"Nuo Qing, why are you so stunned?" Qian He whispered, her beautiful eyes full of blame.
Arnold smiled sheepishly, "I was distracted and didn't see it!"
Na Muhan was originally wondering why the man didn't kneel down. At first glance, he only saw that man standing quietly in the crowd, wearing a simple Han Chinese men's clothing, but why did that figure look familiar? He frowned inadvertently.
Just as he was about to speak and ask someone to bring him here, he suddenly saw him kneeling down.
"Prince Peiping is a thousand years old!"
I don't know who shouted loudly, and then a group of people consciously started shouting along. For a moment, the three shouts drowned out the thumping drums and gongs.
Na Muhan squinted his eyes slightly, thinking about the figure of that person just now. He was so familiar, standing quietly, as if he was the only one in the world. Suddenly a face appeared in his mind, and he was slightly stunned, and then
It felt wrong again. That person was clearly wearing men's clothes, even though he looked a little petite.
The man's clothes were petite... He grabbed the reins, turned over and got off the horse. He strode towards the place where Arnold was standing just now. The attendants behind him panicked and followed closely.
Arnold lowered his head and tried his best to make himself appear insignificant. He opened and closed his mouth and shouted "A Thousand Years Old Prince of Peiping" together with other people. Qianhe beside him was also very respectful, but occasionally he would secretly raise his head to look.
Look at everything on the royal road.
"coming."
"What?" Arnold asked casually, but the shouting in her ears suddenly stopped, and what she said was very prominent in the suddenly quiet environment.
Qianhe pulled the hem of her clothes, and she slowly raised her head. A pair of exquisite boots were two steps away from her. On top of the leather boots was a gorgeous purple python robe. Her body shook involuntarily,
He humbly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head.
God, don't let Namuhan discover her, don't let Namuhan discover her. Arnold kept praying in his heart, looking at his nose and not daring to move at all.
"Amul..." His voice was gentle and sounded very comfortable.
Hearing these three words, Arnold tried his best not to tremble. A layer of fine beads of sweat crawled up on his forehead, and his heart pounded even more.
"Be brave, the prince is calling you, why don't you raise your head quickly and answer the question." When the welcoming officials saw Na Muhan stop and follow him, a fat man who wanted to please scolded him without hesitation.
A group of officials looked at each other and saw a commoner kneeling down and hesitated. They originally thought that the prince would not care about a small commoner, but now it seems that the prince is not going to let that little commoner go.
Anuo refused to admit it to her death. What she held on to was the idea that she was not Amul at all. What Namuhan was calling was Amul. As long as she didn't stand up, it would prove that she had no idea who Namuhan was calling.
The air was quiet and depressing, and everyone around him did not dare to say a word. Na Muhan took another step forward, and the people kneeling on both sides hurriedly moved their knees to get out of the way.
"Amul..." He shouted again, with a hint of anger in his warm voice. He had a pair of eyes that were very similar to real gold, and his dark brown pupils reflected the petite figure kneeling on the ground.
"Be brave, someone come and tie this man up for me." The flattering official behind him ordered, and two officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to take action.