Jiang Ju's border ethnic group that he is close to this time is a branch of the Qian nationality. After more than ten days and nights, the team finally arrived at the camp of the leader of the Qiang tribe.

The leader of the Karma tribe was named Krrum, a young man who had just reached the age of a weak crown, and he had a strong eyebrow, a strong nose, and a strong laugh, and he was full of heroism.

Hearing the news from his subordinates that the peace party had arrived, Krrum put down the scroll in his hand and walked out of the camp quickly.

According to the etiquette of the Karma people, a woman does not need to cover her face when she gets married. At this moment, Jiang Ju was standing at the entrance of the camp, bowing his head slightly, his eyes falling to the ground. After hearing the big movement around him, he was even more embarrassed, and a shallow flush appeared on his cheeks.

"This is Princess Heqin?" Kerrum looked at it from a distance, and the image of the woman in front of him could no longer linger and be deeply engraved into his mind.

The women of the Qiang nationality have always been unrestrained and rough, but the women of the Central Plains are really different, with soft facial features and a waist that can be held in the waist......

The person next to him responded, and couldn't help but praise: "The princess is so beautiful, bless the chief!" ”

Looking at the shy woman with her head hanging down, Krrum couldn't help but smile and strode towards her.

"What's the princess's name?"

When Jiang Ju reacted, the man had already come to him, although the official language he spoke was not standard, his voice was very good, like the melodious and clear strings of the erhu.

"I ...... It's called Ju. ”

"Ju'er? Will soar, Pei Yu Qiongju. It's so nice. ”

Jiang Ju's face flushed even more.

"Why don't you look up at me?" Kerrum frowned in confusion. I have to say that this princess is too shy, so she can't let go, and she is only afraid of her married life......

When the words fell, Jiang Ju slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. At this moment, Kerrum also saw the woman's face clearly.

Krumu was dumbfounded.

It is really like the moon on the border, and the frost and snow on the wrists. At this moment, he only had this poem circling in his heart, and there were no other thoughts in his mind.

Jiang Ju stared at him for a while, blinked, and suddenly said softly: "The leader's facial features are firm, his momentum is as sharp as an eagle, and he is full of vitality like the rising sun." ”

Kerrum was stunned for a moment, and laughed for a while, "Ju'er is so cute." ”

Without waiting for Jiang Ju to say anything more, Kerrum suddenly leaned over and picked Jiang Ju up.

The feeling of sudden weightlessness made Jiang Ju cry out in a lost voice, she covered her lips, and was carried by Kellumu towards the camp tent amid the coaxing of a group of "melon-eating people".

Along the way, there was the shouting of the soldiers, and there was no lack of pride and joy on Kerrum's face, and when he walked to the door of the camp, Kerrum lowered his voice and leaned into Jiang Ju's ear and said, "Ju'er is so light. ”

Seeing that the woman in his arms twisted her body uncomfortably, he laughed and said: "Ju'er don't be nervous, tonight belongs to us, although I am usually rude, but I will definitely try to be as gentle as possible tonight." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Ju didn't say anything anymore, just buried his head deep in Kelrum's chest.

The red candle tent is warm, and the spring night is warm.