Meng'er left, and the big tent fell into silence for a moment. The two stood apart from each other, staring at each other without saying a word.
Yu'er thought that according to his meaning, since everyone had left, it was time for him to speak.
As a result, the man just stood there stupidly, not saying a word, which was very embarrassing.
With a helpless smile, the beautiful woman, who was as white as snow, pointed to the round table not far away and turned to look at the man who would most likely become her husband.
"King Riju should sit down and chat about family matters. It's not comfortable to stand there straight."
The delicate beauty possesses an elegance and tranquility that does not belong to the grassland. She is like the moon in the sky and the frost on the ground, cold and noble, a color that does not belong to a daughter of the grassland.
The lightly raised fingertips were pink, the color of flowers, so delicate that the man was almost mesmerized.
The others walked over with graceful manners and slow, leisurely steps.
Only then did he react and followed closely with a dazed look on his face.
The two of them sat down, and Yu'er, who was well versed in hospitality, picked up the teapot on the table and was about to pour tea for them.
What a shame Hu Yanlie saw. He came to confess his love, or to put it bluntly, to show his affection.
He told his sweetheart that he would be a good husband in the future. How could a mature and good husband let his wife serve him tea and water personally?
He had no time to indulge in the stunning beauty of his future wife.
The man who reacted strongly suddenly stood up, hurriedly reached out to grab the teapot from Yu'er's hand, and personally served tea and water.
In a man's mind, his future wife is a noble lady.
It was already a hardship for the peerless jewel that was pampered in the deep palace of the dynasty to end up on the northern prairie.
How can a beautiful lady from a wealthy family do the job of serving others? He should take over that job.
After all, he is Yu'er's legitimate fiancé, and they are going to get married in three days. It is as it should be.
As the man thought this, his hands moved more quickly.
The savage man on the grassland moved too much, and his rough and broad bronze palm covered the delicate hands of the princess, which were as soft as frost and snow.
It feels warm and smooth to the touch, with a supreme touch. One cannot help but hold the warmth subconsciously.
He rubbed his fingertips in circles, his eyes looking over and tightly locking onto the small hands that were surrounded by his big hands.
There was a misty white glow beneath the bronze color. The corners of his mouth were dry, and Hu Yanlie, the King of Riju, pursed his lips unconsciously. He stared blankly like an idiot, not looking very smart.
Yu'er struggled but couldn't get free, and her face, which was as white as snow, instantly turned crimson.
I was angry and ashamed, and felt that the barbarians were just as unrestrained and meaningless as Dagan said.
She was very sharp-tongued and sarcastic.
"Prince Riju has overstepped the bounds. I am the Dagan Princess and will not tolerate your insolence."
As he was about to finish his words, a cold voice drilled into his ears, making Huyan Lie blush. He quickly withdrew his hand with a look of self-blame on his face.
He stood there with his head down, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare to look anyone in the eye. He didn't look like the unruly and frivolous boy he had just been.
"I...I just...I just wanted to pour water for the princess. I had no other thoughts."
After being cold for nearly 20 years, he suddenly fell in love. Facing the frost-white, rosy-cheeked, pink-lipped princess, he looked at his darling princess with an angry look on her face.
The unspeakable thoughts in the man's heart kept coming out.
Deeper within the panic-filled eyes, there is more determination to win, unparalleled strength, and lingering love.
Yu'er herself didn't hate Huyan Lie. This man was the most familiar stranger to her in a foreign country.
He escorted her all the way here, and his attitude towards her was different from that of other Beihu guards, who avoided her as much as possible.
Yu'er had no idea that those Northern Hu warriors had no way of speaking out about their suffering.
He is worried that his rough appearance may offend beautiful women, so when facing beautiful women, he always looks like a timid and humble secret admirer who wants to look but dares not.
Yu'er didn't know and felt that she was not likable.
Hu Yanlie's attitude is the best in comparison.
Compared to marrying the Great Chanyu, or marrying a prince who has never met the Great Chanyu.
She had to admit that Hu Yanlie, with whom she had always gotten along harmoniously, was the best choice at the moment.
He was about the same age as her, and Meng'er was right to worry. Huyan Lie's room was simple.
Unlike the Great Chanyu, the three Yanshi were all daughters of great nobles in the Northern Hu. They came from far away and had no relatives or friends. To put it bluntly, they were rootless duckweed.
She really didn't want to get involved in the harem struggles of the Great Chanyu, so marrying Huyan Lie was the best choice.
After thinking it through, Yu'er couldn't help but feel more forgiving towards the rude and reckless man in front of her.
"What do you want to tell me?"
I saw the man sitting there drinking cup after cup of tea without stopping.
With drooping eyelids, she watched as the man's arm came across, then he picked up the teapot and filled it with water.
Just like a cow drinking, drinking tea is like drinking alcohol, Yu'er, who was sitting there contentedly, couldn't go down.
Mainly because it was to waste time, she spoke directly, and the man immediately stopped drinking, put down the teacup in a panic, and looked at the table for a long time.
"How well do you know me?"
He muttered to himself, unable to resist the thoughts in his heart.
He raised his head and glanced at the oblivious woman opposite him. The woman's eyes were clearer than glass, which made his heart tremble and he couldn't bear to look at her any longer.
Yu'er didn't understand what he meant.
"I am Hu Yanlie, the Sun-Drawing King of the Northern Hu."
I have status, and my identity and status can make you respected and protect you from being bullied.
"I am the best warrior of the Northern Hu, and the best archer and horseman in the tribe."
I'm very powerful and I have the ability to protect you.
"I'm only in my early twenties. Although my appearance may not be as beautiful as the orchids and jade trees that scholars and scholars pursue, I can still be considered handsome and strong."
The man who spread his gorgeous wings and wooed her with words felt a little uneasy when he said this.
He touched his clean-shaven beard and thought he didn't look too bad.
After saying this, the man carefully raised his eyes and tentatively observed the woman sitting opposite him.
The next second, Xiaoxin's gaze met Yu'er's clear eyes that had been waiting there.
The man pretended to be calm but lost it in a second, turned his face away, and then lowered his head without saying a word.
If Yu'er still couldn't understand the meaning behind the man's words at this time, she would be a real idiot.
She stared at the bulging blue veins under the man's neck, which were swelling and expanding as if they were about to make flowers bloom.
Normally when I saw him I would think that this man was too aggressive, but now I am no longer timid as before.
Because she knew that the man was probably suppressing his shyness at the moment.
People are like this. If he expresses his feelings too forcefully, the recipient of the confession will only feel invaded and uncomfortable but not moved.
But if the person confessing tries hard to show his or her advantages, but is very clumsy and immature in speaking.
Before she could finish her confession, she gave in shyly and didn't dare to look anymore.
A silly look will only make the person being confessed to feel warm, touched, and soft-hearted without any resentment.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
