"Presumptuous! Childe didn't let you reply, and you dare to talk more!" everyone scolded, and almost at the same time, the woman's gaze was like looking at a dead person.

"Please focus on the overall situation. The barbarians don't know the etiquette of the Central Plains, and they hope that the son will not care. Liu Zhen also kowtowed again and again, and hurriedly begged for mercy for the woman.

However, Jiang Li just moved lazily, allowing himself to be paralyzed in a comfortable position in the circle chair, without even raising his eyelids: "My son ordered someone to give you several sets of Central Plains women's clothes, and you are worthy of this?"

Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on the woman's clothes, and suddenly, they all gasped.

White. Snow white without a trace of impurities. In addition to her skin, hair, eyebrows and eyes, the woman's whole body was shrouded in a layer of snow white.

The snow-white silk cloud Luo palace skirt is embroidered with silver thread and is full of flowing cloud patterns, shaking, like the sky and clouds and smoke accompanying each other, the same snow-white lake crepe white satin trimmed large-sleeved shirt, fluttering and swaying, as if the ice and snow are the thread clouds for the needle, the white shoes and white silk, there is no other color.

The woman's black hair is seven feet, the clouds are towering, she combs an ordinary wishful bun, and there is no gold ornament, only the hairpin branches of the white azaleas that bloom in the season, and even the leaves on the branches have been removed, leaving only the snow-like petals.

In addition, the thin application of rouge, a little snow and white clouds in the center of the eyebrows, and no whitewashing.

"Childe is angry!" Liu Zhen was the first to come to his senses, immediately bowed down, and at the same time turned his head and scolded the woman angrily, "You can know that being covered in white is a funeral ornament in my Great Wei." Now Haiqing Heyan, the Lord is Shengming, you are wearing a white mourning, what is your intention!"

The woman is not afraid or angry. Some innocently blinked: "My Erma is still white, this is the color of the gods, the holiness of heaven and earth (Note 1)." Besides, you didn't say in advance that you weren't allowed to be white. You were the ones who were at fault first, so why do you blame me?"

"It's just a barbarian, insulting my Han etiquette, Hugh has to speak wildly!" This time I didn't wait for Liu Zhen, everyone was stunned, and they shouted angrily in unison.

Qianfu pointed out, life and death are unpredictable, and the woman's face still does not change. shrugged casually: "It's you who make the alliance, and it's you who scold." You Central Plains people are really weird. ”

Seeing that the two parties were in trouble, Jiang Li, who had been wiping his sword, suddenly spit out a word-

"Qiang. ”

"What?" the woman and the others subconsciously stopped, stunned.

"I, Dawei, call you Qiang. This son doesn't care if you call yourself Erma or something else (Note 2), but now that you are sympathetic to the hardships of the Central Plains, you should follow the customs of my Great Wei. Jiang Li's tone was cold, but he didn't raise his head, "Call yourself Qiang." ”

Liu Zhen and the others also realized that this was inappropriate, and immediately straightened their waists, raised their chins, and prepared to follow Jiang Li's words, move out of the Central Plains, and force the woman to change her name, but the latter only frowned, and after a moment, she stretched out.

"Qiang is Qiang. I, Erma, no, my Qiang people obey the covenant, and I hope that the Great Wei will be of the same heart with me. The gods are above and cannot be deceived. ”

The Three Platforms and Five Constants prepared by everyone suddenly fell short, and it was a pity that they lost an opportunity to show the origin of the Central Plains. Liu Zhen coughed twice and nodded with satisfaction: "While you are wearing Wei clothes, you also have to follow the tradition of the Qiang people Shangbai, and on the other hand, you have called your own name for more than ten years, and you have changed your words so quickly." You said that our Central Plains people are weird, and it seems that the Qiang people are not left behind. ”

The silent ridicule made everyone snicker. The woman who knelt alone in the hall became thinner and weaker.

However, the woman was still unashamed. just raised his eyebrows lightly: "That's it." I said you were weird, I didn't, and now you're back. We are clear. ”

A simple sentence, a straightforward regression. Once again, the open guns and hidden arrows that everyone had prepared, and the verbal battles, were all dumb in their throats.

Liu Zhen was stunned. He was famous all over the world and was known as Fu Long, and for the first time he felt tricky, the kind of chess he had never seen before, and he suddenly had a tricky hand.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little awkward.

After a long time, Jiang Li took the lead in opening his mouth: "You are so white on my Central Plains realm, and you have not mourned. I'm afraid that if I get out of this door, I will be disgusted and killed, and I will be beaten to death by the street gangsters. ”

No mercy warning. But it made the woman smile a little: "Is Childe worried about me?"

