On this day, the two of them ended a big fight and lay exhausted on the bed.
Stroking Qimuge's smooth and fragrant shoulders, Nan Yanxi thought about her future plans.
My injuries have basically healed, and it's time to meet the little girl's father.
After all, he is a lord, and he has been here for more than a month.
He eats other people's food, drinks other people's food, lives with other people's food, and even sleeps with other people's daughters.
It would be really inappropriate for me not to go see him again.
Just as he was thinking about it, the maid outside the wooden door knocked on the door.
He said softly: "Princess, the Great Khan has an order for you to go back immediately."
Qimuge, who was about to have a good sleep, suddenly became impatient.
He asked lazily: "What are you doing? Is there something wrong?"
"I heard that the little prince from Bari tribe is here again!"
Listening to the maid's answer, Qimuge frowned, then got up and put on clothes.
Nan Yanxi was puzzled and asked doubtfully: "Why is the little prince of Bari tribe here?"
"Come just come, why are you letting a little girl go?"
Qimuge pouted: "This guy is here to propose marriage to my father!"
"It's so annoying! I even asked dad to reject me, why is he still coming?"
"What the hell?"
After hearing what she said, Nan Yanxi sat up immediately.
"What's going on? Steal my master's wife!"
Seeing Nan Yanxi who was about to have an attack on the spot, Qi Mu Ge smiled happily.
She said softly: "Don't worry, I'll ask Father Khan to send him away and come back."
"The husband will always be the only one in his life, hehe..."
After saying that, he kissed his face gently, said "wait for me to come back", and walked out of the yurt.
Looking at Qimuge's leaving figure, Nan Yanxi curled her lips.
He muttered to himself: "If it could be that simple, why would your father ask you to do it?"
"Master, if I really wait here obediently, I'm afraid this wife will become someone else's!"
After saying that, Nan Yanxi stood up and called his personal servant in.
He was a boy as big as his Muge, named Xiaosanzi. He was smart and sensible, and Nan Yanxi liked him very much.
Ask him to bring him the black and white boyish outfit that he has washed.
After getting dressed, he called the maid and dressed himself up.
Looking at the bronze mirror, Nan Yanxi nodded with satisfaction.
He once again returned to the appearance of the jade-like young man in Mo Shang.
Hanging the Yanling knife on your waist and pressing the handle with your hand, it really means that you have both civil and military skills.
When he was ready, he beckoned the mistress over and said, "Do you know where your princess has gone?"
The mistress hurriedly replied: "I know, I must go back to the sweat tent first."
"I'm familiar with the guards over there. Master, do you want to find the princess?"
Nan Yanxi smiled and nodded. This guy is so clever and lovable.
Without saying much, the two of them got on their horses and, led by the mistress, rushed to the sweat tent.
Along the way, the mistress introduced the little prince of Bari tribe to Nan Yanxi in detail.
This man's name was Battelle, who had been obsessed with his wooden frame for a long time. He had proposed marriage before, but Dai Qin politely refused.
This time I came again without giving up, and I heard it brought considerable benefits.
In fact, Nan Yanxi also understood clearly that there are only two kinds of benefits.
One is to lift the suppression of the Qiaonuo tribe. After all, the two tribes are married.
The other is to give them a large amount of winter supplies.
The nomadic peoples of the Northern Plains are different from the farming peoples of the Central Plains. For them, surviving the winter is a big challenge.
It is not only necessary to provide food for people, but also to provide fodder for livestock, and this is even more important.
As long as livestock have fodder to eat, they can produce milk, and people will have enough to eat.
No matter how bad things get, you can survive the winter by killing a few of them for meat.
A few days ago, I heard from Su Rile who came to visit me.
This year, the grassland under the jurisdiction of Qiaonuobu has not received enough rain, so the fodder stored there is not enough.
Recently I have been busy going to other ministries in Beiyuan to borrow fodder.
The survival of the people under their rule is always the first priority of the ruler.
When people's lives improve, the ruler's strength will be enhanced.
As the two said this, they soon came to a small hill.
There is a huge group of yurts on the mountain, surrounded by tall fences.
Nan Yanxi looked up and saw a huge golden tent on the top of the mountain.
That must be the sweat tent of the Qionuo tribe.
The two dismounted and walked forward, when a guard outside the village gate came to greet them.
He greeted the mistress cordially: "Hey! Why are you here if you don't want to serve the warrior who killed the white wolf?"
The mistress chuckled and pointed to Nan Yanxi at the side like a show off.
Stinky Pit said: "Bind your dog eyes, this is the warrior who killed the white wolf, the future commander of our Qiaonuo tribe!"
Upon hearing this, several guards hurriedly came over and saluted Nan Yanxi one after another.
Nan Yanxi also didn't expect that she would be so famous.
After listening to Xiao Sanzi's explanation, I realized that the wolf pack led by the white wolf was a major scourge in the local area.
The Qionuo tribe hunted many times without success.
But he didn't expect that he would be stabbed to death by Nan Yanxi with a small dagger.
The people of Beiyuan were good at martial arts and worshiped warriors, so they naturally had a good impression of him.
The guard leader raised his eyebrows at Nan Yanxi and said softly: "Warrior, are you here to compete with that guy Bart for the title of the princess?"
"We support you! A real warrior should fight for his woman!"
"You must not give that guy Battle a free pass!"
Nan Yanxi was stunned when she heard this, and thought to herself that these Beiyuan people are really straightforward and cute.
Then he nodded and said: "Yes! I am here to compete with him!"
"Of course a true warrior cannot just watch!"
The guards all catered to her, and the leader solemnly patted Nan Yanxi on the shoulder: "Go in, come on!"
After saying that, he moved out of the way.
The two of them walked in so easily.
If this Qiaonuo tribe's Dazhai was placed in the Central Plains Dynasty, it would be regarded as a palace city anyway.
An outsider, carrying a knife, walked in so arrogantly.
These Beiyuan people are really straightforward and innocent.
Shaking her head in amusement, Nan Yanxi followed the mistress and walked quickly inside.
Soon he arrived outside the sweat tent, and the guards present had the same attitude towards him.
Nan Yanxi, led by a guard leader, came to the gap on the side of the sweat tent.
He raised his buttocks and looked through the gap.
A fat young man caught Nan Yanxi's eyes.
The guard leader said that he was the son of the Great Khan of Baribe, the little prince of Beiyuan, Balt.
Nan Yanxi took a closer look and saw this guy's round head and beard.
That hairstyle was the same as that of the Tatar Oara people in my previous life.
There is a small tuft of hair in front of the head, and the middle is shaved bald, like the Mediterranean Sea.
There is a small braid on both sides of the back of the head, which looks very funny.
Such a cute hairstyle looks so inconsistent on this face full of flesh.
He has a chubby figure but is not tall.
Coupled with this cute hairstyle, he looks like a walking little meatball.