He was plain and curled his fingertips slightly, and stroked the tip of her nose.

It is very light, especially for a strong man, it can be considered gentle.

Gentle fun.

"Little liar."

He looked at her and said.

A belly full of bad water, little bad guy.

The simple three words can’t tell what it means.

It seems to be blaming, not as if it is blaming.

The little princess, who is good at showing weakness, blinked her moving eyes.

Get close and hold his arms tightly.

He put his head on his shoulder and rubbed it.

The red lips are slightly bent and look well-behaved.

Like a harmless kitten, clingy and relative.

Not afraid of him at all.

Adair Khan looked cold, but he didn't push her away.

She would hold her if she wanted to, and if she wanted to follow her, she would follow her if she wanted to.

Don't say anything, don't refuse.

Let her approach.

The sensitive little princess probably discovered this a long time ago, so she became a little bolder.

He held his hands tightly and pressed his fingers against each other.

Adair Khan was leaving, and she followed.

No matter how loud the tent there was in the felt next to it, he didn't take a look.

Just pester him.

Heart and eyes full of.

"Then, if the Khan comes to cause trouble for me, will you help me?"

She followed him, her back was slender and her voice was soft and moving.

With the warm vitality of spring.

Regardless of what the people around him think, he just followed him obediently.

The tall Adair Khan was on her right, holding a horse, and his pace was unfast.

Even compared with the Turks, this pace is already slow.

Slowly, it seemed to be accommodated by her.

Let her keep up.

She asked him a question, and he was cold and held her little hand with big hands.

Almost wrapped her whole hand.

"It depends on your performance."

He said.

I don't know what it depends on.

The little princess was a little dissatisfied with this answer.

Slightly curl your lips.

"You can't do this. If you don't help me, you will have no wife in the future."

She spoke softly, serious and righteous.

"Without me, you will be a widow for the rest of your life."

She wrapped herself around him, and the bright dress was vaguely visible under the thick fur.

It was slightly blown up by the wind, lively and ostentatious.

Fresh and vivid.

Adair Khan seemed to smile, and their backs gradually faded away.

He seemed to loosen the rope and reached out to pinch her face.

The movements are very intimate.

The people who stopped beside him saw that they had left, then began to speak.

Murmur.

"It seems that what happened last night was true..."

The news was very rumored before, and those who were not present at first were still a little unbelievable.

But now, they believe it.

His Highness, the Great Prince, probably really had an idea of ​​the number one beauty who came to the capital.

Otherwise, how could this be?

The second prince in the felt tent was still suffering and was struggling.

And the eldest prince is surrounded by flowers and the moon, and the beauty is in her arms.

The Turkic people, who were very lively, soon spread the news.

It spreads rapidly.

...

...

...

Back at her felt tent, His Highness the Princess was in a good mood to untie the big fur on her body, patted it, and hung it on the shelf.

It was windy outside and the weather was cold.

But His Royal Highness played around and his cheeks were still rosy, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and his pink.

There is no sign of suffering.

After hanging her big fur, she looked around.

"pearl?"

The voice fell, and there was no response.

The pearl is not there.

I don't know where I've been.

She looked at it, but she had not had time to think about it.
Chapter completed!