Marquis of Grand Xia

In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly. On the open ground in front of the tribe, the sound of sword collision was endless, which attracted most people to watch.

On the court, it was Ning Chen and Ming Cheng who were competing.

Mo Jian danced in the sun, blocking every angle from the scimitar, and Ning Chen suppressed his power to the same day six grades as Mingcheng, but still had an overwhelming strength advantage.

Prince Yan was also watching next to him. He was not surprised at this result. Although Ning Chen did not study martial arts for a long time, the number of battles was no less than anyone ’s, and the opponents were mostly people who were far higher than him. In terms of experience, it is already very rich.

The ratio of martial arts is nothing more than cultivation, foundation, and moves. In addition, experience is the most decisive factor.

"Click"

During the battle, the accident sprang up, the moment the swords touched again, only a click was heard, and the next moment, the wheelchair under Ning Chen shattered and flew out.

In a sudden situation, Ning Chen frowned, and Mo Jian leaned back, his right hand turned, and his body flew up.

At the moment, the machete was coming, cold as fast as lightning.

Facing the inevitable knife light, Ning Chen squeezed his left hand with his fingers, clasped the machete with a clatter, and took advantage of the situation, releasing the force from the invisible, and immediately released the blade, the sword fingers crossed, and pointed to Mingcheng's shoulder.

Fingering through the body, Zang Jiulu and Ning Chen succeeded, and did not continue to attack. They slapped the sword handle on the right hand and immediately withdrew from the battle.

At the same time, Prince Yan waved his hand, and a chair flew out of the tent, exactly where Ning Chen landed.

This hand is so casual, no one even noticed, and no one would think that this young man without a bit of martial arts would be one of the most terrifying innates in the world.

In the field, the machete in Mingcheng's hand didn't know when it had fallen to the ground, the soreness on his shoulders lasted for a long time, and he couldn't even lift it.

"Brother Ning's swordsmanship is brilliant, and he is not as good as himself." Mingcheng is not a stingy person. If he loses, he loses.

"Brother Pei is polite" Ning Chen sat on the chair, grabbed his hand, and the ink sword and scabbard flew back, and with a clang, the ink sword entered the sheath and stuck on the ground.

"Brother Pei's sword technique, although powerful like electricity, always watched most of the moves, not like orthodox martial arts." Ning Chen frowned pitifully and said nonchalantly.

"It's impossible. Love family swordsmanship is the most orthodox martial art in Northern Mongolia. How could it be a viewing trick?" Sure enough, Mingcheng became fooled and immediately denied it.

"Ugh"

At this moment, both Ning Chen and Prince Yan sighed in their hearts, so tender.

"It's a loser, but it's just not good at learning. Brother Ning wouldn't want to defame the lover's knife again." Mingcheng didn't know that there was any fraud and continued to look solemnly.

"Brother Pei is not strange, it's the young man who is rude!" Ning Chen bowed his head and apologized. The one with the right attitude can no longer be corrected.

Seeing Ning Chen's apologetic tone is sincere, Mingcheng's face is more beautiful, and no longer cares about the former's rude words.

After the fight, the bustle was over, and the crowd applauded, and then came to an end and went back to their homes to do their jobs.

"Brother Ahu, don't forget my wheelchair." Ning Chen couldn't move. He could only sit on the chair and turned toward Ahu who had gone away.

"Yes" Ahu replied loudly.

All morning, Ning Chen sat in a daze on the open space outside, and could not go anywhere. The beautiful grassland scenery saw spit directly.

"Do you want to get up and walk?" I don't know when, Prince Yan came over and said lightly.

"No, you are busy with you," Ning Chen refused without hesitation.

"Then you continue", the Prince Yan turned and walked towards the tent.

"Senior, what did you and the girl say yesterday?" The fire of gossip in Ning Chen's heart was hard to suppress, and he couldn't help shouting towards the former's back.

When he returned to the account last night, it happened that Pei Yan walked out with red eyes, which made him very curious and kept thinking of midnight, almost insomnia.

"Ben Wang said nothing," Prince Yan replied without looking back.

Ning Chen was stunned, and then could not help bursting out a word, rely on!

No wonder the girls almost cried. He had thought of leaving space for the two. How could the senior get a polite rejection?

He knew through Ahu that the identity of this girl Pei Yan was unusual yesterday. Grandpa is the leader of the Pei tribe, that is, the leader in this area is too good.

He had a pretty good impression of the girl. He was a little weaker and looked more sentimental, but he was always a kind and good girl.

Such a gentle woman is more like a girl in the Central Plains than a **** the grassland.

He also heard that this girl Pei Yan was proficient in drawing and playing qin and chess, and she liked Da Xia's culture very much.

He also heard that this girl Pei Yan had a distressed illness, and a whole prairie version of Lin Daiyu.

He heard again that the mother of the girl Pei Yan died just after giving birth to Pei Yan because of distress.

