After meeting with Duren, Han Feng turned his gaze to the others behind Tan Bo, and he saw another familiar face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In order to show his sincerity, the Northern Dynasty gave a group of half-Yi women as gifts, and it is obvious that Yu Tianxing is the leader of these half-Yi women.

More than a dozen flower-like women added a lot of vitality to the palace, and even Manghou's eyes were a lot more lively. Men don't know what difference a half-yi woman has compared to a normal woman after being brainwashed by Liu Quan, and beauty is currently the best drug. Han Feng had a headache, but he was also happy to see that there were many "own people" in the palace. It is true that these people are Liu Quan's eyeliner, but they are also not Manghou's people.

Like Duren, Yu Tianxing also cried profusely. Tears welled up and washed her makeup into a mess, but even so, her beauty was still the best in the palace - of course, this was only because of Liji's temporary absence.

When Han Feng was receiving distinguished guests from Lidu in the palace, Lijiao was in the dormitory looking at the new message from the flying pigeons near Xiangcheng. Everything was going according to Han Feng's plan, the problem of military rations had been completely solved, and in the days to come, Zijin would also be sent from Fangyu Village to Fengguan Mangcheng once every three months.

Relieved, she rubbed her skinny shoulders, her fingers touching the smooth satin. She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite, and the woman in the mirror was dressed in brocade, painted with heavy makeup, and her face had a maturity that should not belong to this age. Her small face was covered with thick powder, and her eyebrows, which were as white as paper, were dotted with cinnabar. She was slightly distracted, until the palace maid came and asked her to go to the main hall of the palace, as the lord of **, to officially accept those half-yi women.

As a priest of the Yi tribe, Lijiao doesn't like half-Yi women, she does sympathize with them, but deep down in her heart, she is very strange to them, and in this strangeness, she even has some respect for them. Therefore, when she stood in the center of the main hall and stood beside Han Feng, she didn't know how to deal with everything in front of her at all.

The half-imitated women knelt down as if worshipping the gods, and wept at her, as if the children who had not seen their relatives for a long time had finally found their mother, and they were eager to throw themselves into her arms one by one, rubbing her tears and snot. Li Jiao He had encountered this kind of situation, after all, she was still a little girl who didn't know anything, and when she saw a group of women rushing over, her first reaction was to hide behind Han Feng, but she didn't use the insect repellent technique, so that these half-yi girls who didn't know the height of the sky fell to the ground one by one and died without illness.

And the other men in the main hall were also "frightened" a lot, and no one expected that the half-yi girl would have such an almost pathological fanaticism for Liji. Han Feng may have guessed a little, but he was not mentally prepared enough. He had seen how Yu Tianxing and those half-yi girls sacrificed their lives for mercy, so he patted Lijiao's shoulder to comfort him, and said in a low voice: "Just get used to it." ”

Lijiao smiled bitterly and made a rude gesture to everyone, and then methodically arranged for people to bring these headache-giving women in**.

This time, the Northern Dynasty came to give gifts, the big gifts were for the city, and the small gifts were for the people, since the gifts had been accepted, the next thing Han Feng should consider was how to take over the capital.

Between the meals, Tan Bo sat under Manghou, but was listed in front of the five divisions. This is a respect for his status as a guest, and at the same time, it clearly tells him that he is only a guest in Fengguan Mangcheng, and has not become his own. When Tan Bo toasted, the wine glass was shaking, he always wanted to say something, but he never dared to say anything, his whole person was in a dilemma, which everyone knew.

Obviously, Tan Bo couldn't let go of the position of the capital lord, but he also knew that Manghou was very likely not to let him continue to do it. Of the people at the table, the only person he could rely on was Han Feng, but he didn't have too much impression of this kid who grew up under his nose...... And for him now, no impression is even more reassuring than having an impression, after all, he was powerful when he left the capital, and he did not treat prisoners well. He only begged Han Feng to be like himself, and to remember everything that happened in Lidu vaguely.

Tan Bo hoped that everyone would not see him, so as to forget that the capital lord still needed to be replaced, but what kind of people were Manghou, Han Feng, and Zhan Zhongqi, how could they easily let go of such a big piece of fat.

In front of the "guests", Manghou always wanted to give face to Emperor Han, and after three rounds of drinking, he glanced at Lang Tianye slightly, and then asked Han Feng: "May I ask if the Holy Lord has a choice for the master of the capital?"

The candidates had been agreed upon in advance, and Manghou asked such a sentence just to go through the motions. Han Feng naturally understood his thoughts, so he followed the words from Zhan Zhongqi and said with a smile: "Mincao Xu Wenhuan is careful and familiar with fortifications, so he should be able to take on the position of the master of the capital. Xu Wenhuan is a cousin of Xu Yun, the Sikou of the Western Dynasty, and now he is a civil Cao, in charge of Mangcheng house repair, farm tool production, etc.

Manghou bowed his head with satisfaction and said: "Xu Wenhuan is indeed capable, since this is the case, I will order him to go to the post on a certain day." Uncle Tan, he is a newcomer for the first time, and I hope you can mention it more. ”

This last sentence was said to Tan Bo, who was drinking the soup, with a flick of his wrist, the spoon was off, and the soup juice flowed down his beard and dripped. He hurriedly put down the spoon, clasped his fists with both hands, and said with a forced smile: "Don't dare, don't dare." The villain must do his best to assist Lord Xu. ”

Manghou smiled: "Uncle Tan is polite, in terms of seniority, you are still our senior, where do you need to be so modest? From now on, it's only when we Fengguan Mangcheng is our own home, and we should enjoy the blessings, hahaha. ”

Tan Bo's face became worse and worse, but he didn't dare to attack in front of Manghou, he picked up a towel and wiped the spilled soup, bowed his head and said, "I'm old." ”

However, this sentence was hidden in Manghou's angry laughter, and few people heard it, not to mention that before he finished speaking, Han Feng opened his mouth again: "Aiqing, the departure from the capital lord has been decided, but there is still a lack of a few right-hand men under his command." This old friend of mine, although his feet are disabled, but he is full of wealth and knows everything about the capital, he is the best choice for the clerk, I don't know what to think?" he stretched out his hand and pointed to Durham, who was sitting at the end of the banquet.

All of a sudden, everyone turned their heads to look at the young man who was in a wheelchair. Duren is not an official position, and he was able to participate in the banquet because of his special status. The people in the room are as unattainable as the stars in the sky, he is like sitting on pins and needles, for fear of saying and doing wrong, so even though the wine and food in front of him are tempting, he always sits upright, and the chopsticks are neatly placed at hand, and he has not even moved. Joy and nervousness made him unable to concentrate on listening to the people at the table, so it wasn't until everyone looked at him that he suddenly realized that his brother had pushed himself to the cusp!

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