The grassland barbarians also know what it means to be in love with each other?

Zhu Ziyu's eyes squinted at a red-clothed figure who was fiddling with his jade hand, and then pretended to look at Zhu Zijun above the high hall as if nothing happened.

The play is a good show!

But do you want to take this hot potato?

In the end, do you want to send this favor to your little brother and sister!

At the beginning, they took out the precious pills of the master to protect Gu's blood and bones, saving Gu a lot of trouble.

In the time that the prince was thinking, a few people in the hall below were not veterans of officialdom and masters of house fighting, and they all understood what was going on in an instant.

One by one, they laughed silently, waiting to see the excitement.

Xiang Li's hand clasped the big red silk in his hand, and he raised his neck to look at the prince sitting high in the happy hall.

As soon as he saw this posture, Yang Shangshu on the side swept over the waiter of the Ministry of Rites with a sharp eye.

After receiving the information, He Yuan, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, cried with a sad face, why did so many people choose this official as cannon fodder?

That's it, for the ministers, for the sake of the country, it is understandable to sacrifice oneself. I just hope that I won't cause trouble to my family, and it doesn't hurt if my official lives a few years less.

The few breaths of waiting seemed to have passed for several years.

Just when everyone's hearts were becoming more and more anxious, how to share the worries of the prince, but they didn't dare to send him to death, He Yuan stepped forward and gave a big gift to Zhu Zijun and Jin Buhua, who were sitting high, respectively.

"The lower official is in charge of the etiquette of the Ministry of Rites, and the weddings of the royal family and nobles in the Great Xia are basically handled by the Ministry of Rites.

Finally someone took the pot!

Everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help but glance at the two husbands and wives of the Ministry of Rites sympathetically.

Zhu Zijun breathed a sigh of relief, Yu Mi smiled, and Jin Buhua was also greatly relieved, and finally did not do what Mi'er explained, and the officials of Great Xia were very good.

Huo Du hurriedly gave He Yuan a salute back, "This Lord of the Ministry of Rites, in the days when my envoy came to Great Xia, I heard that your country has three wives and four concubines. This is also in our Jin country, but our Jin people are set up as the east tent and the west tent, and the court is divided into the east court and the west court, with the east as the honor. The court, like the people, is required to drink the wine of worship. I don't know what kind of wedding customs and culture are there on the wedding day of your country. ”

The officials and wives on the side began to discuss.

"It seems that not only is our Great Xia a country of etiquette, but so is this Jin country."

"Yes, the dignity and humility of the descendants, the order of the elders and the young, are indeed the foundation for the prosperity of the family and the country."

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Xiang Li glanced back at the loudest directions one by one, and everyone immediately fell silent wherever his eyes passed.

Seeing this posture, Zhu Zijun secretly rejoiced: It's so dangerous, this plague god finally entered the emperor's house.

Zhu Zijun glanced at Zhu Ziyu sympathetically. Brother, I'm sorry, they all say that dead friends don't die poor.

Fortunately, there is still a 'demon stone' in the emperor's house. The so-called magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high, and this southern Xinjiang saintess should not be able to turn over too many waves.

It will be inevitable to lose some shrimp soldiers and crabs, and no matter which mansion the saint of southern Xinjiang goes to, she will have such a result.

He Yuan said in the eyes of expectation: "Huo Duzhi, the third wife of my Great Xia, refers to one wife and two equal wives. In the people, if a husband wants to marry a flat wife, he needs the consent of the main wife, otherwise after the big marriage, the bride who marries in can only be a concubine. ”

"Oh-" Jin Buhua's eyes widened, and he said so! It seems that Daxia respects his wife, at least Dajin doesn't have this rule.

Zhu Zijun looked at the surprised Jin Buhua and nodded.

A ghostly light flashed in Zhu Ziyu's eyes, and as Xiang Li's gaze looked at the restrained elegance, but still gorgeous and boundless, snatching the royal rice from the bride's limelight, and then swept towards Bai Lu behind Concubine Wu.

Bai Luzheng tilted his head with a smile and listened with relish, looking at Huo Du for a while, and He Yuan for a while, as if he dared to be interested.

Zhu Ziyu couldn't laugh or cry.

His Royal Highness the King of the Night, upright and newlywed, is embarrassed to be exposed to the public at this moment, it is nothing more than someone who wants to stand up for her and give the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang a dismount.

