Bu Yangfei and his mother Murong Ke led the northern wolf war group to the south, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

The raven flew to the bow of the ship and brought black news.

Murong Ke opened the note, and the few lines seemed to have been read for thousands of years.

Her fingers snapped loose, and the paper flew high in the wind before falling into the rushing river.

"No ——" accompanied by Murong Ke's extremely painful wail, the birds were startled and the forest on the shore echoed in the entire wide Canglang River.

The patriarch of the Buyang family, the lord of the Northern Underworld, and the guardian of the northern border, Bu Yangchen, was beheaded for treason in the City of Light.

Tearing out pieces of white cloth, up to the Buyang family Buyangfei and the vassals in the north, down to every warrior of the wolf war group, wearing linen and filial piety.

Bu Yangchen's death was a strong vengeful anger among the people in the north, and along with this anger, all the soldiers looked at Haicheng.

Pity the Qingqiu family is still struggling to besiege the soldiers of Wanghai City, they are still rushing to control the siege ladder, and in the absence of a leader, the tiger and wolf army in the north is like falling from the sky.

This is not a war, it is basically the same as a massacre.

In the midst of the joyful slaughter of the northern warriors and the screams of the Qingqiu family, Murong Ke entered Wanghai City by boat.

She walked through arches and stone walls, from sunlight into shadows, and back into daylight.

Murong Ke's younger brother Murong De was waiting for them with his father's guards on the stairs near the water. Murong De was a sturdy young man, with maroon hair, a fiery beard, a cuirass full of war scratches and dents, and a blue cloak dyed red. Standing beside him was Lord Nangong Hao, with a stiff body, a short gray beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a bright yellow armor with black jade inlaid with the city's intricate vine patterns, and a cloak woven of crow feathers hanging from his emaciated shoulders. He was the one who rescued his younger brother from the Qingqiu family camp.

"Bring them in. "Murong De Shizi ordered. The three men descended the stairs to knee-deep water and pulled the dinghy through with long hooks.

The snow wolf north wind suddenly jumped out, and the three of them hurriedly retreated, staggering, one of them fell into the water, everyone laughed, and the man showed an embarrassed expression.

Murong De stepped forward. "Sister. He said in a hoarse voice. He had deep eyes, lips that were meant to smile, but now he couldn't. He looked exhausted, emaciated from the series of wars and pressures, and the wound on his neck was clearly visible. "Sister, I'm as sad as you are. We heard about Lord Bu Yangchen, and the Qingqiu family will definitely pay for it, I swear to God!"

Murong Ke's tears fell silently. "Will that bring him back to life?" she said sharply. The wound was too new to listen to words of comfort. Now she can't think about things related to Bu Yangchen, and she doesn't want to think about it. It won't work, she has to be strong. "I'll talk about these things later, and take me to my father. ”

"Father is waiting for you in the bedroom, sister, I'll take you there. ”

Murong De accompanied his sister up the waterfront stairs and through the lower courtyard.

The towering sandstone city wall towered overhead, and he pushed open a door guarded by two guards with fierce shark helmets, and Murong Ke took the opportunity to ask, "How bad is the situation of my father?" she asked, afraid to hear the answer.

Murong De's expression was serious. "The medicine man said that he was not much left in the world. Frequent attacks of pain...... And quite awesomely. ”

Hearing this, a nameless anger flooded Murong Ke's chest.

She had just lost her husband, and now she was going to lose her father.

Murong Ke hated this world, hated his younger brother, hated the Qingqiu family, hated the pharmacist, and especially hated the Netherworld Grim Reaper who took her relatives away from her one by one. "You should have told me sooner. ”

"It's my father's refusal. He didn't want his enemies to know that he was going to die soon. The kingdom is in such turmoil right now, if the Qingqiu family knows that he is so weak, he is afraid that they will ......"

“...... Send troops to attack?" Murong Ke finished speaking for his younger brother with difficulty.

She suddenly remembered the cause of all this, could it be that it was all because she took the initiative to arrest the crippled and ugly ghost son of the Qingqiu family?

They tread up the spiral staircase in silence.

The main fort where his father Murong Bo lived was in the same three-sided shape as Wanghai City, with a protruding stone balcony on the east side, like the bow of a huge sandstone ship. From there, anyone can take in the views of the city walls, the fortress and the junction of the river opposite.

Father Murong Bo's bed was moved to the balcony.