"Worried?" Jiang Li playfully tasted these two words, and also smiled, but it was a sneer, a sneer that made people soak their bones, "If you are dead on the street, it is not a private matter, but a grievance between the Great Wei and the Qiang people." Ben Gongzi is not so stupid. ”

The woman smiled. Because even if he said this, Jiang Li didn't raise his head, his eyes were fixed on the sword, and he didn't glance at her from beginning to end.

The woman pouted, "The blue." A little bit of blue is fine. ”

Jiang Li made a look, and the maid understood, and quickly took a set of hairpins to the palace, and the hairpins were all over the green lake blue, but there was no other color except blue.

"That's fine. That's it. When I go back to the room, I'll change it tomorrow. The woman took the hairpin and was satisfied.

However, Jiang Li's cold words made her fingertips stagnate: "No need." Change it immediately. Change it here. ”

The court is wide and everyone is watching. Let a yellow flower girl, in front of all men, pull her hair back into a bun and wear a hairpin, even if it is not too out of line, it is intolerable lightness.

Suppress. Too deliberate demonstrations.

Everyone suddenly burst into scorn with all kinds of intentions. Jiang Li lowered his head and rubbed his sword, unhurried. There was a maid who immediately brought a copper basin of water and combed the grate, and her face was expressionless.

The woman gently bit her lower lip. But it was only a moment, and he took off the cuckoo in the bun, the green silk spread out like a waterfall, and the little face was slightly raised: "Change it!"

Immediately, under the gaze of dozens of men looking at monkeys, the woman was holding her hair in a bun as if no one was around, her expression did not fluctuate, and she took care of herself and put on the set of dotted emerald hairpin rings, and finally raised her chin, and the sound of the sound was heard throughout the hall.

"Is it pretty?"

Everyone retracted their gaze. For some reason, it was the woman who should be ashamed, but at the moment it was them, and their ears were hot.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was awkward again, and after a pause in wiping the fingertips of the sword, Jiang Li finally stopped. He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the woman in the hall with no sense of joy or anger.

The woman is seventeen or eighteen, with a small face, red lips and white teeth, her eyebrows and eyes are not a country, but she is also a beautiful woman, her skin is snow-white to almost transparent, and she can faintly see small cyan blood vessels and fine fluff in the sun.

The most eye-catching thing is that she has a pair of phoenix eyes, the eye waves are flowing, a touch of natural charm, and the two pupils are rare brown, like a different Western gem from the Central Plains, with a unique exotic style.

However, the appearance is not enough to make the eyes of the world stay, but it is the temperament of the woman that can make all those who see her for the first time look sideways.

Sheer. There are no impurities, pure as snow white. Like her clothes or skin, it was as white as a cloud in the sky, the kind of cloud that had just been conceived from the mist.

set off her eyes, obviously peach blossom eyes, but cleaner than a child. The wind * affection and flawlessness, the two almost opposite breaths, actually blended perfectly in the woman.

Not here. These are the four words that unnaturally burst out of Jiang Li and the rest of his heart when he saw a woman for the first time.

Not here. Not in this world.

Jiang Li squinted slightly, and spit out three words faintly: "Shibi (Note 3)." ”

The woman smiled, revealing two lines of white teeth: "I'm no longer the Qiang Shibi." Childe can call me by my real name now. ”

"Clever. Jiang Li's eyes flashed, with two points of noncommittal indifference, and said lightly, "Ermazidan." ”

exegesis

1. Shang Bai: According to historical research, the birthplace of the ancient Qiang ancestors is the Ganqing River Huang Basin area, so there is a saying that "the dragon comes to the head of the Yellow River". Because most of the residences are above the snow line, they have been with ice and snow for many years, and the living environment is a "white world", so the concept of "white is good and beautiful, and black is ugly" has gradually formed from eating snow and still snow.

2. Erma: Erma is the name of the Qiang people for themselves. The Qiang are a very ancient people, and they call themselves "Erma" or "Rima", which means "native".

3. Shibi: The ancestors of the Qiang people in ancient times to formulate, standardize the rituals and preside over the priests of the leader gradually became the Shibi, all the worship of the gods, the suppression of evil spirits, the treatment of diseases, the sending of the poor, as well as the adult crown ceremony, marriage and funeral are arranged by the Shibi. Shabi comes from the heavens, can preach oracles, reach the people's feelings, and act as a priest, and Shabi can deal with the devil and can descend to him with the law, so he is also a sorcerer. Generally, sacred events such as vows and sacrifices have to be presided over by Shabi. Therefore, Shibi enjoys a high status and prestige in the hearts of the ancient Qiang people.