He clearly knew that Jun Yanan did it on purpose, but he didn't even have the right to resist.
The secret guard was so regretful that his intestines were green!
He doesn't see anything bad, and he actually wants to see his master's jokes. Isn't this just shooting himself in the foot?
"Master Huang, this subordinate is wrong!"
The secret guard's eyes were filled with tears, if this matter spread to the palace.
From now on, how can he still have the face to see others!
"Wrong? No! How wrong! Not only are you right, you have also worked so hard recently and made great achievements in battle. Buying you new clothes is something that should be done. Don't be polite to me.
, it’s settled!”
Jun Yanan stretched out his hand and patted the secret guard's chest, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I want that one!"
After looking around, Jun Yanan picked out a set of navy blue clothes trimmed with gold.
Sure enough, everything looks good on a clothes rack. A set of clothes that looked ordinary, immediately became expensive when worn on Jun Yanan.
"You still look good!"
Jun Yanan looked at his own clothes, then at the secret guard's clothes, pretending to be regretful, and shook his head slightly.
The corner of the secret guard's mouth twitched. In fact, he wanted to say that if the master was willing to change, he would stand on all fours and express his approval. There would be absolutely no objections!
...
The carriage arrived quickly. When Duan Qingyao got off the carriage, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.
The sky makes a dome, bonfires are lit on the endless prairie, and countless yurts are scattered on the grassland like stars.
Men, women and children in costumes sang and danced, and the refreshing evening breeze brought bursts of laughter and laughter, making people feel relaxed all over, and they couldn't help but want to dance to the beat of the music.
“It’s so lively!”
"This is just a warm-up! It's not the time yet! When the moon rises above the branches, that's when the Torch Festival officially begins! At that time, everyone will hold torches and dance around the bonfire!"
Ever since she got married, Changying has not come back to participate in the Torch Festival for several years.
When mentioning the festivals of his own nation, Changying's eyes are full of pride and light!
Huo Buxiu felt even more guilty when he saw Changying's glowing appearance!
Ever since Changying got together with him, he puts himself first in everything and thinks about himself in everything.
"It's quite lively! From now on, we will come back every year to celebrate the Torch Festival, how about it?"
Under this situation, Huo Buxiu felt something.
"really?"
Changying was flattered.
"When did I lie to you?"
Seeing Changying's surprised look, Huo Buxiu felt that his decision was right.
He even regretted that he had not made this decision earlier and missed so many beautiful moments!
"It would be a pity to miss such a lively and interesting festival! Just come and play with me, wouldn't it?"
Changying felt warm in her heart. It’s true that there is a Torch Festival in southern Xinjiang, but there is also a Shangyuan Lantern Festival in Dashun and a Mid-Autumn Festival!
The reason why Huo Buxiu decided to travel all the way here was definitely not just for fun, but more importantly, for himself!
This man is so calm no matter what he does!
"I'm going to look around and I'll find you again when it starts!"
The bonfire was very bright at night, but Duan Qingyao realized that she was the light bulb that was brighter than the torch.
She wisely held up her skirt and walked aside!
"Changying!"
As soon as Gu Changle walked to a gorgeous tent, someone suddenly grabbed her.
"I heard that you were back, and I thought I would definitely see you tonight, and sure enough -"
Duan Qingyao slowly turned around and saw the smile of the tall man behind him with a straight nose and a tall figure slowly dissipating, and suddenly felt particularly interesting.
"I'm not Changying——"
The man swallowed his saliva in embarrassment, and he naturally saw that the girl in front of him was not Changying.
However, she is as beautiful as Changying!
He didn't know when there was such a beautiful girl in southern Xinjiang?
"Are you okay?"
Qingyao stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him, which brought him back to his senses.
"I am the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang, Changfeng. Who is this girl?"
During the Torch Festival in Southern Xinjiang, all tribes on the grassland came to congratulate and join in the fun.
Prince Changfeng thought that Duan Qingyao must be a princess from some tribe who had not yet left the palace.
"Why do you think I am Princess Changying?"
Duan Qingyao did not answer Prince Changfeng's question directly, but asked for advice humbly.
Although he is about the same height as Changying, his appearance is completely different!
Changying has deep eyes, an oval face, a high nose, and is obviously of exotic origin.
"The girl is wearing our unique national costume in southern Xinjiang, and according to convention, only princesses are allowed to wear the moonstone on this skirt!"
Duan Qingyao lowered her head and glanced at the shining moonstone on her body, and then she understood Changying's good intentions.
It turned out that she gave herself her own dress!
"The girl hasn't answered my question yet, which tribe are you from?"
Duan Qingyao rolled her eyes. As far as she knew, there were seven tribes in this grassland, and there were six more tribes in addition to Southern Xinjiang.
They have had friendly relations and marriages with each other for generations. Although they are not a family, they are better than a family.
"I disappoint Prince Changfeng. I'm not from the seven tribes. I'm just Princess Changying's maid. I'm from Dashun!"
Everyone knows that Changying married Dashun.
That being said, it is quite reasonable.
As for your true identity, the fewer people know about it, the better.
Besides, her status as the Empress of Dashun is now more like a heavy burden to her.
"impossible!"
Prince Changfeng directly rejected Duan Qingyao's answer, not because he looked down on the maid's humble status.
However, Duan Qingyao is so generous in every aspect from her appearance to her temperament, even the princess of a country may not be half as good as her!
How can it be compared to a maid who lives in the back house?
What's more, if she was just an insignificant maid, how could Chang Ying be willing to give her such an expensive dress?
"Whether the prince believes it or not, I am really just a maid serving Princess Changying!"
Duan Qingyao took the opportunity to take out his hand.
"Do you know what this moonlight skirt means?"
Duan Qingyao, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped. Could it be that this dress had other meanings?
"Moonstone is extremely rare, so the person who wears it is the most noble girl in southern Xinjiang! No matter who that person is!"