The woman walked to her, raised the velvet in her hand, and made gestures while whispering the Western Rong language mixed with Central Plains.

"She means..."

Murong Heng couldn't bear it and was about to translate the woman's words, but Ying Baoyue had already spoken in Xirong.

"You tell me, I can understand."

The woman opened her eyes wide and looked at her blankly, turning to look at Du Ziqing standing at the tent door.

Du Ziqing was also a little surprised, "You can speak Xirong?"

There are very few people in the six kingdoms in the Great Wall who know Xirong's speech, and even fewer people who are proficient in Central Plains and Xirong's speech. Even princes and nobles find a suitable master to teach.

As Ying Baoyue's identity, she had no chance to get into Xirongyu.

Ying Baoyue glanced at Murong Heng, "It was Aheng who taught me before."

Murong Heng looked at her, and it was not good to be sure or deny, and his expression was extremely complicated.

"Is that true?" Du Ziqing glanced at Murong Heng, "In short, it would be convenient if you can understand."

He said lightly, "I heard from Ah Heng that you plan to have a simple Xirong wedding."

"That's not what I said!"

Murong Heng interrupted him suddenly, his face flushed, "I mean to dress up and do it..."

"No matter what you are going to do, just ask Sang Lan about what the Xirong wedding needs."

Du Ziqing Chao raised his chin at the woman standing beside Ying Baoyue, "She knows."

Sang Lan?

Ying Baoyue looked at the strong but reserved Xirong woman beside her, who was always down and defensive.

It seems that Sang Lan is her name.

"Okay, the wedding matter is that the woman is preparing for the more troublesome, let them get busy," Du Ziqing looked at Murong Heng standing beside Ying Baoyue, with a deep look, "Aheng, come out with me, I have something to ask you."

After saying that, before Murong Heng could answer, the man had already strode out of the tent.

Murong Heng's body was a little stiff, and he looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "You and Aunt Sang Lan are preparing here, I'll come when I go."

Ying Baoyue nodded, and Murong Heng walked out of the tent with his sword in his arms.

After both men left, Sang Lan, who had been tense all over her body, suddenly relaxed and her expression became much more relaxed.

"you……"

Ying Baoyue kept observing her reaction and asked softly, "Are you afraid of your husband?"

Sang Lan shuddered and said with a knot, "No, don't be afraid. Gongga... is a good person..."

Seeing that she was scared like this, Ying Baoyue could only smile bitterly.

Judging from her name for Du Ziqing alone, Du Ziqing should not have told Sang Lan about her original name, let alone his original experience.

Thinking that the two of them had even children, but they still knew nothing about each other. Du Ziqing still had his original wife and children in the Great Wall, Ying Baoyue didn't know how to face this woman.

Fortunately, after a while of embarrassment, Sang Lan finally got rid of her restraint, knelt down on the edge of the floor, and reached out to hold up her hair.

Sang Lan's somewhat rough fingertips were inserted into her hair. Ying Baoyue's neck trembled for the first time when someone touched her hair like this.

"Miss, your hair is so beautiful."

Sang Lan praised in Xirong's words, raised the colorful wool thread in her hand that was spun and dyed, and combed Ying Baoyue's hair.

"Before our Xirong daughter got married, my mother would use such thread to braid our hair for us."

In other words, this is the costume of a married woman in Xirong?

Ying Baoyue glanced at Sang Lan's hair bun, but found that there were only a few dark velvet threads on it, and asked in confusion, "Then why don't you have it on your head?"

Sang Lan smiled and reached out to take off the hairband on Ying Baoyue's head. "Only a bride who has been married for less than half a year will tie colorful velvet threads. I am old."

Ying Baoyue noticed Sang Lan's fingers skillfully shuttled through her hair, and braided the colorful velvet thread into her hair. The broken hair around her head was tied into small braids, and the braids were piled up to the back of her head. She braided a large braid and hung it behind her back, and it was covered with ribbons from the top to the slightly slightest, and used a few small beast teeth to pierce the horns.

"Look, you're so pretty."

Sang Lan took a bowl full of water and held it in front of Ying Baoyue, letting her look at her reflection on the water.

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes slightly widened. She was the first time she had dressed like an alien. She originally thought it would be fancy. But at this moment, countless silk threads were scattered between her hair like flowers, and there was a hint of beauty in the roughness and nature, making her look like a native woman on the grassland.

"Did you dress like this when you got married?"

Ying Baoyue reached out and touched the ball of velvet on the contact and asked curiously.

Sang Lan, who was originally smiling, suddenly froze and lowered her head and said nothing.

Ying Baoyue noticed the silence of the people around her and looked at her in confusion.

"Gongga and I have never held a wedding."

Sang Lan was silent for a while, and lowered her head and spoke ill.

No……

Ying Baoyue suddenly didn't know what to say, and regretted asking this question.

"sorry."

Sang Lan shook her head, looked up at Ying Baoyue's eyes with a calm look, and gestured, "I am the gift given to Gongga by His Highness King Zhai, and I am not worthy of the wedding."

King Zhai? Gift?

Ying Baoyue was stunned. Du Ziqing said that his wife, Xirong, was arranged by the White Wolf King, so why did she become the one given by the King of Zhai again?

"You said, who sent it?"

Sang Lan was stunned for a moment. At this time, the sound of bleating flocks of sheep outside the tent came from outside the tent. She looked at the flocks outside the tent and replied softly, "I am the slave of His Highness the Tenth Zhai King. I was given to Gongga by His Highness the Tenth Zhai King together with the flock of sheep."

With the sheep...

Ying Baoyue felt a little sad inexplicably. She suddenly understood why Sang Lan was so humble and fearful when facing Du Ziqing.

In Sang Lan's heart, like the sheep, she was just Du Ziqing's property, not his wife at all.

"My mother!"

At this time, there were sounds of footsteps outside the tent, and a chubby little boy rushed in from outside the tent and rushed up Sang Lan's back.

"Uenqi, my doll, didn't you let you play outside?"

Seeing her son, Sang Lan's originally somewhat lonely face suddenly raised a smile. She carried the boy on her back and coaxed her.

The little boy lay on his mother's shoulder, staring at Ying Baoyue curiously with wide eyes.

His face looked very similar to Du Ziqing, but his eyes were as color as his mother.

Looking at those light-colored eyes, Ying Baoyue felt like she was in a silence in her chest.

"Uenqi?"

She asked softly, "Is this his name?"

Sang Lan nodded shyly and shook the child on her back, "It was Gonggaqi."

This name...

Thinking of the meaning of the three words Wu Enqi, Ying Baoyue's mood became more and more complicated, "You and him..."

Just as she was about to speak, a noise suddenly sounded outside the tent, and the flock of sheep screamed, and the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

"Hold the moon!"

Murong Heng rushed in from outside the tent, looking a little flustered.

"Someone has come to patrol!"
Chapter completed!