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Helian Zheng and Gu Nanyi both went to see Feng Zhiwei at the same time, Feng Zhiwei turned his face halfway, looking at the cluster of flowers outside the window, and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward, only the peony flowers who didn't know what was going on were staring and frowning, and they were very questioned, "Which King of Chu?" The most powerful one in the DPRK and China at the moment? Didn't the prince's congratulatory gift already come with it in Beijing, why did it come from afar? Or give ......"

She suddenly stopped and looked at the expression on Helian Zheng's face, Helian Zheng turned his face away and said simply: "Zhiwei, you take care of Chamutu." As he strode out, he heard him shouting: "Come, send the Buddha to rest." He shouted again: "The congratulatory gift will be sent directly to the concubine in the apse." ”

Peony Hua'er listened, and whispered "to herself" in a whisper that Feng Zhiwei could hear: "My Ji Dog, the measurement is really good......"

Feng Zhi smiled and said, "I took Chamutu away, Peony Hua'er, I didn't say you, since you believe in Dharma Living Buddha, don't give birth to so much." ”

"You think I want to." Peony Hua'er's attention was diverted, and she said with a stalk in her neck, "I have been married to him for twenty-five years, and I have only given birth to eight in total!" Huzhuo likes to have many children and grandchildren, Kuku wants a lot of children, and I don't dare to tell him the words of the Dharma Living Buddha, I secretly found a contraceptive medicine soup to drink in the Central Plains, he thought I didn't want to give birth, so I secretly poured it out every once in a while, or replaced my medicine, just like that, the medicine soup itself is not very bright, and it comes out every three or five times. ”

"Lao Wang doesn't know that the child is your ......"

"I only told him the first half of the Dharma Living Buddha prophecy, and he thought it was the death of Zhadajak." Liu Mudan's voice lowered, "I don't want him to be angry, but I don't want him to be sad......"

So you kept it from him until you died, bearing all the pain of that prophecy?

Feng Zhiwei looked at Liu Peony, a little puzzled, how could there be such a woman in this world who spoiled her husband? Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a little stunned, and felt that the old king of Kuku was really blessed.

"You can go, don't ramble around here." Peony Hua'er urged her instead, "I don't talk to people who are uncertain." ”

Feng Zhiwei smiled a little embarrassed, went out, handed over Chamutu to the nurse in the royal court, and urged Gu Nanyi to sleep, Gu Nanyi looked at her seriously for a long time, and said, "Don't cry." ”

Feng Zhi was slightly silent, and smiled reluctantly: "What are you crying about?" ”

"In your heart." Gu Nanyi pointed at her heart.

Feng Zhiwei stood in silence in the dark, the cold and hard wind of the grassland blew, but the fragrance of flowers was still soft, mixed with the clean breath of the man opposite, and there was a kind of warm ironing.

She smiled softly for a while.

Gu Nanyi suddenly reached out and stroked her hair, grabbed her a little stiffly, and slapped her twice on the back.

That gesture was exactly the same as coaxing Gu to sleep......

Feng Zhiwei was in his arms, wanting to laugh, but suddenly felt that his nose was sour, this was the first time he and her hugged each other, it had nothing to do with Fengyue, only care, care...... It's good that he finally understood.

Something in the air flows quietly, gentle and gentle like a serenade.

After a while, Feng Zhiwei gently pushed Gu Nanyi away, looked up at his delicate chin, and said softly: "Nanyi, don't worry, it's okay to cry, everyone will cry sometimes, as long as you remember to laugh next time after crying, it doesn't matter." ”

Gu Nanyi looked at her fixedly, and suddenly said, "If I cry for someone one day, I will never laugh again." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Feng Zhiwei to answer, he turned around and entered the door, and the door clicked shut, the sound was subtle, but Feng Zhiwei was shocked.

Unconsciously, Gu Nanyi seemed to be gradually opening up his world, and this was the first time she had heard him speak such a complete and clear way and fully express his thoughts.

The meaning of it made her frightened.

She silently took two steps back, stared at Gu Nanyi's closed door, sighed for a while, and scattered in the quiet spring night of the grassland.

==

It is seven steps from the front porch to the front door, and seven steps from the front door to the front porch.

