Liu Mudan looked at her in despair, and suddenly lowered her hand, the cloth strap fell to the ground, she seemed to have lost all her strength, and slumped down on the bed, covering her face with her hands, for a long while, pearl-like tears flashed between her fingers.
"Chamutu can't stay... all my sons can't stay..." She choked up and said, "Dama Living Buddha said, Brother Zadaranke, but if one day he can't become a brother, the brother will definitely conquer him..."
Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and said for a while, "Your seven dead sons..."
Liu Mudan could only sob.
Feng Zhiwei took a step back, looking at this normally playful and flirtatious woman, this seemingly heartless person who personally killed her seven children for the smooth growth of her eldest son
"The words of strange powers and gods should not be trusted." Feng Zhiwei took a while to recover his voice.
Liu Mudan shook her head in despair, "No...you can't be wrong, after Zha Dalan's third brother was born, he looked cute, and my heart softened for a while... But that year Zha Dalan fell off the cliff and almost died..."
"I don't understand." Feng Zhiwei said slowly for a long time, "Why do you have to keep He Lianzheng, and give up so many lives that are also sons."
"The Huzhuo tribe has rules, and the eldest son is the one with the most right to inherit." Liu Mudan said in a low voice, "The twelve tribes of Huzhuo have a complicated composition, and there will be bloodshed for each generation, and sometimes it will even last for several generations. The most appealing, and the most acceptable to the tribe, can avoid many disputes, so as long as the eldest son is not an idiot, basically the throne is his after birth. Living Buddha Ma said auspiciously, saying that this is a man of fate, Zha Dalan, he cannot die."
Her mournful narration resounded in the still night, her voice was small, but it made a rumbling sound from the bottom of her heart. Feng Zhiwei stood for a long time, sighed, and hugged her shoulders.
Liu Mudan threw herself on her body, bursting into tears, but held back and kept silent, her thin shoulders twitched uncontrollably, like a butterfly with its wings down in winter, it was unbelievable, it was such thin shoulders that made no sound Carrying the important task of thriving a tribe, carrying the seven innocent lives of his own flesh and blood.
In the silent night, she stretched her fingers towards the throats of those smiling and trusting children, did they also convulse at the same moment
"Chamutu... can't stay... Kuku's grassland, don't fall into danger..." Liu Mudan's tears had already soaked Feng Zhiwei's clothes, but her tone gradually became firmer, "This child knows it at a glance. Fate is hard... I killed my father when I was pregnant with him. The night I threw him in the royal court, there were enemies everywhere, but he rolled under the bed and was safe. The maid could not find him afterwards, and maybe he starved to death under the bed. But when the maid came into the room and was about to come out, he cried loudly... such a hard life, Zadalan... can't bear it..."
The room was quiet except for Liu Mudan's low sobs. Feng Zhiwei hugged her and looked up at the red and gold dome with helpless and sad eyes. Gu Nanyi stood by the door, as if he was thinking deeply. I understand why there are mothers who protect Gu Zhixiao from death, and there are mothers who hold Chamutu in their arms and send him to die.
"No!"
With a loud shout, a whirlwind suddenly rose up behind him, and the whirlwind rushed towards him, grabbed Chamutu from Liu Mudan's arms, and stuffed it into Feng Zhiwei's arms.
He Lianzheng has arrived.
"Grandma!" He knelt down beside the bed with a thud, banging his head on the edge of the bed, his voice changed in pain, "Don't kill Chamutu, my life, don't let my brother give it up with his life!"
"Zha Dalan." Liu Mudan vented, calmed down, wiped her tears and snot, and wiped viciously on the brocade quilt, "If you don't want it, you have to! You have already sacrificed so many, there is no reason to fall short!"
"No one can beat me!" He Lianzheng said loudly, "Don't believe that!"
"I know, ah, dear, the last one, the last one." Liu Mudan touched He Lianzheng's face.
"No!"
If it weren't for the sadness in his heart, Feng Zhiwei would have almost laughed out loud, this conversation really sounded like a mother coaxing her son to eat.
The grassland royal family also has such profound helplessness and desolation...
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Liu Mudan couldn't persuade her for a long time, and suddenly turned her face and kicked He Lianzhen over, "Before your father died, I promised to guard this grassland for him and protect you. Don't hesitate, if you kid dare to talk to me again, I will divorce your father and don't want you!"
"A dead person, you can rest as long as you like!" He Lianzheng also turned his face, choked and drew out a long knife and lay it across his neck, "I'm tired of exchanging my life for my life, so I'll give it back to you whoever you want to kill!" Just kill whoever!"
"You!" Liu Mudan frowned.
"Me!" He Lianzheng burst into anger.
Someone suddenly pulled the knife out of He Lianzheng's hand lightly.
"What are you arguing about?" It was Young Master Gu who drew the knife, and Feng Zhiwei who spoke, she blinked at Liu Mudan, "Dragon Concubine, look what happened, who is going to shout to kill you in person like this?" Ken? Think long term, long term."
Turning around, she blinked at He Lianzheng again, "You live well, don't your mother worry that you will be restrained? Why are you arguing here?"
Liu Mudan has realized—the daughter-in-law is implying that if I can't kill him now, maybe she will help me solve it later.
He Lianzheng realized - my wife is implying that if I snatch Chamutu into my hands, I will not be able to harm my mother.
Both of them were relieved, An An got up steadily, Feng Zhiwei turned and left, and the child was carried into Young Master Gu's arms logically, "Raise with Gu Zhixiao."
Before the two of them could say anything, there was a sudden noise in the distance.
An old voice panted, "Hurry up, hurry up, that Han girl from the Central Plains, hurry up and give it to me..."
His voice was drowned in Chunyu Meng's long and thick report.
"His Royal Highness the King of Chu expedites the gift within 800 miles, and please deliver it to Princess Shunyi..."
The sound was thick and long, spreading throughout the entire royal court, and it sounded in the middle of the night, as if afraid that no one would hear it.
Both He Lianzheng and Gu Nanyi went to see Feng Zhiwei at the same time, Feng Zhiwei turned his face halfway, looking at the bunch of flowers outside the window, unable to see the expression on her face clearly.