Qi Yu clenched the saber on his body with his right hand, even though he had always been elegant and gentle like jade, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and burst out of his mouth with two words: "Damn!" ”

Qingmang obviously heard it, turned his face slightly, and hooked the corners of his lips.

Qi Yu was stunned, but in just a moment, her heart was filled with something, she was telling him that she was fine.

The personal maid entered the palace tent with Qingmang, and Toya had already ordered the wedding costumes to be placed on the table one by one.

Qingmang glanced at the golden tiara sparkling with red coral, agate, and turquoise, the elaborate robes, the gold ribbon inlaid with a pool of sapphires like blue water, the necklace made of agate pearls, and the light leather boots softly tattooed with auspicious clouds.

It's just that everything is inconspicuously engraved with Toya's name in Mongolian script.

These were all worn by Toya at the wedding that year.

In Da Song, how can a newcomer wear old clothes to get married, let alone the same husband, Toya should understand this truth, at this time, she just wants to rely on her big grin to cover up, but in fact, she is telling everyone that she will always press "Ruyue"!

"Princess, please change your clothes as soon as possible, the auspicious time will be here soon."

Qingmang sneered in her heart, sat down and let the maid change her clothes and makeup.

Toya's robe was fattened on Qingmang's body, and his leather boots were also two fingers bigger, making it uncomfortable to walk.

As Qingmang looked at the front of the bronze mirror, Toya walked in.

"Beautiful! I didn't expect this dress to look so good on my sister! ”

Qingmang smiled, "There is Sister Lao." ”

Then, he walked out with a light and breezy face.

Toya looked at her back, feeling angry, as if no matter what trick she made, it would be like a punch to cotton on this woman.

What's so proud, it's just that, the awesome is still to come! Toya thought hatefully.

The sun was almost setting in the west, and Dai Qin, dressed in a gorgeous costume, came to Toya's palace tent.

The curtain was slowly raised, and Qingmang slowly walked out of the tent.

Dai Qin, facing her, dressed in a silver robe, graceful tiara, bathed in the sunset, he does not look as rough as a man who has been exposed to the wind and sun on the grassland all the year round, although his skin is darker than that of the Central Plains man, but his eyebrows are handsome, and his black pupils have always revealed the light of wisdom, and the two whiskers under his nose are even more set off the domineering spirit of this lord of the grassland.

Qingmang stared at him for a few seconds, and his heart suddenly dropped a few inches: obviously he was not as cold as Feng Ling, but looking at his eyes, somehow, Feng Ling's shadow suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Let's go." A pair of large hands reached out.

Qingmang smiled and placed his slightly cold little hand in Dai Qin's warm big hand.

Dai Qin took her hand and walked forward, firmly.

The grassland is vast, and the palace tent is not close to each other, and Dai Qin led Qingmang to the horse.

When Qingmang was hesitating, Dai Qin hugged her waist and lifted her up with a little force, and Qingmang gently stepped on the horse's pedal with his strength, and flew on the horse like a butterfly.

Dai Qin looked down at his hand and shook it weakly, but the willow-like waist of "Ruyue" was not even able to hold it.

Qingmang looked down, and Dai Qin also turned over lightly on his horse.

Dai Qin couldn't help but put his hand on her soft and slender waist, and Qingmang couldn't help but stiffen.

"Drive!" Dai Qin let out a low shout, and the horse began to gallop forward.