"He likes to bask in the sun and watch the scenery on the river. Murong De entered the door and said, "Father, see who I may have brought here, your Ke'er has returned." ”

Murong Bo has always been tall, tall and burly when he was young, and he looks bloated when he enters old age. However, now he seems to be a little atrophied, the muscles of his body are gone, and his face is so shriveled.

The last time Murong Ke saw him, his hair and beard were still brown with a little gray, but now they were all snow-white.

Hearing Murong De's voice, his father opened his eyes. "Little Ke'er," the voice was small, full of pain, "my Ke'er." A trembling smile appeared on his face, and he fumbled for her hand. "I've finally waited for you......"

"Let's talk. Saying that, his younger brother Murong De bent down and retreated and left.

Murong Ke knelt down and held his father's hand. The hand, which had been so large and powerful before, was now withered, and the skin was loosely wrapped around the bone, and it had long since lost all strength.

"You should have told me a long time ago," Murong Ke said, "send someone to deliver a letter, or a bird's ......."

"The messenger will be caught, tortured," replied the father weakly, "the birds will be shot down...... a sharp pain struck him, his fingers grasping her hand tightly. "The Qingqiu family will capture your brother...... I'm so scared...... There are their camps everywhere, and I'm so scared that I'll just leave and never get a chance to see you again. ”

"Father, aren't I here now?" Murong Ke said, "I came with Bu Yangfei, your grandson, do you remember?"

"I remember...... Of course, I remember that he inherited the eyes of the Murong family. ”

"Yes, still today. We also brought you Youyong Qingqiu, who is our prisoner. Father, the siege of Wanghai City is gone. ”

Murong Bo, the guardian of the Southern Realm, opened his mouth and smiled: "I saw it, when the battle started last night, I told them...... I had to see, so they carried me to the gate tower...... I looked at it from the battlements. It was the most beautiful scene I've ever seen in my life...... The torches were like flowing tides, and I heard the screams on the other side of the river...... What a wonderful scream...... All the siege towers were on fire, like sky lanterns on the banks of a wide river. Seriously, even if I died, I was satisfied. By the way, all this is really done by your son, my grandson?"

"That's right, father," Murong Ke's tone was firm and proud, "it was Fei'er and the Northern Tiger Wolf Division he led did. ”

"It's really a piece of material for a war," Murong Bo's expression became weaker and weaker, "There are no dogs in Jiangmen, and, cough cough, you have three sons, and the Buyang family is really amazing." ”

After he finished speaking, he lay back, closed his eyes, and seemed to collapse all over.

"Father, you should rest first, and then I will call him to meet you. After Murong Ke finished speaking, he straightened his father's hair, leaving him in the shadow of the castle, accompanied by the rushing river below.

Before she left the bedroom, the old man was already asleep.

When Murong Ke returned to the lower courtyard, he saw Murong De standing on the stairs adjacent to the water, with water dripping from his shoes, talking to the guards of Wanghai City. As soon as he saw her, he immediately asked, "How?"

"His time is short," Murong Ke said, "just like the pharmacist said." ”

Murong De's face was worried.

"What about Bu Yangfei?" asked Murong Ke.

"He should go to the hall with Duanmu Mountain. The younger brother replied.

Murong Ke rushed to the hall of Wanghai City alone, only to see Duanmu Shan sitting on a bench, holding a bowl of wine, while recounting the battle of the ambush in the Moonlit Night Forest to the soldiers of Wanghai City. “...... That guy wanted to escape, but we blocked the valley to death, and then the army rushed out of the darkness with knives and guns, and the north wind of the young wolf lord rushed to the forefront, and eighty percent of the people of the Qingqiu family thought that it was a hellish ghost, and I saw it tear off a person's arm alive, and all the horses around him went crazy, and the people on the horse fell to the ground one after another......"

"Duanmu Mountain," Murong Ke had to interrupt him, "where is my son?" ”

"Madam, the young wolf lord went to the bottom of the sacred tree in Wanghai City. ”

This was always the case before. He is the Father's Son, just as He is my Son, and I must keep it in mind.

Oh, Guanyin is merciful, and he walks in the dust......

Murong Ke found his steps under the canopy woven by green leaves. He knelt in front of the sacred tree, his sword stuck in the dirt, and behind him knelt the entire northern vassals.

Murong Ke felt that he shouldn't disturb them. So she waited quietly.

Bu Yangfei slowly got up and put his sword into the sheath.

