"Mom, this grass is so comfortable." The little guy lay on the grass and swayed his little legs. "Mom, come and see, the spider has weaved a web here."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian sat next to him and looked at the spider web between two tall grasses.
Behind the grassy hill, there was a sound approaching.
Through the cobwebs, she clearly saw a group of figures running towards the grassy hills in the distance. Those people were riding horses with colorful cloth belts hanging on their bodies. The riders were all wearing colorful robes, or red,
Or blue... exceptionally dazzling in the midday sun.
Among them, there were several people carrying large ink-colored flags with the word "Leng" embroidered on them with golden silk thread. There were more than a hundred people in this group, flying all the way, with flying smoke, full of momentum.
The little guy had already gotten up from the ground excitedly, "Mom, it's dad, it's dad..."
Luo Xiaoqian narrowed her eyes slightly, and sure enough, she saw Leng Zimo.
He was riding at the front of the team, with a tall white horse underneath him. At some point, the guy had changed out of his suit and put on a white Mongolian robe with rusty gold edges, and his shoes were also turned into Mongolian style.
Boots, ride in front of everyone, as if the king is coming in person.
"Uncle Zirui, godmother...Uncle Qin...and Wanwan are also here..."
The little guy murmured excitedly at the side, but Luo Xiaoqian didn't see anyone else in her eyes, she just looked at Leng Zimo intently.
Leng Zimo flew down the grassy slope, and everyone ran down with him, but deliberately kept a little distance from him. When Luo Xiaoqian was still a few meters away, everyone reined in their horses.
The horseman stood up, raised his head and hissed.
"Dad is so handsome!"
Luo Jun raised his face and looked at Leng Zimo not far away, his eyes full of envy.
At this time, the horse had already dropped its front hooves, and Leng Zimo jumped off the horse and walked to Luo Xiaoqian.
"Like it?"
Luo Xiaoqian was speechless and just nodded.
When she saw him appearing, she had already understood that his phone call last night and all these arrangements were all for her. Thinking of the sketches on the table, she was moved and distressed.
These things couldn't be prepared overnight. He didn't know how many nights he had spent without sleeping in secret preparations.
"Don't cry!" Leng Zimo raised his hand to hold her face, took out the robe prepared for her hanging on the side of the saddle, and put it on her body, "Today, you are the bride.
You can’t cry!”
Bride?!
It turns out that he is going to hold a wedding here!
Her nasal congestion became more and more severe, "Zimo..."
"I know, I know..." Leng Zimo kissed her forehead with a comforting smile, held her hand and turned around, "Come on, see what I have specially prepared for you?"
Ah Jiu and others had already come over, put the little Mongolian robe prepared for Luo Jun on him, and picked up the little guy from the grass.
Leng Zirui waved his hand gently, and the people who had gathered on the grass immediately cheered and led the horses to both sides, creating a road several meters wide, and then the four-horse carriage following the team appeared.
Four white horses are pulling a gorgeous white carriage behind them. The wind blows up the gauze vines on the carriage. Under the blue sky on the grass, it is as beautiful as a dream.
She was pregnant and could not ride a horse, so this carriage was specially prepared for her.
