Chapter 262:

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Peony flower is happy to move the color, but hesitated, "I know, withholding the food of his 20,000 people, but what should we do if we don’t have enough to eat after the 20,000 army?"
"I want to go again." Feng Zhiwei lightly smiled, "Chun Yumeng is going to take a part of the marrying guards to the Yuzhou camp, when the Erji department will randomly send someone, it is considered to be the army of the Xiangzan court, Yuzhou The side will not deduct food."
"Slightly sweethearted." Peony Huaer grabbed her hand emotionally, "It's really a blessing to marry you, my dog."
Feng Zhi smiled and suddenly saw the white shadow flashing in the distance, but Zong Chen was calling her.
She perverted Liu Mudan a few words and walked with Zongchen to a corner. Zongchen said: "After checking out Klee, he went straight to the living Buddha in Huyin Temple after coming out of the Bingu River, and then you came back one step in advance. , After you came back, he turned around, looking at our strong guard, he didn't try to approach. This person is indeed suspicious, you should be careful."
"He must be related to Hong Gilles." Feng Zhiwei said, "First guard the Potala second house, I have to deal with the old guy and a bunch of relatives."
Passing through the crowd, the patriarchs gathered in the second yard, and they all saw the scene just as if they had not seen it.
Since the Golden League meeting, the patriarchs have known that this woman is not easy to provoke. The children who are watching the throne of the Irgi Department are about to finish their dreams.
The patriarchs came here early in the morning in order to visit the Dama who rarely came out of the temple. The old guy was 113 years old this year and was the longest-lived man on the grassland. With his wisdom and guidance, he led many times The tribes are out of predicament, highly respected and respected.
Helian Zheng's throne ceremony must be presided over by Damma.
"God!" The patriarchs fell outside the door and looked respectfully into the house.
"Zada Lan! Zada ​​Lan!" There was a panting whine from inside the house, calling Helian Zheng.
He Lianzheng took Feng Zhiwei's hand and entered the door.
The living Buddha Dama sat on the carpet at the door. The three braziers were not too cold. His body had shrunk to the size of a child, and he looked at the door with a clairvoyant who did not know who gave him.
As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, he saw the huge thousands of miles in front of him, and he was startled.
"This woman..." Dama had seen the huge Feng Zhiwei from Qianli's eyes, and suddenly roared, "Get out..."
Helian Zheng was dumbfounded.
The smiles on the patriarchs' faces solidified.
The peony flower that was about to come in stepped on the threshold with one foot out, forgetting the next move.
In the silence, only Feng Zhiwei looked as usual, standing upside down with a slight sneer. She asked: "Why?"
"You are a she-wolf lurking in the grassland, and each tip of the hair carries unsolved poison." The shrivelled handful of wood-like Dama said hoarsely, "You are dragging blood and war behind you, and will eventually spread to Huzhuo's fertile grasslands, you are the robbers and traps of Zadalan, he is holding you like a walking skeleton."
In the courtyard there was a puff of air, and the Living Buddha of Dama calmed down for a lifetime, prophesying for countless people, but never used such a horrible statement.
"Oh?" Feng Zhiwei was still in that tone, smiling, "I remember I just saw you, how can you be so clear?"
Dama raised her eyelids to look at her, and she was silent.
Feng Zhiwei refused, standing quietly in front of him, staring at the old bone.
"You can't be this concubine." The living Buddha of Dammam calmed down a little bit. "I allow you to stay beside Zadalan as his woman. This is the greatest gift I gave you. Now, you can go out."
"Do not!"
It was not Feng Zhiwei who spoke, but Helian Zheng who had just sobered.
"She is my concubine!" He took a step forward without looking at anyone, with a decisive tone, "No one else!"
"Zadalan, you're crazy!" Damah Horan sat upright, and his shriveled body seemed to be filled with anger. "Do you want to die?"
"What about that? What female wolf? What skeleton? What numbers and traps? What kind of person is Zhiwei, no one knows better than me, I hope that she will be my concubine, like an eagle hoping to fly in the sky— —Damaala, don’t say this again! Who knows if you are wrong?"
"King!" This time it was the patriarchs who drank angrily. Dama was the of the grassland. How dare Zandalang dare to question?
"It's just not to be a concubine." Some people thought that Helianzheng didn't dare to violate it because he received the imperial edict, and he tried to persuade him, "There are also Chinese girls who were given by the court before. The imperial court has never interfered with these things. Don’t worry about this, King."
"I'm not afraid of the blame of the court!" He Lianzheng shook his hand, "I am that sentence, no one else, she!"
"Wang! Disobedience to the Living Buddha of Dama for no reason is to be whipped in public!"
At this time, the quarrel has spread to the outside. More than one hundred prairie nobles huddled beside the door. Hearing this sentence, some people yelled, "Let this Chinese girl go!"
"Let her go!"
"The prairie will not raise a malicious wolf!"
"roll!"
"Fuck your grandma!" Chun Yumeng scolded and jumped outside the crowd, commanding the guards to beat people, Feng Zhiwei turned his head calmly, and laid his hands to signal Chun Yumeng to be calm, her eyes glanced over the crowd, Everyone came into contact with her misty, watery, but cool, cold eyes. Ji Lingling shivered, and she could no longer express her insult, but her eyes were still full of hatred and hatred, and she refused to leave at the door.
Helian Zheng sneered.
He suddenly strode towards the Living Buddha Dama, and the patriarchs thought he would be bad for the Living Buddha and panicked.
"King, can't..."
He Lianzheng passed through a small lama holding a wattle behind Damar, and the wattle was held behind the living Buddha for many years, but no one had ever tasted it. The sacred living Buddha, the prairie people worshiped, never People have thought about going to rebellion.
Helian Zheng grabbed the wattle in his hand and his eyes were a little confused. He was also a pious people under the seat of the Living Buddha. He had never thought of going to a living Buddha like a grandfather before today. He even looked forward to Damma Like his grandmother, he loved Feng Zhiwei so that a new generation of prairie princesses would be truly accepted by the prairie and then fall in love with the prairie.