"Mother," Bu Yangfei said when he saw Murong Ke standing there, "We have to hold a meeting, and there are many things that need to be decided. ”

"Your grandfather wants to see you," Murong Ke said, "Fei'er, he's very sick. ”

"I know about my grandfather's situation, and my uncle told me everything, and I am very sad. But we must assemble first, we have just received news from the south that Huangfuyun has ascended the throne and become king in the Golden City. ”

"Huangfu Yun?" Murong Ke was shocked, "He, he is the king?"

"Madame, it's true, so the assembly is crucial. A northern vassal said.

The war meeting was held in the hall of Wanghai City. Four long folding tables are arranged in a square with an upward opening.

Murong Bo, the patriarch of the Murong family, was seriously ill and could not attend the meeting, he still slept lightly on the balcony, dreaming of the sunset over the river when he was young. So his son Murong De sat on his high position.

The vassals of the southern border sat on either side of Murong De. The vassals and nobles who had fled originally came back one after another after learning of the great victory in Wanghai City.

On the opposite side of Murong De are the northern princes centered on Murong Ke and Bu Yangfei.

What followed was not so much a rally as a quarrel.

Bu Yangchen is the guardian on behalf of the northern border, and Murong De is the guardian on behalf of the southern border, but at this time, both of them abandoned their blood kinship, and the vassals of all parties joined in one after another, making a commotion.

In the power game that belongs to the world of men, all quarrels arise from the conflict of interests represented by each party.

There was a quarrel at the rally, and after the meeting was over, they still fought side by side or saw each other with swords.

This is true for hundreds of years, thousands of years, even infinite pasts or infinite futures.

Murong Ke watched quietly.

Each nobleman has the right to speak, and they also take their own opportunity to do their best...... or yelling, or swearing loudly, or knowing it with reason, or even coaxing, or joking and bargaining, or smashing glasses and slapping the table to threaten words, sometimes some people leave the scene angrily and then come back to their seats with a smile......

According to the information they currently have, Tai Shi'an has regrouped his defeated army in the swamp, and Lord Chisongyang and Lord Xiahou Lei are still guarding Fenglingdu.

And the army of Qingqiu's spiritual power has turned back and crossed the Three Forks River and is rushing towards the Golden City.

For example, there are two kings at the same time, and they do not give in to each other.

In the quarrel between the two major families in the north and south, many princes advocated immediately marching into the Golden City to fight to the death with Qingqiu's spiritual power, and the new and old hatreds wiped out all the forces of the Qingqiu family in one fell swoop. There are quite a few people who oppose it.

"Huang Fuyun is not a king, I don't recognize him as a king. Bu Yangfei said.

"My lord, you can't be loyal to the emperor, can you?" said Nalan Gangfeng, "Ling Zun will die at his hands." ”

"Huangfu Zhang should be killed," Bu Yangfei said, "but it doesn't mean that Huangfu Yun is the king." According to the law of the kingdom, the throne should be owned by the emperor. If he dies......"

This really gave way to Yang Fei, who was determined to kill the rightful king Huang Fu Zhang, and refused to recognize the name of the king who had the most inheritance in the future.

"Huang Fuyun has already held an enthronement ceremony in the Golden City," said Nangong Hao, the lord of the Twin Towers Family, "It is rumored that the Dugu Family in the Western Realm supports him, and the Eastern Realm has always had no good feelings towards the Qingqiu Family. Therefore, if the forces of the Northern Underworld City and Wanghai City are combined with it, the original Seven Great Families, excluding the Moyi Family, which has disappeared, will be five enemies and one, my lords, I dare to guarantee that in less than half a year, we will be able to pick the heads of the Queen Mother, the Little Ghost King, the Qingqiu Spiritual Power, and other messy people to the top! We only need to join the Huangfu Yun King to achieve such fruitful results. ”

"I don't recognize the name of the king of Huangfu Yun. Bu Yangfei said stubbornly. Murong Ke felt that he was talking like his father was walking in the dust, and he was a little scared.

"So, who do you mean we should be loyal to?" Murong De asked.

"I don't know. Bu Yangfei said, "I also hope that someone can guide me." We all know that the Qingqiu family said that my father was a traitor and murdered him, but if Huangfu Chang is the real king, and we raise an army to resist, then we will really be traitors. ”

"In the current situation, my father has written to urge you to be cautious," said the elder Xiahou Hu, who attended the meeting on behalf of Xiahou Lei, the patriarch of the Xiahou family, with a signature weasel-like smile and cunning. "Why don't we wait and see what happens, and let the two kings play a game of power and supremacy? When they are done, we can either pay tribute to the victor or raise our troops to resist, everything is up to us. And now that Huangfu Yun has been proclaimed emperor, presumably Qingqiu Lingli is eager to negotiate peace with us...... And in exchange for his son's safe return, Xiao Ke is not talented, he can negotiate a suitable price with Qingqiu Lingli on behalf of you, and everyone is satisfied......"