Feng Zhiwei used his own steps to measure the distance in front of his door more than a dozen times.

It's quiet on all sides, unlike the Central Plains clan, where there are people waiting for you near you all the time, this quiet usually seems to be very good, but at the moment it's a little unaccustomed.

The moonlight rose to the atrium, Feng Zhi looked up at the sky slightly, sighed helplessly, and pushed the door open.

A very special style hamper, quietly placed in the center of the room, the hamper moon white, braided with pale gold and black edges, this style is in a trance, reminiscent of a person.

Feng Zhiwei stood by the door, silent for a long time, and finally walked slowly, and did not open it, but picked up the basket first.

She looked down in amazement, only to find that the basket was actually glued to the ground.

She raised an eyebrow - she actually told Chun Yumeng to stick the basket to the ground? I can't throw it if it's stuck to the ground?

With a little effort, the basket rose off the ground, but a letter fell with a "click".

It can't be said to be a letter, it's a piece of hard paper resting at the bottom of the basket, with only a few words written on it.

"Feng Hao's birthday, including the eight characters, if you want to know the hidden situation, please enlighten."

Feng Zhiwei stared at the note, his brows furrowed, and there was a hint of helplessness.

Ning Yi, that person, is really meticulous and difficult for ordinary people to reach, he can always find your seven inches, and pinch you to prevent you from escaping.

Calculated that she might not want to open the gift at all and would throw it away, so she stuck to the basket, calculated that she would pull the basket hard, so she set up this mechanism, and even more sure that she saw this sentence, she had to open the basket no matter what.

Feng Zhiwei crumpled the paper and went to unseal the basket, there was a small knot buckle at the top, according to the custom of the imperial capital, some gadgets would be tied here, such as golden bell jade buckles and the like, but this gadget in front of him had a strange shape that made Feng Zhiwei's eyes jump.

A small golden broom.

The broom is exquisitely made, it is the kind of long-handled broom used to sweep the snow, and even the bamboo knots at the end of the handle and the bamboo silk at the broom part are made of distinct roots.

Broom.

When she first saw Qiufu Binghu, she dragged a big broom to clear the snow, and used this broom to send the fifth aunt who was in private contact with him to the ghost gate.

Feng Zhiwei's fingers gently stroked the broom...... If you didn't kill the fifth aunt at the beginning, wouldn't you have met him? If you don't meet him, won't you have everything like this?

No...... Fate is destined to be so opposite, and you will meet it when you go around and around.

With his fingers forced, he pulled off the golden broom and threw it aside.

The basket is divided into many layers, and there seem to be a lot of things, and they are placed layer by layer.

The first layer, a jug of wine.

The wine jug is made of stoneware, very poor, not even marked, the major restaurants in Dijing have their own breweries, and the jug will be engraved with their own imprint, only the tavern does not have.

Would rather travel thousands of miles to send such a pot of inferior wine?

Feng Zhiwei stared at the wine jug, feeling that it seemed a little familiar, opened the wine jug, and sniffed the wine carefully.

The taste is flushing, it is not mellow, it can be imagined to be very strong, and it is the kind of bitter wine that is hard to drink in winter to warm up.

Feng Zhiwei grabbed the hand of the wine jug and trembled.

That night, he drank a pot of bad wine from a tavern, listening to Dacheng's last words, his tone was light and full of concern, and she was absent-minded and only thinking about the way forward.

At the time, I thought it was just casual words, but now that I think about it, every sentence he says has a deep meaning, and even going up to the bridge may be intentional.

The snow on the bridge on the winter night of that year, before I knew it, had fallen on the thick road ahead.

It's hard for him to find a tavern that sells that wine.

Feng Zhi smiled faintly, grabbed the pot of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine went down the throat, the knife was as hot and hot, a line of fire dragons rushed into the lungs, and the internal organs seemed to burn instantly.

She choked violently, coughing red and staring at the empty pot in amazement, wondering why she had drunk so much in the first place.

Such a bad wine, I remember that he drank it without frowning a point when he was golden and noble, this person ...... Never want to live authentically.

