After Shantong left, Feng Wuyou was a little suspicious of him, so he asked those two questions just now.

"Hui Jiu, what is special about the Saint in the clan?"

There are only nine places in the Presbyterian Church, so the saint will take up one, and the other four barbarian elders have no objection.

It is impossible if it does not have any special functions in the family.

Huijiu was silent again, and a few seconds later he spoke hard: "I don't know."

Feng Wuyou was completely surprised, and she stared at Huijiu.

Huijiu was so much so that she wanted to get into the soil by Feng Wuyou.

"Not every tribe has a saint, only the big tribe has it."

Huijiu said with difficulty: "The tribe I lived in before was too small and too lowly. There was no saint at all. Shan Tong was brought directly by the four elders."

“What does it mean to bring it directly?

There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the wind and rain are like darkness. Listening to their surnames, they are not noble castes."

Feng Wuyou reacted quickly and immediately pointed out the key to the problem.

"They are all low-level surnames, but they were enslaved in a tribe with a surname, and that tribe was the tribe that we defeated."

In other words, the barbarians in this tribe now basically received from that tribe.

"People with the surname Li don't want me to be pressed on them. They either die in battle or escape, and the rest are people with low-ranking surnames.

Shantong turned out to be the saint of the tribe in the surname Li."

"Her surname is Shan, and can she become a saint even if she is a lower surname?"

"Only the saint has nothing to do with the surname, as long as the conditions meet, you can become a saint."

“What conditions?”

Huijiu once again showed an embarrassing expression: "I don't know."

It is true that he is the patriarch, but his surname is Hui. Those people respect him as the patriarch, but they look down on him at all.

These high-level secrets of barbarians have never told him a single word.

Huijiu was so ashamed that he wanted to die. He thought it was okay before. Today, Feng Wuyou was going to use it, but he couldn't answer a word, so he realized how useless he was.

Feng Wuyou pursed her lips. She didn't expect this to be the case in the tribe established by Huijiu.

thump.

Huijiu suddenly knelt down: "Empress, I'm sorry."

It's because he's too useless and can't do anything.

"It's not your business."

Feng Wuyou was silent for a moment, letting Huijiu get up.

Hui Jiu doesn't afford it: "Please punish Hui Jiu, otherwise Hui Jiu will be shameless to see the Empress."

"We sent you back too urgently."

Feng Wuyou patted him: "There are so many things that I didn't have time to teach you. If you want to punish me, would we even punish me?"

"No! It's me that's useless..." Hui Jiu was anxious. It was clearly his fault. How could it have something to do with Feng Wuyou.

"Get up, I'm not in the mood."

Feng Wuyou brought the medicine from the guards: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it when the emperor gets done."

After saying that, she brought the medicine in.

Huijiu knelt on the ground for a while before slowly getting up.

He looked at the room where Feng Wuyou entered, with a complicated expression and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a moment, he turned and left.

Feng Wuyou entered the room, as if there was a sense of sensation. Xiao Jinglan, who had been sleeping, slowly opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

Feng Wuyou quickly came forward, put the medicine aside, and held Xiao Jinglan's hand first.

In the dizziness, the vision was blurred, so she took the initiative to let Xiao Jinglan find her exact location.

There was a hint of anger in Xiao Jinglan's eyes, and he calmed down while holding Feng Wuyou.

His anger was not aimed at Feng Wuyou, but at himself.

He hates how powerless he looks.

"It's been a few days."

He spoke hoarsely.

Feng Wuyou said that it will be fine in three days, and he believed it.

Feng Wuyou forced a smile: "It's only the second day, don't worry."

"Um."

He responded lightly, grabbed Feng Wuyou's hand and pressed it against his face.

"How come you look like a child?"

Feng Wuyou laughed at him.

"in spite of."

Xiao Jinglan was a little willful: "It feels comfortable to stick to it."

Feng Wuyou felt so distressed.

She didn't believe that touching her would really make Xiao Jinglan feel comfortable, but she could only say that it was a psychological effect.

How uncomfortable the Lingquan water is, it can only be relieved by Xiao Jinglan.

"I've boiled some medicine..." She quickly turned around and brought the medicine bowl with her empty hand: "It's to stop vomiting. You can drink a little and you will feel comfortable."

Xiao Jinglan looked at Feng Wuyou and pursed his lips.

He felt uncomfortable in his stomach and even wanted to vomit when drinking water.

This dark medicine juice, let alone drinking it, smelling it, his stomach was already overwhelmed.

But looking at Feng Wuyou's expectant expression, he still sat up.

"Feed me."

"Of course I feed you."

Feng Wuyou smiled: "You can't even sit steadily when you are like this. Do you still drink it yourself?"

Feng Wuyou had one hand still in Xiao Jinglan's hand. She wanted to pull out and scoop the potion, but Xiao Jinglan refused to let go.

"How can I feed you like this?"

“Can you be happy.”
Chapter completed!