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Feng Shi cut off the child's umbilical cord, carefully washed and dried him with warm water, wrapped him in the little jacket that Jieyou had prepared earlier, and sent him very gently to Jieyou, weeping with joy, "He is very similar to you, Jieyou, In the future, he will be a good-looking, good-looking prince..."

Jieyou looked at the little wrinkled face with a tearful smile, and said tearfully, "My child...grow up quickly...Mother and I will depend on you in the future..."

Feng Shi's heart felt sour, and he lowered his head and gently rubbed Jieyou's face, "Jieyou, just let him grow up safely, and I will help you in the next day."

"Hey..." Jieyou's heart warmed, and he looked at her tenderly, "Don't...don't..."

"I'm not leaving, don't worry." Feng Shi didn't let Jieyou finish her sentence. She understood all the words of lovesickness without Jieyou's words. Wash the wound for the princess, change her body and clean her clothes." After finishing speaking, Feng Shi carefully placed the little prince beside Jieyou, "Jieyou, I'll go and change her body and clean clothes, and come back as soon as you go, you first Take a break."

"Hm..." Jieyou held her hand in fear, afraid of being separated from her again.

Feng Shi patted the back of her hand lightly, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't go far this time." After speaking, he gently opened her hand, took a step back, turned and walked towards the makeup cabinet, Take out the Jingjie from it.

"good……"

"Relieve your worries, don't be afraid, take a good rest." Feng Shi comforted in a soft voice, adjusted his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, walked to the entrance of the hall with a banner in his hand, and opened the door.

Mo Yan never expected that Feng Shi would come out at this time, so he came out with the festival.

"Feng Shi, what are you going to do?"

Feng Shi took a deep breath, "The palace is in chaos today, and I still have something very important to do," she said, looking at Mo Yan, "General Mo, how dare you walk with me in the court hall?" trip?"

Mo Yan suddenly realized that the 500 defenders could only intimidate Chigu City for a while, and could not really attack these people. Even today, Mo Yan led his troops to force their way into the harem, and when they were fighting chaotically just now, he saved a hand and did not really attack them. Take the lives of those [-] people.

Wusun is now fighting against the mighty Xiongnu. At the time when soldiers and horses are needed, no one of Wusun's soldiers can be lost in Chigu City.

Not only did Mo Yan quickly understand this truth, but also those courtiers who were pro-Huns on weekdays naturally understood it, and the Huns also understood that as long as they offered Liu Jieyou's head, the disaster of war would be averted.Now that Jieyou has given birth to a prince, as long as she sacrifices her head, the disaster of war can be eliminated. For Wusun, it is the best choice.

Weng Guimi must have heard this rude request from the Huns on the front line. He insisted on fighting to relieve his worries. The war has been stalemate for so many months, and the morale of the army has already been unstable. The end of the Huns annexation.

What is placed in front of Jieyou now is the death word. For Feng Shi, she will not let this death word really fall on Jieyou no matter what.

"Don't you want to die?" Mo Yan snarled, "When you came in with me just now, didn't you see what kind of eyes those old ministers looked at you? Or, what kind of eyes did they use to look at you guys? People from home? You'd better stay here, I can still protect you..."

"I believe you can protect me from death, but can you really protect Jieyou from death?" Feng Shi asked in one sentence, but Mo Yan didn't know how to answer.

"Besides, the flames of this battle are not only burning in the eastern region, but also in Chigu City here." Feng Yu looked at Mo Yan fixedly, "Jieyou is a princess from a big man. What brought Wusun is peace and hope, now that she is weak and unable to fight this battle, let me fight for her."

"You crazy woman!" Mo Yan cursed through gritted teeth.

Feng Shi laughed, "If General Mo is afraid, let Shi go alone." After speaking, he walked towards the direction of Wangting Chaotang.

"Slow down!" Mo Yan repeatedly called Feng Shi, "How can I be compared to a little woman like you! Go! I will accompany you through this journey! Who dares to touch you, ask the crook in my hand first." knife!"

"Xiao, thank you."

This is the first time Feng Shi called him like this. Mo Yan felt warm in his heart, and a smug smile appeared on his face. He walked up to Feng Shi and stood side by side with Feng Shi, "Feng Shi, let's go! Whoever is afraid today will do so It's grandson!"

Although today's Chigu City was temporarily suppressed by Mo Yan using military talismans, those ministers who were still in the court who were pro-Xiongnu did not intend to leave at all.When Mo Yan and Feng Shi appeared in the court hall at the same time, the ministers roared viciously.

"General Mo, let Madam Zuo go quickly! If you provoke the Huns again, I'm afraid Kunmi won't be able to come back!"

"Now that the Huns are powerful and the Han Dynasty is in decline, Wusun must not offend the Huns for a Han woman!"

"The old minister heard that Mrs. You has given birth to a prince today. If she is willing to sacrifice for Wusun, she will be a good wife of my Wusun!"

"General Mo, you are really confused today!"

Feng Shi quietly listened to these people talking, and suddenly let out a series of laughs coldly.

"You Han girl, you are so bold, what are you laughing at? Chaotang is also where you came from?"

Feng Shi raised the banner in his hand, and said in a solemn voice: "The princess who married Wusun is not only Wusun's wife, but also the envoy of the great man. Now that I have the banner, why can't I come here?" At the end, Feng Shi's cold eyes swept over those Wusun ministers who were pro-Huns one by one, and the faint smell of blood from their hands entered her nostrils. She knew that this battle had already begun, and no matter what, she had to win to relieve her worries. Let's fight!

Chapter 6. Verbal War

"Since you claim to be the envoy of the Han Dynasty, dare to ask, what have the big man brought to Wusun all these years?" An old official glared at Feng Shi angrily.

Feng Shi first bowed his head to the old official, and finally straightened his waist, and said with a smile: "The friendship between the two countries is based on equality and mutual benefit. Since your lord asked me what the big man brought Wusun, then I also asked you, Wusun. What did Sun bring to my big man?"

"This..." The old minister didn't know how to answer.

Another old minister quickly added, "If it weren't for the protection of the Huns, how could my Wusun have peace these days?"

"Oh? Let me ask again, which country will Kunmi lead his troops to fight with this time? Who broke this peace with their own hands?" .

"Now my Wusun and the Xiongnu are at war. What are you talking about? The most important thing today is to eliminate this war. Now the Huns have made it so clear that as long as you hand over Mrs. You, the war will cease! If Mrs. You If it is really for the good of Wusun, you should stand up and sacrifice for Wusun!"

"Right, that is it!"

Feng Shi couldn't help but let out a stern laugh, "What if my princess died? What if the Huns don't retreat?"

"How could it be? It's obvious that Kunmi dotes on Han girls too much, that's why it happened..."

"Your Excellency, you might as well ask Shi to change the metaphor!" Feng Shi didn't let the man go on, and stopped him sharply, "Kun Mi ate one of her favorite dishes at her own home, but she was attacked by neighbors." Dissatisfied, I told Kunmi that if you spit out this dish, I will not set your house on fire!"

"You...presumptuous!"

"The ones who are really presumptuous are the lords, right?" Feng Shi clenched his fists tightly, the pent-up anger in his heart had reached its limit, "May I ask you, lords, is it Wusun's salary or the Xiongnu's salary?"

"..."

"I'll ask you all again, have you ever regarded Kunmi as the great king of Wusun?"