Chapter 449 About…
“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 after him. Looking at that, she must see him."
“Don’t say it’s her, even her master Meng Huo, I’ve 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 something about it. All the big tribes in Nanzhong will marry with the Yi tribes to echo each other and strengthen their reputation. Meng Huozi is no exception. He has many wives and concubines to his name."
"There is a wife among them, named Mrs. Zhu Rong. Legend has it that she is after Zhu Rong. The tribe she belongs to is called the Zhu Rong tribe. Mothers are respected and daughters are noble. 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?
Thinking of the son-in-law, Feng Yong also thought of the book "The Son-in-law" that he read before traveling through time. Damn it, I don't know if Sister Jiao, this scammer, has finished that book?
"In order to win over the Zhu Rong tribe, Meng Huo married Mrs. Zhu Rong. The two of them followed customs. Mrs. Zhu Rong still leads the Zhu Rong tribe on weekdays and does not live in the Meng family. 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."
Sounds a lot like the walking marriages of some ethnic groups in Southwest China in later generations?
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?
"Later, the two gave birth to a daughter, Huawan, who took her mother's surname. If she became a tribal leader in the future, she would be called Mrs. Zhurong 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."
"In that case, I really can't help but not see 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 a big announcement 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. The two families look up and down, and their status is quite similar in terms of family status.
It is appropriate for Hua Wan to call Li Yi "brother".
"Hua Niangzi, my brother has returned to the camp. Please come into the camp."
Li Yi stretched out 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.
Huawan, however, has no stage fright. Every time her big and seductive eyes flicker, her long, slightly upturned eyelashes dance 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."
Huawan blinked and tilted her head slightly, as if she was remembering something, then scratched her hair, and then she bent down and performed a nondescript blessing ceremony.
At the same time, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry Feng Langjun, I forgot how to salute you Han people. I don't know 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 Zhurong 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 you don't mind."
Hua Wan waved her hands and said, "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 moment, she heard her ask 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, "My name is indeed Feng Yong, and 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 happened. thing."
Hua Wan looked around the tent curiously again and asked, "Where is your ghost general?"
Feng Yong glanced sideways at Zhao Guang next to him, and then said after retracting his gaze, "Those are just rumors spread by fools, where are the ghost generals?"
“Then can you attract thunder?”
"Won't."
“You don’t drink human blood either?”
“Don’t drink.”
“Don’t eat human flesh?”
ification
Huawan 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, pointed the tip of the knife at Feng Yongjiao and shouted, "Feng Langjun, I ask you to fight, do you dare to accept it?" no?"
The sudden turn of events caught Feng Yong off guard. He looked at the ferocious Hua Wan, unable to wrap his mind around it, "What does Hua Niang mean?"
Hua Wan holds 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 get to know you for a while. If I can defeat you, then I will have defeated the young hero, and also defeated the number one young man among men. Then I will be the number one man...the number one female son-in-law. "
Yo drink!
Little girl film, your logic is a bit strange!
Who told you that the name Lao Tzu was gained through fighting?
It is really a barbaric and rude woman.
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 expression, but even the people around him glared at him.
“What, am I right?”
Huawan 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 if you are not a coward?"
“Ask me to a fight?”
“Yes. Make an appointment?”
Let’s 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.
She was wearing a purple bandana on her head, a wide-collared short-breasted jacket with narrow sleeves on her upper body, and a pleated skirt with embroidered lace on her lower body, which was short to the knees, exposing her white calves.
She also wears exquisite silver ornaments around her neck and waist, which makes her look graceful and graceful when she moves around. There seems to be dazzling white light all over her body that dazzles people's eyes.
Such an attractive young lady asked me out, but I didn’t agree. Am I a fool?
“About! 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."
Huawan didn’t expect that her casual agitation would cause Feng Yong’s attitude to suddenly change.
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."
As she spoke, Hua Wan pointed at the people who were glaring at her.
