But seeing Changying staring at him intently, he could only shake his head against his will.
Who would have thought that Huo Buxiu, who could cut off his head and bleed, would one day be afraid of his wife and say something against her will.
"Are you sure it really doesn't look good?"
Duan Qingyao had no intention of letting Huo Buxiu go so easily!
When did the person who I thought was the most upright, true, and down-to-earth person start to tell lies at his fingertips without blinking an eye!
"Of course Changying still looks good on her!"
Huo Buxiu looked at Duan Qingyao with pleading eyes. The couple had finally reconciled, but their relationship was not yet solid and it was time to walk on thin ice.
Can Qingyao do something good and stop making fun of him?
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, no matter what I ask you, it's always beautiful! Forget it, forget it, I won't ask for trouble!"
It was rare for Huo Buxiu to beg her, so Duan Qingyao waved her hand and let him go.
"My mother is not angry, my father has bad eyesight, my mother is good-looking, my grandma is also good-looking, and I am good-looking too!"
Zhaoyang, who was like a spirit, stood up quickly and made everyone smile with one sentence.
"Zhaoyang can still talk!"
Duan Qingyao pinched Zhaoyang's little face lovingly, it would be great to have a daughter, like a little cotton-padded jacket, well-behaved and considerate.
At this moment, Zhaoyang, who was listening to the admonitions of the civil and military officials in the Jinluan Palace, couldn't help but sneeze, thinking in his mind, and he didn't know who was talking about him.
Presumably, mother and son are connected, and mother must miss him as much as he misses his mother every day, right?
If only he knew that Qingyao was just thinking that it would be great if Zixuan was a girl.
Will he still miss his mother so much?
"It's getting late, let's set off!"
Changying greeted with a smile.
Seeing Changying's smile, Huo Buxiu realized that these three women had been making fun of him from beginning to end!
so close!
Huo Buxiu sweated silently, feeling as if he had just gone through a circle from King Yama and finally escaped death.
"Is the place far from here?" Duan Qingyao asked, tugging on her skirt.
Perhaps it was because the cut of the skirt was too tight, and she always felt something was wrong about her body.
"It's not far. Get on the carriage and go out of the city gate. You'll be there in less than half an hour! You'll know in a moment!"
Zhaoyang blinked slyly, deliberately giving it a try.
Their Torch Festival is a grand festival in southern Xinjiang. It will definitely make Qingyao and Huo Buxiu feel fresh and remember it deeply. Just thinking about it makes her feel excited!
As soon as the royal carriage came out, Jun Yanan's eyes lit up as he waited patiently outside.
He had a hunch that Qingyao was sitting on this carriage!
"Let's go! Let's go!"
Jun Yanan put down the teacup in his hand and followed closely on horseback.
"Your Majesty, should we also change our clothes?"
When we were in the tea house, we didn't feel anything. After all, the master and servant were in a private room facing the window. No one could see them, and they couldn't see anyone else, so it didn't matter what they were wearing.
But now when I walked onto the street, I realized that everyone, young and old, was dressed up and wearing the gorgeous clothes unique to southern Xinjiang.
And these two aliens seemed particularly eye-catching and out of place!
Jun Yanan lowered his head and took a look, feeling the eyes of the people around him, and responded in a muffled voice: "You didn't tell me earlier!"
The secret guard touched his nose coquettishly. He seemed to have reminded everyone that everyone should dress up for the Torch Festival.
It’s just that the emperor at that time ignored him!
"Master, do you want to buy some clothes? You have a noble temperament, and these clothes are most suitable for you!"
As soon as the shopkeeper saw the two young men entering the shop, his eyes immediately lit up.
Just by looking at the nobility exuding from both of them, one can tell that they must have extraordinary backgrounds.
That's right, the imperial city is still short of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, right?
Now is the annual Torch Festival in southern Xinjiang, and friends from all over the world have gathered in the Imperial City early, waiting to join in the fun today!
Jun Yanan frowned and glanced at the pink robe pointed by the store, with a look of disgust on his face.
Only girls would wear such bright red colors, right?
As a manly man, how could he wear that color?
"Sir, only your stunning beauty can hold up to this body. I have been running a shop for decades, so you have to believe in my professionalism. Go and try it. If it doesn't look good, I won't take a penny and give it to you for free.
Got it!"
The store owner was a confident and cheerful person. As he spoke, he took off the pink clothes and stuffed them into Jun Yan'an's hands without any explanation.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the store owner is so enthusiastic, how about you give it a try?"
The secret guard was already happy in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on his face.
Being able to see the emperor wearing pink clothes was such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could he not seize it?
"No need to try it! This color doesn't suit me, but it suits him quite well! Go ahead and change it!"
Jun Yanan's eyes were as bright as a torch, how could he not see that the secret guard was full of evil.
He actually wants to trick his own master. If this isn't asking for death, what is it?
The secret guard was immediately dumbfounded. He was obviously a melon-eater, so how could he turn into that big melon in the end?
"Sir, the store owner said that only your temperament and appearance can match this dress! I am thick-skinned and thick-skinned, and I am afraid that this dress will burst!"
There was begging in the secret guard's tone.
But Jun Yanan didn’t take it seriously at all!
If she dares to see him lively, he will make her look good!
"We all come from the same place. Since my temperament is suitable, your temperament is also suitable! Right? Store owner!"
The shopkeeper's body trembled when his name was called. It was clear at a glance who was the master and who was the servant!
For the store, as long as the clothes are sold, it is a success. As for who buys and wears them, it doesn't mean much to him!
"Young Master is right!"
After receiving the store's approval, the secret guard wanted to die!
"Hurry up and put it on!"
Jun Yanan said that it was an imperial edict. Even if the secret guards had a hundred or a thousand unwillingnesses in their hearts, they would not dare to resist the edict!
He could only cry and unbutton his clothes one by one.
The store enthusiastically put pink clothes on for him.
"The clothes are still a little too small!"
Seeing that the clothes could not be buttoned up, the secret guard felt happy. He said it was inappropriate, right?
How can I, who is tall and thick, be worthy of such a pink and tender color!
"It looks pretty good to me. If you can't tie it, then don't tie it! Just wear this one. I guarantee you'll be the most handsome guy in the room!"
The secret guard looked at Jun Yanan suspiciously, is the emperor serious?
"I'm afraid of losing the master's face, so why don't you change your clothes?"