"The flower garland of the daughter of Barbarian King Meng Huo?"
Feng Yong touched his chin and said to himself in confusion, "Why did she come to me?"
"We've already been here once today," Zhao Guang said first. "As soon as my brother left for the city, she came right back. Looking at her appearance, she must see him."
"Not to mention her, even her master Meng Huo, I have never seen him before."
Mentioning her father Meng Huo, Feng Yong remembered a doubt that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, "So Meng Huo's surname is Meng, but her daughter's surname is Hua? Wenxuan, do you know the twists and turns?"
Li Yi nodded, "I know a thing or two. The big clans in Nanzhong will all marry with the Yi tribes to echo each other and strengthen their momentum. Meng Huozi is no exception. He has many wives and concubines in his name."
"There is a wife among them, named Mrs. Zhu Rong. It is said that she is the queen of Zhu Rong. The tribe she belongs to is called the Zhu Rong tribe. Mothers are respected and daughters are valued. Mrs. Zhu Rong is the head of the Zhu Rong tribe. Women in her tribe do not marry outside, only
Recruiting husband and son-in-law."
Isn’t that a son-in-law?
Feng Yong murmured in his heart, he didn't expect that Meng Huo was also a visiting son-in-law?
"In order to win over the Zhu Rong tribe, Meng Huo married Mrs. Zhu Rong. According to their own customs, Mrs. Zhu Rong still leads the Zhu Rong tribe on weekdays and does not live in the Meng family permanently, and Meng Huo does not need to live in the Zhu Rong tribe."
"If two people want to meet each other, they will come to each other's house. Either Mrs. Zhu Rong goes to Meng's house to find Meng Huo, or Meng Huo goes to Zhu Rong's department to find Mrs. Zhu Rong. They don't interfere with each other."
It sounds a lot like the walking marriages of certain ethnic groups in Southwest China in later generations, right?
But think about it, this is the Southwest. Could it be that this is a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years?
"The two of them later gave birth to a daughter, Hua Wan, who took her mother's surname. If she became a tribal leader in the future, she would be called Mrs. Zhurong just like her mother."
"So, this Huawan is not only the legitimate daughter of the Meng family, but also the young prince of the Zhurong clan?"
"exactly."
"That's the case, then I really can't do it without seeing her." Feng Yong nodded, "Please invite her in."
Hua Wan, who was waiting impatiently outside, saw Li Yi walking out of the camp and immediately went to greet him. He said crisply, "Brother Li family, has Feng Langjun returned to the camp?"
At the same time, I thought to myself, if Feng Mingwen dares to say that he is not here, then I will make it public and say that he dare not see me, which will embarrass him to death.
The Li family and the Meng family both have the same surnames in Nanzhong, and the two families look up and down, and their status is quite similar in terms of their family background.
Therefore, it is appropriate for Huawan to call Li Yi "Brother".
"Hua Niang, my brother has returned to the camp. Please come into the camp."
Li Yi extended his hand and said in greeting.
Hua Wan felt happy, nodded and said, "Okay, please ask Brother Li to lead the way."
As soon as she entered the military commander's tent, several pairs of eyes came to her from the tent.
However, Hua Wan has no stage fright. Every time her big and seductive eyes flicker, her long, slightly upturned eyelashes jump up and down in confusion.
She looked at the man in the middle curiously and asked, "Is it Mr. Feng?"
"Exactly."
Feng Yong raised his hand and saluted, "Feng Yong has seen the flower lady."
Hua Wan blinked, tilted her head slightly, as if she was remembering something, then scratched her hair again, and then she bent down and performed a nondescript blessing ceremony.
At the same time, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I forgot how to salute you Han people. I didn't learn how to do it."
Hearing this, not only Feng Yong, but also several other people in the tent smiled kindly, feeling that the young gentleman from the Zhu Rong tribe in front of him was actually straightforward and innocent.
"It doesn't matter. It's rare for a flower lady to visit you, so there's no need to be polite."
Feng Yong smiled and replied, "The army is simple and there is no place to sit. I hope the flower lady doesn't mind."
