With nephrite in her arms and a faint fragrance assailed her nostrils, Yang Ning carried Nuo Min and walked towards the temporary camp of the Duta Cavalry. Behind him, Ma Wu and Nuo Min's Eighteen Iron Guards followed from a distance. Nuo Min didn't know whether he was really tired or was out of business. Yu was shy and didn't say a word. He just closed his eyes and leaned gently into Yang Ning's arms.

Holding Nuo Min's soft body, Yang Ning felt a strange feeling in her heart uncontrollably. Then it caused a change in a certain part of her body. The saddle was narrow. The two sat close to each other. Nuo Min immediately noticed Yang Ning's feelings. The changes in my heart felt like a deer being hit, but I couldn't avoid it on the narrow horseback.

As the mount bumped, friction and contact became more and more frequent. Yang Ning's feeling became more and more intense, and his features became more and more obvious. He pressed tightly against Nuo Min's back. Nuo Min finally couldn't help it. He moved his body forward, trying to avoid Yang Ning's "confrontation". Yang Ning was feeling comfortable at the moment. Seeing that Nuo Min didn't express any objection, her mind started to heat up. She also moved her body forward and pushed forward again.

Nuo Min couldn't move forward anymore. If she moved any further, she would ride on the horse's neck. She had to stop her movements, but still didn't speak. Yang Ning couldn't help but hugged Nuo Min's body tightly, making the two of them closer together. Close. As the mount rocks, you can enjoy the ecstatic friction of your lower body.

"Yang Ning, you... what are you doing?" Nuo Min finally spoke. She raised her head and glared at Yang Ning. The expression on her face was a little cold, but she didn't look like she was really angry.

Yang Ning couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He wasn't sure if Nuo Min was really angry. Furthermore, he felt that he was really a little underhanded. So he hurriedly loosened his arms around Nuo Min and sat back. He talked with Nuo Min. Min's body moved some distance away.

Nuo Min didn't say anything more. Instead, she moved her body back and leaned into Yang Ning's arms. However, her lower body was still as far away from Yang Ning as possible.

Not long after this, Duta's camp also arrived.

Arriving in front of the luxurious military tent built by Hetu specifically for Nuomin, Yang Ning gently reined in the reins and said, "Princess, here we are."

Nuo Min did not respond and did not move. Yang Ning was puzzled. She stretched her neck and looked over Nuo Min's shoulder. She found that Nuo Min's beautiful eyes were slightly closed and her breath was blue. She was actually asleep. It seemed that she had indeed fallen asleep at this moment. The mind is tired.

Sigh. It’s not easy to think about Nuomin. As the Jasper Princess on the grassland, she looks very beautiful. But who knows how much effort she has put into her tribe and how much pressure she has endured.

"Princess. Wake up. Wake up." Yang Ning gently shook Nuo Min's body.

"Hmm... are we here yet?" Nuo Min murmured. She woke up, stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes. The little daughter's mood she inadvertently revealed at that moment made Yang Ning's heart beat.

"We're here. Come on. Get off your horse and go in. Change your wet clothes. Take a shower and then have a good sleep." Yang Ning got off the horse first and stretched out his hand to Nuo Min. At this time, four Hetu in the tent were specially arranged to serve Nuo Min. The sensitive Duta strong woman also came out. Seeing this, she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

Yang Ning almost carried Nuo Min off the horse. The two strong women from Duta immediately stepped forward to support Nuo Min. Nuo Min's face turned red with shame. Apart from being carried off the horse by Yang Ning, she probably thought of the time when she came here with Yang Ning. Ning was on the horse. She lowered her head and said hastily to Yang Ning, "I'll go in first." Then she turned around and ran into the tent.

Yang Ning paused outside the tent for a long time. Thoughts were swirling in her mind: It is undeniable that during this trip to the grassland, she had a strong liking for Nuo Min. And just now she did that to her on the horse. But she didn't. She didn't express anger or anger, nor did she turn against herself. It seemed that she didn't hate herself. She even had a good impression of herself. This good impression became obvious after she stayed with her in Jue Valley for two days. That short time In just two days of getting along, not only did Nuomin discover her secret, but she also felt that her relationship with her had become more inexplicably cordial.

Looking back, when Nuomin Pegasus rushed to the front of the thousands of troops, her nervousness and worry at that moment was so intense. When she stood in front of the rebel array, she might be shot at any time. His worry even turned into panic. During the whole process, it was as if a big hand was tightly grasping his chest, making him unable to breathe. Until she came back to his eyes, he felt this terrible feeling. It recedes like a tide.

This incident made me wonder whether I had fallen in love with this smart, beautiful, and celestial prairie princess.

Forget it. What are you thinking about? There is no possibility of a relationship between you and Nuo Min. One is a eunuch in the Ming Dynasty, and the other is a princess and goddess respected by everyone in the grassland. The difference in status between the two is really too big. When it gets bigger, it's like Sun Monkey turning over several somersault clouds.

I should finish the matter of paying tribute and negotiating peace honestly. Return to the capital and continue working hard to realize my happy and happy life.

Not long after Yang Ning returned to his camp, the cavalry of Hetu and Gilat escorted the prisoners back to the camp. All the prisoners captured in this battle were driven into the makeshift prisoner of war camp like animals. Yang Ning led Ma Wu out to inspect, but saw thousands of prisoners of war. Excluding the rebels under Xin Ai's command, Hamu's only 20,000 soldiers and horses saw that the situation was gone. They immediately surrendered. And Zhao Quan's Not to mention the more than 40,000 Han soldiers and horses, they surrendered much faster than Hamu's soldiers and horses.

