Yan Jiuming had been standing on top of the city tower and watched her walk down the city tower, and then walked to the carriage beside Helian Zheng, and the man jumped off the tall horse.
The man with long hands and long feet, stretched out his hands and feet, looked particularly sunny and active.
Seeing that Chongmen Huan was snow-white, he was somewhat disliked, Yan Jiuming saw that Helian Zheng actually took off a red thing from his wrist, took Chongmen Huan's hand and put it on.
Yan Jiuming knows that almost every man in Xiliang will wear a red rope made of thin small rope on his wrist, which comes from the hands of the elders in the family and has been worn since childhood, which is something from the traditional blessing of that nation.
Whether it is going to the battlefield or going out hunting, it is a talisman for the men of Xiliang.
The ropes of the rich and noble families in Shanghai will be tied with all kinds of jewelry, or gemstones, jade or jade, exquisite workmanship to show identity, taken from Helian Zheng's hands.
The red rope was hung with black jade, which looked low-key but noble, because it had been worn on the body for a long time, the black jade had been shiny.
Gems are precious things, but for Helian Zheng, they are not worth mentioning at all, and people of his status naturally have countless precious things.
However, what is really precious is his thing, the traditional talisman of Xiliang, which he gave to Chongmen Huan so casually, without even blinking.
Yan Jiuming looked at it, and suddenly felt that even though Helian Zheng was like a light and violent wind, maybe in the future, he would be very good to Chongmenhuan, and every prodigal son who turned back needed a woman who could integrate into his blood and bones.
Maybe later, Chongmen Huan will become that woman!
Yan Jiuming didn't know why he suddenly thought of this, but he stood on a high place and looked at the smiling brazen and evil man, took off the talisman with a big grin, and couldn't help but say that the man who put it on Chongmen Huan had such an idea.
Chongmen Huan was obviously stunned for a moment, she was very indifferent, and she was somewhat uncomfortable with a man with vigorous vitality like Helian Zheng.
But it is very strange that these two people with completely different personalities stand together, one is tall and straight, with thick eyebrows and a straight nose, long hands and long feet are enthusiastic and flamboyant, and the other is thin and tall, with delicate eyebrows and tactful eyes, and he is silent.
When they stood together, they didn't even feel abrupt, but felt that this was the best appearance.
Yan Jiuming couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around and went down the city tower, returned to the cold palace that belonged to him, and guarded the Southern Qin River and Mountain, which had begun to crumble.
Chongmen Huan, who was standing by the carriage, felt that something was put on his wrist by King Helian, and his fingers touched it lightly, and the cold touch of the ink jade made people withdraw their hands.
But the rope has a temperature.
The warm temperature that belongs to the man's body seems to carry the unique dryness of Bei Liang, and like her heart, it is dry and barren, and it has never been wet at all.
A man's satisfied voice came from his ear: "That's fine, after all, it's a little red, and I'm happy!"
” It turned out that she was disgusted that the clothes she was wearing were too plain, so white that she was not a little happy, but a little depressed, which was really unlucky.
However, the red dowry, Chongmenhuan was unwilling to wear it again.
He didn't want to see such a frustration, and it was inevitable that he would be unhappy.
However, she didn't care whether he was happy or not.