Hua Wan waved her hand, "I don't have to sit down."
Since she came in, her eyes have never left Feng Yong, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.
At this time, she could only hear her asking again in confusion, "What I'm looking for is Feng Mingwen, the reincarnation of the Ghost King? Are you really him?"
Feng Yong's brows suddenly twitched, and he forced a smile and said, "My name is indeed Feng Yong. My name is Mingwen. I don't know much about the reincarnation of the Ghost King, but some people say that I am the Ghost King. I don't understand what's going on.
thing."
Hua Wan looked around the tent curiously and asked, "Where is your ghost general?"
Feng Yong squinted at Zhao Guang next to him, looked back and then said, "Those are just rumors spread by fools. How can there be such a ghost general?"
"Then can you attract thunder?"
"Won't."
"Don't drink human blood either?"
"Don't drink."
"Don't eat human flesh?"
"Don't eat."
Hua Wan thought for a while, then looked at Feng Yong's small figure, and felt that there was no need to ask the last question.
Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, then pulled out a flying knife from his waist, held it in a flower, then pointed the tip of the knife at Feng Yongjiao and shouted, "Feng Langjun, I want you to have a fight with me, how dare you?"
Should it?”
The sudden turn of events caught Feng Yong off guard. He looked at the fierce Hua Wan and couldn't wrap his mind around it, "What does Hua Niang mean?"
Hua Wan held her head high, like a proud white swan, "I know that you are called a young hero by the Prime Minister, and you are also the number one young man in the Han Dynasty. Countless young men in the Han Dynasty regard you as an elder brother."
"I came here just to meet you for a while. If I can defeat you, then I will have defeated the young hero and the number one young man among men. Then I will be the number one man... and the number one female son-in-law.
.”
Yo drink!
Little girl, your logic is a bit strange!
Who told you that I got my name from fighting?
She is really rude and rude.
Feng Yongcai would not play children's house games with her. He waved his hand and said, "I won't compete with you. You can go back."
When Hua Wan heard this, she thought he was scared, and couldn't help feeling a little contemptuous, "I didn't expect him to be a coward!"
As soon as these words came out, not only did Feng Yong look over with a stern look, but even the people around him stared at him angrily.
"What, am I right?"
Hua Wan was not afraid, and looked at Feng Yong provocatively, "I came to your camp alone and asked you to fight, but you didn't dare to accept the challenge. What are you not a coward?"
"Ask me to a fight?"
"Yes. Date?"
Make an appointment!
Feng Tubou couldn't help but take a closer look at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in front of him.
Her head was covered with a purple bandana, her upper body was wearing a narrow-sleeved, large-collared short-breasted jacket, and her lower body was a pleated skirt with embroidered lace, which was short to the knees, exposing her white calves.
She also wears exquisite silver jewelry around her neck and waist, which makes her look graceful and graceful when she moves around. There seems to be dazzling white light dazzling people's eyes all over her body.
Such an attractive young lady asked me to ask for a date, but I didn't agree. Am I a fool?
"Appointment! But we have to wait a month."
Feng Yong slightly raised his left arm, "My arm was injured a few days ago, but it's not convenient to move. Although I can raise my hand every day now, I can't do strenuous exercise. After I recover from the injury, I can talk to him again."
You fight for three hundred rounds."
Hua Wan didn't expect that her casual irritation would suddenly change Feng Yong's attitude.
He was overjoyed and said quickly, "Why bother? You don't have to play in person. Aren't all your sons and brothers in this camp? You just need to pick someone from here to play for you."
While saying this, Hua Wan pointed at the people who were glaring at her.
Feng Yong looked disappointed and glanced at her little white legs, "Are you sure?"
I thought to myself that in this camp, apart from that girl Amei, I was probably the weakest one.
If you can get close to this little girl and use the hand-binding technique, you still have a 70-80% chance of winning, but if you use weapons, you will definitely lose.
Now you don't let me play, but you let me pick someone to replace you at will. Isn't this just digging your own hole, jumping into it, and then burying yourself?
"That's natural."
