The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Ning Chen admits that he was just daydreaming, but he didn't expect that daydreaming can come true.

However, after a short surprise, Ning Chen's mind gradually sank down. He knew that Prince Yan had only sword in his heart and could not accept the girl.

In the open land, the young men's faces were not satisfied, but they did not dare to be presumptuous.

On the high platform, the beautiful girl came down with a shy face and hung the red belt on the arms of her lover to show her heart.

The crowd burst into applause. This is the most beautiful pearl of their tribe and deserves the warmest blessing.

"After the excitement, let's go." Prince Yan looked as calm as ever, light way.

Turned the figure, without a trace of nostalgia, as if it was just something completely did not reflect in the eyes of the general.

The red ribbon and the hydrangea slide down, fall to the ground silently, float with the wind, roll, but still can't let the people who turn around and leave have half the intention of turning back.

Ning Chen sighs in the heart, and then turns around the wheelchair to leave. There is not a lover in the world who can get married, not to mention a heartless person.

The elder is born, heaven and man. He is a peerless Tianjiao who has been practicing for less than 30 years and has entered the fourth calamity. How can he be hindered by worldly emotions.

Beautiful girl a Leng, looking at the red belt and Hydrangea on the ground, some time back to God.

"Come on, stop them!" Just then, an old man with white beard came out, looking gloomy.

"Is" words sound, more than ten arms big waist, the appearance of the fierce prairie man rushed out, quickly toward two people chase.

However, as soon as more than ten people got close to them, they felt an irresistible force coming, and immediately they all flew out.

"Warrior"

the white bearded old man's eyes shrunk, and he knew that these two people were not simple, but the face of the Qiu tribe could not be profaned, and the matter could not be settled like this.

"Ming City, leave them," the old man with white beard said with a dignified look.

"Yes", a man in black with a machete on his waist appeared and stamped his feet. His whole body turned into a shadow and swept towards them.

"When"

the swords and swords meet to block the way of the man in black, Ning Chen uses his hand to swing away the former, and his brow is wrinkled unconsciously.

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

In this world, there are few people who use machetes, especially the moon shaped machetes in the hands of men in black.

On the other side, the figure of the man in black moves again, and the machete cuts across, just like the slanting moon, coming silently.

"Bang"

there was a fierce collision, and the two people were in a frenzy of dust and sand. However, when they heard a crisp crack, there was a very obvious crack on the wheelchairs.

Ning Chen brow again wrinkle, left hand coagulate finger, break to the former heart, contact moment, convergence seven points, three points through the body.

"Er"

the man in black snorted, and his figure flew out. He stepped back several steps, followed by a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were dispirited.

"Master, we won't go first," Ning Chen said.

"What's the matter?" Prince Yan stopped and asked.

"Something" Ning Chen nods and answers.

He wanted to make sure that the man who assassinated his eldest grandson had something to do with the man in black in front of him, and that his wheelchair was going to break down and need to be repaired.

The wheelchair that Mr. Lu of the academy made for him had been scrapped in the explosion. He bought it with Prince Yan's money from the merchants in northern Mongolia. Now it seems that it is very weak indeed.

The wheelchair creaks and creaks. They turn around and walk back towards the old man with white beard.

"How do you do, old man?" Ning Chen smiles brightly and bows to salute.

"Arrest them," the old man with white beard said with a heavy face.

More than ten men struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately surrounded them. They were afraid to come forward easily.

"Don't catch, we won't resist" rather Chen accompany smile face, way.

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

"First bring them back to the account" has been silent Pei Yan whispered.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan have no objection. They obediently follow the escorts to the tent where they are held.

Most of the tribes on the grassland live a nomadic life, and the place where they live is this kind of tent which is easy to move.

Ning Chen and Prince Yan enter, looking at the furnishings inside. It's not like a place for prisoners, but a residence for guests.

It seems that the girl has a good heart. Even if she is angry, she won't go too far.

It is said that half of the mistakes this time were made by them. They did as the Romans do. They only did what others wore, but they still could not accept other things.

"Why do you stay?" Prince Yan went to the table, poured himself a cup of tea and asked calmly."I feel that the machete in the hand of the man in black is very similar to the weapons used by those who assassinated the empress at the beginning," Ning Chen replied solemnly.

At the beginning, he doubted many people, such as the king's Court of northern Mongolia, the Yongye cult, and the one in the West Palace. Now it seems that the people of northern Mongolia did it.

Since it was done by the Royal Court of northern Mongolia, it must have something to do with fan Lingyue.

