As soon as this Tang Baobao was pressed on the luxurious chair, he found that he couldn't move at all.

Not to mention standing up, she felt it was hard to even turn her head.

Looking at her stiff appearance, everyone looked at her indifferently, without any superfluous expressions, as if they were examining some plaything.

"This sacrificial dress still looks better in the saint's dress!"

Slowly put his clothes back on, and said lightly with a look of disdain.

Tang Baobao listened to it but his expression was dazed, and then he understood the origin of this piece of clothing, it turned out that every time there was a big sacrifice in southern Xinjiang, the saint had to wear the sacrificial clothes of the sacrificial ceremony, this was not the clothes of the saint Harvey? Why put it on her?

"That's not true, it's just a piece of clothing, and everyone wears it the same."

But it was Liu Qingwu who spoke, Liu Qingwu was holding a cup of white jade tea cup with gold silk moire trim in his hand, and he didn't know what was in the tea cup, anyway, he was very intoxicated.

The young men led by the two began to express their opinions one after another, but no one was saying anything heavy, probably knowing that saying heavy things would make people dislike, but who didn't like it, and how they didn't like it, it was a tacit thing for everyone.

Tang Baobao didn't care what they were talking about, but she looked at the white-clothed young man sitting in the main seat seriously, and her carefully crafted eyebrows seemed to be indifferent to anything.

Tang Baobao felt that it was not so simple, after all, if it was really as indifferent as he appeared, how could she come out in such clothes?

The matter of sacrifice is extremely sacred in a place like southern Xinjiang, and it is so sacred that it has become the belief of many people, so the status of the holy daughter Harvey of the main sacrifice person will be so high, so after he took the position of Harvey's holy lord, so many people said that his name was not right.

Even with this dress, it has become meaningful, no longer a simple bloated and difficult to wear clothing, but a symbol of the highest power in southern Xinjiang.

But now it was taken over like this, and it was worn on Tang Baobao's body, this matter was already strange and weird, no wonder Tang Baobao thought so much.

"Huh? I just left for a moment, how did it get so lively? ”

At this time, a voice came from behind Tang Baobao, but Tang Baobao could only sit on the chair without moving, quietly waiting for the speaker to come over.

The speaker was a young girl, who looked a few years younger than Tang Baobao, and everyone stopped at the moment when the other party walked over, looked at the main seat, and then looked at the girl, but no one spoke again.

Then Tang Baobao felt a footstep stop next to her, and then he smelled a burst of flowers, which almost sneezed her.

"Who is this man? How do you wear sacrificial garments? ”

Tang Baobao thinks that he has been in southern Xinjiang for so long and has been able to understand most of the people in southern Xinjiang, but he still didn't understand what this voice was talking about, and only vaguely understood a few words, such as "people" and "wear".

The random girl walked up to Tang Baobao, lowered her head and stared at her seriously, as if something had happened that killed her, and she couldn't understand it.

"Who is this Central Plains man? How can I wear my southern Xinjiang sacrificial robes? ”

As I said before, the people of Southern Xinjiang and the Central Plains look the same, but they are just living habits, together with the history and culture that are different from the Central Plains.

As soon as the girl's words came out, everyone present, except for Liu Qing, who had long known that Tang Baobao was a native of the Central Plains, everyone was in an uproar!

It would have been disrespectful enough to let people other than saints wear sacrificial clothes, but now they actually let the people of the Central Plains, who are not even from southern Xinjiang, wear this sacred sacrificial robe?

Even the people present were afraid of the power of Waiting, but now they couldn't help but look at Waitu one by one, revealing their anger, this is a stain on their beliefs, and they will never allow this kind of thing to happen.

But when he heard that he slowly picked up the tea cup in front of him, his eyelashes were slightly raised, and his eyes like high-grade obsidian looked at the young girl carelessly.

"Harkrie, how do you know she's from the Central Plains?"

Speaking also in southern Xinjiang dialect, Tang Baobao didn't understand it too well, but she heard the girl standing in front of her say in a straight tone, "The smell of the Central Plains people can be smelled ten miles away." ”

Tang Baobao said that he was very confused, just now the maids rubbed her for a while, almost rubbing off a layer of skin, this girl really has no reason, if she dragged herself from the dungeon to here, she would admit what the girl said, but now she wants to scold back directly.

Being scolded inexplicably is not her style.

But without waiting for her to speak, Wait Pu patted the position on his side, and then said with a chuckle, with a gentle chuckle on his face that he had seen for the first time since Tang Baobao had just arrived here.

"It deserves to be the rose of my southern Xinjiang!"

But Tang Baobao couldn't help but get goosebumps when he laughed, and when Pu's expression showed a doting and loving look, the depths of his eyes were a piece of ice, a solid ice that could freeze people to death in an instant.

The girl laughed a few times directly, and sat down beside Waiting Pu, the laughter was pleasant like a nightingale singing tactfully, and I don't know how many men present blushed.

"So why is she here?"

Hackley picked up the fruit that was placed in front of him, then leaned down and leaned towards Waitp's body, and fed the beautifully cut fruit to Waitp's mouth, and said with a smile.

"This banquet is very boring, just have fun."

Waiting for Pu to slowly take the fruit fed by Hackley into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue gently swept over Hackri's tender white fingertips, and slowly ate the piece of fruit.

Hackri's face flushed slightly, glanced at Waiting's expression, nodded and smiled again, and used the finger that fed Waiter to pick up another piece of fruit and put it in his mouth, bewitching and colorful, as if he was deliberately doing it for someone.

Tang Baobao is really like seeing the woman known as the "Rose of Southern Xinjiang" for the first time for the first time, so that he is worthy of this description, this woman is really delicate and seems to be a rose that is blooming hard.