More than 300 miles of land in the capital, a luxurious carriage runs on the ancient road.

The carriage wrapped in gold, with many mysterious totems outlined on the golden top, layers of light veil, and silver bells of strange shapes hanging from the four corners of the carriage.

As the carriage moved, the bell made a crisp sound, and the sound was different from the usual sound.

It's like an exotic tune, and it sounds like you want to sing and dance.

Inside, a man dressed in silver-purple exotic clothes, wearing a veil, and carrying several silver bracelets on his two wrists, on which fell small bells.

The veil loomed, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Just from his bare milky white skin, you can feel the softness of his body.

He plucked the lute in his hand, and the sound of the lute and the sound of the bell cleverly blended together.

The strangers who opened the way in front of them, likewise with cloth scarves around their faces, lined up in two teams, each with a dab in his hand.

As they walked, they knocked on the dab, and the sound of the bell in the driving room and the lute of the man in the car was neatly matched.

Dozens of meters behind, each of them raised their hands above their heads, holding the golden light yarn in both hands, and the wind lifted the light yarn, making the light yarn in the hands of the entourage flutter backwards and connected together.

It is like a golden wave rolling, and it is like a golden auspicious cloud under the feet of a fairy.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves clattered, and they stopped at the front of the group.

A man in a white exotic costume rolled over and dismounted, kneeling on the ground.

He hung his head and did not dare to look directly at the carriage, his eyes full of respect.

The one in the car was not someone else, it was their unparalleled beauty and wisdom prince in the Western Regions.

When he was born, the sky was full of golden light, and the golden clouds formed a spectacle of a hundred flowers in full bloom.

As soon as he was born, he was predicted to be the incarnation of the gods, the blessing of the Western Regions.

All the people of the Western Regions love him, and he is the faith of their entire Western Regions.

"Venerable True God Prince, not far ahead is the Imperial Capital of the Phoenix Kingdom, and the people have already gone to inform their Emperor Feng, presumably they are ready to receive your true body......"

The woman who spoke was eager to throw herself to the ground, feeling the auspicious aura of the prince that the earth had passed on to her.

The attendants who were striking Dab had stopped moving, and the bells of the carriage were only sung when the wind blew them.

Only the sound of the pipa in the car did not stop.

There were a few mysterious and beautiful chantings from inside, and the spirits of the entourage were shaken, and their eyes were full of respect and gratitude.

This is the noblest instruction of their prince, and those who can hear the prince's chant will be blessed.

They came from the Western Regions and crossed the snow-capped mountains and deserts before they came to this phoenix country.

In order to make friends between the two countries.

Their prince has been praying for their blessings in the Western Regions because of his auspiciousness and blessings, and his lifespan has also been limited.

The Holy Mother-in-law was a priest of their Western Regions, and she expected the prince's turning point in the Fengjing Kingdom, which was also the destination of their prince.

It's a pity that apart from these, the Holy Mother-in-law has never calculated anything else.

The prince left the Western Regions, and the whole country said goodbye with tears.

He has already paid too much for the people of the Western Regions, but they owe a lot to the prince in the Western Regions.

The true god prince in the carriage, his face hidden under the veil, a pair of blue eyes, clear and transparent.

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the small emotions inside.

These eyes are comparable to the most precious gems in the world.

His hands were also soft and slender, not like a real person, and his fingertips plucked on the strings of the lute.

A pool of clear Biyue Lake blinked, like ripples.

The silver bracelets on the wrists collided, the sound was crisp, and the bells made a small crumbling sound.

The carriage began to move on, and the rhythm of Dab's beating came far along with the bells on the carriage and the sound of the lute in the carriage.

Feng Qingyan was dressed in a dark blue princess dress and stood at the gate of the city with the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Ten miles outside the city, white silk cloth was spread on the ground, and white gauze was also shrouded in white gauze on the shelves made of bamboo all around.

The gauze was sprinkled with the fragrance of a hundred kinds of flowers.

It's not about a hundred kinds of flowers, but it's just a floral smell every few distances.

Potpourri is not common, but the fragrance of a hundred kinds of flowers is easy to find.

The silk cloth on the ground was pitch black, and if you were closer, you could still make out the herbs.

Feng Qing's wild thinking is also very simple, they only talked about a hundred flowers in the Western Regions, if it is really according to the normal situation, it is impossible to find a hundred kinds of flowers in a short time.

What's more, the season when a hundred kinds of flowers bloom is different, how can you find a hundred flowers?

Hundred flowers, hundreds of flowers, as long as they are flowers.

Who's to say that some herbs don't bloom?

Who can argue that the flowers that bloom in medicinal herbs are not called flowers?

What's more, these medicinal materials are not easy to break, and after they are washed, they can open a righteous clinic.

These white silks and yarns can be donated to poor families.

Feng Qingyan had this idea at the beginning, and she had already made a big concession.

If the Western Regions insist on finding fault, then the war is over.

She was never afraid of that.

The sound of bells, lutes, and dabbs in the distance was getting closer.

Exotic music is blowing in your face......

They were shocked and opened a road ten miles away to greet them.

The prince of the Western Regions got off and walked five miles away.

The attendants could not set foot on the white silk, so they all went to the outside of the white yarn, beat the dab, and held aloft the golden light yarn.

From a distance, it looks like golden waves, and golden auspicious clouds surround the aisle in the white veil.

He was dressed in a silver-purple exotic robe, his face was hidden, and his body was wrapped in light gauze, like a fairy and a demon, mysterious and charming.

He holds the lute in his hand, and the silver bracelet and the bell collide with it, and he composes a movement with the pipa.

He was barefoot, white and small, and pitiful.

The silver rings on the feet, each step is accompanied by a crisp sound, blending with the music.

He came from a distance, like a fairy walking in the clouds, and like a fairy in the middle of a daze.

A pair of blue eyes looked straight at him, and he took half of his life.

Feng looked at him intently, and even she had to admit that she was a demon lord, and she couldn't remember how many years she had cultivated, so she had to sigh, such a grand scene.

She had never seen such a beautiful person, and she had not yet seen her true face, but through the veil, she had already guessed her appearance.

The appearance of the world, the posture of heaven and man, but that's it.

She just admired the posture of the prince of the Western Regions, and then withdrew her gaze.

The surrounding officials were still immersed in the shock brought to them by the prince of the Western Regions, and they couldn't turn back for a long time.

Feng took a step forward first, still wanton between his eyebrows, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

She made a gesture of please: "Gu Naifeng shocked the princess of the country, and came to greet the prince of the Western Regions in place of the monarch......"

The blue eyes blinked, and the long eyelashes drooped slightly.

He took the clear look in Feng's admiring and admiring eyes into his eyes, and his red lips under the veil were slightly hooked.

He covered his left shoulder with his right hand and nodded slightly at Feng Qingfang.

"Sang Qiyi, the prince of the Western Regions, has come to meet the monarch of Fengjing Kingdom......"

His voice was like a feather, light and fluttering, like the ice and snow of the Tianshan Mountains gradually melting.