Dama was startled, but before he could figure out what to do, Feng Zhiwei had already passed by.
The prairie king’s enthronement ceremony is not as cumbersome and courteous as in the Central Plains. Twelve armies lined up to demonstrate military power, and twelve tribe chiefs offered gifts. Dama put the crisp cheese in the golden basin on the new king’s forehead to pray for the year of the grassland. In a good year, we will perform some oracles, and then we will eat, drink, dance and have fun, and hold a grand riding, shooting and hunting event. It will be lively for three days and three nights, and it will be over.
He Lianzheng came here with the power to slaughter the Pixiu tribe, and he was surrounded by two brave tribes, the blue bear and the iron leopard, which shocked those brothers in the tribe who were ambitious and coveted the throne. It must be watertight.
Now there are only eleven of the twelve armies left, and they are lined up in a square formation at Gaogang, each with gold, blue, white, red, blue, black, light gray, dark gray, yellow, moon white, Green eleven-coloured leather armor, well-formed, military mighty as iron, holding a long curved knife, the tip of the knife reveals a thick black gold color, spreads out boundlessly under the sun, and it dazzles with light every time it falls The sea was churning, forcing people to dare not open their eyes.
He Lianzheng's golden-cloaked black horse and silver fox cloak danced and hunted. With a long laugh, he galloped down from Gao Gang. Wherever he passed, everyone knelt down and raised their palms.
The horseshoes flew, splashing the turf, and He Lianzheng's horse galloped to whichever square, and that square brazenly drew its sword to the sky. In the sound of "chacha", the eleven-colored sabers were like drills, turning layer by layer Stacked like waves, He Lianzheng is the only tide-rider on the top of the waves, overlooking the top of the waves, all the waves are under his feet.
The boys of the prairie were convinced, and the eyes of the girls of the prairie were shining.
After reading it in a circle, the new king ascended the throne, and the red carpet and gold table were spread on the high platform, and the patriarchs presented their gifts in order of age.
They are just special local products from their respective territories, to show that they will dedicate the most precious things they need to survive to the new king.
He Lianzheng smiled gracefully, and praised each patriarch greatly. Dama Living Buddha sat beside him, with a faint smile on his wrinkled old face.
The last one to come up was the Firefox patriarch Kret.
The young man, wearing a fiery red leather robe and black fox fur, made his face, which is very different from that of a prairie boy, even more charming. His slender and rippling eyes are full of smiles, and a piece of black gold carved into the shape of a flying eagle is held in his hand on a gold plate.
All the patriarchs are envious - there is a small black gold mine in the territory of Firefox, so besides the golden lion among the twelve tribes, the Firefox tribe is the richest.
"Dedicate to the supreme king the most precious treasure that our people rely on for survival." Kled held Ugin above his head with an elegant and humble demeanor.
He Lianzheng stared at him, slightly bent the corners of his lips, and said, "Brother Kelie, you don't need to be too polite. You are the youngest patriarch of my Huzhuo tribe. In the future, brothers will rely on you more."
"I would like to be encouraged by the king." Kelei retreated with a smile.
Someone offered a golden basin filled with pure white cheese, and Dama Tulku stood up tremblingly.
He Lianzheng turned his head and smiled and ordered the female slave beside him: "Don't help Dama Allah..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his complexion suddenly changed, and then everyone saw a bluish color appear between his brows. Amidst the exclamation, He Lianzheng swayed, and suddenly fell down!
There was an uproar, and the patriarchs rushed forward, Dama Rinpoche was shocked and nearly knocked down the golden basin.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The Blue Bear patriarch and others surrounded He Lianzheng and called repeatedly. Some people rushed into the royal court without touching the ground and dragged out the medical officer and witch doctor. These people squeezed in sweating profusely. The pulse-taking, the divination, the divination, the Tiaoshen, and the Tiaoshen Tiaoshen were busy, but they couldn't explain He Lianzheng's situation at all. After a long while under the anxious urging of the patriarchs, the medical officer of the Wang court finally concluded. Stammeringly said: "Your Majesty seems... seems to be unable to..."
"What's going on?" Everyone asked anxiously, the patriarchs of the Blue Bird and White Deer tribes immediately exchanged winks, rearranged the guards of the royal army, and blocked all the nobles who came to inquire about the news from the stage. .
"Let me take a look, let me take a look..." Living Buddha Dama was being helped to approach panting, and everyone hurried to get out of the way. Checking his pulse, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"My child... my child..." the old lama burst into tears, "you shouldn't have gone like this, why did you do this? Could it be that the ominous dark cloud has covered your head so early?"
This made the patriarchs look at each other in dismay, and couldn't help thinking of He Lianzheng's disobedience to God's will two days ago and blatantly sentenced himself to be whipped. Someone said hesitantly: "Could it be that the gods blamed it..."
"What kind of god blame!" Someone squeezed in and shouted, "Looking at the king's face, it seems that he has been poisoned. It is clear that someone has murdered him. Let's see who has approached the king today!"
It was Kret who spoke.
"My son..." Peony Hua'er ran up from the stage below with Ba Biao, kicking and kicking people away all the way, rushed to hug He Lianzheng and cried, "What's wrong with you, It's been fine this morning..."
"Princess." Jia De, whose face was still bruised by Chunyu's beating the day before yesterday, squeezed in, rolled He Lianzheng's eyelids, and said worriedly: "Don't cry, I heard that the Central Plains poisoned her." Everyone has an antidote, so it's important to find out the person who committed the murder first, and save the king."
"Who can the king meet this morning?" Although the nobles of the Yinerji family were immediately stopped by the Wang Jun, they could see clearly what happened just now, and someone immediately straightened their necks and shouted: "He came directly from the royal court. , isn't it the people around you who live together!"
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a moment of silence, and then it exploded like hot oil splashed into cold water.
"Who else is there beside the king? For three days before and after the establishment of the concubine, the concubine will be in bed!"
"Who was with the king when he came out of the apse this morning?"
"Empress!"
"Slaves also have waiters!"
"A female slave can't get close to the king's body!"
"Call over all the female slaves who have served the king this morning!" Gard began to command on his own initiative, "Torture severely."
The panicked female slaves were dragged over, shrinking to the ground and trembling one by one.
"Longevity is heaven, the king's clothes were arranged by the concubine herself this morning."