The officials in this hall were so busy that they sang and responded cautiously, and the parties only listened to the story to broaden their knowledge!

Hehehe——

Seeing that the prince was obviously biased towards the side of the crown princess of the Jin Kingdom, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites simply stopped being timid and went straight to the goal.

It is estimated that all the people in the hall, except for the people in southern Xinjiang, are all happy.

"Back to the Golden Prince, not only the people. The same goes for the royal family. Therefore, after the big wedding, the bride needs to kneel and offer tea to the high hall, the main wife and the flat wife who entered the first place to show respect. Of course, the high hall and the first wife and the wife need to give the bride a gift to show acceptance. ”

Xiang Li stared coldly at He Yuan, who was telling in an orderly manner.

He Yuan himself is not afraid of death and turns a blind eye, and the so-called thinking of the king's worries and worries about the king are vividly expressed at this moment.

But Mrs. He on the side was shaking non-stop, always feeling that her neck was cold, and she lowered her head and pretended to be an ostrich, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

Hearing this, Yu Mi smiled brightly and glanced at He Yuan with appreciation.

Old-fashioned also has the advantage of being old-being loyal and patriotic, not afraid of death!

What a valuable quality!

Yu Miyi was happy and decided to have someone send a few life-saving pills to this He Shilang in the evening as a reward.

Bai Lu tugged at Wang Miaotong's sleeve, "Sister Wang, did you hear it, you want to give a meeting gift!" ”

Wang Miaotong nodded happily, as long as she could let this Concubine Lan kneel down and serve tea in front of everyone, she would die without regrets.

What's more, today's bureau was obviously designed by Concubine Hang's senior sister, and the murder knife of this southern Xinjiang saint should also be raised to Concubine Hang first.

With the favor and protection of the prince, Concubine Hang should be able to compete with this southern Xinjiang saint with a strong background.

As for the meeting gift, you have to send it early and late.

The key is to send it so that both the mother and the prince are happy, and the saint of southern Xinjiang is also satisfied. Wang Miaotong was so excited that her hands trembled, and she made a color towards the cuihuan behind her.

Bai Lu felt the strangeness in her hand, and looked down, it seemed that Sister Wang was also shocked.

What did you give as a gift?

That's right, Lanxi!

Bai Lu searched around the crowd for Lan Xi's shadow.

Just when Bai Lu turned around to look for Lan Xi's trace, Concubine Wu had already been invited to sit on the newly furnished Taishi chair below the crown prince.

Outside the happy hall, when Lan Xi heard the information coming from inside, Concubine Wu had already drunk her daughter-in-law's tea and rewarded her with a pair of superb jade bracelets.

It's bad, where is the time to go back to Chaolu Courtyard to get the greeting gift, remember that Lan Xi turned in a circle in place.

Bai Lu, who was also anxious, looked for Lan Xi in vain, and couldn't help but look at his own senior sister in the upper seat for help.

Yumi, who had a good heart, gave Bai Lu a slightly calming look.

The gloomy clouds on Bai Lu's face immediately dispersed.

Senior sister never does things that she is not sure of, since she tells me to be calm and not impatient, there must be good things on my sister that can be used as a meeting gift.

Also, who is the senior sister!

The crown princess of Jinguo, how can there be a few high-grade jewelry on her body.

Bai Lu touched the top of Guangguang's head, neck, and hands, which he had picked up before going to bed just now.

In the future, you still have to bring some jewelry out, in case you encounter this kind of emergency again, it is not good, no.

Wang Miaotong pulled Bai Lu, who was not in a state, to sit down in the original position of Concubine Wu, and at the same time, a princess of the county behind also made room for Bai Lu.

Zhu Ziyu held the red silk and calmly led the southern Xinjiang saintess towards his two concubines.

Xiangli followed suit and behaved very generously and decently.

Except for He Yuan and his wife, everyone seemed to have forgotten the murderous and cold atmosphere just now.

Xiangli calmly knelt down in front of Wang Miaotong, and the maid on the side stepped forward with tea.

A glint flashed in Zhu Ziyu's eyes, and she really deserved to be the saint of southern Xinjiang, advancing and retreating appropriately, and she was not shocked.

"Xiangli has seen Sister Wang, sister, please drink tea!"