Jinmeng deposes the King of the Grassland, and can only abolish those who are rebellious or cowardly and useless. In the final analysis, it is for the common prosperity of the grassland. In the past, the tribes of the grassland fought again and again, which led to the death of the population and the situation of being constantly bullied by Da Yue. Once again, Hongjile is capable and powerful, and it is not impossible to support him. However, if the new king of the grassland is not a useless person, then he has to reconsider. Are he really going to fight together, destroy his homeland, and take advantage of others
Feng Zhiwei looked at He Lianzheng's eyes, and there was a faint smile. Everything that happened today, except that she dispatched Chunyumeng's subordinates to help spread gunpowder to blow up the mountain, everything else was He Lianzheng's own idea And handwriting, He Lianzheng is a proud person, she will not be willing to accept the protection of a woman, and she doesn't intend to do more about it. If He Lianzheng can't become the king of the grassland, she will reluctantly support him, but it will harm him.
So even she didn't know when He Lianzheng prepared the Huoxinlian, but she was sure that Old King Kuku never asked him to find any Huoxinlian, because according to Helianzheng once drunk Leaked, saying that he had just quarreled with Lao Tzu before coming to the Imperial Capital, and he hadn't spoken for more than a month. He ran to Ganzhou, which borders the grassland and the inland, to relax. He received his father's order from Ganzhou and went straight to the Imperial Capital.
When I was in the imperial capital, I only saw him courting relatives and climbing the wall to chase after women. I didn't think that under the appearance of that man who was leisurely and playful, he actually had a meticulous ambition to plan for a rainy day.
He Lianzheng was already walking towards the next person with his cup in his hand. It was a man in yellow clothes in his thirties. Before he could come over, he stood up abruptly, picked up his cup, and said loudly: "Brother Zadalan, you Needless to say, if you don’t want to face Kuku, you have to face you—I was bitten by a poisonous snake when I was eleven years old, and you sucked the poison. I’m here today because of the intention of the elders of the clan. It’s just to have a look, I didn’t say that I must expel you, I will do it first!” Said and drank it.
He Lianzheng laughed, drank it all in one gulp, patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and said, "My good brother, next time you are bitten by the Tugong snake, brother, I will definitely suck it hard."
Liu Mudan poked her head in while she was busy and said sharply: "You are very strong, you almost sucked my milk..."
She was immediately pushed out by Feng Zhiwei gently and decisively.
There was only a wry smile left.
The chief patriarchs of the most important clans defected one after another, and today's alliance is doomed to be fruitless, Hongjile's face was very ugly, he pondered for a while, and silently glanced at a guard at the door of the tent.
The man was about to move, but Zhiwei seemed to move a step unintentionally, blocking the way of the man, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"
Hong Jile shouted coldly in the tent: "Women are not allowed to interrupt in the Jinmeng tent, no matter who you are, get out!"
The patriarchs all showed approval and looked at Feng Zhiwei with disgust.
"Oh? Is that so?" Feng Zhi smiled and looked at those people, "In the Jinmeng Tent? Women are not allowed to interrupt?"
She raised her hand suddenly.
A black light flashed.
It was like a stream arc passing through the wide tent, followed by a crackling sound, and then a large piece of cloth felt crashed down, and the patriarchs who were leaning on the side of the tent jumped up in surprise, but were still smashed by the falling tent above their heads. full head.
The chaos returned to calm after a long while, and everyone realized that the smiling and calm concubine just now cut down half of the tent with a raised hand!
That kind of cutting method is extremely ingenious, and the other half of the tent is actually intact. There are felt tents, cloth and fine wood piled all over the ground. Nothing fell on her or those around her.
The woman sitting in a dignified posture didn't even look at the sacred Jinmeng main tent that she destroyed just by raising her hand, she just looked at Hongjile with a smile, and said indifferently: "Look, Lord Patriarch, I'm not in the Jinmeng tent now, I can intervene now ?"
She is indeed not in the "tent" now, and the small half of the tent she was in has been cut off by her.
There were only long and short breaths left in the half of the tent, and even the breathing seemed not so smooth—if He Lianzheng gave the patriarchs the shock that they were caught off guard, what Feng Zhiwei gave them was a thunderbolt on the top of their heads .
In the eyes of the proud prairie patriarch, women are decorations, and the women in the Central Plains are not even decorations—like porcelain, it will break when touched.
Now this Han female princess who looks more fragile than porcelain is soft and soft like a cloud hanging on the tip of grass, except for the first sentence when she appeared, people can't help but look at her more Afterwards, she has been acting as quiet and ordinary as her appearance, not wanting to make a move at first, and directly teach them what is quiet and sturdy.
"Now." Feng Zhiwei sat in the fragments of a tent, smiled and said calmly to the patriarchs in the opposite half of the tent, "I followed your rules, and it's your turn to follow my rules—listen carefully. I speak, and I speak only once."
"You are holding this stupid Golden League Conference today, and you are counting on Hongjile Jinpeng to lead you to re-divide the grassland. From then on, you will live in water and grass, grow up in the wind, and prosper from generation to generation... It is a beautiful dream." The black-robed woman's eyes were dark. , there was a faint sneer, and he didn't look at the pale patriarchs, "What kind of cake did Hongjile draw for you? The big clan promised rich grasslands, and the small clan promised heavy profits, food and silk, right?"
The house was silent, it was obvious that was it.
"What do you want to provoke?" Hongjile sneered, "Old King Kuku is unfair in allocating the pastures and dealing with things unfairly. The family heads have been bullied for a long time, so it's not just a few random words of yours that will be useful!"
Feng Zhiwei ignored him, and casually drew a simple map of the territory distribution of the twelve tribes of Huzhuo on the ground with a wooden stick, and said indifferently: "Come on, let's deduce how the future King Hongjile will promise to distribute your territory. —Here, here, here." She pointed to several territories close to the royal court, "Maybe it will be reserved for the Firefox, Blue Bear and Iron Leopard clans?"
Several patriarchs remained silent, Hu En frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
"That's right, that's right." Feng Zhi smiled and compared pictures, "Well, according to the power and role ratio of everyone, the iron leopard must be here, and when King Hongda occupies the royal court, he will definitely join forces with the fire fox and wolf to wipe out the blue bird and white deer. , so the fire fox must extend southward, occupying the pasture of the blue bird next door, and on the right, the power of the wolf extends northward to replace the white deer, ah... Congratulations to Mr. Hu En, you have wolves on the left and foxes on the right. Rivers and lakes."