Feng Zhi wiped his lips slightly, sipped a little wine from his fingertips into his lips, and slowly recalled the past taste in that burning heat.

I drank a lot of good wine this year, and it turned out that only this pot was the true taste of life.

On the second level, a small crossbow with a strange shape.

The small crossbow is not like the Central Plains made, the serpentine hanging red tassels on both sides, the length of the crossbow arrows on it is different, and the luster is reddish.

Feng Zhiwei didn't recognize it at first sight, and after playing with it for a long time, he felt that the crossbow arrow was a little familiar.

…… On the eve of the college exam, she was drunk and had no intention of breaking into the backyard, and was bumping into Ning Yi, who was about to make a move on the prince and came out of the tunnel.

At that time, his dark black cloak was swept up by the night wind, and he flew upside down in front of his eyes, and the pale golden flowers flashed, and the crimson crossbow bolts were aimed at the back of her heart.

She rolled and fled, and in a hurry she saw the crossbow arrow as red as the eyes of a falcon......

If that arrow had been shot into her heart at that time, her mother and brother might not have died.

Feng Zhiwei gently stroked the small crossbow, and his fingers lingered over and over again on the streamlined crossbow body and the pale red short arrow.

"Click, click."

A few low and crisp voices in the quiet night.

On the carpet, a few short reddish arrows silently scattered, breaking from them.

The third layer, a pack of golden sands and begonia fruits.

On the day of the big exam at Qingming Academy, the assassin folded a special soft sword into a saucer and loaded this golden sand begonia to present to the emperor.

When the sword light protruded, the vermilion begonia fruit was accompanied by the fierce blood flowers, dyeing the ground a spicy bright red.

A bitter plan, a game within a game, he tried his best to pull the prince off the horse at the cost of his own body, and he couldn't allow her, a new entrant, to snoop on his secrets.

His bloody fingers rested on her neck behind the screen, and she saw the murderous intent in his eyes.

But finally let go.

Feng Zhi shook slightly.

"If you let me go today, one day, I will let you go again."

I didn't care about some words, and I realized that it was a prophecy of fate when I came to the end.

Jinsha begonia fruit slowly contained between the teeth, this world-famous tribute sweet fruit, when eaten in the mouth, turned out to be bitter.

Like in this life, I don't dare to recall the old things that I dare not recall.

The fourth layer, a cyan pill.

Wei Fu was drunk, Princess Shaoning handed it to her, and asked her to take advantage of the drunken Ning Yi's pulse, apply it to Ning Yi's wrist, and in the coming day, Helian Zheng of the Golden Palace knocked on Ning Yi to sue Ning Yi, and it was inevitable that he would fall in love with his father and not turn over.

The pulse was checked, the decanting soup was made, but the pills were not applied.

She didn't believe that Ning Yi, who was in the camp step by step, would rush to get drunk in her mansion, just as she didn't believe that Ning Yi would trust her completely.

Sure enough, she made the right choice.

Everything was in his calculations, even the cyan pill in Shaoning's hand that could turn blood into gold, he had it.

Ning Yi.

You're thanking me for not doing it in the first place.

Or tell me that I can never escape from your palms?

The fifth layer, is a transparent crystal with irregular edges, apparently part of something shattered.

The crystal beauty at the exit of the Tiansheng Palace's tunnel came to her face, with graceful eyebrows and charming posture.

And the man's sword light burst out, and a sword shattered this rare treasure, just because it was a man's permanent desecration of the woman he loved most.

In the rainstorm waste palace, she caressed the scar on his chest and the scar in his heart.

Feng Zhiwei held the crystal in the palm of his hand, and his tentacles were cold, as if he was in the mood at the moment.

There was a slight pain in her heart, and her fingers couldn't help but strain slightly, but there was no stinging and bleeding as she imagined, and she raised her hand only to find that the original sharp edges of the crystal had been carefully smoothed.

Who is silently pondering the sharp edges in the quiet night, and the falling fine crystals are scattered on the case like crystal tears.

Who is as meticulous as a hair and quietly rounding the edges and corners, just because he is afraid that at that moment, Yi's heart will surge or hurt himself.

I can polish the crystal but can't polish the crack in my heart, and the night is so desolate.