"Can you confirm that?" Prince Yan asked with an icy chill in his eyes.

"It's very possible, so I will ask to stay." Ning Chen nodded, and his face was also very ugly. If it wasn't for lime's desperate protection, he and his eldest grandson would not be able to run away. Now I think of it, it's still chilling.

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

"Understand" Ning Chen should say.

Outside the tent, the old man with white beard looked at the man in black beside him and said in a heavy voice, "Mingcheng, you can see where they came 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 green, he doesn't feel martial spirit. He should be just an ordinary man." Mingcheng expressed his own opinion.

"Can it be the man of summer?" the old man asked.

"This can only be known after testing." Mingcheng thought about it, and then said, "but they should have no malice. If the young man hadn't kept his hand, I'm afraid I would have been unable to stand here"

the old man with white beard nodded and said, "it's better to be careful. Although the Pei tribe doesn't agree with the war between the two dynasties, BEIMENG and Daxia have already fought Get up, we can't be the ones who lead wolves into the house "

" yes "Ming Cheng nods and answers.

Both inside and outside the account have their own plans and calculations. However, the person who should be paid attention to most is ignored by four people. Why is a woman's happiness so easily forgotten.

Pei Yan immediately fell in love with the man in green, especially the quiet and indifferent atmosphere of the latter, which made her feel more peaceful than ever.

"A Ye" Pei Yan comes, looking at the white beard old man in front of the account, respectfully regards a way.

"Yan'er, have you taken the medicine?" The old man with white beard asked with concern that his granddaughter had been suffering from heartache since she was a child. She had to take medicine every day to ensure that she would not relapse.

"Ate" Pei Yan's face showed a gentle smile and replied.

"Three elder brothers" Pei Yan looked around, found no Ming City figure, can't help but ask.

"In the account" the old man with white beard looked back and said.

In the tent, Ming Cheng, who has just entered, looks at the boy in the wheelchair and the man in green standing at the table quietly drinking tea. He feels strange. How can he see that the man in green, who has no martial spirit, is the principal, and the young man's attitude is more like a younger generation.

It's not that the warrior can keep his face unchanged in his twenties. It's a bit weird.

"What's your name?" Ming Cheng asked politely with a low attitude.

"Ning fan, this is the elder of the family. If you don't like to talk with others, you won't make more introductions," Ning Chen replied with a brilliant smile.

"I'm in Pei Mingcheng, thank you brother Ning for your kindness." Mingcheng salutes respectfully, thanks.

"Brother Pei is polite. We also have mistakes in the past. I hope brother Pei doesn't blame us for our impoliteness." Ning Chen sighed softly.

"Mingcheng is not easy to deal with the matter of the younger sister. She can only wait for Yan'er to make her own decision. It's not the Pei family's intentional embarrassment. It's a very serious matter for our tribe to recruit relatives. Just now, brother Ning's attitude really embarrassed the younger sister."

Mingcheng explained the seriousness of the matter once again. It's Pei's custom to recruit relatives with embroidered balls and tie ties with red belts, which has been for thousands of years In this way, there are not so many colorful children in the grassland. Men grab hydrangeas, and women only hang red belts if they are willing. You love me, and I wish. It has never been the case today.

Yan'er is the granddaughter of the patriarch, and also the Pearl of the whole tribe. How important is face? Today's thing is that they are too much in front of us.

Smell speech, rather Chen saw one eye is still calm drink tea of Yan prince, immediately head some big, elder, can you express a state, say a word.

"Brother Pei, we really don't think about this matter. We are new aristocrats, and we are not familiar with the customs. I hope brother Pei can tell us a solution." during the conversation, Ning Chen poured himself a cup of tea, but he was thirsty for tea.

Mingcheng thought about it and said, "let your elder marry Yan'er"

"poof"

"Keke"

after hearing this, Ning Chen suddenly spurted out the tea. His mouth still coughed and his face turned red.

This matter!

It's very unreliable. He'd better think about how to get information and then call out.

"Cough, brother Pei, although the elder of the family has not married yet, the matter of marriage is a big matter for both of them after all. Miss Yan'er and my elder need to think about it carefully. Don't worry about it for a moment"

Ning Chen has no way to deal with the headache. If it's a matter between men, if you can't think of a solution, just fight it out directly. Now it's a matter of time A pure girl, his intelligence quotient is not enough immediately.How about writing to Chang sun? Ning Chen suddenly flashed this idea in the brain, immediately whole body a excite spirit, immediately dismissed this idea of seeking death.