Chapter 391: Wood Language

Next, the two exchanged some information with each other, of course, the most important thing was that Bai Jia's family popularized information to Xin Yao, and it didn't take long for Kangxi to come with his concubines, followed by the leaders of various tribes.

In an instant, the scene became lively, and the sons of the tribal leaders began to ask Kangxi's sons to drink, and even some directly found reasons to pour wine, which really made Xin Yao stunned.

"Sister, don't be surprised, just get used to it", Bai Jiashi whispered, she has been following their master for a long time, and she has been here twice, and she has seen this meeting, so she is not surprised.

"These people just drink"? No wonder she made a fuss, these people are too "bold", Xin Yao doesn't know what words to use to describe it, and even she saw those leaders toasting Kangxi vigorously, she could see the corners of Kangxi's mouth twitch uncontrollably a few times.

It's funny to think about it, people who are so light and breezy on weekdays will be helpless for this group of "bold" people.

"People here are like this, if they don't give face, I'm afraid they will make them think that we are afraid of them", Bai Jiashi pouted. Starting

Well, it's that she has seen too little and doesn't understand their "customs".

Suddenly, a woman appeared in the center and said: "Slave Qiqihar, Mu Yu to the emperor to say goodbye, the emperor Wanfu Jin'an."

Xin Yao looked at this woman and thought that this was probably the woman comparable to Yehenara's clan, this color was really beautiful like a flower, and she was extremely weak when she was dressed in a scale, which made people feel very good when she looked at it.

"This is the one, if you want me to say that this is less than one ten-thousandth of yours, and somehow it is rumored that she is even more beautiful than the Yehnara clan," Bai Jia said sarcastically.

"Sister's words are really annoying for my sister", if you want to talk about beauty, she can't compare to her, she can only say that the advantages of the two are different. (Initial launch, domain name (remember _ three.)

Bai Jiashi didn't explain, but looking at her disappreciative look, he understood what she was thinking, and Xin Yao didn't explain anything.

"Get up, I don't know what the wood language is"? Kangxi has also heard of this woman these days, but he has never taken it seriously, after all, when it comes to women with good colors, is there still less in his harem? Even if this woman is indeed a first-class color, it did not make Kangxi, who has always been self-contained, have any psychology and start

"The slave has heard how wise and powerful the emperor is, and today he is really extraordinary", and then a series of praises.

Kangxi smiled happily when he heard this, but in his heart he was thinking about what ideas in this tribe could not be achieved?

"The slave thinks that the emperor is so extraordinary, presumably your son must inherit your intelligence, and the slave dares to let the emperor marry your son", said Mu Yu and knelt down.

She understands that she will not be able to protect herself with her life experience, but she also doesn't want her tribe to be attacked because of herself, not to mention that the prince has become more and more pestering in the past few days, she really doesn't want to serve such a person, so she can only gamble!

Xin Yao looked at it and felt that this woman had a good temperament, at first I didn't see anyone and thought it was the kind of person who climbed the dragon and attached the phoenix, but now it seems that either someone there is deliberately spreading rumors or their leader has something in mind.

"Oh, I don't know which prince Mu Yugege has taken a fancy to"? Kangxi asked with a smile, but the eyes on the sons present were not gentle.

"How dare the slave take a fancy to that dragon son, the slave just thinks that the emperor is the true dragon son, presumably your son is also extraordinary, and the slave is very grateful to be able to serve your dragon son", Mu Yu put his posture very low, and did not dare to have any thoughts to make the emperor feel that she was picking his son.

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