The First Tyrant of Daxia

The next day, early in the morning.

The rosy glow covered the entire long street of Xuanwumen, and a huge carriage inlaid with emeralds and engraved with special patterns slowly drove in.

It is full of grassland flavor and has a unique beauty.

The Ministry of Rites was ordered to welcome him with the highest standards.

It was the first time for Princess Cha Ming to go out of the grassland, the first time to experience the culture of the Han people, and the first time to see such a prosperous imperial palace.

She lost her mind!

She was shocked!

Those charming blue eyes were fixed on me.

The red lips whispered softly: "Is this the Great Xia that once oppressed the twelve tribes of the grassland and the Turkic countries?"

"Their clothes, their palaces, their culture..."

“It would be great if the Zazahar tribe had it.”

For a moment, she felt a little sad.

Because every winter, thousands of people died in blizzards on the grassland, and her tribe was no exception.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at the gate."

"You have to get off the carriage and walk to the Taiji Hall." The old eunuch's voice sounded.

Princess Cha Ming took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the carriage.

She passed through the gate, climbed the dragon steps, and went straight into the Taiji Hall.

Here, all civil and military officials are present.

She couldn't help but sweat, but as a daughter of the grassland, she still raised her proud head.

Then, she saw Qin Yun for the first time.

Surprise, shock, and sidelong glances!

She had trouble calming down.

The emperor of Daxia is so young, handsome and brave!

It was completely different from the image of a white-haired, old man she had imagined.

Dressed in a dragon robe, sitting at the highest point, he looks so majestic that words cannot describe!

Princess Cha Ming felt the overwhelming pressure from this man who had never met her and who kidnapped her!

She had only felt that kind of pressure from the Turkic Khan, the overlord of the grassland.

at this time.

Qin Yun's gaze also fell on Princess Cha Ming.

His heart was also not at peace. The princess of this small tribe was so beautiful that it was hard to describe.

A pair of deep blue eyes, large and charming, full of exotic charm.

The veil concealed her face but failed to hide her three-dimensional facial features.

The dress with insect totem prints highlighted a wild beauty and also wrapped up her absolutely hot figure.

Be silent for a while.

"Zhazahar tribe, Cha Mingweirou, pays homage to Tian Khan."

She saluted in the form of a prairie, without any groveling.

"Humph!"

Xiao Jian snorted coldly and gave a direct warning.

"Princess Cha Ming, why don't you bow to the emperor?"

Looking into Wei Rou's eyes, she found that she had the wisdom of a Central Plains woman, but also had a boldness that Central Plains women did not have.

"On the grassland, the etiquette that this princess just performed is to express absolute respect for a person."

"Heavenly Khan rules the world, and all nations come to pay tribute to him. He deserves this princess's gift from the grasslands!"

"What's wrong with that?"

Hear the words.

The civil and military officials looked at each other in surprise.

Everyone thought that the people on the grassland were those who ate raw meat and drank blood, but they never thought that this little princess was so eloquent and had such a sharp tongue.

Qin Yun also showed an admiring look and became interested in her.

The Minister of Justice, Qi Yong, stood up.

"Then why didn't you show your true face when you went to the Taiji Palace? According to the law, you are deceiving the emperor!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou was a little angry.

Scimitar's eyebrows furrowed, and he said unhappily: "It is the custom of women on my grassland to wear veils. They must be removed by the husband, and the first glance is taken!"

"Don't you Han people also have this tradition?"

As soon as the words fell!

There was a burst of laughter in the Tai Chi Hall.

A civil official shook his head and laughed: "It's funny that the rough people of such a small country who only eat raw meat and drink blood are learning from us Han people!"

"That's right, I'm afraid it's just an ugly imitation, which only adds to the joke!"

"The grasslands are full of uncivilized barbarians, and even their family relationships are very chaotic. Now they are actually acting arrogantly."

"That's right, you did it on purpose!"

"..."

Countless laughter and ridicule quickly rang out.

This made Cha Ming Weirou, a prairie woman with a hot temper, unable to tolerate it!

She tried her best to restrain herself, knowing that she was actually a prisoner, but that didn't mean she could be humiliated.

"Shut up, Princess!"

She scolded, her blue eyes reflecting anger.

Then he looked directly at Qin Yun who was at the highest point.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Is this your way of entertaining guests?"

"You are so disrespectful. In my opinion, you Han people are the ones who are truly uncivilized!"

presumptuous!

All the generals roared in unison. The murderous aura and oppression in their bones were enough to scare anyone.

But this prairie princess alone didn't buy it.

She raised her slender neck with pride, and her skin was not rough or dark, but had a natural whiteness.

"Humph!"

"Daxia Country is nothing but this. A bunch of grown men bully a woman like me."

"Well, this princess is not afraid of you!"

Xiao Jian and others wanted to put more pressure on him, but were stopped by Qin Yun.

He looked down with a smile, and spoke for the first time, his voice rich and majestic.

"Cha Ming Wei Rou, right?"

"You know, I am being merciful to you by not killing you outright!"

"After I've criticized you for a few words, you're still not satisfied?"

Cha Ming Wei Rou's beautiful eyes flickered: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Qin Yun curled his lips: "Don't you know what I mean?"

"How dare the Zazahar tribe form an alliance with the traitor Xiliang? How dare you do such a taboo!"

"I now have every reason to kill you and then attack your tribe!"

Hearing this, a trace of fear flashed across Cha Ming Wei Rou's beautiful eyes. She knew very well what kind of overlord the Great Xia Kingdom was.

Except for the Turks, other small tribes really don't dare to look Daxia in the eye.

"Stop talking?" Qin Yun smiled and said, "Tell me, what benefits did that bastard Sima Zong promise your tribe that would make him risk offending the imperial court and form a marriage alliance with Xiliang."

The tone was calm, revealing a sense of unquestionability.

Cha Ming Wei Rou clenched her slender fingers, pursed her red lips under the veil, and did not answer.

The emperor might not agree to Xiliang's promise to the tribe.

a long time.

"Your Majesty, are you interrogating a prisoner?" she asked, changing the subject.

Qin Yun could feel that this woman had a kind of arrogance that could not be tamed, like a wild horse.

Even if she endured it, the blood in her bones could not be changed.

"You can feel like a prisoner, or you can feel like a distinguished guest."

"Everything depends on your thoughts!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou clenched her fist and said, "Excuse me for being blunt, but Your Majesty has already caused the relationship between the two sides to deteriorate by kidnapping me from Xiliang."

"I don't know anything!"

"Your Majesty, please let me go back to the grassland."

"Otherwise, my father will be angry!"

Hahaha!

Civil and military officials all vied with each other to laugh.

If it were the Turks, perhaps the imperial court would have taken it seriously, but what was a mere nomadic people?

Hearing the sound, Cha Ming Wei Rou's face turned red, her fists clenched and made sounds, and there was a hint of wildness in her deep blue eyes!

"What are you laughing laughing!"

"You will pay the price for your arrogance."

"The grassland is not the grassland it once was, and Daxia is not the Daxia it once was. Laugh as much as you can!"

"Keep laughing until the wrath of the grassland warriors comes, and accept the condemnation of the grassland gods!"