Xu Xia rolled her eyes and noticed the grass ditch not far ahead. She just exclaimed anxiously, "Be careful ahead..."
Leng Zirui smiled and reined the horse suddenly. The maroon horse jumped into the air and successfully crossed the one meter wide grass ditch and landed on the opposite side. He pulled the reins and led the horse, "How about it, but I am convinced that I lost."
Already?"
"Tch!" Xu Xia breathed a sigh of relief, walked diagonally around the grassy slope, and rushed towards the camp not far away, "We haven't reached our destination yet!"
Leng Zirui watched her running forward and chased after her, but it was just a pretense and he did not really surpass her.
"You lose!"
Xu Xia, who arrived first, looked proud.
"I'm not like you who can't afford to lose. If I lose, I'll lose!" Leng Zirui jumped off the horse with Luo Jun in his arms and handed the horse to the staff in the camp. "From today to before returning to Beijing, what do you want me to do?
I’ll just do it, okay?”
Xu Xia also jumped off the horse, "That's pretty much it!"
"Mr. Leng." Asang, who was staying at the camp, came forward with a smile.
Leng Zirui smiled back at him, "My brother and the others will be here soon, get ready to start!"
Ah Sang nodded and immediately took the walkie-talkie, "I am Ah Sang. Mr. and Mrs. will be here soon, ready to start. I repeat, Mr. and Mrs. will be here soon, ready to start."
"Music received!"
"Ceremony received!"
…
On the intercom, several people's voices came one after another, saying that everything was ready.
At this time, the sound of horse hoofbeats was approaching, and Ah Jiu and others had escorted Leng Zimo's carriage up the grassy slope.
Luo Xiaoqian sat on the carriage and looked at the camp under the pasture.
The white yurts are decorated on the grass like cotton candy. Although it is early in the morning and there are no spring flowers, the yellow and red colors of the distant woods have become the best decoration of the grassland.
On the grass in the middle of Yingdi, a bonfire had already been lit. There were long tables and white carpets around it. On the table were fresh fruits and special delicacies of the time. Colorful prayer flags were erected around them and fluttered in the wind.
The carriage stopped in front of the carpet, and everyone had already come forward. Leng Zimo helped Luo Xiaoqian out of the carriage. Local people had already come forward to offer Hada blessings to the two of them, and a young Mongolian girl also came forward.
He walked forward and put a prepared garland on her head.
Of course, in order to prevent her from being allergic to pollen, the flowers on it are all made of silk and are not real flowers.
The women came forward, supported Luo Xiaoqian, and led her to the tent. Immediately, several girls gathered around and quickly braided her beautiful colorful braids and bright ethnic decorations.
Then the girls gathered her out with smiles, and Leng Zimo was already standing outside the door waiting for her.
Under the sun, he wore the white robe that accompanied her, and his smile was brighter than the sunshine in the sky.
"My bride, are you ready?"
Although Luo Xiaoqian was a little shy, she extended her palm to him without hesitation.
Leng Zimo raised his hand to hold her palm. The young people were already cheering and cheering at the side. Together, they walked to the table in the center of the campfire. An older local man was surrounded by the young people.
The next person stepped forward, said a long list of blessings in the local language, and once again sent a blessing khata to the two of them. The guests were already gathered around the bonfire.
Leng Zimo turned around and looked at Luo Xiaoqian beside him, and everyone fell silent.