Feng Yong looked disappointed and glanced at her white and tender calves, "Are you sure?"
I thought that in this camp, apart from the girl Amena, I was probably the weakest.
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 most likely 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?"
He rolled his eyes and said with a sweet smile, "At midnight tomorrow, there will be 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 must bow his head to the opponent and admit defeat.”
Hua Wan looked at the people in the camp, but felt that she had 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.
As for the two handsome men, not to mention, they look very weak, but they are far inferior to the warriors in the clan.
There is also the short one, who is dark and thin, and doesn’t have much strength when you think about it.
The only thing that worries me is that the man with a foreign face looks quite powerful.
But it doesn’t matter, even if you lose one game, as long as you can win two games, you are still a winner.
"What are you doing on the hilltop in the east of the city, traveling so far away? Isn't it troublesome?"
“This is a military camp. Grandpa Zhuge has said that private fights are not allowed in the military camp. If anything goes wrong, Grandpa Zhuge will scold 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 frightened by the old demon Zhuge?
You're still talking about 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?” Hua Wan asked, blinking.
“It’s a bet. You went all the way to come to me to make an appointment with me...well, to have a fight, you can’t have no bet at all, right?”
Feng Yong was so quick to speak that he almost changed the word "war" to the word "gun".
Hua Wan showed hesitation on his face.
It seems like she really hasn’t thought about this level.
“Now, I have a hundred-refined sword here. It is extremely sharp and can cut off a horse’s head with ease.”
Feng Yong said and winked at Zhao Guang.
Zhao Guang has been with Feng Yong for so long and has 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 weighed the knife in his hand, then stepped forward and handed it to Hua Wan, "Look, this is a rare sword."
The flower garland made a "clang" sound, and he pulled out the knife. The blade was shining with cold light, and the coldness was overwhelming. It was really a good knife.
"I will bet this knife. 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 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.
She was being careful now, but her face was a little feverish, and she didn't dare to look at Feng Yong and others.
Feng Yong smiled and said, "That's okay. Although I have never seen what the dragon colt you said looks like, but I think that the things that Young Master Zhu Rongbu took out are definitely not ordinary, so let's just say 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."
As he spoke, 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 to be precise, 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 a strange look.
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's a rare and good knife. What's wrong with that?"
There doesn’t seem to be anything 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 like this, am I still afraid of him?"
Feng Yong scratched his neck and said, "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 clever with his words and charming, but Xiao Wenhe is ruthless and ruthless.
Is it because Lao Tzu's name has not been used 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 I won’t kill you because you are good-looking.
After getting Feng Yong's confirmation, Hua Wan happily ran back to the city, found her master, and asked for credit, "Ah Da, Feng Yong has promised his daughter. He will wait until tomorrow to see how his daughter can destroy his prestige!"
These days, Ada suffered a series of setbacks. Not only did the Meng family suffer heavy losses, but even Amu's tribe had to bow to the Han people.
Of course, after all, Grandpa Zhuge leads the heavenly soldiers, so it is not a shame to bow to Grandpa Zhuge.
But now 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 dare not bully me anymore. One family.
"Really? That's good." Meng Huo forced a smile, trying not to let Huawan notice anything strange about him.
Mrs. Zhu Rong, on the other hand, nodded repeatedly and encouraged, "Adeppa 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.
So 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. Gotta bring out a BMW..."
“What BMW?”
Meng Huo suddenly felt something bad.
"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.
"He said it, saying that I asked him to fight, but I didn't make a bet, which is against the rules."
“What kind of rule is this?”
Meng Huo almost jumped. Did this **** kid 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 could only let out a long sigh, "Forget it, you can take it tomorrow..."
Seeing his daughter go out happily, Meng Huo's face was full of guilt and remorse, "Madam, it's me 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 can enter even if you don't want to," Mrs. Zhu Rong sighed, "How can I be as comfortable as I am now after I went to Jincheng?"
(End of this chapter)