He heard again that the girl Pei Yan might not be 25 years old, and more than one doctor said so.

Ning Chen felt more and more worried in his mind. Yesterday afternoon, he spent all his hard work gathering intelligence outside, spitting his face, and wishing to inquire about Pei Yan ’s birthday, but his predecessor was good, he just drank in a tent After a long day of tea.

Just then, a little girl's voice rang on the grassland, her tone anxious, and it immediately caught many people's attention.

"Miss fainted"

As soon as the words fell, the old man with white beards in the tent not far away immediately walked out, gloomy, and quickly walked towards Pei Yan's tent.

Then there were Mingcheng, the doctors on the grassland, and a lot of people.

Ning Chen's head was thinking hard, distressed, he should be a heart disease in his world, and this girl is still born, and the treatment may be negligible.

Ling Jinghua has a wonderful effect on the heart injury, but unfortunately, he is gone.

As for whether he will take it out if he has diamond flowers, only God knows.

There are no assumptions in this world, so this girl is estimated to be dead.

Although cruel, this is reality.

In Pei Yan's account, the doctor is diagnosing the pulse for him, and his expression is more and more dignified, showing that the situation is not optimistic.

"What happened to Yan'er," the old man with white beard asked urgently.

"Patriarch, the old age has done its best," the doctor sighed softly, and continued, "The body of the lady was already extremely weak. Previously, the old age suggested to please the young lady, just to see if there is a miracle. "

"How come" Wen Yan said, the old man with white whiskers staggered under his feet, his face suddenly white, Yaner was not yet married, how could he just leave.

"Chongxi, yes, Chongxi!"

At this time, the old man with white whiskers had only this thought in mind, and he couldn't control so many messes. He set the **** directly and ordered, "Come here"

A few "in" men walked in.

"Go and take the young lady's wedding dress, and let the young lady be married tonight, and, take care of those two people"

"Yes" several men ordered to leave.

Aside, Mingcheng's face was a bit worried, and he said, "Patriarch, is this a bit inappropriate? The young man named Ning Fan is very strong, or don't offend it."

"Can't control so much, Yaner's things are the most important," the white-beard old man said in a deep voice.

What happened inside the account, Ning Chen outside the account didn't even know at all. At this moment, he was bored waiting for his wheelchair to do well.

The scorching sun went from east to south and then west. Ning Chen sat there and was bored to madness. He suddenly found that the atmosphere in the tribe gradually became a little unusual.

The girls on the grassland kept coming and going, holding all kinds of things in their hands, and even red candles, red paper, etc. that were only used in festivals and weddings.

Ning Chen hadn't taken it seriously at first, but later felt it was wrong. A thought flashed, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Forced marriage, won't it?

Ning Chen had a headache when things went wrong. Prince Xia of Daxia was forced to marry him. Who would believe it when he said this?

"Brother Ning, your wheelchair is ready"

Just when Ning Chen had a headache, he suddenly heard Ahu's loud voice coming from not far away, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed, so he could run away quickly.

However, when he saw the wheelchair, he almost didn't cry. He was wrong. He shouldn't believe Zhang Fei would embroider.

Which is this wheelchair? This is obviously a chair with wheels ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brother Ahu, thank you! Ning Chen gratefully grateful.

"Brother Ning is too polite" Ahu is a thick line, and he is very happy to accept the former's gratitude.

Ning Chen sat up and felt that she should not fall apart in a short time, which made her a little relieved. Just make use of it, and go to the king of the Northern Mongolian court to buy another one.

"Brother Ahu, what are they doing?" Ning Chen pointed to the grassland girls who were busy, and asked in a low voice.

A Hu looked around and immediately lowered his head in a small voice, "I tell you, don't say it's what I said"

"Must" Ning Chen's head is like a chicken pecking rice.

"I heard my mother-in-law said that Miss Pei Yan was seriously ill and that the patriarch would be happy for the lady tonight" Ahu whispered.

"Fuck, true and false, don't you fooling me" Ning Chen intentionally expressed surprise.

"Is this fake? Really true" Ahu patted his chest and almost swore.

"Brother Ahu, please go back first, I will not say that you said it" Ning Chen's face was grateful.

Ahu left with satisfaction, and Ning Chen immediately turned the wheelchair to the account of Prince Yan, and came in the first sentence, "Senior, Ahu said you are about to be forced to marry, we can't run"

In the account, Prince Yan glanced lightly at Ning Chen, and said, "This is the solution you thought about for a day?"

Ning Chen was a little ashamed, but he thought about it for a while. It was wrong, he was ashamed of a fart, and this was not caused by him.

"Hurry up, surround the tent, don't let them run away"

At this time, the rough voice peculiar to the prairie man sounded outside, and immediately, the sound of hurried footsteps heard, listening to how there were hundreds of people.

"Okay, I want to run too late now" Ning Chen sighed helplessly, very unhappy in his heart, why did he fight all day long and late.