Yue Qiyun inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

What was Yuan Lie thinking about? Since he invited him over, he let his tribesmen embarrass him. Is he demonstrating to himself? It's so naive. Not to mention that he had married him innocently, even if it was indeed as he thought, as her Yue Yi's daughter, how could these grassland barbarians be humiliated?

Gladiola stood behind, trembling with anger. In order to show respect for the Fiery Clan, her lady gave up Hanfu and chose the traditional costumes of the Yan people to attend, but she did not expect to be so ridiculed by these people.

"Brother Lie, you have some barbecue first." Mo Zheng half-kneeled beside Yuan Lie, cut off a piece of roasted lamb with a knife, and said softly.

"Miss, I am serving you for your meal." Gladiola was almost synchronized with Mo Zheng, and diligently prepared dishes for Yue Qiyun. However, he deliberately raised his voice and bit the word "slave" very seriously.

"Brother Lie..." After hearing Gladiola's words, Mo Zheng looked at Yuan Lie with grievance, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Sit next to me!" Yuan Lie patted the animal skin beside him, his expression cold and obscure, but his voice unconsciously showed a little gentleness.

"Okay!" Mo Zheng Zhanyan smiled and sat down happily, with a blush on her cheeks.

Su Moer knocked over the vinegar bottle on the side, squeezed to the other side of Yuanlie without hesitation, and sat down, picked up the wine pot to pour wine for him.

Yue Qiyun glanced at Yuan Lie who was enjoying the blessing of Qi Ren. The corners of his mouth were almost unconscious, then changed into a wooden expression and slowly raised the wine glass in front of him.

She is really hungry now - since she came here, this is her first meal! She won’t feel wronged. In the food, she is too lazy to care about what others do. Eat the emperor, and only when you have enough food can you not accept anyone!

In the main tent, there were about 40 or 50 civil servants, all sizes of civil servants and warriors, and only Dazhasa echoed Yue Qiyun and raised his glass. She smiled at the old man with white hair, and drank three drops of wine to the gods of heaven and earth. Then she held the cup in her hands and raised it to Dazhasa, without even looking at others, and drank a glass of horse milk wine with her sleeves.

Dazhasa and Yue Qiyun drank all the glass of Chinese wine together, and sat down with satisfaction.

Seeing her lady drinking a whole glass of wine, Gladiola and Roland knelt halfway beside Yue Qiyun, busy cooking for her.

At this moment, the order of seats on the main seat became interesting.

The main tent is spacious, and the seats of the Khan and the Concubine are far apart, but Su Mo'er and Gladiola are added in the middle, and Mo Zheng and Roland are added on both sides, which form six people sitting almost side by side, but the four women are slightly behind, as if the four people are servants.

"Sweat--!" Su Moer was extremely gentle and charming, and pinched a watery grape with her delicate jade hands to Yuan Lie's mouth, and said pretty: "If you eat too much wine, you must use some fruit!"

"Miss, barbecue is not easy to melt." Before Yuan Lie had eaten the grapes, Roland immediately scooped a bowl of meat porridge for Yue Qiyun and said crispy: "Is it good to eat some porridge first?"

Yue Qiyun maintained a high-quality silence, took the soup bowl handed over by Roland, and ate it slowly.

It seems that the maids of Zhenguogong still have two tricks. They drink soup before eating, which is to nourish the stomach and beautify the body and lose weight. They have already understood the essence of health preservation.

However, in the eyes of these grassland men, Yue Qiyun's appearance was a provocation to them. They originally planned to express their dissatisfaction with Yue Qiyun with an indifferent attitude, but unexpectedly, the other party did not regard their attitude as a big deal.

But no matter how angry they are, no one can say anything. After all, they are indifferent to others, and now Yue Qiyun treats them as air, so they cannot jump out and blame others.

But Su Mo'er was so angry that she shuddered. This woman had lost all her face this morning. Why did she dare to appear so proudly at the Khan feast in less than a day?

Besides, Roland and Gladiola's actions obviously meant that they and Mo Zheng were like slaves! The more she thought about it, the more she felt, she couldn't help but stand up suddenly, pointed at Yue Qiyun and said loudly: "What's the etiquette of sitting with the master? You Daliang is like this, no distinction between superiority and inferiority?"

Facing Su Mo'er, who was swaying with her claws, Yue Qiyun was too lazy to raise her eyelids, and her indifferent eyes fell on the roasted golden lamb legs on the low table.

Gladiola was still half-kneeling, and after picking up a piece of delicious barbecue for Yue Qiyun, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled: "It's amazing. When we came in, Concubine Su seemed to be unable to see it. Why did the servants look at her when they cooked vegetables for their master?"

"Besides, the maids are half-kneeling, so why are they disrespectful to their master? The concubine sat here for a while, but she didn't see you, the concubine, come up to kneel down. We thought the Flame tribe was like this, so why did it provoke the difference between master and servant again? It's ridiculous. Even if you don't have a distinction between king and minister, why are you still quarreling with this?"

Su Mo'er was snatched by Gladiola, and her red face turned pale because of anger. She looked at Yuan Lie for help, and tears fell down.

Yuan Lie put down the wine in his hand and wanted to say something to scold Gladially, but on the one hand, Gladially was right, because his own tribe members were rude first, and on the other hand, the Khan's identity did not allow him to argue with a little maid.

Together with Yuan Lie, there were also the members of the Lieyan tribe who were full of tents. They all had their faces as if they were ashen, staring at Yue Qiyun in anger but extremely aggrieved manner. If the eyes could kill people, it would be that Yue Qiyun's master and servant had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

In the eyes of everyone, Yue Qiyun was still enjoying the delicious food at the banquet gracefully, and at the same time, she gave Gladiola a glory in her heart! This little mouth was so amazing that she scolded the person with a smile.

When it comes to the skill of not moving the bronze and iron bones of the Eight Winds, Qi Yun has learned from countless performances!

I think before she traveled through time, her animal taming performance was not vulgar and exciting. Back then, she was happily performing the same performance in the mineral water bottles and the audience's booing.

Now this scene is even more scattered to her - she is too lazy to pay attention to other people's attitudes.

People are willing to keep the food and stare at themselves instead of eating it, then stare at them. What does it have to do with her? Try it! Now Yue Qiyun is thinking about filling her stomach. Before she gets full, she will never pay attention to anyone.

So, a good feast was held in a strange silence, which made the prairie man who was used to being lively depressed!
Chapter completed!