After Feng Sujin made an analysis in her mind, she decided to enter the Dakun tribe first.
After she entered the Dakun tribe with Maomao, she unknowingly walked into Leader Liang's sphere of influence, and unknowingly walked outside Qiu Wenzheng's tent.
Feng Sujin felt that all her actions seemed to be somewhat involuntary.
Maybe subconsciously she wanted to get closer to the aura related to Jun Mohan.
Maybe she always felt that Qiu Wenzheng knew Jun Mohan's whereabouts.
Or maybe her heart was too lonely and empty, and she wanted to find something about Jun Mohan.
She felt that Qiu Wenzheng must have hidden a lot of things.
Otherwise, why is it such a coincidence that he is here
Feng Sujin stood not far from the tent, and she didn't know how long she stood there.
When she came back to her senses, she discovered a problem, that is, the Dakun tribe was extremely quiet tonight.
Is it the calm before the storm, or something else
While she was deep in thought, she heard the patrolling guards talking around her.
"It's the cold season when we can relax."
"Everyone has a good meal tonight, eat and drink well, and we will start fighting again after midnight."
"The brothers from a few days ago are all gone, and a fight broke out soon after. We don't know if we can come back alive."
"Our Dakun tribe has been like this for a long time, and we are used to fighting and fighting, but we haven't fought so fiercely and powerfully in the past years..."
"Have a drink, it's time to set off firecrackers. Hankun Festival, our important festival in Kunming, is time to be lively..."
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The soldiers and guards spoke in seemingly happy words, but their tone was as solemn and desolate as if they were going to die.
Feng Sujin's expression changed. She knew that Dakunbu was now in disarray, with too many people dead and injured, but no one could control this situation.
Because the forces of the Dakun tribe are scattered, no one wants to be destroyed, and no one wants to be led by other leaders. After all, there are frictions and hatreds between leaders.
He must be dissatisfied with everyone, and would rather drag everyone to fight than compromise.
Therefore, the political situation of the Dakun tribe can only be unified through war and blood donation.
It turned out to be the cold season, so it was so peaceful.
Some words Jun Mohan said before flashed in Feng Sujin's mind.
He had told her that the Hankun Festival of the Dakun tribe was very important, even more important than the New Year in the empire, because it was the most traditional festival of the Dakun tribe. They believed in the God of Dakun. Legend has it that the God of Dakun stipulated that thousands of years ago, no one should be allowed to do anything on this day. There is any war.
Feng Sujin had been outside for who knows how long, and she was a little distracted.
She didn't come back to her senses until the "cracking" firecrackers sounded.
Such a lively day reminded her of her time in Beiquan City and in the empire, when Jun Mohan would accompany her during all festivals.
Feng Sujin's expression was a little sad, and she walked forward quietly, approaching Qiu Wenzheng's tent.
Because there would be no war on this day, the guards were relaxed, and everyone would not notice that someone like Feng Sujin appeared.
Feng Sujin originally wanted to knock on the door and go in, but she smelled a familiar fragrance.
It's the aroma of dumplings.
She always felt that the fragrance was the same as in her memory.
Her expression condensed and she quickly opened the door.
After opening the door, Feng Sujin quickly looked around every corner inside, but there was only Qiu Wenzheng and a woman, not Jun Mohan.
Qiu Wenzheng didn't seem surprised when he saw Feng Sujin appear, "You're here."