C6 The Ambition of the Grassland King(1)

On this day, after Fu Shen finished his work at the yamen, he returned to the yamen. The first thing he did was to carry his daughter, who was tottering and learning how to walk, into his arms. If one were to say that Fu Si was different, everything would be good except for his weak bones. Since birth, he had never stopped suffering from major illnesses and minor illnesses. This illness had just begun to improve. Another one came out from that one.

This weakness was caused by premature labor, and it was also because Fu Tine used a large amount of energy to learn how to speak. As the saying goes, when one gains, one loses. Such a small baby used too much of his brain. Naturally, his body cannot bear it. The so-called energy and energy is where the entire body's essence lies. Overpaying is always not good.

Learning how to walk wasn't a big problem for Fu Shen. The master of the prefecture favored the young master. His feet did not touch the ground. After another half a year, he slowly started to learn to walk. "Si-er." Fu Shen carried Fu Tine into the bookhouse and spoke in a dialect, "Father asked you, do you know why you are not allowed to show off that you are good at reading?"

"Only by hiding your edge can you live peacefully in this world." How could Fu Tine, who was sitting on her father's lap, not know what her father was worried about? She placed her small hand into her father's wide and warm hand. "Father, don't worry. Si-er understands."

"Si-er really understand?" Fu Shen was obviously referring to the matter of hiding his daughter's body many times. Ever since he knew that his daughter was wise, he had brought up this huge secret to educate her daily life.

"Daddy, be at ease. Si-er is the direct son of the Fu Family. When the family reaches adulthood, she will bear the responsibility for the rise and fall of the family." Leaning her small head on her father's shoulder, Fu Tine used a soft and childish voice to say something that did not match her age. "Father, please pass on your brother from the family temple and accompany Si-er. Si-er is very lonely."

"Si-er..." Fu Shen's voice trembled. "Father promises you. When are you ready to participate in the spring examination?" Facing a one year old child saying these words, others did not know that it would be laughable. In fact, father and daughter had "talked" about this countless times.

Fu Tine immediately clapped her little hands (occasionally, she still had to put a child in it) and laughed happily for a while. Then, she gave a big bow to her father, who was sitting on his knees and studying like a model. "Thank you, father, for fulfilling my wish. I have my own considerations for the Spring Examinations." Since Fu Si, who was 11 years old in the history books, had taken the Shizi test and had never entered the encirclement again, if she could not flap her butterfly wings, then so be it.

Fu Si was 1 and a half years old, and the Empress of the Zhou Dynasty was happy to see Lin Er, catching up to Emperor Zhou Wen's 22nd birthday.

Zhou Rites, Emperor Wen and Xiao Hu were happy to see the Dragon Son. The officials and officials of the banquet were all celebrating. Officials from all over the country expressed their congratulations, and the other subsidiary countries also sent messengers.

The Later Era Star Minister refuted: The fierce fate of the dragon and tiger was supposed to be eliminated after a hundred days of fasting. Why did they go against the rules and celebrate? It was because Great Zhou was going to die.

No matter what the future generations said, they only said that Zhou Wen was in high spirits when he met with good news. He actually changed from his usual laziness and set up a banquet for Taihua Hall, where he continuously held meetings with envoys from various countries for many days. After the banquet ended, he was bestowed with some fine wine. The Ministry of Rites received him well. He had to let the envoys of various countries have a good time and enjoy the sights of the local customs and customs of the capital.

It was fine for Emperor Zhou to hold a feast, but treating the envoys well was the right thing to do. He did not expect that one of the envoys was not a true envoy, but the leader of the largest tribe in the north-western grasslands, Ji Jiang, who had hidden his identity and snuck into the envoy.

Ji Jiang was ambitious to begin with, and he was not willing to be the leader of a tribe. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was greedy and wanted to be the leader of a tribe.

He had a woman named Zhou with the surname of Zhou by his side. She was the twelfth son of the Zhou family, and she was named Ji Cheng. That woman was an exile who had been snatched away by a wolf during a hunting trip. She had been carried into the tent that night because of her beauty.

Usually, Ji Jiang would stay in the Yan family's tent. When he heard about the culture and appearance of the Zhou family, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. Now that he'd come here once, he'd personally witnessed the bustling and golden lands, and only then did he know that the Yan Clan's words were only two-tenths of what they'd said.

Not to mention the majestic and magnificent Great Zhou Imperial Palace, but only the officials of the Bureau of Rites accompanying and viewing the various parts of the capital. Tables and pavilions were packed with people and carriages, and everything in the world could be found. His two eyes could not see the end, and his two legs could not be seen. It could be said that he was full of flowers and flowers. He had an endless amount of wealth and wealth. Even the beggars on the street looked fairer and more tender than the men who were herding horses on the grasslands. Ji Jiang's originally restless ambition was forcefully hooked.

When Ji Jiang came to the dynasty, the weather was already winter, but he did not feel cold. By the time he came back, it was already summer, but it was still not hot. Compared to the bitter cold in the northwest all year round, the difference was really huge. Therefore, the ambition of coveting the Great Zhou Country in his already restless heart quietly rose.

After returning to the grassland tribe, Ji Jiang changed his usual behavior. He deliberately doted on the Yan family and even bestowed the treasure that Emperor Zhou had bestowed upon the Twelve Scions, Ji Cheng, who did not even remember his appearance. He didn't do this for any other reason, but for the loyal Mister Qi of the Yan family. Qii Liufeng.

Speaking of this Qii Liufeng, he really wasn't an ordinary person. If it was said that he was saving the Yan Family, who had fallen into a pack of wolves and had their appearance stained with blood, it would be more accurate to say that Ji Jiang had taken a fancy to the young man who was protecting the Yan Family.

Even though many years had passed, Ji Jiang still remembered that Qii Liufeng had no fear in the face of hundreds of hungry wolves. A silver spear danced in the air, making it impossible for water to pour into the situation where the Yan Family was firmly protected behind him. Especially when he was rescued and immediately retreated behind the Yan family, he was not proud of his achievement. They just calmly wiped the blood off their faces, cleaned up the silver spear, and followed Ji Jiang back to the tribe without saying a word.

In his early years, Ji Jiang was only the leader of a small tribe, and there were so many large and small tribes in the grassland. In one night, he became the leader, and was sent into a wasteland every night. No one cared about him. Thinking about this, Ji Jiang felt that he had really wronged Mr. Qi.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Yan family had nowhere to hide in Great Zhou, why would they need to live in the grasslands? If it wasn't for Ji Cheng who gave birth later on, they wouldn't have a real place to live either.

In those years, Ji Jiang's own safety could not be guaranteed, and the Yan family was even more incapable of properly settling Qii Liufeng down. But this Mr. Qi didn't say anything. He just calmly taught a dozen or so chief sons to keep their word. Earn some meat food to make a living. Occasionally, he wouldn't exchange the money for food and drink, but would save it for later. After accumulating so much together, he would only take a few days to climb the One-Line Mountain to the Great Luo Palace to make money for incense and oil.