Yingxiang bit her lower lip tightly, the thought of revenge in her mind at this moment was so fierce.

She wants to vent her frustration! She wants to pull Murong Jun under the horse!

Isn't he condescending and dismissive of her?!

Then she wants to see how she will look up to her when he becomes a reptile!

At this time, there was a sharp tingling sensation in the palm of his hand, and the crazy color in Lin Yingxiang's eyes gradually faded and gradually returned to calm.

After a while, she raised her head as usual, as if she had to have any crazy thoughts just now, and said with a smile: "The prince's feelings for Ying Xue are really enviable. However, Yingxue can be treated so sincerely by the prince, and the concubine is ...... and the heart rejoices. ”

Hearing this, Murong Jun took a deep look at her, didn't say anything, and withdrew his gaze.

However, Lin Yingxue felt a little embarrassed, and secretly glanced at Murong Jun.

She guessed what he meant.

At this time, the voice of the beggar Gao Cha sounded in his ears.

"What fun thing is the king of the northwest talking to Miss Lin? Say it too, let's have fun with our big guys. ”

Murong Jun and the others didn't speak loudly just now, and Qiyan Gaocha talked to Shuo Chiwolf about other things, so he didn't know what the three of them had just said.

Murong Jun looked up, looked at the gaze of Shangqi Yan Gaocha, smiled gently, and said, "I'm saying that the scenery of this northern land is very good."

"Hahaha!"

When the beggar heard this, he immediately laughed out loud.

The Heshuo Red Wolf also laughed, with a strong sense of pride on his face.

I only heard him say: "I am happy to hear what the king of the northwest says." Who said the Northland was barren? The scenery of our prairie is still breathtaking. So, if you want me to say, the king of the northwest should not go back to the imperial city, occupy an area of the king of the northwest, and simply be an idle prince at ease. ”

The words of the last sentence were caught off guard, and everyone was stunned, and then Qi Yan Gaocha's slightly subtle gaze fell on Murong Jun.

Murong Jun smiled and said in a helpless tone: "Even if Murong wants to be an idle prince, the court will not allow it."

Heshuo Red Wolf knew that Murong Jun would not change his ambition because of his words, and when he heard this, he smiled and said, "Then the king of this book wishes in advance that the king of the northwest can get what he wants." ”

"Borrow the auspicious words of the leader of Heshuo." Murong Jun smiled.

At this moment, an elongated trumpet was heard outside the tent.

Qiyan Gaocha's face was pale, he got up and straightened his robe, and said, "Okay, the event is ready, let's go over." ”

Heshuo Red Wolf nodded, also stood up, and took over the conversation: "Brother Gaocha, this year, my tribe may not get the opportunity to pray on behalf of the two tribes. ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Qiyan Gaocha was not annoyed, seemed to be interested, and asked, "Brother Red Wolf, what do you say?" ”

Heshuo Red Wolf smiled proudly, patted Heshuo Yuen Long's shoulder, and said, "The strongest warrior selected by our tribe this year is Yuen Long, and he will definitely win the lottery!" ”

Qiyan Gaocha looked at Shuo Yuen Long in surprise, a little unexpected, and then shook his head and smiled.

"Even Yuen Long has been sent, it seems that your Heshuo tribe is bound to win this year."

Heshuo Red Wolf laughed and said: "Let your Qiyan tribe win the first place for three consecutive years, and if you don't move seriously, the people in the tribe will not believe me as a leader." ”

Qiyan Gaocha raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately said: "In this case, Brother Red Wolf said earlier, what does it matter if my Qiyan tribe lets you once?" After all, our two tribes have been brothers and allies for generations. ”

Hearing this, the Heshuo red wolf was not happy, waved his hand and said, "Brother Gaocha, do you look down on our Heshuo tribe?" Today, I'll let you see the heroic appearance of the men of my Heshuo tribe! ”

As he spoke, he shouted to Heshuo Yuen Long: "Boy! The glory of ibuprofen is handed over to you to defend! ”

"Yes! Daddy rest assured! ”

Pegatron Yuen Long immediately responded.

On the side, Qiyan Gao accepted it when he saw it, and did not continue to ridicule it.

Soon, the group walked out of the camp under the leadership of Qiyan Gaocha.

After walking about half a column of incense on the road to the northwest, everyone saw a huge circle of wood, and the height of the wooden fence was about one person high.

Ten animals had been put inside.

After Lin Yingxiang glanced at it, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah! It's a wolf! ”

After speaking, he suddenly realized that he had lost his temper, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

However, the shock in her heart was still incomprehensible.

Lin Yingxue was also a little shocked at this time.

"Are you scared?"

A hot breath blew in his ears, and Murong Jun's voice came into his ears.

Lin Yingxue felt a slight itch in her ears, and couldn't help but hide to the side.

Seeing this, Murong Jun chuckled.

Lin Yingxue glanced at him before answering his question.

"I'm not afraid, but I'm still shocked. It's better to see it with your own eyes than to hear about it. ”

Although the scale of the "hunting and riding conference" held by the Qiyan tribe and the Heshuo tribe is not large, the prey used is a live snow wolf.

The men of the tribe are known for their bravery and skillful warfare. Therefore, only by hunting more snow wolves in the wolf pen can they be named true warriors.

At this moment, the ten snow wolves stared at them through the gap in the fence, their sharp mouths grinning, showing their sharp teeth, and from time to time the sound of wild beasts spilled out of their throats.

Miaoqin and Dew Drop couldn't help but feel a little creepy, and goosebumps all over their bodies.

At this time, the sound of laughter sounded next to him.

Lin Yingxue and the others looked over, only to see the Heshuo red wolf exclaiming loudly: "The prey prepared by your Qiyan tribe this year is very spiritual." Look at this one, energetic, wild has not faded, good! All right! ”

Dew couldn't help but whisper to Lin Yingxiang: "Niangniang, the people in this northern land are too scary."

That's a living wolf! Even if you're a hunter, you don't have to fight for your life, do you? If she wants her to say, the people of these tribes in the north just think that they have lived too long.

Of course, she only dared to slander these words in her heart.

When Lin Yingxiang heard the words of Dewdrop, he had another idea in his mind.

Longdil is the prince of the Long tribe, not necessarily worse than Murong Jun.

The people on the grassland are all crazy, and once Longier and Murong Jun fight with real swords and guns, presumably Murong Jun and Lin Yingxue will not be able to please them.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lin Yingxiang's mouth hooked up with a sneer.

"Bring the horses."

Qiyan Gaocha gave an order at this time, and then took care of everyone: "Let's go, let's go and sit on the high platform in front for a while, and wait for the hunting and riding conference to officially begin." ”

Murong Jun nodded.

The cold wind on the high platform, after the group sat down one after another, the tip of Lin Yingxue's nose was quickly frozen red, Murong Jun looked a little distressed, touched her face, and then pulled her hands into his arms.

"The soup lady is already cold, or I'll cover it for you."

"Brother Gaocha, what about the warriors sent by your tribe this year? Who is it? Call me to come and show me. ”

"Munuha."

Beggar Gaocha smiled lightly and said a name.

"Munuha?"

Hearing this, the Heshuo Red Wolf raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then asked, "Why do I think this name is somewhat familiar, isn't it the general who married the county lord of my Heshuo tribe?"

Qiyan Gaocha smiled and nodded, "That's him." ”