The queen is a bit cowardly

The so-called recruitment of princes should be carried out according to strict etiquette, and it naturally fell on Wei Xin at this time. Jiang Qingluan was only responsible for what Wei Xin said, and she prepared whatever. In order to make Chang Lan not feel that this matter had nothing to do with her, she also Always ask Chang Lan for his opinion.But for Chang Lan, preparing a dowry for herself is quite interesting.

"This Linglong Qiqiao lamp is not bad. It's unique to put in father's study." Chang Lan looked up and down in Fu Kingdom's treasury, and the servant who followed her carefully recorded the things she chose.

"This walnut carving is also very refined." Chang Lan opened a brocade box. The small walnut is very eye-catching. The walnut is carved with a statue of a barbarian god. The hair of the god is clearly visible. The god smiles and cries at the same time. Face, no matter which face is lifelike.

"This is the work of Bourbonban, a craftsman in Shacheng, which has never been found in the Central Plains." The servant explained.

"Make a note of that, too."

A Li glanced at the miniature walnut carving, Chang Lan was still playing with it, she said: "The princess likes it, so she should keep it in the warehouse, and just now the servant said that there is no such thing in the Central Plains."

Chang Lan closed the brocade box and said, "It's because the Central Plains doesn't have it, so King Fu has to send it this time."

Ah Li was puzzled, and asked, "The princess doesn't like it?"

"Now that you know where this thing is, let's find another one." Chang Lan said to the servant again: "This is the wooden room, where is the next room?"

"Go back to Your Highness, the next room is the knife room." The waiter looked away from the brocade box that Chang Lan put down, feeling extremely regretful in his heart, just now that Hushen walnut seemed to be an extremely rare orphan, the master of Bourbon class Also buried early.

"As far as I know, Fu Country does not produce good iron." Chang Lan was a little curious. The sixteen princes had different specialties from each country. Fu Country was rich in horses, Luo made iron products, and Daxin was the best in handicrafts in the world.

"That's why these swords are even rarer." The servant hinted, hoping that Chang Lan would stop thinking about these things.

"Go and see."

"Here."

The servant still responded obediently, this was Jiang Qingluan's arrangement, now everyone knows that Chang Lan's future will be Fu Guo's.The waiter still took out the key at his waist and opened the door of the knife room. The knife room was different from the wooden room just now. The wooden room was very elegant, mostly decorated in the style of the Richu Kingdom, and mostly used bamboo as ornaments.

But after opening the door of the knife room, he could feel a burst of cold air, which made Ah Li instinctively want to buy a cloak for Chang Lan.Looking into the knife room, there are actually not as many knives as she imagined, and there are no more than twenty knives, each of which is packed in a minimalist sword box, which is fixed on the wall. The knife also revealed a piercing light in the box.

"Good knife."

Chang Lan has never used a sword before, but she can tell at a glance which is good and which is bad.

"They all belonged to the Fu kings of all dynasties." When the servant mentioned this, his face was also full of pride: "That is the knife that King Shengde captured when he captured Mirhan. That one, the one on the top, is the weapon King Lie bought it from a merchant in the Far West, and I have never seen this kind of iron before the blacksmith."

Chang Lan's eyes swept over the swords and swords, and they were indeed full of stories, but in the end, they settled on a sword. The people of Fu Kingdom are good at using swords, but this one is a sword, and there are many other swords left. It is a barbarian style, but this sword is the style of the Central Plains, with a coiled dragon on the hilt.

"Is this Xin Guo's sword?" Chang Lan asked.

"Exactly." The attendant replied: "This is the princess's dowry when King Hui married Princess Chang Le. Later, King Hui and Princess Chang separated, and this sword became King Hui's favorite sword."

Chang Lan looked at the sword and said in a low voice, "Understood, let's go to the next room to have a look."

"Here."

Seeing that Chang Lan didn't pay attention to the things here, the attendant was secretly delighted, and took her to the rest of the rooms.

The treasures in each room are different. Chang Lan carefully selected some that she could fancy, and then taught the servant about it. These things are always bought for Xin Guo. Xin Guo is the center of the empire, and there is never a shortage of treasures. And wealth, she only needs to choose a few eye-catching ones, and other things are treasures.

After leaving the treasury, Chang Lan went straight to Jiang Qingluan's meeting place. Just as the meeting was over, a rabbit sent away all the ministers and workers.

"The princess is here." A rabbit stepped forward and bowed: "His Highness is talking about taking a break."

Seeing Youtu, Chang Lan looked radiant, and asked, "Is something good going on today?"

A rabbit grinned and said, "Of course, General Baler is about to move his troops back to the dynasty."

Chang Lan has recently focused on the dowry, and the war in Shangjing is not as concerned as before. Jiang Qingluan won the Stone City and opened up the east and west fronts of Shangjing. Unexpectedly, it came sooner than she imagined.

Chang Lan's brows were wide open, and the corners of her mouth were raised, like the waning moon.

Leaving out the cumbersome notification, she walked quickly to Jiang Qingluan. At this time, her lover also got up from the table and came face to face with her. Jiang Qingluan hugged Chang Lan regardless of the ministers who hadn't left. The hug was like a lock, more like a wall, tightly protecting Chang Lan in his arms, as if swearing his own sovereignty.

