With the rise of Beirong, Jozhao sent the most unfavored Ninth Princess to marry.
I heard that Beirong people like to drink hair and drink blood, and they are tough and vulgar. No matter how unloved the little princess was, she was still raised in a pampered way. If she went to such a barbaric land, she might not be able to survive even three months.
Several royal sisters avoided her and pretended to comfort her; her fiancé looked affectionate, but he quickly distanced himself from her outside.
Xie Danruo does not suffer from himself.
After burning the last incense in front of the mother-in-law's memorial tablet, she led the long marriage procession out of the border fortress and into the grassland.
Never look back.
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When he learned about this, the third prince of Beirong, Helianyao, had just annexed several small tribes in the north. He raised his eyebrows and still had a murderous aura.
He doesn't want to marry such a cute princess from the Central Plains.
The young wolf was unruly and unruly. He just wore blood-stained armor, carried a sword that killed countless enemies, and ran away with a stinky face.
Sure enough, when the little princess saw him, she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.
Helianyao just wanted her to go back to where she came from.
The next moment, she raised her face like fresh snow and looked into his eyes, which were clearer than any stream on the grassland.
His voice was also thin and had not been polished by the wind and sand: "Your horse is so beautiful, but it is too high. Can you help me up?"
The young man tightened the reins in his hands, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.
(The copywriting needs to be improved, but the plot remains unchanged)
Purpose: Grow together
