Thousands of miles away, the grasslands are densely covered with tribes of all sizes.
As the news of Yishi spread, more and more caravans came and went.
They brought not only the necessary supplies on the grassland, but also news from the Central Plains, as well as some secret plans.
Completely opposite to the mood of the businessman, He Yi was met with a bolt from the blue.
He looked at the bright-looking Tana in front of him with a livid expression: "Tana, what you said is true."
As she grew older, her appearance became more and more charming, and Tana nodded affirmatively.
Her voice was no longer as crisp as before: "My father said that in three days it will be the day of sacrifice to the gods, which is the most important day for us prairie people.
So he decided to discuss Yi Shi with you on that day to pray for the blessings of the gods.
At the same time, he will choose a husband for me at the sacrifice as my future destination."
As she spoke, Tana's voice rose.
It was obvious that her focus was on her father's choice of a husband for her, but He Yi's focus was on the first half of the sentence.
There has been no progress at all some time ago, so why did we suddenly decide to have peace talks?
He couldn't help but doubt the deeper meaning, but after much thought, he couldn't think of any way to break the situation, so he finally decided to take it one step at a time.
And his abnormal behavior was also noticed by Tana.
She said in a bad tone: "He Yi, are you going to give up on me?"
He Yi shook his head and held her graceful body in his arms: "Fool."
He whispered.
Of course, it's impossible to give up on you.
Without you, he would lose a useful bargaining chip.
What's more, in history, this little princess who has not yet shown her prowess will directly kill her husband, fully accept her husband's power, and divide part of her father's power.
How could he let go?
Three days later, the noisy sound resounded in the tribal camp again.
Various large and small tribes arrived one after another.
Various different languages reverberated over the tribes, adding an impetuous and undercurrent to this already noisy area.
Flowing in this area where most of the sight is concentrated.
The ministers from the Central Plains, the major tribes participating in the sacrifices, the cunning traders coming and going, and the large tribes leading the sacrifices, all kinds of forces are intertwined, like an intertwined underground river, and people will be immersed in it if they are not careful.
Fish representing desire jumped up from the water and were caught by people holding fishing nets.
Behind this group of people, weavers were weaving a larger net to trap them all.
In this game of power and money, everyone is a chess piece and everyone is a chess player.
Whether you can cut off the big dragon depends on not only a better strategy, but also a meager one.
Mind.
The sacrificial ceremony lasted for half a month.
During this half, after leaving, tribes would come one after another.
On the day when the ceremony began, in addition to offering sacrifices to the gods, the tribe leader also announced that he was going to marry his favorite little daughter.
One stone stirred up waves in the pond, and the news was like a whirlwind, quickly blowing across the entire grassland and blowing into the hearts of every warrior.
Their wolf-like gazes were like torches, causing the little princess's exposed skin to burn with pain.
The hint of aggression in them made the little princess resentful.
When He Yi on the side saw this scene, his expression suddenly became serious, not only because of the sacrificial ceremony that ended in half a month, not only for Tana who will belong to another man in half a month, but also because In half a month, a life-or-death peace negotiation will be finalized.
Sitting on the high platform that had been built, He Yi, with a gloomy face, took a deep sip of the fishy wine.
His livid face was illuminated by the dimming lights, making him look fierce and penetrating.
That night, the proud and domineering little princess came to He Yi's tent.
She took the riding whip that had been put away long ago and pointed it at He Yi: "He Yi, I order you to win me, otherwise, I will lightly Hands kill you” Looking at the fiery figure that left quickly, He Yi's head seemed to hurt even more.
The rules for marriage determined by the tribe leader are that whoever wins can get the little princess.
The person who wins to the end can not only pick off the thorn flowers on the grassland, but also be called the first warrior of the grassland.
This is undoubtedly a method commonly used by grassland people, but this method undoubtedly makes He Yi very embarrassed.
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If he participated in some poetry and literary competition and won the first place, and won the trust of the beauty, He Yi could step forward to fight, but fighting with these barbaric aliens like this shirtless, He Yi could not Can't do it.
Not to mention whether he can still gain a foothold in the Central Plains if he really does this, just saying whether he can win is a question.
He could almost imagine the sarcastic looks in the eyes of his colleagues after seeing him knocked to the ground.
But if he really didn't participate, he thought of the decisive and decisive prairie queen in history, and thought of Tana's fierce gaze when she threatened him today, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.
Killing him, Tana could really do it. of He hit the table hard with a hammer, but it only made his hand hurt.
He heard gloating laughter coming from outside his tent: "Brother He is really lucky.
All the pearls on the grassland have been destroyed by him."
After picking it off, I still don’t know what Princess Tana just said to him.
Maybe he can become the son-in-law of the Prairie King and be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister."
This was the voice of an envoy, and the words were full of sarcasm.
The etiquette system of the grassland was all learned from the Central Plains, and it was not the same as it was learned.
How could there be a distinction between marquis and prime minister?
"He was granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister just because he is a pretty boy who feeds on soft food.
You still expect these barbaric prairie people to take him seriously?
How can a guy who can only hide under women's skirts have such ability?"
This was Cheng Zihui's voice. .
In the past, he used to be extremely sarcastic about He Yi's hookup with Tana.
Unexpectedly, today he followed what this person said, but it was not a good thing.
He Yi's eyes were red with anger in the tent because these words touched a secret deep in his heart.
The person who really valued him was not the little emperor, but the queen mother who had lived in the palace for a long time and was like a yaksha.
Cheng Zihui's words about only hiding under women's skirts really reminded him of some bad experiences.
He just wanted to think of that solemn and pale palace, that bed that was carefully decorated, that no matter how he concealed it, he could not hide it.
The old woman with no nasolabial folds and a mean and scary look had goosebumps all over her body.
This time, he must not lose, and he will definitely not lose: