Chapter 38 The Princess Returns He did not move, but his thick eyelashes gently...
He didn't move, but his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
There is a kind of slowness, like waking up from a dream.
Mu Xue took a step back with a smile on her face. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly stood up, and the desk slid an inch with a "creak" due to the movement of its owner.
The ink in the Duan inkstone splashed onto the white paper. Dorji had already leaned over, and his big hands firmly embraced Muxue. The heat from his palms against her waist was so intense that even the plum blossoms embroidered by Suzhou were burned hot through her soft satin cloak.
A magnified handsome face, with the orange-red candlelight dancing on his brow, adding a touch of charm and danger.
She held her breath, almost thinking that he would kiss her back regardless, but he didn't.
Dorji just looked at her inch by inch with his burning eyes. From her forehead, to her eyes, to her small nose...
That look was like a ball of dark fire, spreading all the way from her forehead to her lips.
He suddenly laughed softly, his breath brushed across her nose, making her feel a little itchy: "Princess, why are you shaking? I haven't done anything yet. But you..."
...This kid is so good at taking advantage of the situation that he can't do anything.
Mu Xue put her hand on his chest and said sternly, "Let go, and let's talk for a while. Otherwise, I'll leave."
Dorji's big hands were reluctant to let go, and they stroked the embroidery on her clothes for a while before letting go.
Even though they were sitting properly, this person deliberately sat very close to her and stared at her eagerly.
Mu Xue wanted to laugh, but she held it back and said, "I do have something I want you to do for me."
"What is it? Tell me."
"I made a new set of clothes and planned to wear them when I get to Kulun. I want you to take a look and see if they are suitable for me."
"The princess looks beautiful in whatever she wears," said Dorji.
"Don't be so frivolous," Mu Xue said, "Just look at it first, I'm serious, follow me."
The clothes and headdresses were very heavy, so they were packed in a separate box. They were now placed in Muxue's large tent.
Dorji followed Muxue into her tent.
"Have some tea and snacks first, and wait for me for a moment." Mu Xue instructed, and was surrounded by two maids and taken to the back room to change clothes.
The tea was good tea, the red robe tea that was tributed from the south, poured into a copper pot and boiled with milk. The refreshing aroma was by no means comparable to the brick tea sold by merchants traveling to and from the grassland.
Dorji sat there with his head held high, his eyes moving away from the gurgling copper kettle and looking at other furniture and ornaments.
The princess preferred light-colored furniture with thin arms and legs, which were said to be made of pear wood. The decorations in this tent looked elegant. On the table was a Sichuan brocade embroidered screen with a bamboo forest in the wind.
She seems to like things from the south, Dorji thought.
The Western-style automatic bell inside the tent rang twice, and the maid scooped out the cooked milk tea, put it in the imperial tribute Ru kiln cup brought from the Qing Palace, and handed it to him: "Please have some tea, Prince Consort."
Dorji said "hmm", took it, and blew the milk tea slowly. Then the maid placed two nine-square tea trays, one containing traditional salty things such as fried rice butter, and the other containing... roses, as well as dried fruits, brown sugar, etc. You can tell it's sweet just by looking at it.
Speaking of which, Dorji was still a little puzzled by the princess's love for sweet milk tea. But after trying it twice, he could accept this strange sweet milk tea and put aside his prejudice. It was actually not bad.
He held the cup of tea in his hand, and as he smelled the lingering tea aroma, he suddenly remembered that he was angry with the princess before, but now that anger had completely disappeared.
Dorji shook his head, feeling a little ridiculous.
He knew very well that the princess was not completely in love with him at this time.
But it's always a good thing to be willing to spend time and effort to coax him.
After finishing a cup of milk tea and about to refill it, I suddenly heard a rustling sound.
Dorji looked back, the curtain was opened, and his wrist, which was pouring milk tea, was suspended in mid-air, and the milk tea almost spilled into the cup. Fortunately, he came to his senses and put down the kettle, thus avoiding the danger of the milk tea spilling out.
Nanny Wu, who was supporting the princess, laughed and joked, "Er Gong's expression was not as excited as this when he saw the princess wearing her wedding dress at the wedding."
This is not nonsense! Dorji thought. The wedding dresses of the Qing Palace are beautiful, but for him, they are all unfamiliar, and naturally lack the excitement of a groom seeing his bride in her wedding dress.
But at this time, the princess was wearing a complete set of Khalkha formal dress!
He had seen her wearing a Manchu cloak, and he had also seen her occasionally wearing Han women's clothes when living together, but this was the first time in his life that he saw her wearing a Khalkha dress.
At this moment, she was wearing the Khalkha dress that Dorji was most familiar with, with red agate beads and silver ornaments all over her head, looking at him with a slight smile. She looked just like the sweetheart who had walked out of his dream.
"How is it? Am I dressed decently?" Mu Xue asked with a smile.
Dorji took two steps forward, his eyes blazing: "Absolutely beautiful."
It was true, so beautiful that it was unforgettable. As they walked along the way, Dorji felt that she was becoming more and more beautiful.
Muxue tilted her head slightly, and the silver jewelry and agate jingled.
"This silver crown makes my neck sore."
Dorji couldn't help but touch the ends of her hair. "The wind on the grassland is strong, you have to use something heavy to hold it down."
The princess' skin was as white as snow, and red coral was very suitable for her. He had already calculated in his mind how many red coral strings Kulun had, and when the time came, he would pick out the reddest and largest ones and give them to the princess.