A roar drowned out his voice. "You coward!" roared Lord Duanmu.

"Fuck the price, we can't let go of the king slayer Qingqiu Youyong. Nalan Gangfeng, who lost his two younger brothers, said sadly.

"Why don't you negotiate peace?" Murong Ke asked.

The princes of the north and south all turned their heads and stared at her. But Murong Ke only felt the eyes that were looking at her.

"Mother, because they murdered my father, your husband. Bu Yangfei said bitterly. He drew his sword and placed it on the table in front of him, the blade of steel gleaming coldly on the rough wood. "I'll negotiate with them with this. ”

Duanmushan in the back row echoed loudly, and the others also agreed, and they either shouted with them, or slapped the table with their fists, and drew their matching swords one after another.

Murong Ke waited quietly for them to calm down. "My lords, my husband is your master or colleague, but I share the bed with him and bear children for him, am I not as loving him as you are?" "If the sword can bring him back to life, then I will not allow you to put away your sword until your father stands in front of me...... However, he has left us, and of course, the relatives of all of you here, the younger brother of Lord Nalan Steelfront, I can empathize. But, but how many more lives am I going to take for this?"

"Madame, you are a woman's kindness. A southern lord said.

"Women are soft-hearted," said Lord Nalan Gangfeng, his face carved with traces of sadness, "Men need revenge." ”

"The purpose of our expedition is to protect the territory and free my husband. Murong Ke replied. "At the moment we have achieved the first goal, and the other one can no longer be achieved. Although I know that the day I die, I will mourn for my deceased husband, but I must think first for the living. I hope that my two daughters will return safely, and they are still in the hands of Qingqiu Yourong in Guangming City. I hope you will inherit your father's title in peace, and I hope this is over. Ladies and gentlemen, I long to return home. ”

After Murong Ke finished speaking, the hall was silent.

"Negotiate peace?" "Negotiate peace," his younger brother Murong De broke his calm, "Negotiation of peace is naturally good, but if peace is negotiated today, Ma is released in Nanshan, and tomorrow the Qingqiu family finishes cleaning up Huangfu Yun, I'm afraid we will have to pick up arms and return to the battlefield, when the time comes, what should we do?"

"If I can only go home with the bodies of my two younger brothers, what is the meaning of my life?" questioned Nalan Gangfeng.

......

Murong Ke was extremely frustrated, the people in the hall were originally arguing with each other, but now, everyone was aiming at her.

"Even if we go to negotiate peace with Guangming City, won't we become traitors in the eyes of Huang Fu Yun, if Huang Fu Yun wins the Qingqiu family, how do you expect him to treat us traitors?" Lord Yuwen Cheng, who had always respected Murong Ke, also questioned.

The crowd shouted again. Murong Ke sat in despair, all hopes for peace had been dashed, and her son and relatives would experience the baptism of war again.

Murong Ke thought about his two daughters, and he didn't know if he could meet again in this life.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" someone shouted, and the voice reverberated back and forth in the wide hall. Duanmushan reached over his shoulder and drew out the terrifying giant sword. "Now that there are no true kings in the Seven Kingdoms, whether it is Huangfu Zhang or Huangfu Yun, why should we be loyal to them? Since there are already two kings, why don't we choose one more?"

Saying that, Duanmu Mountain's sword pointed and flew away. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is all right for me to kneel, but I will only kneel with this one king. He shouted like thunder, "Long live the King of the North!"

"If that's the case, I agree. Lord Yuwen Cheng said and drew his long sword. "Long live the King of the North!" he knelt beside Duanmu Mountain.

Akamatsu Tsuki, who represents the Akamatsu family, stands up. "Long live the King of the North!" she shouted, then placed her spiked meteor hammer next to the two swords.

One lord after another stood up, drew his sword, and fell to his knees, shouting an ancient name that no one had heard of for a thousand years. Since the Moyi family unified the six countries, this title capital has reappeared magnificently, resounding in the halls of Wanghai City.

"Long live the King of the North!"

Murong Ke looked at the crazy crowd in amazement, feeling extremely strange.

If before the assembly everyone was angry that there were two kings in this world, then after a meeting, there were three kings in this world.

This is no longer a grudge between the two families, and this war will sweep through any corner of the entire Seven Kingdoms Continent.