Late at night.

Zhen Mingku stood in front of twenty heavily armed Dark Guards, his face more serious than ever.

"Brothers, tomorrow's ambush must only succeed and not fail, everything will be done step by step, and the timer will start now."

One of the Secret Guards all took out a small spring-loaded timer from his marching pouch behind him and wound it up, making a tick-tock sound.

This is the reason why Zhen Mingpainstakingly asked more than 20 craftsmen to create the most sophisticated mechanical watch to date according to the complex clock drawings, and all the actions of the secret guards over the years, separated by dozens of kilometers between the two places, can still be so unified and coordinated, all rely on this chronograph mechanical watch.

"Disband!"

……

Ma Niu'er sat on the blood trampling and watched with curiosity as the more than twenty Dark Guards divided into three teams, mounted their horses, and galloped away in three directions......

Zhen Ming turned over his horse, took her in his arms, and galloped towards the south of the Turkic capital.

"Niu'er, I'll take you out of here tomorrow night and go to Luoyang to find your brother."

"Brother?" Ma Niu'er looked puzzled.

"His name is Yang Tong, and he is your most beloved brother."

Ma Niu'er was a little panicked: "Don't you want Ma Niu'er?" Did Ma Niuer do something wrong? Did Ma Niu'er eat too much? ”

Zhen Mingku smiled dumbly: "As long as Niu'er is willing, you can eat poor Zhen Mingku, Zhen Mingku's is to take you to see your brother, and to remind you of the past." ”

"Remembering the past? Will you forget about Zhen Ming's suffering? Ma Niu'er looked worried.

"Probably not."

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly, in fact, he was not sure, "Even if you forget, I will remind you to remember." ”

"Yes." Ma Niu'er nodded vigorously, smiling delicately and movingly, her long hair covered Zhen Mingku's face with the wind, making him can't help but sneeze, and the moment he lowered his head, it happened to touch her lips when she turned around.

Ma Niu'er blushed, she didn't dare to look at him, and muttered something in her mouth.

She even dared to do that kind of thing to him, why did she have such a lovely reaction to a mere kiss, which made Zhen Mingku laugh.

He leaned over to hear what she was saying.

"Zhen Ming kissed Ma Niu'er bitterly, and she is going to marry Ma Niu'er, so you can't deny it......"

He laughed, she still had this strange concept, she was going to marry her when she kissed her, how could she not think about where she had taken him in her mouth that morning?

……

The wedding of Shibi and Princess Xinyi was held on the second night, and the ceremony was grand and jubilant, and the khans of all the tribes of the country rushed to congratulate them.

Shibi was a little dissatisfied in his heart, because Chuluo Khan, who had always been not very good at him, did not show up to celebrate, which was tantamount to announcing a break with him.

But Shi Bi didn't take it to heart, because he was going to marry a beautiful Han princess he had coveted for a long time, and nothing excited him more than having sex with her tonight.

The wedding was held on a wide grassland, the moonlight was like silver, sprinkled on the beautiful prairie, and there was a hazy mysterious beauty.

Shibi stood on a hill with an altar dedicated to Tengri, the Turkic god of land, food, livestock, war, and even his wife, and on either side of the altar were two domesticated jackals, squatting on either side of the altar.

Thousands of Turks and khans from all over the country, riding horses and holding torches in their hands, circled the hill under the altar hill and automatically made way for a passage to the altar.

Zhen Mingku and Feng Lun rode horses and stood on both sides of the passage as VIPs, watching the princess's wedding from the closest distance.

A Turkic howl rang out, hundreds of Turkic soldiers let out a loud roar, and the two wolves on the altar also raised their heads to the sky and howled at the moon.

Dressed in a costume sewn from sheepskin and wearing a wolfskin hat on his head, Zhang's ride a white steed slowly approached from a distance, led by several retinues.

Her expression was blank, there was no smile on her face, and her eyes looked a little dull.

When she walked by Zhen Mingku's side, she didn't pay any attention to Zhen Mingku's lips to her, and she didn't even look at him, so she slowly walked past him.

Zhen Mingku's heart tightened for a while, did she really not plan to listen to any explanation from him, and just marry the khan she had only known for a few days?

If she really liked Nashibi Khan, he wouldn't stop him, but she obviously only had him in her heart.

Indeed, she and Ma Niuer, he didn't want anyone to get hurt.

But she doesn't have to eat Ma Niu'er's vinegar at all, even if he takes Ma Niu'er with him, she is just a sister he loves, and she is his only wife, even if there are a hundred Ma Niu'er, it will not change in the slightest.

Zhang slowly walked up to the altar, and Shibi happily picked her off the horse, took her by the hand, and knelt down in front of the throne of the god Tengri.

Take an oath, hand over a token, and behead the wolf......

Rituals are always so boring, but in the hearts of the parties, they are always so sacred.

Ashinash Bobi stared fiercely at Shi Bi who was laughing on the altar, watched him hold Zhang, get on the horse, and let the wedding attendants take Zhang to his dormitory, tonight, he will complete the final ceremony of the wedding with Zhang in that dormitory, and after tonight, Zhang will officially become the queen of the Turks.

Bo Bi turned his head and glanced at Zhen Mingku, who was not far away, with an inquiry in his eyes.

Zhen Mingku nodded at him slightly, whispered a few words beside Feng Lun, and turned to leave on horseback.

At this moment, Shibi pulled his bow and fired a rocket into a huge bonfire piled up in an open field, igniting the sky-high fire with a bang, and loudly announcing the official start of the wedding party......

……

In the dormitory of the beginning.

In order to make Zhang feel at home, Shibi specially asked people to use red silk cloth to decorate the surrounding furniture into festive floral decorations.

A big happy word was posted on the wall at the head of the bed.

The room was stacked with congratulatory gifts from the Khans, all of which were rare and precious furs, pearls and gems.

Zhang sat quietly on the edge of the bed, whimpering and crying, his voice desolate.

"Xianggong, why don't you want me anymore, woo woo......"

She suddenly realized that Zhen Mingku had actually divorced her three years ago, she was not his wife, he was not her father-in-law, it was just her wishful thinking, he was now fascinated by that woman, and he had long forgotten that she had worked so hard to find him, and she had fallen too deep to turn back in order not to let Shi Biqian be angry with him.

She didn't understand why he would be cruel to watch her marry Shibi, but he was indifferent, she would rather he shoot her to death with one arrow.

She even began to doubt his purpose for bringing her to the Turks, she hadn't seen her for three years, he had changed too much, and she had become a little unrecognizable, in order to avenge the girl of the Baiyi tribe, in order to take revenge, did he really sacrifice her as a bargaining chip?