Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

I heard the barbarian woman outside the tent call again:

"Mr. Yan, are you there?"

Wen Ya frowned, she was sending someone right now, so... was she going to show off?

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Yan, the Lord has asked you to put on the clothes of the Northern Desert. After dressing up, go to the Golden Tent immediately."

The Golden Tent stands at the highest point in the center of the Bei Mo Royal Court. It is the residence and symbol of the Bei Mo King.

At this moment, the wind outside the tent was bone-chilling and as cold as frost.

Inside the tent, the sparks were bright and there was a lot of excitement.

The ministers of the Huyan tribe and the Helian tribe sat on both sides. Huyanzhang sat on the main seat, holding two voluptuous and plump barbarian beauties in his arms, then raised his wine glass and said:

"King Zuo Xian is brave and good at fighting, and the power of the Northern Desert has risen year after year. It is inseparable from the contribution of King Zuo Xian, which forced the Emperor of Liang to offer a beautiful marriage. Today, everyone has a drink and wishes the Northern Desert Royal Court to achieve greater glory!"

At the banquet, there was a young man sitting, who was the Youxian King of the Northern Desert Royal Court and Helian Xiao of the Helian tribe. He asked rhetorically:

"Your Majesty is absolutely right. King Zuo Xian has always been very brave and has made numerous meritorious deeds. I admire him endlessly."

"It's just... King Zuoxian is so famous, why does he always wear gloves on his left hand when traveling? I'm really curious."

Hearing this, everyone at the banquet fell silent.

Even Hu Yanzhang did not dare to ask for this answer. After all, three years ago, Bei Mo fought with Daliang. Bei Mo was defeated and his brother was taken to Liang as a prisoner.

When he returned to the Northern Desert, Brother Wang's temperament changed drastically. He wore a glove on his left hand and never took it off again.

King Zuo Xian was asked, but he still did not answer.

The man was seen leisurely and contentedly, with one hand on his knee, sipping wine and eating grapes fed by the dancer next to him, without even looking at He Lianxiao.

Seeing the two princes' subordinates glaring at each other, Hu Yanzhang immediately reconciled with a smile and ordered Si Le in the tent:

"Come on, let's dance on the beam."

"Let everyone see how beautiful Daliang's dance is!"

Immediately afterwards, the dancers on the table went down to change clothes. When they came back, they were dressed in Han Chinese clothes, with wide sleeves and swaying blouses.

Following Si Le's command, "Le rise!"

"Dance!"

Barbarian beauties wearing colorful feathers danced and murmured one after another:

Kuang Wan's fan gradually became sparse, his robes began to be untied, and the light passed through the gaps.

Sighing at the apricot beams, the two swallows are like guests.

Where is the person? A curtain of light moon seems to illuminate the color.

When he heard the lyrics and music, King Zuo Xian, who had never spoken at the banquet, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Where are the people?

People are coming soon!

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After Wen Ya drove away the barbarian maid, the guard finally disposed of the two corpses.

The old woman who followed beside her took over the barbarian's clothes and hair accessories and started dressing up Wen Ya.

Her hair was loosened and braided, and a tasseled silver forehead ornament hung down from her forehead.

Wearing a light pink silk dress, a gold waist chain was worn around the waist, and a chest wrap was worn on the chest, with round pearls hanging on the edge.

The weather was cold, and he was wearing a shawl of the same color on the outside.

After leaving the big tent, looking around, there were tents and grasslands all around, and the edges could not be seen at a glance.

Several barbarian maids took the lead and walked with her for a long time, and finally saw the most dazzling golden tent.

This shows that Hu Yanzhang did not pay attention to this marriage at all!

He actually placed a princess in an extremely remote tent.

"Mr. Yan, the golden account has arrived."

Wen Ya raised her eyes and could still vaguely hear the sound of drums, flutes and flutes playing in the golden tent, as well as the sounds of men talking and arguing.

She realized that Hu Yanzhang was entertaining guests.

"Your Majesty called me here, what is your order?"

The barbarian maids pretended to be mute at this time.

Wen Ya didn't ask any more questions and continued to move forward with them. When they reached the door of the golden tent, several maids said in unison:

"Your Majesty, the Yan family has arrived——"

In the tent, Hu Yanzhang was flirting with Mei Ji in his arms. When he heard this, his eyes suddenly filled with interest.

"Enter!"

Before Wen Ya could move, several maids pushed her into the golden tent.

When he entered, he saw the bad old man in the center with two beauties in his arms. The table was full of men, all of them with beauties in their arms.

It has to be said that this barbarian people are really open-minded. The beauties exposed their breasts and belly, and passionately kissed the men on the spot.

The man hugged him from left to right, really enjoying the blessing of everyone.

Wen Ya stood among them. She was wrapped tightly and was incompatible with them.

At this time, under the curious and joking eyes of everyone, she calmly walked up to Hu Yanzhang.

He bent down and saluted: "Princess Jinyang, pay your respects to Lord Huyan."

But everyone around her did not regard her as Dalan.

Everyone looked at her sideways, with contemptuous attitudes and haughty postures, and none of the men at the table saluted her.

Hu Yanzhang carefully looked at Wen Ya's appearance and figure.

Her chest was covered with a shawl, but it could be seen that she was thin and had no flesh. He didn't like this kind of thin and conservative woman who was off-putting to look at.

But he also said: "Since the Yan family has come to the Northern Desert, you should obey my orders. Now, I need the Yan family to serve food and wine to my subordinates."

Hu Yanzhang winked, and the servant on the side took the wine and food tray and handed it to Wen Ya.

"Mr. Yan, please——"

The people around him took a breath of air.

The Dalan family from Liang Kingdom was treated as a slave by the king before the wedding was held, doing slave work only for lower-class people.

What a pity, such a young woman...

Everyone felt that Wen Ya's future was dark, but there was only one person whose sitting posture remained unchanged, and even his expression did not change.

But where no one saw it, he held a grape in his hand and squeezed it hard. The juice dripped down the river and wet his sleeves and clothes.

Wen Ya ignored everyone's thoughts. She straightened her back and looked at Hu Yanzhang, who was sitting in the chair:

"I come from the Liang Kingdom. Even if I have never married a prince, I am still a noble princess. Now that I have come to Bei Mo for marriage, I come here with great sincerity."

"But your Majesty... seems to want to use your wife as a maid and forgive me, so I cannot obey your orders."

At this time, the scene was silent for a while.

However, Mei Ji, who was in Hu Yanzhang's arms, reluctantly said:

"Ms. Yan, I heard that the dances of the Liang Kingdom are the most beautiful and colorful. Our barbarian women can't dance well. Since Ms. Yan doesn't want to serve wine, why not dance a song for the king?"

Suddenly, there was silence in the tent, even quieter than before.

Wen Ya knew that it must be Hu Yanzhang's signal behind this.

Meiji's words were tantamount to changing her from using her wife as a maid to using her wife to please the minister.

Suddenly, Wen Ya laughed out loud without restraint, and tears almost flowed out of her eyes.

Seeing Wen Ya's wanton behavior, Mei Ji gritted her teeth and pushed Hu Yanzhang:

"Maharaja~"

"Your Majesty, the beam dance performed by Yan's family must be beautiful. Our Bei Mo dancer's dance is not authentic at all."

Hu Yanzhang opened his chaotic drunken eyes and turned his gaze to Wen Ya.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed Mei Ji down in his arms:

"Go, since Mrs. Yan is smiling happily, you can dance with Mrs. Yan."