The sixth layer, the gold-handled drum hammer.

The drumstick in the hand of the prince of Helian beat the drum, and the nobles and ladies of the Rong concubine's birthday banquet fought one after another.

A hairpin banquet, several champion poems, she threw a cup of wine on the hall, seemingly advising Hua Gongmei, but her eyes looked at him.

"Seeking perfection, forgetting nine deaths and one life, it seems to be majestic on all sides, but it is really incomprehensible, so that I forget that I don't recognize my six relatives, I rub my five organs to the point that I don't live, I am so weak that my limbs are weak, I don't eat three meals upside down, and I finally end up looking at each other, it's better to throw - a piece of infatuation!"

In the end, the two places looked at each other, it was better to throw it, and it was infatuated.

Feng Zhiwei laughed softly.

Sometimes I have to admire my foresight.

In this moment of prosperity, I saw the vastness of the other side, and I got a glimpse of the desolation of fate early.

She gently picked up the drumstick, raised her hand, and the golden handle streaked through the bright streamer in the darkness.

"Boom."

The heaviness that can't break through the night, a dull sound.

The seventh layer, begonia sauce flatbread.

The begonia sauce flatbread in his arms blocked the secret knife of the treacherous five princes.

"Who are you saving?"

Some questions don't need to be asked, the answers are clearly there, the beauty of the country, which is more important, Ning Yi is not the emperor of the previous dynasty who poured the dynasty for his concubine, and she Feng Zhiwei is not the legendary demon concubine who tried to win the world with her own face.

That was the first time he heard about Jin Yuwei, and he reminded her in such an indifferent tone.

"We courtiers should be careful."

"If you want to live, you have to be more careful."

Feng Zhiwei, you are actually still very dull, very dull.

You can see the Chu River and Han realms across each other, and you can't see the painstaking preparations close to your side.

Feng Zhiwei slowly picked up the begonia sauce flatbread, the northern part of the imperial capital is far away, the flatbread has been stiff, hard teeth, she gnawed slowly, as if it was still the beginning, in front of the imperial study leaning on the cloister railing to eat cakes.

At that time, the flatbread was very fragrant and soft, and the smile was very relaxed, and for a moment, it was like a world away.

Eat it all in one bite.

There is no taste.

The eighth layer, pine nuts.

"Let's talk to our upstairs neighbor and get something to eat."

The owner of the pine tree, defeated by her spring-like tongue, was stripped of its nest by the wicked.

"Man is more evil than animals. Livestock rarely provoke you, betray you, trample on you, hurt you for no reason, however, people will. ”

Just as she emptied the squirrel's food for the winter when she was hungry, she naturally met someone who emptied everything for her own needs.

The world is circular, and the truth has always been like this.

The ninth layer, dried fish.

When the South China Sea first arrived, the people smashed the dried fish on the bow of the boat, but he and she had a tacit understanding to share the food.

"His Royal Highness will personally make chopsticks, Lord Wei will personally cook, and invite Lord Zhou to come on board to light the fire."

In this life, you come to me to cook with chopsticks, but it is just an ordinary housework, and people with different identities and positions seem to be singing as a luxury sound.

The tenth layer, pine pastry and mint cake.

The two very ordinary snacks, which she loves to eat, do not seem to be representative compared to the many special gifts in front of her.

She frowned and pondered for a long time, perhaps, Ning Yi just brought some of her favorite southern food?

A picture suddenly flashed in his mind, it was a man and a woman snuggling up to each other, his hand was tightly pressed on her shoulder that was not ****, and her face was firmly attached to his open chest.

On the table behind the two snugglers, there were snacks prepared for her.

Some things may not have been noticed at the time, and after a long time, the memory will be retraced, and only then will the picture flashback and find some of the original neglects.

He prepared snacks for her, waiting for her to be destined to not eat enough after the seafood banquet, but what he was waiting for was a dangerous misunderstanding.

"I will one day be a simple woman, but a simple woman is only suitable for a simple man and a simple life, and at that time, I hope to have a cottage, a few acres of fertile land, and a suitable simple person to stand up for me when I am humiliated, to cut people when I am betrayed, to slowly coax me to the fire with me when I am disappointed, to scold me impatiently when I am hurt and cry, and then to hold me and let me cry."

