The funeral of the fat king was being held, and after the sorcerer prayed, four sturdy men carried the body of the fat king and put it on the terrace where the people carried it after their death, and a flock of vultures hovered in the sky, waiting to peck at the corpse of the dead.
The ceremony of the fat king's heavenly burial ended, and then the succession ceremony of Yuan Guiyu was held, Cheng Mo stood in the crowd, watching the tall and thin Yuan Guiyu worship Changshengtian under the prayer of the wizard.
Yuan Guiyu looks more like the Wu people, without the burly appearance of the Wusun people, nor the rough and deep facial features of the Wusun people, he looks delicate, and it really does not meet the aesthetics of the Wusun people.
After worshipping Changshengtian, he is the new Kun Mo, Princess Xie Wu became the queen mother, and many of the concubines of the fat king, except for Princess Xie Wu, all became the concubines of Yuan Guiyu.
Some of these people are the concubines of the fat king's uncle, Kunmo, who took up the post of Kunmo, and are now forty or fifty years old.
Cheng Mo looked at the group of women behind Princess Xie Wu, his eyes turned on several swollen women, and then looked at the childish Yuan Guiyu, and shuddered, it was too heavy.
Su Miaohua stood beside him, looked around for a while, very boring, and finally followed Cheng Mo's gaze to look at a group of women, this group of women are old, middle-aged and young, everyone is expressionless, just looking at the prostrate Yuan Guiyu.
She looked at it for a while, then turned her head and glanced at Cheng Mo suspiciously, indicating that she would ask.
What do these women come from?
Cheng Mo shook his head lightly and pouted in the direction of Yuan Guiji.
After the Yuan Gui bowed, the ceremony ended, and everyone got on their horses and returned to the king's tent.
Princess Xie Wu and Yuan Guiyu sat side by side, looked at the crowd of people standing under the tent, and said: "Everyone, when Xian Kunmo was alive, he discussed an alliance with Dawu to jointly attack the Xiongnu.
Come on, the book of the country. ” Cheng Mo, as a distinguished guest, sat on the lower left side of the king's couch.
As soon as Princess Xie Wu's words fell, everyone looked at him, and some people said dissatisfiedly: "What can I do if I form an alliance with the Wu people?"
Some people even muttered in a low voice: "He looks like a big girl, what's the use" Wusun people worship heroes the most, men, you have to be strong, look like a girl, it's not pleasing to the eye.
There were discussions, but they were all said in Wusun language, Cheng Mo couldn't understand it, but their eyes swept over their bodies, their faces were full of disdain, and Cheng Mo naturally guessed that what they said was not good things.
He straightened his posture, drew his sword, raised his arm, and with a click, a few cases in front of him were cut off.
With a sound, the discussion immediately stopped, because Cheng Mo was handsome and had no confidence in the Wu Dynasty, he only felt that his neck was cold and swishing, if the sword was cut on his neck just now, his head would be gone.
Princess Xie Wu said with a spring breeze on her face: "The martial arts of the Wu army, everyone has seen it yesterday afternoon, if it weren't for them to resist the cavalry of Luobo, how could we sit here upright, everyone should have confidence in Dawu."
Besides, His Majesty the Emperor of Great Wu has sent 150,000 troops, and he is almost in the royal court, if we don't send troops again, there will be no part for us in this thousand miles of grassland. ” The grassland of the Xiongnu is fertile with water and grass, especially above Wusun.
Hearing this, the eyes of the royal family lit up, if they followed behind to beat the water dogs and pick up the cheap, it would seem good.
Many people look left and right, hoping that others will stand up and express their support first, after all, sending troops is not a trivial matter, soldiers are fighting for the booty, no matter how bad it is, grab a few slaves and maids to help milk and graze.
After looking around for a while, everyone's eyes fell on Hua Luoyi.
Hua Luoyu really lived up to expectations, stepped forward, touched his chest with his hand, and saluted: "Queen Mother, Kun Mo, since Xian Kunmo has decided to ally with Da Wu, then it will be handled according to Xian Kunmo's wishes." ” "Yes, yes, that's it."
"Just as Kunmo meant."
Everyone was talking nonsense, and they almost urged Princess Xie to sign the letter of state quickly, as if they were afraid that Cheng Mo would run away if it was too late.
Princess Xie Wei smiled and said, "Okay, it's up to you." ” Su Miaohua sat beside Cheng Mo, watching Princess Xie Wu laugh happily, she felt very uncomfortable, no matter what, she also had just died of her husband, how could she smile so happily Su Miaohua didn't know that in order to survive, Wusun women had to marry another man after their husband's death, and Kun Mo's wife and concubine were no exception, otherwise they would either starve to death or be bullied to death by men in the tribe.
They're not cold-blooded, they're just not qualified to grieve.
When the fat king died, their survival became a problem, as did other women, and so did the princess of anxiety.
If it weren't for the first time to learn that the fat king was stabbed to death, the successor at this time would be the mud, and according to the customs of Wusun, the survival law of women on the grassland, Princess Xie Wei had to marry again, to marry the mud who was only fifteen years old.
Now that she doesn't have to be forced to remarry, she has become the actual ruler of Wusun, and she is in a good mood, which is certain, as for the relationship with the fat king, she can only miss it in the dead of night.
Su Miaohua deserted, the letter of state had been written, Cheng Mo and Yuan Guiyu signed it and used the seal, and the alliance was reached.
Seeing Cheng Mo put down her pen, Princess Xie Wu said, "The banquet is complete, and I invite the Hou Ye to appreciate the light."
Then he said to the people, "Let's drink together." ” The grandest welcome ceremony was, of course, a bonfire, but after yesterday's incident, for the sake of insurance, Princess Xie Wei did not dare to do it again.
After she finished speaking, she took the lead in getting up, and walked in front with Yuan Guiyi, Cheng Mo and Su Miaohua followed, and the rest of the people followed, and went to a big tent next to it.
Cheng Mo and Princess Xie Wei raised their glasses to celebrate the achievement of the alliance, and then cut the fragrant roasted suckling mutton with a knife, and just cut it, Su Miaohua came over and said, "Is she interesting to you?"
She observed for a long time, and always felt that Princess Xie Wu's eyes were a little different when she looked at Cheng Mo, could it be that this woman coveted her husband when she died Cheng Mo was stunned, the knife stopped, and said, "What nonsense?"
"I always smile when I see her looking at you, don't you look at the clothes she is wearing today, her breasts are so big."
Su Miaohua said, and the knife in her hand slashed at the suckling lamb leg in front of her, as if it was cutting the crisp breasts of the princess who relieved her worries.
Cheng Mo really didn't pay attention, hearing Su Miaohua say this, the corner of his eyes quickly glanced at him, well, it is indeed very big, but he said: "Don't look at what you shouldn't see, it will be rude." ” Su Miaohua thought about it, Cheng Mo stared at Princess Xie Wei's chest and looked at her with a chill, and said, "I'll say it first, she is not welcome at home." ” Don't bring such an old woman with you when you go back to Beijing.
Cheng Mo brought the cut suckling mutton to her lips and said, "People are the queen mother here, I don't know how happy they are, why go back to Beijing" "That's just as well."
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