"Your Highness..."

"We won, Shangjing won!" Qingluan pressed Chang Lan's shoulder and hugged her again.

At this time, Chang Lan didn't care about the eyes on the left and right. She stroked Qingluan's hair like coaxing a child: "Then congratulations, Your Highness."

"Cough." Peony lowered her voice, reminding Jiang Qingluan to pay attention to her manners.

At that time, Jiang Qingluan let Chang Lan go, she was still as excited as a little lion, she asked: "Have you chosen the bride price, Lan'er?"

Chang Lan nodded. Compared with Jiang Qingluan's excitement, she was a little more calm in her joy. Chang Lan said with a smile: "I chose some exquisite things, and I will never lose the face of Your Highness and Fu Guo. The rest, teach Give it to the attendant in charge."

"Lan'er arranges, don't worry." Jiang Qingluan just remembered that Mudan was still standing aside with a dark face, and she said with a smile: "Nurse, you can step back, Bale is a big victory, you should rest earlier, maybe tomorrow at the bazaar There is good news."

Today's Bale victory, Mudan was not so angry after Jiang Qingluan made such a remark, she shook her sleeves and left.The rest of the servants in the room also hurriedly dispersed, Jiang Qingluan doted on Chang Lan, and Chang Lan was indeed capable, and now the two of them wanted to love each other, and no one was ashamed to disturb them.

After the people in the house dispersed, Jiang Qingluan brought Chang Lan to the sand table, and she happily pointed at the sand table, like a child who got a favorite toy.

"The betrothal gift has to be prepared today, and sent to the country of Xin, and we will get married right away when Ba Le comes back." Jiang Qingluan said: "This matter has to be done, and the Zongbo Mansion will post a post to the world in a while. Send it to the princes."

Chang Lan took Jiang Qingluan's hand, and put her fingers through her cuff to gently scratch Qingluan's arm. Jiang Qingluan's temperature was a little lower, and it was very comfortable to touch the coolness.

"I think my royal father will not be stingy with the gift. If it is transported from the country of Xin, it will take two or three months..."

"That's lucky, our marriage will be done first."

Jiang Qingluan held Chang Lan's hand instead, and acted coquettishly again: "Lan'er, I've been waiting for a year, and your reputation here in Gu is not right, you are not in a hurry, I am too."

"But……"

"The betrothal gift didn't arrive before it arrived. Is Fu Guo short of this betrothal gift?" Jiang Qingluan rubbed Chang Lan's face, and the little lion just now was a kitten in front of Chang Lan: "Lan'er...Lan'er? Lan'er Er, Lan'er! You should answer."

What was Jiang Qingluan in the past?He is the God of War of the Fu Kingdom, he is the one who has won the title of minister of the Western Sand Kingdom, he is the one who has the power to turn the tide in the Xin Kingdom, and he is the one who can turn the tide in the Fu Kingdom with the strength of only one county. But in front of Chang Lan, she looked like a shy little girl, begging for her lover's promise. Only Chang Lan could see Jiang Qingluan like this.

Feeling soft in her heart, Chang Lan sighed. This was a sentence of helplessness towards the person in front of her, but it finally turned into a word of doting.

"Then... leave everything to His Highness."

It only took half a month for Ba Le to move his troops back to the court. The soldiers of the Fu Kingdom rushed all the way for their highness. They were all the elite of the Fu Kingdom's elite. 5000 people went, and 5000 returned.Jiang Qingluan once told them that as long as they come back alive, they will be the ones who shine on the lintel. Now that they have come back alive, they will not only be rewarded with honors, but also guests at the wedding banquet between Jiang Qingluan and Chang Lan.

Baler was sitting at the door of Jiang Qingluan's room in armor, completely ignoring the clothes made of clothing, still holding a straw in his mouth, and guarding Jiang Qingluan's room as before.

Then, the door behind him opened, and Qingluan came out in black clothes, with red makeup on her face, Ba Le looked at her king, Jiang Qingluan was as beautiful as a first-time bride today, but so what? That bride has such power, Jiang Qingluan's red makeup revealed arrogance and domineering.

"Master of Fu Kingdom, today is your day of great joy..." Ba Le turned around, patted his chest, and then knelt down. He felt like his daughter was getting married, but he also felt proud of the king. There is no reason for Balak not to bless any character in his heart: "Your loyal servant will hold your horse today, guide you, and send you to her tent..."

The words in the front are courtiers, and the words in the back are like fathers. A daughter on the grassland has a man who has a heart. If the two love each other and form a family, the oldest horse in the family will become her mount and pull her to a new place. in front of the tent.

"Go." Jiang Qingluan stroked Ba Le's hand and made him stand up: "My old Ba Le, old father, bring the horse and take me to see my lover."

Ma Bai, the elder and the bride, they walked out of Jiang Qingluan's bedroom and onto the avenue of Fengxiang Palace. On both sides of the avenue were ministers watching the ceremony and envoys from all sides. They looked at the master of the kingdom. Slowly go to Xifengtai.

"Does our Highness want to marry a concubine or a man?"

"I don't know," the answerer looked at Jiang Qingluan's figure, "But I can tell that Your Highness is very happy."

The author has something to say: After getting married, it's over...

I also wish His Royal Highness and Princess a happy marriage for a hundred years