Scold...... Ning Yi, when I said this, you and I both knew, don't say that you are not that simple man, even I can't be that simple woman.

We laugh falsely all our lives, and we don't have the right to cry.

Who can throw away the red dust and forget to be a mortal for a hundred years?

Layer 11.

Feng Zhiwei thought it would be a box made of phoenix tail wood, but he didn't want it to be a branch, some of which were withered, mottled and had some finger marks on it.

She didn't recognize it for a long time, so she had to lift the last layer.

On the twelfth floor, a letter lies quietly.

Feng Zhiwei stared at the letter, she had read many of his letters, and at that time, in the refreshing sea breeze of the South China Sea, she had read it with joy.

Later, when I cleaned up the pirates at sea, I also revisited it countless times.

Thousands of miles to the book, you must open the mood of soft anticipation, in order to read the long memories of life.

The times are changing, things are not people, and now, the letter is there, and the mood when reading the letter is no longer there.

"Your Highness can't be said to be unaffectionate to you, but no matter how deep it is, it can't be as deep as this society, you have to think clearly."

Hua Qiong, who is smart and keen, broke through in one sentence at the moment when she was most uncontrollable and frivolous.

"I'm a person who died once, so I want to try to live a better life, I want to learn to cherish some rare thoughts in life, and I want to follow my heart once in a while."

The consequence of believing in the reins of the horse is to break through the mountains and rivers.

Now, Ning Yi, what else do you want to say?

Interpretation? Maybe; Implore? No way; Official, such as to strangers - eighty percent.

Feng Zhiwei smiled faintly in the moonlight and shadow, and finally slowly picked up the letter and read it word by word.

At first, he showed a look of "as I expected", and gradually lowered his eyebrows.

"There are scattered finger marks on the low trees outside the side hall, but you left them? You thought the tree was me? It doesn't hurt to be me, so why don't you wait for me to come and choke my throat with your fingers? ”

When I turned my head, I saw finger marks on the dead branches.

It was snowing heavily, and she wandered for a long time outside the side hall, remembering that she had stayed under the tree, and she didn't know what she had done to the tree.

It was hard for him to find the tree, to see the marks that he couldn't tell what they were, and to think of his own neck.

Feng Zhi smiled, and that smile was not in his eyes.

The imprint about him that day was really written in the vast snow, covered by the heavy snow layer by layer, and then taken away little by little by the footprints, he was Da Luo Jinxian, and he would never know.

The real thing of the heart is never opened.

Melts snow without a trace.

The hamper is empty, 12 layers of ingenuity, 12 ordinary things, all the way.

He was telling her that he had never forgotten, in exchange for her silence in the midnight prairie wind.

Where are my feelings?

You ask me, but I can't give an answer, or in the hideous blood hole on the side of the temples of that day, or in the eyes of Feng Hao in the side hall of Anping Palace, or in the lonely lonely forest at the foot of Songshan Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing, or it has already turned into the paper money that flew that day, and died with the snow.

The moonlight gradually brightened up, faint red, she sat on the ground, leaning against the window, occasionally tilting her head, and saw the dawn on the horizon, which had been replaced by bright daylight.

Eleven gifts, one letter, before you know it, it's all ****.

There were all those things scattered on the carpet, and she cleaned them up one by one, and put them all away as they were, except for what she had eaten.

couldn't help but laugh - Ning Yi lied to her again, saying that there was Feng Hao's birthday, where is it?

In the faint sunlight, her smile was no longer the usual gentle and distant, but real, slightly cool, covered with snow and plated with autumn frost.

Then she slowly covered her face, buried her head in the crook of her arm, and curled her body into a ball—a gesture to protect herself and refuse the outside world.

She didn't know.

Outside the porch, someone slept on the railing, with his hands pillowed, and a pair of colorful jewel-like eyes wide open, seeing the moonlight from the east to the west.

Someone next door sat cross-legged, palms pressed against the wall, facing the direction of her back.

==

At dawn, except for the three **** people who had not slept at night, the rest of them were full of energy.

