Crossing the grassland, the rough general, please set me free

"Great Khan?" Yan Lie became a little anxious when he heard that Balin Khan wanted to entrust Helian Zhen to him.

He had no problem with anything else, but he really couldn't do this one thing.

Balin Khan took in his appearance, his eyes looked somewhat lonely, and continued,

"Don't worry, what I promised you before still counts. From now on, you should treat Zhen'er as your sister. I hope that for my sake, I can protect and take care of her no matter what happens in the future. That way, I can rest assured in the underworld."

Yan Lie looked at the man who was like a father to him on the sickbed. He had asked the military doctor when he came here.

It turns out that Balin Khan's body has been struggling for many years and is now at the end of its strength.

Unable to bear the refusal, he said, "Khan, I promise you."

Balinhan tried hard to force a smile.

"Okay, that puts my mind at ease. I heard you were getting married soon, and you were so mean that you didn't even tell me. You had to find out from other people. What? Are you afraid I'll stop you? Oh, it seems I won't be able to see your wedding."

After hearing this, Yan Lie burst into tears.

"Great Khan, don't say that. You will get better. Tomorrow Shu'er and I will be married. Please officiate our wedding."

"Haha, what nonsense are you talking about. Will Miss Lin agree? Although Miss Lin is not from here, you can't be impolite and treat her well in the future. That box is my gift to you two." Balin Khan pointed to the box on the side of the felt couch.

Yan Lie picked up the box, which contained a pair of jade pendants with a warm color.

"Thank you, Khan."

"How can a grown man cry like a woman? Okay, go call Concubine Yun Xihe in. I have something to say to her."

Yan Lie wiped his face and said, "Okay."

When he was about to walk out of the tent, Balin Khan called him and raised his head slightly.

"Yan Lie, remember what you promised me."

Yan Lie looked at him with heavy eyes, "Don't worry, Khan. I will never break my promise to you."

Balinhan nodded and said, "Good boy, go ahead."

Zhen'er, this is the last thing your father can do for you.

He didn't trust anyone except Yan Lie.

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Yan Lie didn't know how he got back to the big tent.

Lin Shu and Dunzhu prepared some food and immediately went to greet him when they saw him coming back.

"Yan Lie, is Balin Khan okay?"

Yan Lie didn't say anything, but just hugged Lin Shu tightly in his arms.

Seeing this, Dunzhu tactfully retreated.

Lin Shu knew that he was sad and gently stroked his back.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"Shu'er, let's get married tomorrow, shall we?"

"Get...get married? So suddenly?"

"Yes. Let's get married. I'd like to ask the Khan to officiate our wedding."

Lin Shu slightly broke away and looked up at him.

I saw that his eyes were slightly red, probably because he had just cried. I guess Balinhan’s body...

"it is good."

Yan Lie originally thought he would have to spend a lot of time to persuade her, but he didn't expect her to agree so readily. He was moved and hugged her tightly in his arms again.

"Shu'er, I'm sorry for putting you through this. The wedding was rushed, so we had to keep things simple. Don't worry, I'll definitely make it up to you later."

"Special circumstances require special treatment. I understand. But I don't understand the marriage rules here. You need to find someone to teach me, so I don't make a fool of myself."

In the evening, Yan Lie called Dunzhu and asked her to find a tribesman who could embroider to help sew a wedding dress for Lin Shu.

Lin Shu, on the other hand, had not recovered from the role change for a while.

Was she the one who agreed so readily just now?

Are you sure it’s not some ghost?

She is married????

Just marry yourself like this????

Dunzhu knew Lin Shu's preferences and sizes. She didn't like long robes, so the wedding dress she had made for her was based on Central Plains clothing. Lin Shu knew many of the people who came to the big tent to help sew the wedding dress. She had seen them last time in Tubu's big tent.

This was the first time we had encountered someone who was in such a hurry to get married, and they wanted to make the clothes in just one night.

Fortunately, Dunzhu had already completed part of it when he had nothing to do.

Next, everyone just needs to divide the work and cooperate well.

Looking at the busy crowd, getting married is supposed to be a happy thing, but getting married under such circumstances made Lin Shu feel somewhat sad.

Yan Lie didn't know where he had gone! She didn't ask any more questions, thinking that since they were getting married tomorrow, he would have to go out and make arrangements.

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As soon as Bumtai returned to the allied camp, he went back to his own tent.

When the other groups heard the news of his return, they went to the tent to look for him.

But they were all blocked by Natu'a.

He knew that the eldest prince was in a bad mood and had no time to deal with them.

Besides, when these guys get together, there's nothing to do except quarreling.

After sending those people away, Natu'a went into the tent to see him.

I saw the eldest prince sitting at the desk, looking at the map.

No interruption, just standing quietly aside.

The atmosphere in the big tent was terribly low.

After a long while, Bumtai said,

"Natu'a, we will return to Soha tribe tomorrow."

"Ah? Go back?" Natu'a thought he had heard it wrong. The eldest prince was finally willing to go back?

"Yes. Have someone pack it up. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Grand Prince, why did you suddenly go back?"

Bumtai's face was filled with displeasure. "You are so nagging. Do I need your approval for anything I do?"

Natu’a: ……

Natu'a suddenly felt something was wrong, as the eldest prince rarely spoke to him in such a harsh tone.

It seems that he is really angry this time...

To be exact, he was out of patience.

I hurried back to Soha tribe, with a vague suspicion in my mind: could it be...

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Everyone worked in Yan Lie's tent until late at night before they finished embroidering the clothes.

Although Lin Shu can't embroider, she can do logistics work.

Prepare tea and snacks for everyone.

Like a screw, it goes wherever it is needed.

The women workers here are not like those in the Central Plains, who can sew as many patterns and colors.

Only some simple auspicious patterns can be sewn on the wedding dress.

Lin Shu didn't mind at all. It was already pretty good to be able to achieve what he has now in such a short time.

After seeing everyone off, Lin Shu rubbed his aching back and looked at the curtains.

"Why aren't you back yet?"

"Miss, may I wait for you to rest first?"

Lin Shu nodded, washed up briefly, and suddenly thought of something, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, Dunzhu, I have a favor to ask of you. After we get married, could you please prepare two more basins of water?"

"Ah, prepare two more? Girl, do you think the water is not enough?"

"No... not... it's for... for Yan Lie..."