Chapter 722: Maintaining Male Morality

"Master State Master! Master State Master! Master State Master."

Sikong Jian lifted the curtain of the carriage, raised his hand, smiled and nodded, and waved to the people.

For a moment, who remembered the Northern Barbarians' delegation? They only screamed: Master State Master!!!

Anyone who could be seen by Sikong Jian wanted to die on the spot.

Qin Yao leaned against the window and watched a man fainted on the spot because of excessive excitement because Sikong Jian looked at him twice more. His forehead twitched fiercely.

It shouldn't be that serious, should it be so exaggerated?

As if he realized that someone had been staring at him, Sikong looked up vigilantly, and unexpectedly met the cold eyes of the woman by the window.

Qin Yao raised his left hand and made a decisive scratch in front of his neck.

The silver ring on his ring finger emitted a dazzling cold light under the reflection of the sun, which made Sikong Jian feel cold in his heart.

He pretended to be calm, smiled and nodded to her, and lowered the gauze curtain on the carriage.

The moment the gauze curtain fell completely, Sikong Jian immediately took a deep breath.

He didn't understand why Liu Ji thought Qin Yao was charming and cute?

She was obviously dangerous!

But if he could get her power, it seemed that he could bear it.

So, when the carriage passed under the teahouse, Sikong Jian still stuck his head out of the car and smiled at Qin Yao at the second-floor window, thinking he was gentle.

Yin Le: "Master, he seems to be provoking you."

Qin Yao nodded seriously, "Well, I saw it." Write it down in the little notebook!

Sikong Jian, who had no idea that the other party thought he was provoking, sat in the carriage and repeatedly recalled his gentle and chic smile just now, giving himself a perfect score.

Finally, the Northern Barbarians' delegation slowly drove into the city.

The fresh costumes and special looks of the Northern Barbarians attracted the attention of the people instantly.

Many people from the Northern Barbarians came on this trip. In addition to the accompanying guards and slaves, they also brought 20 precious horses, 12 carts of special products, and 20 skilled craftsmen.

The prince and the princess walked in front of the team, followed by Shengguo to welcome the literary representatives.

A piece of gorgeous purple, it is hard not to attract people's attention in the delegation.

When the four brothers and sisters of Dalang saw the purple, their hearts could not help but get excited, and they opened their eyes wide to look for the familiar figure.

Finally, Dalang was sharp-eyed and was the first to discover the two purple jade figures guarding the princess's carriage.

One of them was their father, riding on his own horse Lao Huang, with a serious face and a paralyzed face. No matter how the people around him cheered, he was like a soulless puppet and had no reaction.

The other one Dalang had never seen and did not know. He was not as handsome as his father, but he was unparalleled among the ugly literary representatives.

The two left the delegation behind and walked alone with the princess's carriage, guarding on the left and right.

Princess Huhetixiang, who was eagerly awaited by the people of Kyoto, sat in the gorgeous carriage specially prepared by the Ministry of Rites. She was covered by thick gauze curtains everywhere, and only a vague figure could be seen.

But the Northern Barbarian King Chan directly exchanged positions with the guards, moved from the carriage to the horse, and looked at the prosperous capital of Shengguo with a smile.

From time to time, he waved and nodded to the people in the alley to show his friendship.

It can be seen that King Chan and the princess did not understand Shengguo language very well, and from time to time they would ask the Shengguo envoy next to them: "What are they saying over there? Why are they so excited?"

The envoy glanced at King Chan, who had two big braids, and thought to himself that they were all scolding you. How could national hatred and family feuds be so easy to forget?

But he still smiled faintly and made up a story: "Everyone has never seen the prince, but only heard of the prince's name. This is the first time to see him, so it is inevitable that they are a little excited."

In the carriage behind.

Princess Huhetixiang also raised the same question.

She first asked the maidservant who was serving beside her, and the maidservant shook her head directly to indicate that she didn't know.

The princess had learned some of the Sheng country's characters and language, and understood most of it, but the maidservant grew up on the grassland, and there was no one around who spoke Sheng country's language. She was more confused than the princess, and wanted to know what these people of Sheng country were saying.

I think it should be welcoming them or something like that?

But looking at the expressions of those people, they were a little ferocious. Could it be that the people of Sheng country expressed their welcome in this way?

The maidservant looked around in confusion, and finally chose to let their princess eat another snack and keep silent.

But obviously, the princess was not someone who was willing to keep silent.

She looked around, and the literary representative on the left had never shown any expression other than no expression since the two countries met, and he didn't look like a person who was easy to get along with.

The one on the right looked about the same age as her, with a lively temperament, and talked a lot along the way, and said a lot to her.

But, most of it was incomprehensible.

In theory, when a normal person wants to ask a question, he should talk to someone who tends to show enthusiasm to him.

But it was hard for Hu Hetixiang to take her eyes off the representative of the literary students on the left.

The person on the right said that both of them were specially selected by the national teacher and sent to lead her.

Everyone loves beauty. When Hu Hetixiang saw that these two people looked like the "dragon and phoenix among men", she was very happy, and her favorability towards the national teacher of Shengguo soared.

Especially the older one, tall, not fat or thin, like a purple bamboo, just standing there from the back, it feels like he is a god descending from heaven, about to fly away on the wind.

Just a back view is like this, and seeing the front face, it is even more amazing - is there such a handsome man in this world?

Hou Heti Xiang, who was used to seeing rough men, was greatly shocked.

Along the way, because of the presence of this literary scholar, Hu Heti Xiang's heart was pounding. As bold as she was, she was embarrassed to talk to him.

I think his name is Liu Ji.

As for the man on the right, he was chattering, she just felt noisy and had forgotten his name.

Now, she finally found a reason to talk. Hu Heti Xiang mustered up the courage, stretched out her hand to lift a little gauze curtain, and asked in Shengguo dialect, pretending to be curious:

"Hey, Liu Ji, can you tell me what they are talking about?"

The man rode on the horse, without turning his head, just raised his right ring finger and shook it in front of the curtain.

Hu Heti Xiang frowned in confusion, not understanding what this meant.

Lu Xiaofeng on the right explained: "Princess, didn't you see the ring on his hand? It represents loyal love. He already has a family, so it's inconvenient for him to talk to other women."

Finally, he added: "My sister-in-law has a bad temper. If she finds out that my brother is talking to women outside, he will be punished when he goes back. Princess, if you have any questions, just ask me. I'm not married yet, so I don't have to observe male ethics!"

Hu Hetixiang looked at Lu Xiaofeng's expectant face and glared at him fiercely, feeling indescribably disappointed.

She looked at her maid and asked in her native language, not understanding: "Married men in Shengguo can't talk to other women?"

The maid shook her head, saying that she didn't know and had never heard of it.