The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 257:

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Liu Mudan looked at her in despair, suddenly lowered her hands, and the cloth belt fell to the ground. She seemed to have lost all her strength, and fell slumped on the bed, covering her face with her hands. For a long time, pearl-like tears fell from between her fingers. A flash.

"Zhamutu cannot be kept... none of my sons can be kept..." She choked and said, "Dama Living Buddha said that brother Zatala will be defeated, but if one day he cannot defeat his brother, the brother will definitely defeat him. He..."

A chill suddenly rose in Feng Zhiwei's heart, and she said after a while: "Your seven dead sons..."

Liu Mudan could only cry.

Feng Zhiwei took a step back and looked at this normally playful and playful woman. She was this person who always seemed heartless. For the sake of the smooth growth of her eldest son, she killed seven of her children with her own hands?

"Don't believe all the words about strange powers and chaos." Feng Zhiwei took a while to find his voice.

Liu Mudan shook her head in despair, "No...it's not wrong. After Zadalan's third brother was born, he looked cute, and I felt soft for a moment...but that year Zadalan fell off a cliff and almost died..."

"I don't understand." Feng Zhiwei said slowly for a long time, "Why must we save He Lianzheng at the expense of giving up the lives of so many sons."

"The Huzhuo tribe has rules, and the eldest son has the most right to inherit." Liu Mudan said in a low voice, "The twelve Huzhuo tribes are complicated in composition, and bloodshed will occur every generation for succession, and sometimes the disaster will spread for several generations. Succession by the eldest son is the most appealing, the most acceptable to the tribe, and can avoid many disputes. Therefore, as long as the eldest son is not an idiot, the throne will basically be his after birth, not to mention the year when Zatara was born, there was a good harvest in the pasture, and two gods fell from the sky. Rainbow, Dama Living Buddha said it was auspicious, saying that this is a destined hero, Zadalan, who cannot die."

Her miserable narration sounded in the quiet night, her voice was small, but it made people's hearts rumble. Feng Zhiwei stood there for a long time, sighed, and put his arms around her shoulders.

Liu Mudan threw herself on her, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held back her voice. Her thin shoulders couldn't help but twitch, like a butterfly that had lost its wings in winter. It was unbelievable that such a weak shoulder could Silently, he carried the heavy responsibility of the prosperity of a tribe and the seven innocent lives of his own flesh and blood.

Are her fingers that were reaching for the throats of the children who were smiling and trusting at her in the quiet night also convulsing like this at this moment?

"Chamutu...cannot stay...Kuku grassland cannot be put in danger..." Liu Mudan's tears had soaked Feng Zhiwei's clothes, but her tone gradually became more determined, " This child knew at first glance that he was destined to die... I killed his father when I was pregnant with him. On the night I left him in the royal court, there were enemies everywhere, but he rolled under the bed and was safe and sound. The maid could not find him afterwards, and maybe she couldn't. He starved to death under the bed, but he cried loudly when the maid entered the room and was about to come out...Zadalan...cannot bear such a harsh fate..."

The room was quiet except for Liu Mudan's low sobs. Feng Zhiwei held her in her arms and looked up at the red-and-gold dome with helpless and sad eyes. Gu Nanyi stood by the door, seemingly deep in thought. Thinking about it, I don’t understand why some mothers protected Gu Zhi under their bodies to prevent death, while others held Chamutu in their arms and sent him to die.

"No!"

With a loud shout, a whirlwind suddenly appeared behind him. The whirlwind rushed closer, snatched the Chamutu from Liu Mudan's arms, and stuffed it into Feng Zhiwei's arms.

He Lianzheng has arrived.

"Ama!" He knelt down beside the bed with a thud and banged his head against the edge of the bed. He was so painful that even his voice changed. "Don't kill Chamutu. I don't want my brother to sacrifice his life for me!"

"Zha Ta Lan." Liu Mudan vented her anger and calmed down a bit. She wiped away her tears and snot and wiped it fiercely on the brocade quilt, "You have to take it even if you don't want it! So many people have been sacrificed, it doesn't make sense. It’s all a failure!”

"No one can defeat me!" He Lianzheng said loudly, "Don't believe that!"

"I know, ah, be good, the last one, the last one." Liu Mudan touched He Lianzheng's face.

"No!"

If Feng Zhiwei wasn't filled with sadness, she almost laughed. This conversation sounded like a mother coaxing her son to eat.

The grassland royal family also has such profound helplessness and desolation...

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Liu Mudan couldn't persuade her for a long time, so she suddenly turned against him and kicked He Lianzheng over. "Before your father died, I promised to protect this grassland for him and protect you. No matter what the sacrifice is, if you kid dares to say anything to me again, I will divorce your father and don’t want you!"

"If you love a dead man, you can give it up as long as you are willing to bear it!" He Lianzheng also turned his face, choked and pulled out the long knife and put it on his neck, "I've had enough of trading my life for my life, so I'll give it back to you. Just kill whoever you want!"

"You!" Liu Mudan frowned.

"Me!" He Lianzheng was furious.

Someone suddenly pulled the knife out of Helianzheng's hand lightly.

"What are you arguing about?" The one who drew the knife was Mr. Gu, and the one who spoke was Feng Zhiwei. She blinked at Liu Mudan, "Concubine, you see what happened, you want to shout in front of me like this?" Who is willing to kill? Think long-term, think long-term."

Turn around, she blinked at He Lianzheng again, "You live a good life, isn't your mother worried about you being kidnapped? What are you arguing about here?"

Liu Mudan realized - my daughter-in-law is implying that if I can't kill her now, I will talk about it later and maybe she will help me solve it.

He Lianzheng realized - my wife is implying that I can’t do any harm to her if I **** Chamutu in my hands.

Both of them felt relieved and got up safely. Feng Zhiwei turned around and left. The child was naturally carried into Master Gu's arms, "Raise it with Gu Zhiwei."

Before the two people had time to say anything, there was a sudden noise in the distance.

An old voice panted: "Quick, quick, quick, that Central Plains Han woman, give it to me quickly..."

His words were drowned in Chunyu Meng's long and rich reporting voice.

"His Royal Highness the King of Chu has sent an urgent gift of eight hundred miles, please deliver it to the Concubine of Shunyi..."

The sound was deep and long, spreading throughout the royal court, as if for fear that no one would hear it in the middle of the night.

He Lianzheng and Gu Nanyi both looked at Feng Zhiwei at the same time. Feng Zhiwei turned her face to one side and looked at the cluster of flowers outside the window, unable to see clearly the expression on her face.