The fullest is the Dharma Living Buddha who arrived last night, saying that the arrival was fake, and the living Buddha who was so old that his bones were crispy was sent by Helian Zheng to wrap it in a cloth bag and carry it on a fast horse.

As soon as the old guy arrived last night, he wanted to announce his existence, but he was rushed to sleep by Helian Zheng, who was worried that he was tired, and no one was allowed to disturb the living Buddha.

Yao Yao heard the sound in the direction of the front hall, it seemed to be a little boiling, Feng Zhiwei opened the door, and saw Helian Zheng sleeping in the corridor at a glance, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Helian Zheng rolled over and got up, and stretched out his hand to her, "Let's go, let's go see Dharmaala." ”

His smile is open, and his gesture of reaching out is full of tolerance, but there are thin bloodshots caused by **** sleeplessness in his eyes.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him and slowly put his hand into the crook of his arm.

Before I walked to the front hall, I saw that Peony Hua'er was full of spirit and commanded the slaves and maids to arrange guests, and a large number of carpets were placed on the ground in front of a spacious hall.

"Where are so many people?"

"It's all your grandparents, uncles, aunts, uncles, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, daughters-in-law, ......," the peony flowers came over and gushed endlessly.

"Where are so many relatives?" Helian Zheng disagreed, "From now on, those are my subordinates and people." ”

"Zada!" Someone rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Is that your Han girl, my God, it looks yellower than the lumps under the grass roots!" ”

Laughter erupted from all sides, and the brothers, who coveted the throne regardless of their power, laughed so hard that they slapped the ground and almost had their feet in the air.

"That's your concubine!" Helian Zheng drank violently, and his voice shook the hustle and bustle of the courtyard for a while, "If you don't understand the rules, get out of here immediately!" ”

Chun Yumeng and his guards roared to the center of the crowd, the sound of the long knives and iron armor clashing was crisp, and the eyes were even colder than those long knives and blades.

The voices on all sides were quieter, and some of them looked hostile.

"Jadana, are you going to use force in front of Dharmaala?" The man squinted at Helian Zheng.

Helian Zheng sneered and immediately began to roll up his sleeves, but someone pulled him.

"Zada is a steppe person, and he can't do anything in front of the living Buddha." Feng Zhi smiled and paced.

The man snorted coldly, disdainful of looking at her.

"The concubine and my subordinates are Han Chinese, so we don't necessarily need to follow certain rules." Feng Zhi straightened his sleeves slowly, and tilted his head towards Chun Yumeng.

Chun Yumeng happily "Hey! With a bang, he stepped forward and kicked over the man's desk.

"It's not pleasing to your eyes! If there's a kind of fight, just do it! ”

"Phew!" The man stood up suddenly.

The two fought together, Chun Yumeng, who was born in a family of military generals and had been taught by famous martial artists for a long time, was naturally not comparable to these undisciplined men in the grassland, and after a while, he overwhelmed people and beat them under x.

The faces of the people on all sides were angry and stupid, and Feng Zhi said lightly: "Whoever wants to fight in a group, we will accompany you." ”

Group beating, no one can beat her three thousand guards, not to mention that Chun Yumeng is also one-on-one so that the other party can't parry, everyone has to watch, the man snorted bitterly, Chun Yumeng grabbed a handful of yellow mud under the grass roots and stuffed it in his mouth, "Grandma's, see clearly, Huang?" Is it yellow? ”

Peony Hua'er stared at Chun Yumeng's back with burning eyes, and saliva flowed onto the instep of her feet, "Why didn't I realize that this child was so heroic and strong before?" Look at that question, Huang? Is it yellow? Yellow! ”

Feng Zhi glanced at her slightly, and thought to himself, Goddess, why are you so excited when you hear the word "yellow"?

"You see it clearly, huh? If you see it clearly, you can roll! Chun Yu raised his hand fiercely, smashed the guy's huge body a few feet away, and smashed it to the ground with a bang.

More than 100 people finally quieted down.

"Who the hell is this man?" Feng Zhiwei looked at the man who was still struggling to get up in the pit and asked.

