After getting the statement of the Fufeng King and the Fusang King, the Great Xia King pressed his hand, and the big tent quickly quieted down.

"King Dongying is my royal brother, his death is tantamount to my great shame, this revenge is not avenged, and he is a king in vain!

However, the city of Qionghua is high and deep, and the rebels are insidious and cunning, and if they attack strongly, they are bound to suffer heavy losses.

In the north of Qionghua City, there is a river, called Zhanghe, if the river is blocked, introduced into Qionghua City, then this city will be broken soon, Dongying King is in the seizure of the Zhanghe River waterway, mistakenly hit the ambush of Qionghua rebels, only to unfortunately fall.

Now, the Qionghua rebels have been exterminated by the king, the monarchs can lead the people of the headquarters, all go up the mountain, build more warships, and when the river rises, they will release the water to flood the city, and then the armies will go down by boat, and the city of Qionghua is not difficult to break. King Daxia said loudly.

"All are at the will of the king." The generals responded in unison.

The Fufeng King returned to the big tent, and his pants were already wet.

Wang Zixing was depressed in his heart, he didn't expect his father to pee his pants in fright on such an occasion, and he was secretly laughed at, which was really embarrassing.

"Father, why are you so cowardly today? Why is that? Wang Zixing looked at King Fufeng and asked.

"What? Didn't my father behave well? King Fufeng asked, looking at Wang Zixing.

"I know that the death of King Dongying is indeed terrifying, but you can't be so afraid of death, right? In front of the king of Great Xia, my father seems to be in a dead spirit, do you know what the generals of other countries say about my father? Wang Zixing asked angrily.

"How do you evaluate it?" King Fufeng asked with interest.

"They say... They said..."

"Say what?"

"Hey... I still don't say it, in short, I just laughed at my father's words. Wang Zixing said with a frown.

"Does it mean that I am greedy for life and afraid of death, and I don't look like a monarch?" King Fufeng asked with a smile.

Wang Zixing was slightly stunned and nodded silently.

"Hahaha...... Whatever they say, my father is like this, so why bother? King Fufeng laughed and entered the big tent, making Prince De stunned in place.

In the evening, Wang Zixing came to the windless tent.

At this time, Wu Wu was also there, standing aside.

"Your Highness, Young Master." After Wufeng saw Wang Zixing, he hurriedly got up and said respectfully.

"Uncle Feng, don't be polite, I came to you to have two drinks with you." Wang Zixing took two jugs of wine and handed one of them to Wufeng.

"Young master, you can't drink alcohol in the army, and you don't dare to do it without wind." Wufeng said with an embarrassed face.

"Uncle Feng, it doesn't matter, now that we are watching from the wall, and there is no war, what is the point of drinking some wine? Come, let's drink. Wang Zixing said, uncorked the wine, and poured some wine into his mouth.

I couldn't get rid of it without wind, so I had to drink some with it.

"Young master, why are you depressed today?" Wufeng put down the flask, looked at Wang Zixing and asked.

"Uncle Feng asked knowingly, how can Uncle Feng not know the performance of my father in the big tent today? I never expected that my father would be so cowardly and cowardly, and he would lose all the face of our Fufeng Country, so that I couldn't even raise my head. Wang Zixing said bitterly in his heart.

"Young master, the king of Great Xia is towering, even if the Son of Heaven sees him, he is still afraid of three points, not to mention our king? When people are afraid, they can do anything, so why make a fuss? Wufeng persuaded him.

"If my father is just a literati who has no power to tie the chicken, then that's fine, but he is my father, the king of Fufeng Country, a dignified monarch, and he was so scared that he peed his pants, what kind of system did he become?" Wang Zixing said that he was depressed, and poured a few more sips of wine.

"Young master, drink less, you're drunk." No wind dissuaded.

"Leave me alone, let me drink, when I'm drunk, I won't be annoyed." Wang Zixing pushed away the windless and continued to drink.

The two drank until late at night, each getting a little drunk.

"Uncle Feng, how is Yue'er doing? Is he okay? Wang Zixing looked at Wufeng and asked.

"Little master, he's fine, his body is stronger than before, but he can't cultivate martial souls yet." Wufeng said.

"Yue'er and I grew up together, almost every day has not been separated, and now my father let him go to Maple Birch Villa, and I am not allowed to see him, a year, for me, it seems like a long century, I really miss him." Wang Zixing said, sighing helplessly.

Hearing Wang Zixing's words, Wu Wuxing's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly fell on Wang Zixing's body.

He had long heard that Yue'er had a twin brother named Xing, who was extremely handsome.

At first, Wuxian was a little unconvinced, most of the twins, between the elder brother and the younger brother, look very similar, even if there are some differences, it will not be too big, he thought that the star and Yue'er should also look similar, but when he saw Wang Zixing, he was surprised to find that he and Yue'er are indeed very different, Yue'er is delicate and soft, with a feminine beauty, and Xing is handsome and burly, with a kind of masculinity.

It can be said that the temperament of the two brothers is diametrically opposed, as if they did not come out of a mother's womb.

Wang Zixing was in distress, and suddenly saw a young man looking straight at him, the young man was burly, his face was handsome, and his dark eyes flashed with bright glory, like a very human.

"Uncle Feng, who is this?" Wang Zixing pointed to Wuxian and asked.

"This is my adopted son, named Wuxian, but a savage in the mountains, I saw that he was pitiful, so I took him back to the village, I didn't expect that he had a lot of talent for martial soul cultivation, and he knew how to be polite, so he was adopted as a righteous son." Wufeng said, looking at Wuxian, "Haven't seen His Royal Highness the Prince yet?" ”

Wuxian stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Wang Zixing, "Wuxian greets His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Get up." Wang Zixing said.

"Your Highness." Wuxian got up and stood behind Wufeng again.

"How old are you?" Wang Zixing looked at Wu Xian and asked.

"Back to Your Highness, the villain is five out of ten this year." Wuxian said truthfully.

"I'm four years older, so it's no wonder I'm so tall." Wang Zixing looked at Wuxian's burly figure and said with a smile.

"When the young master is also fifteen years old, he will definitely be stronger than him." Wufeng said with a smile.

"I hope that our Fufeng country is located in the south of the Yangtze River, although the land of fish and rice, there are few burly people, the Chu country is located in the border, the people are not civilized, Ru Mao drinks blood, but there are many strange people who are tall and big." Wang Zixing said casually.

Hearing Wang Zixing say this, Wu Xian was unhappy in his heart, and his face was slightly angry.

Wufeng noticed Wuxian's face and quietly made a look, and Wuxian had to restrain a little.

"What? I said Chu people, aren't you happy? Could it be that you are also from Chu? Wang Zixing looked at Wu Xian and asked.

Wuxian was slightly stunned, and was about to speak, but saw Wufeng grab the wine gourd and hand it to Wang Zixing, "Come, young master, drink." ”

Wang Zixing smiled, picked up the wine gourd, and drank wildly with Wufeng.

(End of chapter)