Chapter 851

"Crackle -"

the subtle sound of the fire burning was very clear in my ears.

Tuoba frowned and opened his eyes with difficulty. The first thing that came into view was the gray tent top. As soon as I moved my eyes, I saw a small fire.

I was in a very simple and strange tent.

Tuoba Zhi sat up on the bed, and the heavy quilt slipped from his chest to his legs. Suddenly, a chill came, and Tuoba couldn't help shivering.

At this time, the curtain opened, an old man came in from the outside and said happily, "you wake up! Young man, you are in good health

Although Tuoba Zhi was a noble, he was able to get along with all kinds of people. At the moment, he showed a smile, sincere way: "thank you for your help."

A gong is a respectful name for the elderly.

During the conversation, Du Zhi knew that the old man's name was Sangji, and he was very kind. This is a secluded place almost isolated from the outside world, with a small tribe of dozens of people.

We have lived here for generations and only a few times a year go out for foreign trade.

"That night, I went out to find my son," Sang Ji said with a kind smile. "I didn't expect to meet you..."

Tuoba was thinking something in his heart. When he heard this, he asked at the right time, "my grandfather, where is my friend now?"

Sangi said anxiously: "this tent is small. I arranged it in the tent next to it. Your friend is seriously injured. I don't know when he will wake up

Tuoba held in the heart scolded sound Niang, lifted quilt to slip off bed, way: "I go to see him."

Now, the snow has stopped, but the snow on the ground has not melted, a vast expanse of white.

Tuoba Zhi shivered with cold and felt a little better after entering the tent.

On the bed, the cunning Han Prince lay quietly on the bed, pale, almost bloodless lips, looking pitiful.

To tell the truth, Tuoba Zhi was very surprised when he first met the Third Prince of Yan that night.

He asked himself that at this age, he had never seen anyone more beautiful than the third prince - probably not in the future. After all, Shen Yan is the only one in the world.

Different from the Baijing Han people with red lips and white teeth, Shen Yan's good-looking looks are somewhat rough - this person's gender characteristics are particularly obvious, and he exudes a strong masculine smell all over his body, just like a swaggering estrous male beast attracting spouses everywhere.

The indignation in Tuoba's heart suddenly faded a little. Ah, it's really hard to get angry looking at such a face.

I should have looked back at this person a few times when I knew that. I would be in a better mood.

Day by day.

Shen Yan is still awake.

Tuoba Zhi didn't plan to leave here for the time being. He took care of the beautiful Prince of Han family every day.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Shen Yan, Tuoba Zhi didn't know that he could serve others so well. Although he was born as a prince, now he patiently massages Shen Yan's legs and feet every day and helps him scrub his body every once in a while.

Ah

I live like a slave!

Tuoba Zhi shakes his head, his brows are deeply locked, and he seriously thinks about where the problem is. How did he fall from a generation of Khan to such a situation?

Is it because of beauty???