"Gadd, the eldest son of Kurcha." The peony flower was attached to Feng Zhiwei's ear, "I don't want to hand over the 20,000 military powers." ”

"The royal army of the Huzhuo tribe is different from the scattered people of the rest of the tribes." Feng Zhiwei said, "In view of the support of the Huzhuo Ministry to the imperial court, Wang Jun is a separate system, and Yuzhou Grain Road is responsible for a part of the heavy grain and grass, and refuses to hand it over?" It's very simple, I'll send a letter, let Chun Yumeng hand it over to Yuzhou Grain Road, and say that the current grassland grain storage is enough, but this winter is expected to have a blizzard, and there is no large granary for storage on the grassland, so it is better to store half of it in Yuzhou Grain Depot first, and then ...... You know what to do. ”

Peony Flower was happy to move, but hesitated, "I know, deduct his 20,000 people's food, but what if we don't have enough to eat after the 20,000 troops are brought back?" ”

"Let's go again." Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly, "Chun Yumeng is going to take a part of the wedding guards to the Yuzhou camp, and when the time comes, the Inerji Department will send some random people, which can be regarded as the army of the Xiangzan Imperial Court, and Yuzhou will not deduct grain." ”

"Slightly hearted." Peony Hua'er grabbed her hand emotionally, "It's really a blessing for my family to marry you......"

Feng Zhi smiled, and suddenly saw a white shadow flashing in the distance out of the corner of her eye, but it was Zong Chen who was calling her.

She perfunctory Liu Peony said a few words, followed Zong Chen to a corner, Zong Chen said: "I have checked Kelie, after coming out of the Binggu River, he went straight to the Dharma Living Buddha of Huyin Temple, and then rushed back one step ahead of you, after you came back, he turned around, and saw that we were heavily guarded and did not try to approach, this person is indeed suspicious, you should be careful." ”

"He must have something to do with Honjile." Feng Zhiwei said, "Guard the second palace of the Potala first, I still have to deal with that old guy and a bunch of relatives." ”

Passing through the crowd, the patriarchs gathered in the courtyard for the second time, and they all saw the scene just now, but they didn't see it.

Since the Jinmeng Conference, the patriarchs have known that this woman is not easy to mess with, and these boys who are peeping at the throne of the Inji Department are about to come to an end.

The patriarchs came early in the morning to meet the old man who was one hundred and thirteen years old, the longest-lived man on the grassland, and with his wisdom and guidance, he led the people out of the predicament many times, and was highly respected and respected.

Helian Zheng's enthronement ceremony must be presided over by Dama.

"Allah!" The patriarchs crouched outside the door and respectfully greeted the house.

"Where's Zada! Zada! There was a panting sound from inside the room, calling Helian Zheng.

Helian Zheng took Feng Zhiwei's hand and entered the door.

The Living Buddha of Dharma sat on the carpet facing the door, three braziers were baking on a not too cold day, his body had shrunk to the size of a child, and he looked at the door with a clairvoyant eye that he didn't know who gave him.

As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, he was startled when he saw the huge clairvoyance in front of him.

"This woman-" Dama had already seen the huge phoenix Zhiwei in her clairvoyance, and suddenly roared, "Get out-"

Helian Zheng was stunned.

The smiles on the faces of the patriarchs froze.

The peony flower, who was about to come in, stepped on the threshold and forgot the next move.

In the silence, only Feng Zhiwei looked as usual, standing with her hands in her hands, with a slight sneer, she asked, "Why?" ”

"You are the she-wolf that lurks in the grasslands, and every tip of the hair carries an incurable poison," said the shriveled Dama hoarsely, "and the blood and the flames of war are dragging behind you, and will eventually spread to the fertile grasslands of Huzhuo, and you are the doom and trap of Zatar, and he holds you like a walking skeleton." ”

There was a gasp in the courtyard, and the Dharma Living Buddha calmed his life, divining and prophesying for countless people, but he had never used such a terrifying statement.

"Oh?" Feng Zhiwei was still in that tone, and said with a smile, "I remember that I just met you, how can you calculate it so clearly?" ”

Dama lifted his eyelids and looked at her, not breathing.

Feng Zhiwei didn't give in, and stood calmly in front of him, staring at this old bone.

