The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 87:

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"Yes." He Lianzheng tilted his head and looked at her. He felt that this woman's face was a little yellowish and her eyebrows were drooped. She wasn't very ugly at first glance, and he just liked her seemingly calm appearance. Everything was so stern, and I couldn't help but think about it more and more happily, and waved my hand, "Eight Biao!"

The eight sturdy guards wielding golden whips stepped forward with a roar.

"Bride price!"

Each of the eight people took out a small yellow cloth bag from their arms and presented it to them with great care.

What rare treasure?

Mrs. Feng raised her eyebrows angrily again, and was about to crush the bags when she received a look of disapproval from Feng Zhiwei, holding back her anger and taking a step back.

"I offer my clan's most precious betrothal gift to my woman." He Lianzheng said loudly, "Just as the eagle cannot live without the sky, and the sheep cannot live without the grassland, all the warriors of the twelve tribes of Huzhuo , and can’t live without it!”

Babiao moved in unison and lifted the yellow cloth with a swish.

A pile of fine white powder, the snow is dazzling.

Salt.

The whole courtyard burst into laughter, Mrs. Feng's eyes widened, Feng Zhiwei couldn't even laugh or cry, Aunt An huddled behind the water tank, laughing so hard that her whole body trembled: "Salt... betrothal gift salt..."

He Lianzheng, however, raised his head and raised his eyebrows solemnly, not at all surprised by the ridicule of the crowd, with a stern look on his face, "A woman from the Central Plains is just ignorant!"

"It is indeed a precious betrothal gift." Feng Zhi smiled and nodded, "The Huzhuo tribe is in a remote northern Xinjiang, far away from the coastline. Salt is an important thing that is indispensable for people's livelihood. Without the silk and satin, cattle and sheep can wear it. Leather goods, without chicken, duck, fish and meat, you can eat mutton and milk, without salt, the warriors of the Huzhuo tribe who won the decisive battle on the grassland will no longer have the strength to gallop on the battlefield. Prince, are you using this method to tell me that I am irreplaceable?"

He Lianzheng's eyes lit up and he smiled brightly, "I knew you, Huang Lian Po, are not one of those vulgar women who only see gold, silver and jewelry!"

"I am so unique." Feng Zhiwei stood still, looking down at He Lianzheng, "Then when it is your turn to be your princess, what kind of betrothal gift should you use to express her uniqueness and preciousness?"

He Lianzheng thought seriously for a while and answered: "Salt bowl!"

What a salt king...

Feng Zhiwei looked at Prince Huzhuo who was marrying all the women in the world with a bowl of salt, and instantly felt that the Royal Court of Huzhuo was really saving money...

She looked over with a faint smile in her eyes. From the angle that He Lianzheng raised his head slightly, he looked into her eyes. That smile was a little helpless and slightly melancholy, like countless small sparks. Flashing in the foggy dark blue night sky, it is distant, ethereal, beautiful and elusive.

With those eyes, coupled with the open and cheerful expression between the eyebrows, the face is no longer yellow in a trance, and the eyebrows are no longer drooped. Every frown and smile has a dignified and romantic attitude, like a flying roll in the sky. The clouds came over silently, and the people bathing under them felt high, far away, but gentle at the same time.

He Lianzheng originally disliked looking up at anyone. Somehow, he didn't feel there was anything wrong with this posture at this moment. It seemed that she was standing bent over like that while he was looking up from the corridor. It should be born.

In a slight trance, I suddenly heard the woman above me saying with a sweet smile: "When I hear that a man from the prairie wants to marry a woman, he will show off his force and display the majesty and spirit of an eagle. The prince is willing to do it in front of me. Show your style?"

When He Lianzheng heard the word "concubine", he suddenly thought of a gorgeous tent, bright red candles, a bride wearing a flower crown, and skin as smooth as cream... He immediately replied with joy: "Yes! The victorious man , only you deserve to marry the best woman!"

"That's very good." Feng Zhiwei sat down politely and said, "I don't know martial arts, and I can't really let you fight with the guards of Qiu Mansion. I have a very close friend. My personal maid has always admired the grace of the prairie eagle. Would you mind giving me some advice?"

"Your personal maid?" He Lianzheng laughed, "I don't fight with women, but since she is your 'personal' maid, I don't mind conquering her for your pleasure."

He used the words "close" and "conquer" very hard. Feng Zhiwei looked at him interestingly, waved her hand and said, "Yiyi, someone wants to conquer you."

Gorgeous with the blue sky and water, gorgeous soft silk veil, gorgeous spitting out half a small walnut and waiting aside, Gu Maid, who was already very impatient, walked forward slowly.

Young Master Gu has a rich national beauty, and his clothes are in the wind. He walked over so slowly and gracefully. Apart from the small drawback that he is a little too tall, he actually has a bit of charm. In the eyes of the Central Plains people, he feels like this The woman was too tall and her steps were too loose. He Lianzheng and Ba Biao's eyes lit up when they saw her.

"Central Plains women are also so tall!" He Lianzheng turned around and smiled at Babiao, "Taller than my sister Wang."

"Princess Jesili is the most beautiful nightingale in the grassland. No one can compare with her." A man with an indigo flying eagle on his face said gruffly, "But this woman also looks good."

"Did San Falcon fall in love with her?" He Lianzheng laughed, "Then you go ahead. If you win, I will reward you with clothes."

"Thank you, Crown Prince!" The strong man named San Falcon took off his shirt with great interest, revealing his muscular body. He Lianzheng chased after him and warned him, "Be gentle, don't hurt the beautiful girl. ."

"It's okay." Sanxiao waved his whip casually, "I will feel sorry for my mother-in-law."

Feng Zhiwei peeled the walnuts slowly, listening to the people talking to themselves, and said leisurely: "Your Majesty, you know that we people from the Central Plains are more reserved in our speech. Although it is just giving advice, it can also be regarded as a competition. This competition is always Whether we win or lose, should we win a lottery?"

"Lottery?" He Lianzheng's eyes widened in disbelief, "Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"

“It’s fun to have a lucky draw.” Feng Zhiwei carefully peeled off the skin of the walnut, “Since you are completely sure of winning, you just rewarded me with my clothes without asking my opinion. Could it be that Don’t you dare accept even a lottery ticket?"

"What's yours is mine, and your maid is mine too." He Lianzheng squinted and said, "Do I need to ask your opinion? Forget it, the lottery is the lottery. Since you want to bet, don't lose everything. Blame me."

"I am willing to admit defeat." Feng Zhi smiled and chanted, "Whoever defaults on the debt will crawl out of the capital from now on."