"Okay. Tell me, when, where, and how?"
Hua Wan originally wanted to defeat Feng Yong herself, but now that Feng Yong was unable to play, she looked around at the people in the tent, but she was not completely sure.
Then he rolled his eyes and said with a sweet smile, "Tomorrow at midnight, there is an unknown hilltop on the east side of the city. Let's go there to compete."
Huh? This little girl seems to have planned something in advance?
Feng Yong was a little suspicious.
"As for how to compare... how about winning two out of three games? Whoever wins two games first will be more powerful. At that time, he will have to bow to the opponent and admit defeat."
Hua Wan looked at the people in the camp, but felt that she had made a good idea.
Although this brother of the Li family also practices martial arts, she knows that his martial arts skills cannot be compared to hers.
Not to mention the two handsome men, they looked very weak, but they were far behind the warriors in the clan.
There was also the short one, dark and skinny, and he didn't think he had much strength.
The only thing I was worried about was that the man with a foreign face looked quite powerful.
But it doesn't matter, even if you lose one game, as long as you can win two games, you have won.
"What are you doing on the hilltop in the east of the city, traveling so far away? Isn't it too troublesome?"
"This is a military camp. Grandpa Zhuge has said that no private fights are allowed in the military camp. If something goes wrong, Grandpa Zhuge will reprimand him."
Hua Wan shook his head and said, "Go to the hill outside the city. There is no one there. It is a good place for a competition."
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."
Feng Yong was also speechless, thinking to himself, are you barbarians finally being fooled by the old demon Zhuge?
How about one mouthful of Grandpa Zhuge?
Why don't you just call me grandpa?
"Where's the lottery? Why didn't you say anything about the lottery?"
"What is a lottery ticket?" Hua Wan asked, blinking.
"It's a bet. You went all the way to come to me to make an appointment...well, to have a fight, you can't have no bet at all, right?"
Feng Yong was so quick-talking that he almost changed the word "war" to the word "gun".
There was a look of hesitation on Hua Wan's face.
It seemed like she hadn't really thought about this level.
"Hey, I have a hundred-refined sword here. It's so sharp that it can easily cut off a horse's head."
Feng Yong said and winked at Zhao Guang.
Zhao Guang had followed Feng Yong for so long and had a tacit understanding. He immediately walked out of the tent and casually took a cleaver from Buqu's hand, transferred it back to the tent, and handed it to Feng Yong.
Feng Yong took the knife in his hand, weighed it, then stepped forward and handed it to Hua Wan, "Look, this is a rare sword."
The flower wand made a clang sound, and he pulled out the knife, and saw that the blade was shining with cold light, and the coldness was overwhelming. It was really a good knife.
"I will use this knife as a bet. If you win, I will give this knife to you. What if you lose?"
Hua Wan obviously did not expect that Feng Yong would take out such a precious sword as a bet, and was surprised in her heart, thinking that Feng Yong was really brave.
As the legitimate daughter of the Meng family and the young ruler of the tribe, she could not be underestimated by the other party, so she gritted her teeth and said, "I have a horse, a rare dragon colt, and I will use it as a bet."
The barbarians do not lack silver weapons, but they lack iron weapons. Such swords are considered priceless treasures in her tribe, and cannot be exchanged for an ordinary BMW.
Now she was being cautious, but her face was a little feverish, and she didn't dare to go see Feng Yong and others.
Feng Yong chuckled and said, "That's okay. Although I have never seen what the dragon colt you mentioned looks like, but I think that the things that the Young Master of the Zhurong Department took out are definitely not ordinary, so I'll just leave it at that.
Trust you for once."
Hua Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and smiled, "Of course, I, a disciple of Nanzhong, am the most honest person."
With that said, he put the knife back into its sheath and reluctantly returned it to Feng Yong.
"Feng Langjun, don't forget to make an appointment tomorrow."
Before leaving, Hua Wan looked at Feng Yong, or rather at the knife in Feng Yong's hand, and warned him.
"Don't worry, I won't forget it."
After sending the flower wand out of the tent, he returned to the tent and saw that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.
