Yu Changan only left the camp with 3,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, and although he had already confronted Liang Yetong's camp, he was confident that Liang Yetong would not attack his side.

Even if Liang Yetong had seen that there was no hope of winning and wanted to go crazy, he would definitely rush into the palace and fight with Liang Jia instead of looking for him.

He led people away for only one purpose, that is, to win over those neutral nobles who were still on the sidelines.

At the beginning of the battle for the throne, there were two external forces that could affect the outcome of the battle, one was the rebel forces in the six cities outside the Netherworld, and the other was these neutral aristocratic forces in the Netherworld.

The reason why these forces have been influencing the struggle for the throne like a stubborn disease is not only because of their own strength, but also because of the checks and balances between the parties, so that no side dares to act rashly.

But now that the rebels outside the city have all been wiped out, and the so-called checks and balances of the past are gone, the only remaining neutral nobles can only be reduced to lambs to the slaughter.

If you think about it, the fate of these neutral nobles may not be as good as the rebel forces before them.

In the Mansion of the Marquis of Zhongyong, Song Lian, the Marquis of Zhongyong, sat on the chair calmly, and said impassionedly: "The old man has never seen any scenes when he followed the first king to conquer the south and the north, and the old man was already powerful in the Netherworld before she was born, and now she just sent a young man out and wanted to do me?"

Song Lian, the loyal and brave marquis on the throne, seemed to be fearless, but the juniors who accompanied him were already a little unable to sit still, seeing that Song Lian seemed to be still planning to talk about the glory of the past, his son Song Huicheng couldn't help but interject: "Father, let's think about how to deal with that guy named Yu Changan now." ”

Song Lian was interrupted from his recollection, looked at Song Huicheng with an angry face, and said viciously: "What is there to be afraid of, the mansion has also raised a lot of private troops over the years, and now they have defended the inside and outside of the Marquis's Mansion to the death, are you afraid that he Yu Chang'an will dare to break into the door?"

Song Lian still said with a momentum like a rainbow, but no one in the audience could agree with his statement, although the Marquis of Zhongyong was a big nobleman in the Netherworld, but because of Song Lian's mediocrity, he had already lost his power under the repeated suppression of Liang Yetong and Qi Ge over the years.

His so-called private army is just some extremely ordinary cultivators, who want to cultivate but not cultivate, and have no fighting spirit, and on weekdays they are nothing more than receiving wages from the marquis' mansion to fill the façade. Not to mention fighting a war with a corps like the Yellow Turbans, even if they were allowed to fight the rebels outside the city before, they would not have the slightest chance of winning.

Song Huicheng finally couldn't stand his father's boastful talk, he suddenly shouted: "Enough, father, sober up! It's not the past now, Liang Jia has become the Netherworld, and she really brought back the power that can destroy all opponents, and now the only chance is to take refuge in her, there is no other way." ”

"Presumptuous!" Song Lian glared at Song Huicheng fiercely, so angry that his lips trembled a little: "What do you know, do you know what it means to be conspiracy? When the first king was here, he didn't dare to move the old man, because he didn't dare to move, Liang Jia had just ascended the throne and needed the support of my old ministers, so she dared to move me? If she moved me, what would she do to face the others? He was not afraid that the old ministers would continue to oppose her?"

These words are loud and sound, and at first glance it sounds like a "former minister", although a "former minister" like Song Lian has lost his momentum, but after all, his identity and influence are there, no matter who wins Liang Yetong or Liang Jia in the end, he should be polite to an old minister like him.

Unfortunately, some truths are not always true, and clinging to some so-called eternal and unchanging truths can often lead to greater crises.

Song Huicheng is young after all, he clearly sees through the situation in Netherworld at the moment, and he always pays attention to the news from the outside world.

The reason why he was so panicked was not just because he was not optimistic about his father's so-called way of scheming, but because he got a piece of news just before he entered the door.

The champion Hou Ning was killed, all the direct bloodlines of the marquis were killed, and the marquis's mansion was arrested and waiting to be distributed.

The champion Hou is the largest nobleman in the Netherworld except for the royal family, Ning Licheng and Song Lian are both old men who followed the previous Netherworld King back then, but after they became famous, they did not go out to be feudal officials like other dukes, but were left in the Netherworld, and then fell to the point where they are now.

Prior to this, the old nobles, led by the Champion Hou and the Loyal and Brave Marquis, all chose to be neutral in the civil war, in order to survive the crisis in the safest way.

After all, no matter which side they choose, they have to take the risk of failure, and if they don't choose anyone, they naturally don't have to take the risk of either side.

The downside of this is that they won't have the so-called support after they succeed, but it doesn't seem wrong to have a little less benefit than the huge risk.

As a result, before they could decide the winner, one side of the civil war had already made a move against them, and it was directly showing the butcher's knife.

