The scheming routine of getting married to a foreign country by the princess of the Central Plains × the unruly little wolf cub in the prairie
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That day, Qi Ruo killed a few bandits and "picked up" a charming princess from the Central Plains.
She raised her head from the grand and complicated wedding dress, with a pair of dark and bright eyes on her blood-stained face, and she looked at him timidly.
She was a troublesome princess, and she had to go the extra mile to get him to send her to the tribe.
And if you scoff, "Why don't you run away if you have the chance?"
"I am a princess, responsible for the stability of a country's border. If I escape, the people on the border will be ravaged by the tribe." The eyes of the Central Plains princess were red and swollen, but her tone was extremely firm.
She took her dowry and climbed over the sand dunes toward the tribe.
Princess Zhongyuan tugged at his sleeves, "Qi Ruo, please."
"Qi Ruo, thank you very much."
"Qi Ruo, you are so kind."
So throughout his life, he was immersed in the spring breeze from the Central Plains that turned the desert green.
She was determined to get married and didn't want to leave with him.
He thought, then he would become the king of the tribe and become her marriage partner.
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When Li Shanyan was thirteen years old, he received the marriage decree.
Aniang said: As a princess who is favored by thousands of people, this is your destiny.
Li Shanyan doesn't understand fate.
She only knew that after leaving Chang'an, she would never be able to eat the cherry pancakes made by her mother-in-law, nor see the fruit of the grapes planted by her own hands in the palace. She might never come back in this life.
In one year, she learned the prairie dialect and learned planting and weaving techniques from old farmers.
When he was fourteen years old, he left Chang'an with joy and tears.
This was her first time traveling far north.
Encountering sand bandits on the road, the entire marriage team was wiped out. Li Shanyan hid in the corner and shivered with a self-defense dagger.
Looking up, an arrow pierced the chest of the person in front of him.
Li Shanyan's face was covered with warm blood. The person in front of her fell. She raised her eyes and saw a young man standing on the sand dune not far away, drawing a bow.
The hem of his clothes was caught in the wind, and her wedding dress was stained with blood.
Li Shanyan thought about who should be the king of the tribe, and she didn't want the old and smelly king.
The young man in front of him has great potential.
So she tugged on his sleeves and looked at him with trembling eyes, "Qi Ruo, I will promise you a thousand pieces of gold to hire you to take me to the tribe."
"Qi Ruo, here you go, the cherry pancake my grandma made for me is delicious."
She touched his fluffy curls and combed and tied up his messy hair.
Li Shanyan doesn't believe in fate. If there is a fate, she will have fate surrender at her feet.
She devoted herself to cultivating her power, brought textile technology, and taught the people of the grassland tribes how to plant.
I vowed to bloom the most beautiful rose in the barren desert.
Later, Li Shanyan repeated his old tricks, only pulling on Qiruo's sleeves.
The arrogant wolf king will turn into a puppy crawling at her feet.
Intention: She is not without a branch to rely on, she is a branch.