Mu Xue said, "I will wear this when we arrive in Kulun, how about that?"
Dorji looked a little solemn: "Princess, do you really intend to wear this?"
He understood the meaning of this dress better than anyone else.
Mu Xue nodded: "Yes, since I marry you, I will be the princess of Khalkha and the future mistress of the Tushetu Khanate. Is it inappropriate to wear this?"
"It's suitable, of course. It's not suitable. My grandfather would be very happy if he saw it." He said seriously.
When Mu Xue saw his attitude, she knew what was going on.
Clothing is always an attitude that can be seen at first glance.
Before Mu Xue left Beijing, she asked the Lifanyuan for advice and had a dress made according to the customs of Khalkha Mongolia. A Mongolian robe with raised shoulders and a waistcoat with tribal patterns. The most unique thing was a headdress that looked like a bull's horn and was decorated with silver and coral. When she arrived in Kulun, the people of the Tushetu Khanate saw her clothes and understood that this Qing princess respected their customs and culture.
Now that she's there, she has to make the people there feel that she's one of their own.
In this way, they will love her, respect her, and even be willing to follow her.
Muxue also informed the Fourth and Fifth Princes of her intention to wear Khalkha dress to meet the people of Tushetu Khan's tribe.
The Fifth Prince didn't have any thoughts about it, he was just worried about whether she would feel hot wearing this outfit. However, in the summer banquets in the capital, people had to wear the same heavy auspicious clothes, so he didn't have anything to say.
The fourth prince thought more. "It's a good outfit. You can wear it when you first meet the guests, and then change into the wedding dress for the banquet."
In this way, it can not only show the princess's appreciation of this marriage and the court's attention to the Tushetu Khanate, but also remind all the taijis at the banquet that the Fourth Princess is here as a representative of the royal family.
Now that the matter had been decided, Mu Xue asked the sewing maid to slightly modify the size of the clothes according to her body shape.
When changing clothes, Muxue discovered that she had grown taller!
I don't know if it was due to eating too much dairy products, but at the end of puberty, her height grew again. Although she is still a little taller than Dorji, she is not short among girls.
Not only the height, but also the body shape has changed slightly.
Nanny Wu was a little worried, wondering if she had gained weight.
Mu Xue retorted: "I'm not fat, I'm strong."
She had gotten strong from riding horses and eating meat. She looked at herself carefully in the mirror and found that she had not gained any extra fat. She looked at herself in the mirror and found that she looked better than before, when she was weak and frail.
It looks more like her appearance before she traveled through time, Mu Xue vaguely had this thought.
Although she had traveled through time, her appearance in the two lives was actually not much different. It was just that in the past she stayed in the house all day long, and because she was depressed, she ate and drank very little, so she looked thinner.
Now, after a long journey, horseback riding, sunlight, dairy products and meat, as well as the wider world, have gradually nurtured her back to the way she likes it.
Muxue stared at herself in the diamond-shaped mirror for a long time and then smiled.
The person in the mirror also smiled at her.
Have you finally come out of it? After traveling back to the Qing Dynasty, there is a long and hopeless rainy season of depression.
Her body clearly told her: Yes, you have come out.
At this moment, she even wanted to cry.
A blessing in disguise.
After a long journey across the vast desert and Gobi, on the first day of June, the wedding procession of Princess Kejing and Princess Shuo finally arrived at Kulun, the royal court of the Tushetu Khanate in the northern desert.
Although it is called the royal court, in fact, Kulun cannot be considered a city in the strict sense. It has no city walls and no streets. On the endless grassland are endless felt tents of various sizes.
The most central location is Tushetu Khan's royal tent and the Great Lama's temple.
The people here live wherever there is water and grass, and even the king's tent has slightly different locations according to the seasons. However, a huge Yellow Sect temple was built here a few years ago, so most of the Taijis' tents are built around it.
Muxue's big tent will also be set up beside the temple, next to the golden tent of Dorji. This is the news sent back by the advance soldiers. The princess has returned, so of course she is not completely clueless and will not deal with everything after arriving in a hurry.
When the main force was about a hundred miles away from Kulun, a group of more than a dozen Eight Banner soldiers had arrived at the royal court of Kulun and informed Tushetu Khan of the estimated time when the princess and her entourage would arrive.
The arrival of three nobles, the Fourth Princess, the Fourth Prince and the Fifth Prince, in Kulun was naturally a big event.
Even the upcoming Nadam Festival had to be postponed for a few days due to this.
Tushetu Khan ordered that all taijis should dress up to welcome him, giving the Qing court enough face.
When we arrived that day, the sun was shining brightly.
Muxue sat in the sedan, feeling a little nervous and a little excited.
Outside the curtain, Dorji's voice sounded: "Princess, are you ready?"
"Um."
"I will stay with you, always." He said firmly.
Mu Xue stepped out of the sedan chair and extended her hand to him: "Okay."
Dorji held her hand, his palm burning hot. He was wearing a suit of the same color as Muxue, and the two of them standing together looked like a perfect couple.
Dorji noticed that her palms were slightly sweaty and whispered, "Don't worry, they will like you, just like me."
Mu Xue just smiled and said nothing.
Following the sunlight, Muxue walked step by step to the front of the team.
It was a sea of black people, all dressed in Khalkha costumes.
The summer breeze blows across their faces, some young and some old.
There was silence for a moment, and when they saw clearly the clothes worn by the Qing princess, the crowd burst into excited discussions.
An old man knelt down first, followed by a large group of people who all knelt down, cheering, "Welcome to the Princess!"
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