Her Heartless Evil Man

My heart tightened. Is Mrs. nine's family the overlord of Mongolia and a high-ranking Khan?

I lowered my head and dared not speak.

A series of footsteps came into the temple, and my head was lower. I was eager for everyone to see me.

Sitting on the square stool, it seemed like a needle and felt. I was very uncomfortable. I listened to the polite words of the emperor and these people.

Sentence by sentence, as in the book, is nothing new.

But the sweat is like a bell. Every time you speak, you have to listen to it.

I secretly looked at the people of his highness. They were all dressed in foreign costumes. They were all Mongolian costumes. The one among them was a dark blue robe with exquisite totem patterns embroidered on his belt. He wore soft cow leather boots and a conical hat. He was powerful and noble. His strong eyes were enough to deter all his enemies.

I don't know why. He reminds me of the name of the enemy. Here, just above the palace, his existence has an atmosphere of awe and destruction, which is unpredictable.

Finally, the politeness was over, and the etiquette was over. The ninth lady suddenly took my hand, "come, Yun Qi'er, come to meet our sweat and my brother."

Caught off guard, I never wanted to see her family. I just came to paint for the queen, didn't I?

But in full view of the public, I had no way to hide, so I had to rise up with her and listen to her introduction one by one. I visited and saluted like a puppet without a trace of vitality. I don't even want to remember every stranger. There should be no intersection between me and them in this life.

The Mongolian people don't care much about the etiquette of the Central Plains, so the last one introduced to me by the ninth lady was the big Khan named turdan.

I saluted, just like visiting others, without special speech and behavior, but I could feel a cluster of eyes shooting like a knife in the salute, which made me a burst of panic.

"Look up." I heard the dignified voice of the alien man.

My head slowly raised. To tell you the truth, I'm not afraid of him, but I don't want to attract attention. I'm just a little miss 17 in the prime minister's house.

"I've seen sweat." I saluted gently.

He was the Great Khan of the ninth lady. It turned out that the ninth lady's family lived in his tribe. The ninth lady's brother was a brave general under the account of turdan's Great Khan. In this way, I will go to Beijing with Khan and meet my relatives this time.

Looking up at him, he sat half a head higher than others. He was really not ordinary tall and strong. There is no cowardice in my eyes. I don't know martial arts, but I'm not afraid of the people in the shadow of the sword. I don't know each other and have no correction. What's the fear.

I thought it was just a gift. After seeing it, I stepped down. But he didn't respond to my question. He sat behind the red sandalwood tea table and looked at me. Time passed minute by minute. I stood in the center of the hall, my legs numb, looked back at him and waited for his amnesty.

He still looked at my face silently, as if appreciating a flower. A touch of tenderness appeared in his eyes and didn't disperse. He looked at me with envy and heartbeat. How could he be so rude to many people in the temple.

I coughed and saluted again: "Yun Qi'er has seen a lot of sweat."

He suddenly recovered, "come and sit here."

I was surprised. I sat beside him and was despised by him.