The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

The tribe of Kassel.

The vast sky and earth border the grassland, and the sky is filled with colorful clouds. It is clearly evening, but it seems as if the rainbow has been crushed and dissolved in it, beautiful and magnificent.

The marriage envoys sent by Tianzhao walked out of the Kassel Palace with a smile, admiring the scenery of freedom that they would never see again in their lifetime.

The princess had agreed to the marriage the day before, and after tonight, the delegation will set out on their journey back to Tianzhao.

Everyone was singing and dancing, and the bonfire was very lively.

Nangong Ling got off the black horse and looked at Lan Yun who was leaning in the front and drinking milk tea.

"Hey, did you see what the princess looks like?"

Lan Yun almost spilled the milk tea in his hand. He frowned and put the cup down: "Princess, you will see her appearance when you return to Tianzhao."

It is hard to imagine that General Lan, a nine-foot tall man, looks like a bear, but his children are all so strong and heroic.

Lan Yun has wheat-colored skin and wears a riding suit. He is even more heroic than Concubine Fang. There is a small scar between his long eyebrows, which makes his eyebrows look broken, making him look even more fierce.

Compared to Nangong Ling, he is wilder and more like a man from the grassland.

"Return to Tianzhao? Who knows when that will happen." Nangong Ling sneered.

When the princess sets out on her journey, they appear to be protecting her, but in fact, they will immediately return the moment the princess reaches the border of Tianzhao.

Princess Cassel's wedding is a grand event on the grassland, with the royal family enjoying themselves and all the tribes coming to celebrate, which will last for half a month.

And they also want to take advantage of this time to annex Kassel and annihilate all the tribes.

By then, this green grass land will be filled with floating corpses and rivers of blood.

The poor little princess became a lonely person.

Lan Yun glanced at the princess's noble curtain with his deep eyes, and his pupils gradually darkened.

He didn't say anything. Nangong Ling's eyes were fierce, but he still smiled: "Come, try some strong liquor. Why would a grown man drink milk tea?"

However, Lan Yun still didn't take it, and directly picked up the milk tea pot next to him and poured it into his mouth.

Nangong Ling was once again humiliated by this young man who had never been to the battlefield. A sinister look appeared in his eyes and he clenched the wine jug tightly.

However, a surprised voice from Cassel drew his attention.

Nangong Ling's eyes trembled: "Grassland Fire..."

Hearing this, Lan Yun also looked over and saw that the milk tea stains on her lips had not been wiped off.

The gorgeous colors of the world fell on the woman who appeared. Her hair seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder, which was blown by the wind, creating waves of green and gold.

Her cape was bright red.

The clouds and mountains piled up in front and behind, but they became illusions. Only she stretched out her hand, an eagle cried, and a white goshawk landed on her hand.

Women in the Central Plains are either gentle and affectionate, or charming and graceful, or noble and elegant.

And she is the princess known as the prairie fire - Flora.

Her beauty comes from the natural vitality in her body. She is an exotic and wild vitality that makes men want to conquer her at first sight.

Nangong Ling's eyes never left her.

He had never seen such a woman.

Flora just whispered something to the goshawk, glanced at them, her deep green eyes like the grassland were indifferent, and turned back to the tent.

Lan Yun retracted his gaze and wiped his lips: "Let's go."

However, Nangong Ling was extremely excited: "This is the princess. Compared with the women in the Central Plains, she is really..."

He licked his lips and said, "Your Majesty must have seen the princess's portrait, otherwise why would he marry her? He wants both the country and the beauty. It's great to be your Majesty!"

Nangong Ling thought about how he worked so hard to deliver lychees: "Oh... Even the most beautiful Concubine Zhao couldn't satisfy him."

Lan Yun narrowed his eyes: "Nangong Ling! Be careful with your words."

"Why are you in such a hurry? You are just like me, a dog serving His Majesty."

"A general who fought for his country and died on the battlefield is called your Majesty's dog in your words?"

Nangong Ling met his eyes and said, "We, the Nangong clan, guarded the border for him and could not return to Tianzhao. The queen is not as good as a concubine. Your father was a general in the previous dynasty. Now, is your Lan clan powerful and respected, huh?"

Lan Yun looked away: "Your Majesty is the ruler of the world, you cannot make irresponsible comments."

"I thought you were a man of blood, but I didn't expect you to be a coward like those civil servants in the court."

Nangong Ling made a pooh sound and turned away.

Lan Yun looked at his back and frowned.

Nangong Ling was irritating him. The Nangong family had occupied the border for decades and this time they returned to the court with military merit. What did he want to do or what would he do with the Black Cavalry?

His Majesty gave him an order that if Nangong Ling attacked him, he could kill him.

The Black Knights, your majesty wants.

That’s right, this world belongs to Your Majesty.

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A wheat-skinned Cassel slave set up the dinner and spoke in Cassel language: "Princess, the queen asked me to tell you that when you go to Tianzhao, don't be willful anymore. You represent the peace between Cassel and Tianzhao."

Flora pushed her braids behind her and said, "Di Ru, can White Eagle go?"

"No, Princess."

Her pure deep green eyes were filled with sadness: "White Eagle has been with me since childhood."

"Princess, His Majesty Tianzhao will not allow it." Di Ru spoke again.

This made Flora feel even more uncomfortable: "The men of Tianzhao are not as good as us prairie wolves. Father is really crazy!"

"Princess!" Di Ru was the one who grew up with her and was the queen's person, so she was majestic.

Flora felt a little aggrieved and kept silent.

"After you finish your meal, you should learn some Tianzhao language."

"Got it, Diru."

At night, the sounds of singing and dancing became quieter, and Di Ru fell on the bed.

Flora bowed to her and said, "Sorry Diru, it's just some sleeping pills."

She was wearing tight clothes, with her black curly braids hanging down her back. She opened the curtain and a white eagle landed in front of her.

"They are there, aren't they?"

Patting Baiying's head, she smiled brightly, and the freckles on her cheeks made her even cuter: "Thank you for your hard work, Baiying."

Walking towards the camp of the Omen Mission, the white eagle followed her without a sound, its strong wings flapping out small hurricanes.

She squatted behind the wooden stake and said, "White Eagle, watch carefully. Those two Tianzhao men today are the generals who escorted me back. You have to teach them a lesson."

How could two skinny men become generals?

Lan Yun's clothes were soaked with sweat. He had just finished practicing martial arts and passed by Nangong Ling's tent. He asked, "Where is General Nangong?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen anyone."

Lan Yun looked at the horse. His black horse was there fine.

However, when he wanted to enter Nangong Ling's tent, a white shadow flew towards him at a high speed, let out a sharp eagle cry, and stretched out its sharp eagle claws towards him.

Lan Yun dodged in a panic, rolled on the ground, drew the blade from his waist and avoided the eagle's attack.

Flora, who had been watching them, laughed out loud, obviously amused by Lan Yun's funny appearance.

She didn't notice someone coming up from behind, a shadow covering her body and reaching out to her.