In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

Seeing living people put Li Yuanchang at ease.

Looking at his old friend who had fallen off the cliff with him, he couldn't help but feel emotional. It seemed like only a moment had passed between closing and opening his eyes, but it was really too dangerous.

It's like walking into the gates of hell and then jumping out again.

"How long will it take for him to wake up?"

Qi Senluge frowned: "It's hard to say, you're all too weak."

Li Yuanchang couldn't help but take a deep breath. He was eager to return home, but he also knew that going back now was simply impossible.

"All right."

"By the way, Miss Luge, may I stay here?"

"He's my partner, so this way we can look out for each other."

Qi Senluge nodded immediately: "No problem."

"Thank you." Li Yuanchang smiled at him.

Qi Senlu smiled shyly and then offered, "How about I push you outside for a walk? I'll have someone come and make a bed for you."

"And going out more might help you recover faster."

Li Yuanchang nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble you, young lady."

"You can call me Lu Ge."

"it is good."

Li Yuanchang glanced at Guo Chao, then was helped out and boarded the oxcart.

The so-called oxcart is not a cart pulled by oxen, but a kind of wheelchair-like vehicle, only it is crudely made and entirely of wood.

Li Yuanchang was pushed around on the grassland, and many people greeted Qisen Luge along the way.

"They seem to respect you a lot?"

Qisenluge laughed and said, "They respect my father. My father is the leader of the Qimeng tribe. This habitat was found and established by my father and his people."

"When I was little, the tribe only had a few hundred people, but now it has almost three thousand."

She spoke with considerable pride.

Li Yuanchang gave him an "I see" look and said that the middle-aged man didn't seem like an ordinary person.

Those who can become leaders generally have a certain charisma, and this charisma cannot be faked.

"So, are you an independent tribe, or...?"

"An independent tribe, but one that does not need to pay any benefits to the larger tribes every year."

Li Yuanchang raised an eyebrow: "A large tribe? Who is the largest tribe here?"

"Wuhu Tribe".

Li Yuanchang pondered, "Isn't that the predecessor of the Uyghurs?"

The timing seems a bit off, but the region is about the same: northwest of Yinshan, which is the border area between the Uyghur and Tibetan territories.

As he was thinking, suddenly, a dark shadow blocked his way.

Li Yuanchang looked up and saw a tall, imposing man, about eight feet tall, dressed in exotic clothing, carrying an agate scimitar, with massive pectoral muscles, creating a considerable visually intimidating presence.

"Brother Ada," Qisenluge greeted.

Li Yuanchang was preparing to greet them as well, since he was living under someone else's roof.

To everyone's surprise, the man's eyes were filled with wariness and hostility. He glanced at Li Yuanchang and said, "Lu Ge, don't trust others too easily. Some people may appear clean on the surface, but they may harbor malicious intentions."

Li Yuanchang couldn't understand the foreign language, but he could sense the hostility of the other party.

"Brother Ada, please don't speak of my guest like that."

"Lu Ge, you are still young and don't understand. Outsiders are very cunning, especially the Han people in the south. I'm doing this for your own good."

"This person's origins are unknown; we need to be wary of him."

"Brother Ada, stop talking, I understand." Qisenluge simply walked around.

The man frowned, his eyes gloomy.

Looking at Li Yuanchang, who had been carefully cared for by Qi Senluge for more than half a month, a hint of jealousy couldn't help but show in her eyes.

Li Yuanchang clearly sensed it and turned his head to look.

Their eyes met.

This guy, Ada, made no attempt to hide his hostility.

Li Yuanchang did not respond; he did not want to cause any trouble at this critical juncture.

Then, the two sides moved away from each other.

The man remained where he was, staring intently with a grim expression. Suddenly, he beckoned, and several armed men stepped forward.

The man whispered a few words to someone.

"..."

Pushed away into the distance, Li Yuanchang inquired, "Lu Ge, is he your elder brother?"

"Yes, but he is not my father's child; he was adopted."

"We grew up together. He's the tribe's number one warrior. He has a strong personality, but don't worry, he's not a bad person."

Li Yuanchang turned around and glanced at the man who was still staring at him.

He had met too many people, too many amazing people, in his two lifetimes, so he had a sharp eye. This man was narrow-minded, not someone to befriend, and not even someone to be trusted.

But this was ultimately a matter for the Qimeng tribe, and he shouldn't interfere.

He only wanted to recover quickly and then leave; he would repay the life-saving grace.

Therefore, he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Lu Ge, please take me back. I'm a little tired. Thank you for your help."

Qi Senluge looks young, maybe sixteen or seventeen at most, but he is exceptionally intelligent.

"Li Zheng, are you worried about him?"

Li Yuanchang shook his head: "No, I'm really tired."

As he spoke, he smiled.

Qi Senluge hesitated, then glanced back at Ada, who was still staring at him, and frowned slightly.

"All right."

"Then I'll push you back."

I'll come see you again tomorrow.

Li Yuanchang could feel her care and kindness, and even the freckles on her cheeks looked beautiful.

Thank you.

"No need, you are my guest."

"You can't say it like that in Mandarin." Li Yuanchang was both amused and exasperated, finding the statement rather strange.

"How should I say it? My Mandarin isn't very good." Qisen Luge's cheeks flushed slightly, a little embarrassed.

"..."

The two chatted idly as they returned to the camp under the setting sun.

That same day, Li Yuanchang moved in with Guo Chao.

Qisenluge sent many daily necessities, and even gave Li Yuanchang the best bedding to keep him warm. In ancient nomadic tribes, this was the most precious gift.

Soon, night fell.

The grassland was silent, with a huge temperature difference between day and night.

Coupled with the lingering pain from his wound, Li Yuanchang tossed and turned, unable to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

He struggled to his feet on his own and reached for the medicine that Qisenluge had given him, intending to use it to relieve the pain.

He had seven knife wounds on his body, the most fatal being the impact of the warhorse before he fell, which broke many of his ribs and caused internal injuries.

But just as he reached out his hand, his ears suddenly twitched slightly.

It was the sound of faint footsteps.

He held his breath and looked in one direction, his eyes like torches in the darkness.

A furtive figure appeared outside the tent. Li Yuanchang instinctively reached for his weapon, but the figure didn't enter; instead, it was pouring something out.

A pungent smell instantly filled the air.

"Ket oil!"

Li Yuanchang was startled and roared, "Who goes there?"

The sound was so startling that the person trembled, frantically lit a fire, and then fled.

With a whoosh, the flames instantly rose three zhang high, engulfing half of the camp.

Li Yuanchang's body was too weak to pursue, so he could only scare people away. When he saw the fire, he quickly covered his nose, endured the excruciating pain, and limped to Guo Chao's bedside.