"Follow Mr. Ouye."

"Fengjun!"

Gan Jiang kept sobbing.

Feng Yun teased Ou Ye and nodded slightly.

Ou Ye nodded as a gesture of greeting.

Feng Yun returned the gift.

"I still have something to discuss with the witch, so I won't send you away now."

Ouye saluted again: "Fengjun, please don't worry about us. Farewell, Fengjun!"

Mo Nu also saluted: "Farewell Mr. Feng."

Ganjiang wiped away his tears and said: "Fengjun, the general was originally a slave of the country of Han. He was freed by the kindness of Fengjun. Now, Fengjun does not care about the lowliness of slaves. He has a certain way for the general... When the general gets the way, he will definitely achieve it."

Go and serve Lord Feng to repay the favor of new life!"

Feng Yun waved his hand: "I am just a scribe, and I also have a sword. You don't have to worry about it. Just go for your own way."

Feng Yun patted Long Yuan, and the sword soul above Long Yuan shook.

Ou Ye was overjoyed when he saw it.

Feng Yun also turned around and left. He was the Prime Minister of Baiyue, and he was not obsessed with small gains and losses at this time.

He could benefit from the convenience of having a capable general by his side, but he couldn't bear it, thus burying the promising future of the capable general.

…

Once inside the palace, the witch remained silent.

Feng Yun sat across from him.

After a long time, An Feng said: "Mr. Feng, do you want some food?"

It was already dark, and the witch couldn't speak for a long time as she watched Yang Ce's words.

"No need to..."

"I also hope that Chief Anfeng will go find some tea leaves and brew them in boiling water. I have been in the water for the past few days, and my body has inevitably been infected with some miasma."

Feng Yun explained, and An Feng stood up silently.

After An Feng left, the witch looked at An Feng's back and said, "I've never heard of An Feng..."

There is something hidden in the witch's eyes. Looking at Feng Yun and An Feng, she knew that the two had met a long time ago.

"Can the An family be related to the Nuwa family?" the witch asked Feng Yun.

Feng Yun didn't answer.

At this time, An Feng came with a water jug ​​and poured tea for the witch and Feng Yun using two pottery bowls.

The witch no longer mentions the Nuwa family.

She looked at the seal characters on the long axe, and with the help of Feng Yun's "Jiuli Biao", she understood its meaning.

"Fengjun really wants to do this?" The witch looked at Feng Yun steadily.

Feng Yun nodded.

He said firmly: "Seven thousand people of all ethnic groups have gathered outside Baiyue City. Tomorrow, we will inform all tribes in Baiyue about this policy along with the order to borrow food."

The witch's eyes were filled with admiration for Feng Yun, but she hid it so well that Feng Yun thought she was angry.

"Master Feng, if we continue with this plan, I'm afraid there won't be anyone left to borrow food."

"Why don't we borrow food first? With Lord Feng's current prestige, no tribe will disobey orders..."

The witch gave Feng Yun advice.

But Feng Yun shook his head and smiled lightly.

"I'm afraid the witch is mistaken. I've never thought more about borrowing food."

Feng Yun wrote lightly: "I know that doing this has given these tribes an excuse to oppose me and even resist me again."

"But that's what I'm going to do."

"If Baiyue is peaceful and there are no other voices from these tribes, what excuse will be used to carry out this reform?"

"This..." The witch's mind was shaken.

"Does Mr. Feng want to start a war?" The witch was shocked.

Feng Yun shook his head.

"Wrong, witch, war requires soldiers and public opinion to follow, otherwise it will be difficult to form an army."

"This policy is a positive policy, it is fair and just, and what it says is for the sake of the country and the people...not for the people in power of the tribe."

"Now that the people's hearts are with me, and there are 7,000 people here, I can add 5,000 armored soldiers to the city at will. These tribes dare not move arbitrarily."

The witch ponders.

"Fengjun is testing the Qi tribe. How many tribes are willing to submit to the Qi clan at this time?"

Feng Yun nodded, but then shook his head.

"This is something that Yunyang's plan will not reveal for the time being. The witch can wait until the order to borrow food comes and she will find out for herself."

The witch pursed her lips and sighed slightly.

"That's all. If Lord Feng wants to give an order tomorrow, please let the old woman take the order back to Yao... As long as the old woman is here, Yao can go to the tribe at any time."

Feng Yun was surprised.

"Great witch, I would like to thank Baiyue."

The witch smiled and shook her head.

"I am not one of those ignorant people. I also know what Mr. Feng is capable of, so I am willing to believe in Mr. Feng."

Looking at the privileged parts of the "Ten Tribunals of Jiuli" and the "Stele of Great and Small Dukes" on the long yue, the witch said: "I wonder which tribe Feng Jun is going to arrange for Yao to join, and whether the old woman is a grand duke or a junior duke."

The witch was only half-joking, but she was also trying to gain status for Yao, so that Yao's people would not be treated lightly if the queen was removed from the clan.

"There are more than 200,000 people in Baiyue, of which Yao account for 30,000, and among the ten tribes of Jiuli, seven can be separated."

"As a Yao shaman, you can join the Crocodile Department, where you will be in charge of regulations, and perform singing, dancing, etiquette, and music; or you can join the Python Department, where you will be a witch and perform medicine and sacrifices."

Traveling to two places in one place is already an extremely privileged treatment.

"The witch is naturally the grand duke of the two tribes."

The witch thanked him.

"Thank you so much for your grace, Mr. Feng. The old woman will go clean up and get ready."

Feng Yun nodded.

The witch looked at An Feng and said, "Follow me back and make arrangements to go to the tribe."

"No." An Feng nodded and left with Witch Yu.
Chapter completed!