On the northern foot of Taihang, in the mountains thirty miles away from Datong.

In the early morning, a bonfire was burning.

It was September, and there was still the warmth of midsummer outside the mountain. The autumn tiger was thrown in raging, but the mountain felt a hint of coldness of the autumn wind.

The flames were beating and were blown out from time to time. The light and dark fire light shone on Yelu Wan's face, making the princess who had escaped from death pale for no reason. She sat by the fire, holding her curled legs with her hands.

I was wearing a felt blanket, but I had to pull the corners of the blanket from time to time.

It seems that it is close to a bonfire, but it doesn't feel the warmth.

Yelu Wan's eyes were beating in chaos, and her heart was in a mess, so she would not have the mood to speak.

She originally thought that marrying into Mongolia was the end of her life, and she also made good plans and spent the rest of her life planning for her younger brother to protect her safety.

But the twists and turns tonight presented the real world to Yelu Wan.

Just like what Chen Qiu said to Chen Lan at the time.

Her body, now seems not that valuable.

The Mongolian Khan didn't want her at all. Not only did he not want her, but he also wanted to kill her at the border, as if he was afraid that she would step into the grassland and bring some kind of epidemic to the grassland.

"Drink some."

Zhang Lan walked to Yelu Wan with a porcelain bowl. Xihua Gong handed a bowl of rice wine to the eldest princess, and he said:

"You are also a miserable person. Let's go back to Luoyang tomorrow."

Another gust of wind blew, and Yelu Wan shivered.

She seemed to be awakened, turned her head to look at Zhang Lan, but did not take the bowl of wine, but stood up wrapped in a felt blanket.

She pursed her lips and strode towards Chen Qiu, who was sitting cross-legged, regulating her breathing and true energy.

This is a smart woman.

She could see at a glance that Chen Qiu was the real leader in this small group of four.

When Yelu Wan approached ten feet above her body, Chen Qiu, who was fighting against Qiu Wuping in his dream, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at Yelu Wan and said:

"what?"

The tone is simple and has a mountain ghost style.

"Why did you save his life?"

Yelu Wan wrapped herself in a blanket and pointed at the golden tent warrior flying eagle lying by the bonfire. Xiao Tie was sitting next to the prisoner with a sword on his back, eating dry food while guarding him.

"You want him to die?"

Chen Qiu looked at Yelu Wan and said:

"Don't you have a knife? If you kill him, Xiao Tie will not stop you, and I didn't see you attack you, Liu Wan."

"I don't want him to die, I've never seen him before!"

The eldest princess' tone was a little confused and a little disappointed.

She said:

"I just want to ask..."

"Don't ask, we think the same as you think in your heart."

Chen Qiu plucked the fallen leaves on his clothes, and he said:

"All things have happened, so you can't keep your eyes open. When it hasn't happened, I just want to know why the Mongolian Golden Tent has to assassinate you at this critical moment of the world's general trend."

"Are you all madmen in the Southern Dynasties?"

The eldest princess pursed her lips and said softly:

"Are you not afraid of the Khan of the Golden Tent, and send more experts like Feiying over here? They attacked and killed our envoys, and they had already made the idea of ​​not ending.

I am still alive, and they will not let it go."

"If that's the case, it's simpler."

Zhang Lan's voice sounded behind Yelu Wan. The young man posed with a folding fan, held the bowl of rice wine, drank a sip, and said leisurely:

"Come on assassination again, just kill it."

"yes."

Chen Qiu nodded and said to Yelu Wan:

"Don't think too much. Tonight is a pure revenge. With the lives of the masters and officials of the Northern Dynasties, sacrifice to Luoyang's souls, save you and destroy the marriage, but by the way.

But since you are brought out, I will protect you from peace and wait patiently.

The letter has been sent out and news will come soon.”

Yelu Wan wanted to ask again, but in the gloomy night, a strange cry of a frightened beast came from the sky. Chen Qiuran suddenly stood up and said to the others by the bonfire:

"A man has come from Mongolia. Brother, you are not interested in Mongolians, so you are here to take care of Liu Wan."

"Um."

Sitting by the bonfire, the mountain ghost who was engrossed in reading a book nodded.

He was indeed not interested in contacting the Mongolians.

Xiao Tie pierced his body with needles, and the Mobei Feiying, who was unable to struggle, carried it on his shoulders. Following Chen Qiu, Zhang Lan walked towards the hillside on the other side, and Yelu Wan also wanted to follow.

But as soon as I took a step, a small stone hit my feet.

When she looked back, the mountain ghost was still reading the book, playing with sharp stones in her hands.

He said hoarsely:

"Women in the Northern Dynasty, stay honestly and don't make trouble."

The eldest princess pursed her lips, but did not follow her again.

She obediently returned to the bonfire, and the night was chaotic and she was a little tired.

She glanced at the mountain ghost, wrapped herself in a blanket, leaned against the stone beside the fire, turned her back, and soon fell asleep.

Hearing the slight snoring, the mountain ghost took his eyes back from Yelu Wan and put it back on the scroll in his hand.

This is a Northern Dynasty...

High status.

kill?

Or not kill?

The mountain ghost's fingers rubbed the Chengying Sword in his arms for a little while.

But after a few breaths, between the book and the sword, Shan Gui still chose the book.

I've been killed enough tonight.

What's more, just a woman.

On the other side, Chen Qiu and the other two, with the golden tent warriors with shame and despair, went down the hillside and saw a large group of Mongolian warriors riding on horseback, surrounding the woodland under the hillside.

But it just cruised around and did not stop the three of them.

In the middle of the woodland, a bonfire has also been set up.

Dozens of tall and powerful golden tent warriors, who were as powerful as flying eagles, were guarding one person. The man was wearing ordinary Mongolian clothes and sat on a stool by the fire, as if he was waiting for Chen Qiu and the other two.

That was a half-old child.

He also carried the felt hat of the herdsmen, playing with the horse whip in his hands, and occasionally plucked the firewood in front of him to make the bonfire burn more vigorously.

Chen Qiu looked at the fire in front of him, and he looked back at Zhang Lan.

The latter's eyes were full of shock, and even Xiao Tie was a little surprised. The young man who was protected from layers of layers must have a different status. He then contacted the rumors from Mongolia.

I'm afraid that it wasn't that young knight who came here in person?

Just for a captured jin tent warrior?

This flying eagle has a bit big surface.

"You can't bring weapons!"

When Chen Qiu and the other two walked forward, there were warriors wearing soft armor, who stopped them in a cold tone, and asked them to put down their weapons before going over.

Of course this is not possible.

Seeing that the two sides were about to confront each other, the boy sitting by the fire raised his head, yawned, waved his hand, and said:

"I heard that people in the south are weak by nature, but martial artists in the martial arts world are often brave and brave. Since they are heroes who dare to fight and kill, they naturally cannot throw away their weapons. Besides, if they killed the Northern Dynasties together tonight, they would be a group of people.

It's okay, let them come over."

These jin samurai warriors almost obeyed the young man and stopped him. After the three of them passed, the young man raised his whip again, and the guards around him took a few steps back.

At this moment, Chen Qiu saw clearly the boy's appearance.
To be continued...