The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 250:
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"Six years older than Gigouer."
"There are some wealthy families in the Central Plains who have many children and need to renew their strings." Feng Zhiwei played with the reins and said leisurely, "Peony Flower, you might as well consider it."
"I also know that a woman who stays here and there will become an enemy. I don't know how many families I have found for her over the years." Peony Hua'er frowned, "But you also discovered that Mei Duo is arrogant and arrogant. The royal court has treated her like a princess for many years, how could she like that kind of family?"
"Where did the princess come from?" Feng Zhi said lightly, "I'm sure you know what is waiting for you if you stay here at this age. If you can't do it, don't give people any hope, otherwise you may cause far-reaching disasters in the future. A woman’s youth cannot be delayed."
Peony Flower gritted her teeth and was speechless. She clapped her hands for a while and said decisively: "Okay! Marry!"
"What are you marrying for?" He Lianzheng, who was in front of him, didn't hear clearly and turned around to ask.
The Empress Dowager Peony whipped his horse on the buttocks and sent him far away, "Drive!"
When she saw Huzhuo Royal Court from a distance, Feng Zhiwei was startled. She originally thought that the Prairie Royal Court was just a group of extremely gorgeous and huge tents, but on the horizon ahead, there was a huge white building.
On the high slopes of green grass, the square and wide white stone palace stands majestically, stretching for several miles. The towers deep in the palace pierce the extremely blue sky, like a white jade sword.
"What a majestic building..." Peony Flowers is a rare literate reminder of ancient times. "It combines all the architectural advantages of the Forbidden City, the White House, the Buckingham Palace, the Louvre, the Potala Palace, and is exquisite, grand, luxurious, and elegant. It shows the crystallization of the high wisdom of human art in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad..."
"It's pretty good. Does it have a name?" Feng Zhiwei thought carefully about the pile of palace names, wondering why she hadn't seen any of them before. Are they overseas?
"The Second Palace of Potala." Peony Huaer said seriously.
What kind of weird name is this?
For a moment, Feng Zhiwei heard something unusual in Liu Mudan's tone. She turned her head and saw the woman looking up at the palaces in the distance, her eyes shining with a strange emotion.
Memories, melancholy, nostalgia, sadness, loneliness, satisfaction... are too complex to be described in detail.
“We lived in tents before.” Peony Huaer said leisurely, “Later I told Kuku that my hometown is very similar to here, with grasslands as vast as the sky and flocks of sheep as white as clouds, and The Potala Palace is the holy place in the eyes of all ethnic groups. Kuku asked me if I had been there. I said I had no chance to go. Kuku said, build one for me here. The place where I will live will be for generations to come. It’s the Potala Holy Land of the Huzhuo tribe. I said you can’t desecrate the holy land, so just call it the Potala Second Palace..."
As she talked, she gradually became shy. Her blush penetrated through the thick makeup, like a delicate sunset. Her eyes were clear, and her smile was like a girl's, blooming in the sunshine.
Feng Zhiwei's heart moved, thinking about how the love between King Kuku and Peony Huaer was unique and long-lasting.
He met her on the battlefield, he fell in love with her on the grassland, and he went through ups and downs with her for thirty years. He may not have said the word love to her, but he built the second holy place in his heart for her. ; She may scold him every day for killing a thousand swords, but when he was actually stabbed to death, she did not shed tears, but brazenly provoked the future of a tribe.
There is a kind of love that does not need to be said. It is witnessed by the sun and the moon, the grassland, and the second witness of Potala.
At this time, right in front of his and her palace, the crowds were like steel dragons, winding endlessly across the endless grassland. The sunlight reflected the cold light of the steel blades, giving off a thick black gold color like an ocean. .
The spring scenery of the plateau is as green as a wash. In the wind above the hunting plug, the new generation of prairie king and his mother and wife are bathed in the radiating golden light. They use the endless rosy clouds as their cloaks and the blazing sun as their crowns as they fly across the country. Stop and rein in your horse on a high hill. Everyone held their breath and looked up at their heroic king.
In the silence, He Lianzheng looked down at the crowd below, his eyebrows raised, his amber eyes glowing with purple light, as rich as fine wine beyond the Great Wall.
He burst out laughing.
"Zhiwei! Zhiwei! I am so happy to have you by my side right now!"
He reached out and hugged Feng Zhiwei!
Feng Zhiwei had fallen into He Lianzheng's arms before she could exclaim. In her busy schedule, she only had time to put her hand on his chest, pretending to be "shy" and bow her face obediently.
He Lianzheng was already laughing, and flew down with her in his arms.
A flying horse descended from the clouds, like a black divine sword that thundered through the long grass and ran straight towards his people. His silver cloak and her black fox fur slapped each other and flew wildly. A smooth arc shadow was drawn in the dazzling sunlight.
Tens of thousands of people suddenly knelt down and chanted, forming a powerful hurricane that shook the world.
"King!"
In such passionate and far-reaching cheers, Feng Zhiwei clearly heard He Lianzheng's heartbeat racing and exciting, heard the wind in the grassland spreading endlessly across the mountains and seas, heard the peonies following behind, raising their heads to the sky, Smile calls.
"Kuku!"
The high-spirited new king on the grassland, together with his concubine, shared the glory among the people. However, the dignified and luxurious Chu Prince's Mansion in the imperial capital was trapped in a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
Everyone in the mansion came and went in a hurry, but no one dared to make any sound, and no one dared to disturb the closed study room - His Highness would shut himself in the study room after going to court every day. There is no sound inside the closed black door, which often makes people feel like there is no one inside.
Although nothing happened, everyone felt that the atmosphere was oppressive, but they didn’t understand where the depression came from. Since His Highness’ victory in the southern expedition, the influence of the Chang family in southern Fujian has been basically eradicated. With the power of the southern expedition, The Prince of Chu's Mansion, which had always been difficult to intervene in the army, took this opportunity to place many cronies in the army. Together with the second-generation students from Qingming Academy who had trained with the King of Chu and Wei Zhi, they were all assigned positions in various ministries and departments. After His Majesty expressed some regrets over the disappearance of Wei Zhi, he also praised His Highness more. Recently, his notebooks, one for each copy, have been praised by all the people in the court. Everyone can see that at present, His Highness is the first person before the Emperor.