Crown Jewels

Chapter 163 The Seventh Prince Is Abnormal

Gu Baozhu coughed lightly, and suddenly felt the urge to slap the handsome face away, and climbed up the pole.

"What are you thinking about—"

"I just feel sorry for you. The conditions are indeed better than others. I will give you a chance for the time being. If I am not satisfied, I can find other candidates at any time."

With what Gu Baozhu said before, Song Yan only finds her stubbornness cute at this time.

After a while, the young man nodded seriously, and solemnly stated the conclusion he had drawn after hearing Gu Baozhu's words.

"Well, the princess is right!"

"Naturally, Song should be given a chance, since we have made an agreement."

"Then the princess should also keep his promise today, and give Song a chance to perform well during the time spent with Song in the future?"

What Song Yan said made Gu Baozhu subconsciously deny it, but before he could say what he wanted to say, the young man cut off the conversation again, not giving Gu Baozhu any chance to repent.

"Then it's settled. In the future, the princess must cooperate with me well, otherwise, how can it be regarded as giving me a chance!"

The fireflies are accompanied by the gentle wind, the starry sky is still shining brightly, and the relationship between boys and girls begins to change quietly.

Under the same night, in the depths of the vast grassland, the bright moon is more transparent and clear.

The evening wind blows the green grass, and a lamp is lit in the felt tent alone.

Kubu's tall figure was waiting outside the tent, frowning and listening to the movement inside the felt tent at any time, his eyes full of worry.

The seventh prince of his family didn't know what happened. Since he wrestled with the warriors of the neighboring tribe three days ago, he accidentally bumped his head against the gravel. He should be happy to say that his attitude towards himself has improved, but the mood of the Seventh Prince is very wrong.

Kubu scratched the braids on the top of his head with some difficulty, and shook his head in confusion when he looked at the yurt.

Inside the yurt, the roasted whole lamb delivered during the day, only a few pieces of the scorched outer skin were torn off, a square table was set up on the carpet, and an unruly man with braided hair sat in front of the square table, looking at the golden cup of wine in front of him. The aroma of kumiss wafts in the nose, making people subconsciously wrinkle their noses.

"Kub—"

An unrestrained voice sounded from the felt tent, and Kubu, who was guarding the door, opened the curtain at random. When his strong body like a hill stopped in front of Huyan Uwei, he knelt down obediently on the carpet, exposing the top of his head. Scalp braids.

Seventh Prince, slave here! "

Huyan Uwei's impatient expression finally softened by two points when he looked at his capable men.

Kubu saw his prince push the golden goblet forward, and the scent of kumiss overflowed in an instant, which could arouse greedy people in the prairie. At the moment, it was in the hands of the seventh prince, but it seemed that it could be discarded at will Generally disliked.

"Kub, didn't I tell you to bring some tea from Yan Kingdom?"

The voice of the seventh prince was full of impatience, and Kubu counted. This is the third time that Prince Uwe asked him for tea in three days.

"Seventh Prince, this tea is mostly produced in the Central Plains. In recent years, Khan has not communicated with Yan Guo and other places as frequently as before. The tea that I sent you a few days ago was still brought from Khan. Then Khan said that he doesn't have Chen Cha anymore!"

Kubu's words made Huyan Uwei frown, subconsciously opening his mouth to refute.

"Nonsense! Ke Dun's hometown is in the country of Yan. Didn't she bring a lot of fresh tea from there?"

Kubu could hear every word of Huyan Uwei's words clearly, but the meaning in the words was completely different from what he had learned in the Turkic people.

How can it be?

Although Ke Dun of today's Khan comes from a rich family, he is an out-and-out Turkic. How could he have anything to do with Yan, and how could he travel thousands of miles to bring back tea from Yan in the Central Plains for his master?

However, the certainty in Prince Uwe's eyes made Kubu doubt himself. Was the Ketun they both spoke of the same person?
Just when Kubu was struggling, Huyan Uwe, who was sitting in front of the square table, suddenly groaned, subconsciously waved the golden wine cup on the square table to the ground, splashing a mess in the room, and the smell of kumiss Scattered in the air, with a pervasive fishy smell.

Kubu saw his prince holding his head in pain, and the wound on his skull three days ago also faintly began to ooze blood.

Prince Uwe's painful appearance made Kubu instantly turn pale with fright. He hurried forward and took out from the drawer under the fireproof the wound medicine specially prepared for the seventh prince by the great witch in the clan two days ago, and the gray-black crumbs in the silk bag. Shaking in the air, Kubu grabbed a handful and put it in the prepared silk, and untied the bloody scarf on the back of the Seventh Prince's head. His eyes were full of piety, and he was about to use that square scarf to Prince Uwe. Bandage.

The Huyan Uwe ninja was in pain. He wanted Kubu to bandage him subconsciously, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the ash wrapped in silk and was about to wrap it on his bleeding wound. He subconsciously raised his right hand in shock.

The ash of plants and trees wrapped in silk flew up and floated in the air in an instant.

Kubu saw that the wound medicine he had so easily obtained from the great witch was so easily destroyed by his own prince, his eyes were full of distress.

Most of the prairie people are brave and good at fighting, but they are also bold and sincere. To put it bluntly, there are some simple-minded men with well-developed limbs.

Kubu is also a tendon. There is no shortage of cattle and sheep in the grassland, but he is particularly afraid of illnesses. Therefore, the status of the big witch who can save lives and heal the wounded is also very high in the clan. It is impossible for the Turkic people who have no status to ask the great witch to prescribe medicine for themselves.

In Kubu's heart, or among the entire grassland Turkic ethnic group, seeking medical advice is very sacred.

However, just now, such a sacred medicine, the medicine prescribed by the great witch in the family, was destroyed by Prince Uwe so lightly!

The flesh on Kubu's face twisted subconsciously, and he subconsciously disapproved when he looked at his seventh prince.

The body as strong as a mountain knelt down on the ground, and started to sprinkle the medicine on the carpet with both hands.

Seeing this, Huyan Uwei, who was gripping the back of his head with ninja pain, couldn't hold back his breath.

The pain on the top of his head made him hiss impatiently in front of his most trusted general at this time.

"Where are you doing it? Why are you still using the ashes of the big witch? Didn't Dun tell you that these things are useless for wound recovery? Do you need to use the white and ointment that is symptomatic?"

The fiery tingling sensation on the top of his head made Huyan Uwei gasp again. Thinking of the relief from the tingling pain after the cool Baiji ointment was applied to the wound, he couldn't help but look at Kubu again and urged him.

"Hurry up, it's in the dowry that Ke Dun brought from Yan Guo!"

"No matter how bad it is, you just need to tell Ke Dun that I was injured, at worst, I asked for medicine on my own initiative?"

Kubu stopped his movements, and when he looked at Huyan Uwei, the flesh on his face became tangled, and finally he couldn't help but correct it again.

"Prince Uwe, do you remember wrongly?"

"Where is there any white and ointment, today's Ke Dun is an out-and-out Turkic woman, and has nothing to do with Yan State!"

Kubu's words were firm, and Huyan Uwei raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw that some of his subordinates were looking at him worriedly at the moment, as if he was talking about something incomprehensible. Seeing the wound on the top of his head that did not stop the bleeding, Huyan Uwei only felt that his head was about to explode, and several frames of pictures suddenly flashed in his mind...

　These two days are really busy!
　　Post it first, I'll fix it right away~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)