Peony was excited, but hesitated, "I know, it's good to deduct the food of his 20,000 troops, but what should we do if we don't have enough food after the 20,000 troops are brought back?"
"Go again." Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly, "Chunyumeng is going to take a part of the wedding guards to the Yuzhou Camp, and when the time comes, the Yin'erji Department will randomly send out some people, which can be regarded as supporting the imperial army. The side will not withhold food."
"Wei Wei's sweetheart." Peony Hua'er grabbed her hand emotionally, "It's my lucky dog to marry you..."
Feng Zhi smiled, and suddenly saw a white shadow in the distance from the corner of his eyes, but it was Zong Chen who was calling her.
She perfunctory Liu Mudan, followed Zong Chen to a corner, Zong Chen said: "I checked Ke Lie, after coming out of Binggu River, he went straight to Huyin Temple Dama Living Buddha, and then rushed back one step ahead of you." , After you came back, he was walking around, seeing that we were heavily guarded, so he didn't try to approach him, this person is indeed suspicious, you should be careful."
"He must have something to do with Hongjile." Feng Zhiwei said, "First guard the Potala Second Palace, I have to deal with that old guy and a bunch of relatives."
Passing through the crowd, the patriarchs gathered in the yard for the second time, and they all saw the scene just now, and they all pretended not to see it.
Since the Golden League Conference, the patriarchs have known that this woman is not easy to mess with, and the boys in the Yinerji tribe who are peeping at the throne are about to come to an end.
The patriarchs came here early in the morning to meet Dama, who seldom goes out of the temple. The old man is 113 years old this year and is the longest-lived person on the grassland. With his wisdom and guidance, he has led many times The people of the tribe have come out of the predicament, and they are highly respected and respected.
He Lianzheng's enthronement ceremony must be presided over by Dama.
"Allah!" The patriarchs bowed outside the door, and respectfully greeted the inside of the house.
"Where is Zha Dalan! Zha Dalan!" A panting voice came from inside the room, calling out to He Lianzheng.
He Lianzheng took Feng Zhiwei's hand and went in.
Living Buddha Dama was sitting on the carpet facing the door, heating three braziers on a not too cold day, his body had shrunk to the size of a child, and he was looking at the door with a clairvoyance that he didn't know who gave him.
As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, she saw the huge clairvoyant in front of her, and was startled.
"This woman..." Dharma had already seen the gigantic Feng Zhiwei from clairvoyance, and suddenly roared, "Get out..."
He Lianzheng 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 stepped out, forgetting the next move.
In the silence, only Feng Zhiwei looked as usual, standing with her hands behind her back, with a slight sneer, she asked, "Why?"
"You are a she-wolf lurking in the grassland, every hair tip carries an unsolvable poison." Dama said hoarsely, as shriveled as a stick of firewood, "Blood and flames of war trail behind you, and will eventually spread to the Huzhuo's fertile grassland, you are the catastrophe and trap of Zadalan, he holds you like a walking skeleton."
There was a panting sound in the courtyard. Living Buddha Dama had spent his entire life in peace, divination and prophecy for countless people, but he had never used such chilling words.
"Oh?" Feng Zhiwei still had the same tone, and said with a smile, "I remember I just saw you, how can you count it so clearly?"
Dharma raised his eyelids and looked at her without saying a word.
Feng Zhiwei refused to give in, and stood calmly in front of him, staring at the old bone.
"You can't be this big concubine." Dama Tulku calmed down a little after a while, "I allow you to stay by Zadalan's side and be his wife. This is the greatest gift I have given you. Now, you can go out."
"No!"
It was not Feng Zhiwei who spoke, but He Lianzheng who had just woken up.
"She is my concubine!" He took a step forward, without looking at anyone, his tone was firm, "There will be no one else!"
"Zadalan, you are crazy!" Dama suddenly sat up straight, his withered body seemed to be filled with anger, "Are you looking for death?"
"So what? What kind of she-wolf? What kind of skeleton? What doom and trap? 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 high in the sky— Dharma Allah, don't talk about this again! Who knows if you made a mistake?"
"King!" This time it was the patriarchs who shouted angrily. Dama is the God of the Grassland. How dare Zha Dalan question it
"It's just that I don't want to be a concubine." Some people thought that He Lianzheng didn't dare to disobey because of the imperial decree, and persuaded him earnestly, "In the past, there were Han women bestowed by the imperial court who did not become concubines in the end. The grassland has the rules of the grassland. , the imperial court has never interfered with these matters, so please don’t worry about this, Your Majesty.”
"I'm not afraid of being blamed by the court!" He Lianzheng waved his hands, "I'm just saying that, no one else but her!"
"My king! If you disobey Dama Tulku without any reason, you will be punished with thorns in public!"
At this time, the sound of quarreling had already spread outside, and more than a hundred grassland nobles crowded around the door. Hearing this sentence, they suddenly burst into laughter, and someone shouted: "Let this Han girl go!"
"Let her go!"
"The grassland will not raise a malicious she-wolf!"
"roll!"
"Fuck your grandma!" Chunyu Meng jumped and cursed outside the crowd, directing the guards to beat them up, Feng Zhiwei turned her head calmly, pressed her hands to signal Chunyu Meng to be calm, her eyes scanned the crowd, Everyone who came into contact with her misty but cold eyes made Lingling shudder, and could no longer utter the insults, but the eyes were still full of hostility and hatred, blocking the door and refusing to leave.
He Lianzheng sneered.
He suddenly strode towards Dama Tulku, the patriarchs thought he was going to harm the Tulku, and panicked.
"King, you can't..."
However, He Lianzheng took a little lama behind Dama holding a twig. The twig was held behind the living Buddha for many years, but no one had ever tasted it. The sacred living Buddha was worshiped by the grassland people. People thought about disobedience.
He Lianzheng held the twig in his hand, and his eyes were a little confused for a moment. He is also a pious citizen under the seat of the living Buddha. Before today, he had never thought of disobeying the living Buddha like his grandfather. Just like his grandmother, he loves Feng Zhiwei, so that the new generation of princesses in the grassland will be truly accepted by the grassland, and then fall in love with the grassland.