"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."
To be continued...