Yang Ning hurriedly led Ma Wu to Hetu and asked about Zhao Quan. Hetu burst out laughing and told Yang Ning that Princess Biyu had already told him that Zhao Quan must be captured alive on the battlefield. He waved his hand, and a group of Duta cavalry escorted a dozen Han Chinese wearing Mongolian leather armor and came closer.

The leader among these dozen Han Chinese is about forty years old. He is tall and thin. His ugly face, which is as long as a horse's face, is particularly eye-catching. Looking at his bruised nose, swollen face, and dirty look all over his body, he is obviously beaten. There was a struggle before being caught. At this time, the man was looking up at Yang Ning. A pair of triangular eyes exuded a rebellious and vicious light.

"This person is Zhao Quan. These other people are all the main figures under him. They are all here. Many of them. Hey, they came out in full force this time." Hetu said to Yang Ning.

Yang Ning ignored Zhao Quan's vicious gaze. He cupped his fists at Hetu and said, "Your Majesty, could you please temporarily take the others into custody and keep them under strict supervision? Then bring Zhao Quan to my account. I want to interrogate him first." Give him a try."

Hetu immediately responded happily: "No problem. You can handle your Han affairs as you wish." After saying that, he gave some instructions to his subordinates.

Two strong cavalrymen from Duta escorted Zhao Quan, who was struggling and roaring, into Yang Ning's camp.

Yang Ning sat down at the top and waved to the two Duta cavalry to go out. The two Duta cavalry hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhao Quan, and then withdrew.

Seeing Zhao Quan standing upright in front of him, looking at him with a sneer and disdain on his face, Yang Ning frowned. He felt that it was necessary to attack Zhao Quan's momentum. He had become a prisoner of his subordinates. Why the hell are you still like this? Hang.

"Zhao Quan, our family is the eunuch Yang Ning, the eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch of the Ming Dynasty. Why don't you, a traitor, kneel down when you see this envoy?" Yang Ning said righteously.

Zhao Quan sneered. His voice was harsh. "Huh, little castrate. You, Mr. Zhao, are all over the world and enjoy grudges. How can you kneel down to a little bastard like you? Even the imperial envoy is bullshit. Don't you just want to answer me?" Are you going to go back and get stabbed? If it weren’t for that bastard Hamu who didn’t dare to kill his uncle Hassan, that old bastard, who controlled the main force of the Gilat cavalry, how could I have fallen into the hands of a little gelding like you now? ."

"Oh. That's it." Zhao Quan's scolding made Yang Ning know such a hidden story behind the rebels. In this way, it was really thanks to Hamu's fucking. Otherwise, the situation at this time would inevitably be different. It's a different scene.

"Ma Wu, let this traitor kneel down." Yang Ning ordered calmly.

"Yes." Ma Wu agreed and walked towards Zhao Quan.

Although Zhao Quan was tied up, his legs could still move. He watched coldly as Ma Wu, who was hit by a head more than him, approached. Suddenly he kicked Ma Wu.

Ma Wu snorted coldly, turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and slapped Zhao Quan on the knee like lightning. Zhao Quan immediately screamed "Ah" and his leg fell down as if he was electrocuted. His body leaned forward. Without stopping, he stretched out his palm and slapped Zhao Quan on the back. Zhao Quan knelt on the ground with a "plop". Zhao Quan was still unwilling to give up. When he was about to struggle to get up, Ma Wu had already reached out and held Zhao Quan's neck. Zhao Quan could no longer move.

Yang Ning felt envious again. Knowing martial arts is good. Look at Ma Wu's short stature, but he effortlessly knocked the tall Zhao Quan to the ground, leaving him unable to resist. Of course, this is also the reason why Yang Ning boldly brought Zhao Quan to the tent.

"Zhao Quan. Ming said it. Our family is here this time to take you and your evil-doing subordinates back to the Ming Dynasty to accept the trial of the people and the severe punishment of the court. You guys are Han people, but you first started the White Lotus cult. . Harmful to the people. Later, he recognized the thief as his father. He helped the tyrants to torture and slaughtered tens of millions of innocent people on the border of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said that killing you a thousand times will not be enough to compensate for your sins..."

After finishing her righteous words, Yang Ning felt that she still had some unfinished meaning. Suddenly she changed her face and cursed loudly: "Damn it. What bothers me the most is you bastards and scumbags who eat everything in and out."

Zhao Quan Jiejie sneered, scratched his neck hard, and said with a ferocious expression: "Little gelding, don't show off your authority here. There is no need to talk to me about these big things. I only have one head. If I want you, take it now. You Mr. Zhao, I am not afraid of death. In this life, I will eat and drink. Even beautiful women will have no fun. It is worth dying."

"Ha! You have some backbone." Yang Ning praised. He walked down from the chair and came to Zhao Quan. He squatted down and stared into Zhao Quan's eyes and said slowly: "Since you are not afraid of death and you know that death is inevitable anyway, then you Why don't you just wipe your neck on the battlefield? Why do you have to be captured and brought to me? Do you really want to be taken back to the Ming Dynasty by me and suffer the pain of Lingchi?"
Chapter completed!