"You can't be this concubine." The half-hour Dharma Living Buddha calmed down a little, "I allow you to stay by the side of Zata and be his woman, this is the greatest gift I have given you, now, you can go out." ”

"No!"

It was not Feng Zhiwei who spoke, but Helian Zheng, who had just woken up.

"She's my concubine!" He stepped forward, didn't look at anyone, and his tone was categorical, "There will be no one else!" ”

"Zada, you're crazy!" Dama Huoran sat up straight, his shriveled body seemed to be full of anger, "Do you want to die?" ”

"So what? What she-wolf? What skeletons? What dooms and pitfalls? No one knows better than me what kind of person Zhiwei is, I look forward to her being my concubine, like an eagle looking forward to flying in the heavens-Dharmaala, don't talk about this matter! Who knows if you're wrong? ”

"King!" This time it was the patriarchs who shouted angrily, Dama is the god of the grassland, and Za Ta Yan dared to question it?

"It's just that I don't want to be a concubine," some people thought that Helian Zheng didn't dare to disobey because he received the holy decree, and persuaded him bitterly, "The Han girls given by the court in the past also did not set up a concubine in the end, the grassland has the rules of the grassland, and the court has never interfered in these matters, the king, don't worry about this." ”

"I'm not afraid of the court's blame!" Helian Zheng shook his hand, "I am that sentence, there is no one else, it is her!" ”

"King! Disobeying the Living Buddha of Dharma for no reason will be punished with the whipping of the thorns in public! ”

At this time, the sound of the quarrel had already spread outside, and more than 100 grassland nobles were crowded by the door, and when they heard this, they were suddenly in an uproar, and someone shouted: "Let this Han girl get out!" ”

"Let her go!"

"The prairie doesn't raise a she-wolf with malicious intentions!"

"Get out!"

"your grandma!" Chun Yumeng jumped outside the crowd and scolded, commanding the guards to beat people, Feng Zhiwei turned his head calmly, pressed his hand to signal Chun Yumeng to be a little restless, her eyes swept over the crowd, everyone came into contact with her misty but cool and cold gaze, all of them shivered, and the insults in the mouth could no longer be said, but the eyes were still full of hostility and hatred, blocking the door and refusing to leave.

Helian Zheng sneered.

He suddenly strode towards the Dharma Living Buddha, and the patriarchs thought that he was going to be unfavorable to the Living Buddha, and they were shocked.

"The king can't—"

Helian Zheng pulled a little lama holding a thorn behind Dama with one hand, the thorn was held behind the living Buddha for many years, but no one has ever tasted it, the holy living Buddha, the people of the grassland worshipped, and no one ever thought of disobedience.

Helian Zheng grabbed the thorn strip in his hand, his eyes were a little confused for a moment, he is also a pious person under the throne of the living Buddha, he has never thought of disobeying his grandfather before today, he even expects Dama to be like his aunt, fall in love with Feng Zhiwei, so that the new generation of grassland concubines will be truly accepted by the grassland, and then fall in love with the grassland.

But things don't go as they would like in the end.

The look was confused for a moment, and then he grabbed the thorn tightly, that thing said to be a thorn, but it was actually the toughest cowhide whip, and then wrapped the thorny jujube branches with countless barbs, just like that, Helian Zheng's palm was broken, and blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

He didn't realize it, and as soon as he pulled up the blue bear patriarch Hu Tejia and walked out, Hu Tega followed inexplicably, and the people around him stupidly got out of the way.

The figure flashed, Feng Zhi slightly blocked in front of him, and said lightly: "Go back, you don't have to suffer for a false name, the eldest concubine is not a concubine, it is not so important." ”

Helian Zheng pushed her away and said with a smile: "I haven't done anything for you, you have to give me a chance." ”

Feng Zhiwei was stunned, Helian Zheng had already strode out, the blood in his palm went all the way, until he entered the courtyard outside, and in front of the eyes of more than 100 grassland nobles, he climbed on the high platform seat originally arranged for him, kicked over the case, handed over the thorn strip to Hu Tejia, took off his shirt, revealing a pale honey-colored crystal solid skin, turned over and knelt down with his back to everyone, and said loudly:

"Come on!"