"So, was Mo Zheng the first father who doubted the child's identity?" She slowly wandered around the camp and whispered to Shunfeng, hiding in the thick hair of Ulan's neck.

"That's right, it's her!" Shunfeng showed his snow-white front teeth, and his little eyes were shining with hatred. "That woman, I can smell the smell of her body for several miles. I also pretended to be kind and delicate all day long, but it was so disgusting that we rats were so bad!"

The words of the wind almost made Yue Qiyun laugh out loud. The Khan of the Flame Clan was so fond of the bad luck that even the rats on the grassland were disgusted. It was really ridiculous.

"I looked at the meaning of King Khan, and I guess I will marry her in the next few days... However, the woman was obsessed with King Khan and wanted to give her the most grand ceremony... How troublesome are you humans? Isn't it just mating? As for such a big situation?" Shunfeng didn't care whether Yue Qiyun listened or not, and was still talking about Mo Zheng freely.

"A grand ceremony?" Yue Qiyun captured a word that made her wary in her breeze nagging: Mo Zheng, she is an ambitious woman.

If it were before, Yue Qiyun wouldn't bother to pay attention to the role of Mo Zheng, because she was not interested in Yuan Lie and the status of Yuan Lie, but now it's different - before her child became an adult, she would never allow anyone to shake her status as the status of Yuan Lie.

Mo Zheng, the passerby she never cared about, the clown she didn't even bother to see, has now become a barrier for her child to dominate the grassland. Yue Qiyun outlined Mo Zheng's appearance in her heart.

Thinking of the little white flower who always hides ambition under the delicate appearance, Yue Qiyun's mouth curled contemptuously, and an interesting plan quietly brewed.

"Amur, tell me how capable that woman is that she actually makes the entire tribe bow to her?" Mo Zheng quietly asked her maid in her yurt.

Unlike Yue Qiyun's carelessness, Mo Zheng has always regarded Yue Qiyun as an opponent. If she doesn't overwhelm her for a day, Mo Zheng will be unable to live a peaceful life.

She left Amur behind in order to monitor Yue Qiyun's every move, and asked her to help Su Moer to add some trouble to Yue Qiyun. However, it was obvious that she overestimated Su Moer's ability, and finally allowed Yue Qiyun to completely conquer the members of the Lie Flame clan.

"The concubine does have many magical things..." Amur half-kneeled in front of Mo Zheng and told Mo Zheng in detail the stories about Tianma and divine mastiff that he heard from his tribe members.

"...... Finally, even Dazhasa said that she received the blessing of immortality and was given to our concubine on the grassland." Amur spoke dryly and summed up the legend about Yue Qiyun with Dazhasa's words.

"What's so great?" Mo Zheng curled her lips unconvincedly and said unwillingly: "Submitting a wild horse means that she has received the blessing of Changshengtian?"

"Princess, you have never seen that horse. It's really extraordinary. Anyway, I've grown up so old that I have never seen a horse that can run so fast and have such a tall figure." Amur had also seen Zhaoyue from afar, and he really missed it.

"Then if I also subdued a wild horse, would it be the mistress protected by the Heaven of Eternal Life?" Mo Zheng narrowed her eyes as smoke as fog, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this idea was very feasible.

If she was not a woman favored by the gods, why would she find Yuan Lie when he was the weakest and by chance became his life-saving benefactor?

If she was not the hostess who was the natural hostess of the Lieyan tribe, why did the princess who married Liang Kingdom and married to her so embarrassingly happen on the wedding night?

If she hadn't been supported by the Lieyan tribe, why did Yuan Lie let her follow her on the war?

That's right! Mo Zheng clenched her fists tightly, and couldn't help but jump in her heart.

If the person who stayed was her, the Tianma of the grassland and the Snow Mountain Divine Mastiff that recognized one owner, weren't all hers?

If he could also conquer Tianma, Yuan Lie would happily use the ceremony of marrying his wife to welcome himself into the Khan tent!

Just as Mo Zheng was thinking about how to find a wild horse, Yuan Lie sat in the tent, staring at the little copper bell in his palm, dazed.

The noon sunlight fell through the skylight on the top of the tent, shining on the purple gold bell that was rubbed and shiny, emitting a circle of mysterious light.

As he approached the date when he took Mo Zheng as his concubine, Yuan Lie had a strong doubt in his heart whether Mo Zheng was the one who saved him.

If Mo Zheng was not named his life-saving benefactor, would he willingly marry her?

Thinking of those days when he took Mo Zheng to war, Yuan Lie's brows frowned tightly.

That timid woman, where did she get the courage to rush into the pack of wolves surrounded by wolves?

Yuan Lie will never forget that he saw his agile figure and silver armor before he fell into a coma.

Such a person would never be able to contact Mo Zheng anyway. Mo Zheng, the woman who was shocked whenever there was a little movement on the battlefield, the woman who was trembling when she heard the sound of weapons attacking, could it be the one who rushed into the wolf pack?

Rubbing the mysterious patterns on the copper bell, Yuan Lie almost knew how the next pattern turned. This copper bell was associated with the strange and crisp sound in his memory.

He put the copper bell in his palm and rolled it. The bell just left a beautiful halo in the sun, without even making any sound.

I don’t know why, no matter what he thought, he couldn’t let the copper bell make any sound. Such discovery made Yuan Lie become very interested in the owner of the copper bell.

At this time, sitting on the bench where Yue Qiyun once sat, surrounded by furniture and ornaments she had used. Yuan Lie suddenly had the illusion that the person wearing silver armor overlapped with Yue Qiyun's petite but heroic body.

"How is that possible?" Yuan Lie shook his head and smiled. He was really mean. The woman clearly wanted to separate from him. Why did he always worry about her?

The curtain of the tent was lifted open, and the new general manager of the Wang Ting, who was summoned by him, came in. The sound of tiny footsteps interrupted Yuan Lie's thoughts.

"Ni Congli, how are Ben Khan's ceremony to marry his concubine?" Yuan Lie clenched his fists quietly and hid the small copper bell in the palm of his hand.

"Khan, everything is ready, but this date..." Ni Congli frowned in embarrassment and looked at Yuan Lie hesitantly.

"Isn't the date set on the third day of the third month?" Yuan Lie asked dissatisfiedly. This day was still a matter of Dazaza. Who dares to argue about the days calculated by the witch god in the grassland?
Chapter completed!