"Six years older than Jigou."
"There are some wealthy families in the Central Plains who already have many children and need to continue." Feng Zhiwei played with the rein and said leisurely, "Peony Huaer, you might as well think about it."
"I also know that if a woman stays and stays, she will become enemies. I don't know how many people I have found for her over the years." Mudan Hua'er frowned, "But you also discovered that Mei Duo is proud and arrogant. Treat her like a princess, how can she see that kind of person."
"Where did the princess come from?" Feng Zhiwei said calmly, "You must know what you are waiting for if you stay here at this age. , can't afford to delay."
Peony Hua'er gritted her teeth, remained silent for a while, clapped her hands after a while, and said decisively: "Okay! Marry!"
"Marry what?" He Lianzheng couldn't hear clearly, so he turned around and asked.
The Empress Dowager Peony lashed his horse's ass with a whip and sent him far away, "Drive!"
Seeing the Huzhuo King's Court from a distance, Feng Zhiwei was startled. He thought that the Grassland King's Court was nothing more than a group of extraordinarily gorgeous and huge tents, but on the horizon ahead, there was unexpectedly a huge white building.
On the high slope of green grass, the square and wide White Stone Palace stands tall and stretches for several miles. The tower deep in the palace pierces the extremely high blue sky, like a pure white jade sword.
"What a majestic building..." Peony Hua'er's rare nostalgia for the past, "gathers all the architectural advantages of the Forbidden City, White House, Buckingham Palace, Louvre Palace, and Potala Palace. The crystallization of high wisdom of human art... ”
"That's right, do you have a name?" Feng Zhiwei thought carefully about the pile of palace names, wondering why he hadn't seen any of them before, are they overseas
"The Second Palace of Potala." Peony Hua'er said seriously.
What kind of weird name is this
In an instant, Feng Zhiwei heard the abnormality in Liu Mudan's tone, and turned her head to see that woman was looking up at the palaces in the distance, her eyes were shining with a strange emotion.
Remembrance, bewilderment, nostalgia, sadness, loneliness, satisfaction... It is too complicated to describe.
"We used to live in tents." Peony Huaer said leisurely, "Later, I told Kuku that my hometown is very similar to this place. There are also vast grasslands as wide as the sky and sheep as white as clouds, as well as the hearts of all ethnic groups. Kuku asked me if I had been to the Potala Palace, the holy place I was looking for. I said I had no chance to go there again. Kuku said, build one here for me. The place where I live will be Huzhuo for generations to come. The Holy Land of Potala, I said you can’t desecrate the Holy Land, so let’s call it the Second Palace of Potala…”
As she talked, she gradually became shy, her blush penetrated through the thick powder, like a delicate sunset glow, her eyes were clear, and her smile was like a girl in the sun, blooming luxuriantly.
Feng Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, thinking how the love between that old Kuku king and Peony Hua'er is unique and long-lasting.
He met her on the battlefield, he made love with her in the prairie, and he walked with her for thirty years of ups and downs. He may not have said love to her, but he built a holy place for her; She scolded him every day for killing thousands of swords, but when he was actually killed by the sword, she didn't cry, but brazenly provoked the future of a tribe.
There is a kind of love that does not need to be said, the sun and the moon witness, the grassland witnesses, and the second witness of Potala.
But at this time, just in front of his and her palace, the crowds of people were like steel dragons, winding endlessly across the boundless grassland. The sunlight reflected the cold light of steel weapons, giving off an ocean-like thick black gold color.
In the spring of the plateau, the green is like washing, and the hunting is on the wind. The new generation of the grassland king and his mother and wife, bathed in the golden light, wear the rosy clouds as their capes, and the blazing sun as their crowns, galloping across, stopping the reins. The horse is on the high hill. The crowd held their breath and looked up at their heroic king in a daze.
In the silence, He Lianzheng looked down at the crowd below, his long eyebrows were raised, and his amber eyes glowed with purple, as rich as fine wine outside the Great Wall.
He suddenly laughed.
"Zhiwei! Zhiwei! I am so happy to have you by my side!"
He stretched out his hand and hugged Feng Zhiwei!
Before Feng Zhiwei could exclaim in surprise, she had already fallen into He Lianzheng's arms, and in her busy schedule, she only had time to put her hand on his chest, pretending to be "shy", and obediently lowered her face.
He Lianzheng was already laughing, holding her and speeding down.
As soon as he rides the clouds, the flying horse falls, like a black magic sword, thundering through the long grass, heading straight to his people, his silver cloak and her black fox fur slap each other and dance violently, in the dazzling sunlight Draw a flowing arc shadow.
Tens of thousands of people knelt down, shouting and gathering into a powerful hurricane that shook the world.
"king!"
In such passionate and far-reaching cheers, Feng Zhiwei could clearly hear He Lianzheng's heart beating violently, heard the wind in the prairie endlessly passing through the mountains and seas, and heard the peonies following behind, raising their heads to the sky, and calling out with a smile.
"Kuku!"
The high-spirited new king on the grassland brought his concubine to share the glory of the central government, while the dignified and luxurious Chu Palace in the imperial capital fell into a solemn and chilling atmosphere.
The people in the mansion came and went in a hurry, but no one dared to make any noise, and no one dared to disturb the closed study room—His Highness closed himself in the study room after he turned down every day. The two closed black doors There is no sound inside, and it often feels like no one is inside.
Although nothing happened, everyone felt the atmosphere was oppressive, but they didn't understand where the oppression came from—Since His Highness conquered the South, the power of the Chang family in southern Fujian has basically been eradicated. The Palace of the Prince of Chu in Central China just took this opportunity to install many cronies in the army. Together with the second-generation students of Qingming Academy who followed the King of Chu and Wei Zhi’s experience, they all arranged positions in various ministries and departments. After Wei Zhi expressed his regret for his disappearance, he also praised His Highness more. Recently, his notebook has been kept and played one by one, and it has been praised by everyone. Everyone can see that His Highness is currently the emperor. Former first person.