Feng Yong said "tsk", "What are you watching me do?"
Li Yi coughed and said, "Brother, isn't it bad to deceive that pretty lady like this?"
"Have I ever deceived her?" Feng Yongqi asked, "Isn't this sword a precious sword?"
Seeing the strange expressions on everyone's faces, Feng Yong argued again, "This knife is common in your eyes, but in her eyes, it is a rare and good knife. What's wrong with this?"
Nothing seems wrong?
Zhao Guang thought about it for a while, but he was a little worried and said, "Brother, what if she finds out about it in the future?"
"What should I do? With Meng Huo looking like this, am I still afraid of him?"
Feng Yong frowned, "Besides, this is just a grudge between juniors. He is the head of the Meng family. How can he still come to settle accounts with me for this matter?"
Feng Langjun is charming with his clever words, but Xiao Wenhe is ruthless and ruthless.
Is it because I haven’t used my name for a long time, so no one remembers it?
Such a little girl wants to cause trouble for me. Isn't it natural to trick her?
Don't think that if you are good-looking, I won't be able to kill you.
After getting Feng Yong's confirmation, Hua Wan happily ran back to the city, found her master, and asked for credit, "Ah Da, then Feng Yong agreed to his daughter. We will wait until tomorrow to see how his daughter can defeat his prestige!"
In these days, Ah Da suffered a series of setbacks. Not only did the Meng family suffer heavy losses, but even Ah Mu's tribe had to bow to the Han people.
Of course, after all, Grandpa Zhuge is leading heavenly soldiers, so bowing to Grandpa Zhuge is not a shameful thing.
But now that my family is going to live in Jincheng, in order not to be underestimated by others, if I can impress the young hero who is the number one young man among men, maybe the people in Jincheng will look at me differently and not dare to bully me again.
One family.
"Really? That's good." Meng Huo forced a smile, trying not to let Huawan see anything strange about him.
Mrs. Zhu Rong, on the other hand, nodded repeatedly and encouraged, "Adaipa will show off his power tomorrow."
Although Meng Huo was a barbarian king, in fact, within the large Nanzhong clan, everyone learned Chinese characters and Chinese language, and assimilated in the direction of a large Han family.
Therefore, their speech and habits are the same as those of Han people in daily life.
"My daughter understands."
Hua Wan nodded, and then said coquettishly, "Ah Da, my daughter made a bet with him, and he was willing to take out a sword. If he lost, he would give the sword to his daughter. My daughter didn't want to lose face, so she said so.
I need to bring out a BMW..."
"What BMW?"
Meng Huo suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
"Oh, it's Ah Da's BMW! That's a fine sword! How can my daughter handle an ordinary BMW? Besides, I'm sure to win tomorrow anyway, so Ah Da will lend the BMW to my daughter temporarily.
How about half a day?”
Meng Huo felt a heartache in his heart!
"Well... you just went to compete with him, how come it turned into gambling?"
Meng Huo asked reluctantly.
"That's what he said. He said that I asked him to fight, but I didn't make a bet. It's against the rules."
"What kind of rule is this?"
Meng Huo almost jumped. Did this bastard deceive his daughter?
"Okay, okay, if my daughter wants to use it, just give it to her."
On the other hand, Mrs. Zhu Rong said, "The left and right are just horses."
"What do you mean, it's just a horse..." Meng Huo was just about to retort, but then he saw the look in Mrs. Zhu Rong's eyes and understood. He had to sigh, "Forget it, you can take it tomorrow..."
Seeing his daughter happily going out, Meng Huo's face was full of guilt and remorse, "Madam, I am the one who has dragged you down..."
Mrs. Zhu Rong shook her head, "She is the young ruler of the tribe. She must be responsible for some things."
As she said that, she glanced at Meng Huo and said, "Didn't I marry you for the sake of the tribe?"
"But you have never entered the Meng family!"
Meng Huo muttered.
"Now you have to enter even if you don't want to," Mrs. Zhu Rong sighed, "How can I be as comfortable as I am now after going to Jincheng?"