Champion Hou is the highest rank and status among the old nobles, after his death, it is very likely that the next will be the Marquis of Zhongyong, but Song Huicheng can only watch his father talk about the country here, and he can't get the slightest strategy to deal with it.

Thinking of what his father said, Song Huicheng showed a miserable smile, shook his head and said: "Is it against Liang Jia? It's all now, who dares to oppose her?" Liang Yetong is not strong, she has been preparing for so many years, and she has united so many nobles in the city, but as a result, it is not that she has been blocked out of the palace and cannot move an inch, and even now she has been attacked by people from front and back. ”

"Father, surrender, let's obey Liang Jia, help her sit on the throne, and then take out most of the family property and offer it to her, maybe we can change the stability of the family. Song Huicheng pleaded, his eyes full of longing.

"No way! The old man would never give her that much. Song Lian asserted.

Hearing this answer, Song Huicheng did not despair, but laughed, and the meaning of his father's words was also full of the idea of surrender, but he was unwilling to take out most of the family property to worship.

Only then did Song Huicheng know that his father was not old and confused, but he never chose to bow his head because of face and reluctance to benefit.

"Father, the price should be negotiable, and I believe they should be able to give us a chance to talk. Song Huicheng seized the opportunity to persuade.

Song Lian didn't reply anything, but he didn't refuse Song Huicheng's suggestion either, and it seemed that he was already planning to leave this matter to his son to do.

But at this moment, there was a scream outside the house, and then a fierce killing breath rushed in from the courtyard.

"Stop, don't resist. Song Huicheng immediately ordered.

It's a pity that his order has become meaningless, the guards inside and outside the Marquis's Mansion collapsed almost the moment they touched the Yellow Turban Army, many people fell in a pool of blood before they could not resist the order, and some of the guys with bright brains had already fled at the beginning of the war, and they didn't even think about waiting for death here.

The so-called defensive force in the huge Marquis's Mansion almost only resisted for a moment before it collapsed, Yu Changan rushed into the Marquis's Mansion with a group of Yellow Turban Army soldiers, and then he looked in the direction of the hall and walked slowly.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yu Changan. Yu Changan stood at the door and looked at the people in the hall with a smile.

Song Lian sat on the throne with a gloomy face, he had just acquiesced to Song Huicheng's proposal to surrender, but before the matter could be carried out, someone had already killed him, and it was difficult for anyone to face this kind of thing with a smile.

Song Huicheng can be regarded as one of the few people in the Marquis's Mansion who understands, he forced out a smile and greeted him and said: "This is Yu Shuai, look up for a long time." ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, I'm just an errand runner. Yu Changan said with a smile.

"Yu Shuai is too modest, if you run errands, then what else can we do. Song Huicheng said with a smile, he always peeked at Yu Changan's eyes when he spoke, for fear of seeing the killing intent in the other party's eyes.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to Yu Shuai for a long time, but unfortunately Yu Shuai was always busy outside the city and never had a chance. Seeing that Yu Changan didn't speak again, Song Huicheng continued to greet him.

"Oh, what do you want to talk to me about?" asked Yu Changan.

"Want to talk about ...... Surrender to the truth. Song Huicheng squeezed out these two words with difficulty, after all, this is not a glorious thing, but in order to survive, he can only do so.

"Surrender?" Yu Changan said with a smile: "You mean you want to talk to me about helping the Nether King eradicate the rebels, is that so?"

"Yes, yes, that's what it means. Song Huicheng nodded busily.

"Since this means this, why didn't you express your stance earlier?" Yu Changan asked, his eyes began to change, and the smile on his face gradually dissipated.

Song Huicheng chuckled in his heart, and said stubbornly: "It's not like there is no chance." ”

"Oh, I didn't have a chance before, but now that I see a dead man, I think the opportunity has come, is that so?"

"Actually, it's not like that, it's not ......"

"Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

"I ask you if you're afraid of death?"

"Afraid of death...... Naturally, everyone is afraid, and I am also afraid. ”

"Since you're afraid of death, why don't you make a choice earlier?" Yu Changan asked coldly, his hand slowly clasped on Song Huicheng's head as he spoke.

Song Huicheng struggled to avoid Yu Changan's hand, but found in despair that he couldn't dodge.

"I always want to have the best of both worlds, and I can have the best of both worlds, right? It's a pity, this war is either you die or I die, and there is no way to get the best of both worlds for you. Yu Changan said slowly.

"Yu Shuai, listen to my explanation......"

Yu Changan shook his head and interrupted him: "When you choose not to help each other, it means that you are enemies on both sides. Since it is an enemy, it can only draw a sword against each other. ”。

As he spoke, a silver light suddenly flashed on Yu Changan's hand, and he neatly cut off Song Huicheng's head.

He slowly wiped the blood from the knife, looked at Song Lian, who was shocked and angry, and said, "Old Marquis, it's time to go on the road." ”