The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 221 A Hundred Years Reunion ([-])
"It doesn't matter who it belongs to." With a chuckle, Tang Shanshan took the holy object and put it in Zhuotu's hand.

"It's my thing, who I want to give it to, of course I have the final say." Zhuotu pushed the thing back and said forcefully.

The sacred objects on the grassland have always been given to the future concubine by King Khan.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been a precedent for the sent holy objects to be taken back.

And Zhuo Tu was unwilling to take it back.

Whether it is from selfishness or the future of the grassland, he recognizes this woman as his concubine.

He must never take back the holy things.

Tang Shanshan just smiled and said nothing.

He just pushed the things in his hand forward into Zhuotu's hand again.

Zhuotu saw Tang Shanshan's persistence from her smile.

However, he also has his persistence.

One of the two people wants to pay it back, and the other doesn't accept it. From a distance, it looks like a couple talking in love, you and me.

The smile on Qi Zihan's face gradually faded, no matter what, for Shanshan's sake, he would not let Shanshan marry Zhuotu.

Stepping forward, Qi Zihan decided to break the ambiguity between the two of them first.

"For that person?" Zhuotu asked suddenly.

Is it for the envoy of the Central Plains emperor?

Otherwise he couldn't think of a better reason.

Tang Shanshan pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Zhuotu remained silent but stubbornly refused to take back the holy object.

"I am the Khan King of the Grassland, with a radius of thousands of miles. As long as it is nomadic, it is my territory." Receiving Tang Shanshan's affirmative answer, Zhuotu was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "The sky in the grassland is blue, the grassland The land is green and blue, and the cattle and sheep on the grassland are as numerous as the white clouds in the sky. As my concubine, all of these are shared by you and me."

Zhuotu stared closely at Tang Shanshan's eyes, and said the last sentence: "In the grassland, you can fly freely and be an eagle, not a canary in a deep house compound, locked in a gold and jade cage. "

For a moment, Tang Shanshan's heart skipped a beat.

The scene that Zhuo Tu painted was tumbling in her mind.

What a beautiful painting, it makes people yearn for it spontaneously.

Qi Zihan stood in the shadow, holding his breath, waiting for Tang Shanshan's answer.

(End of this chapter)