A few days later, just when Wanyan Zhuntai was fully prepared and was about to make a move to attack Wanyan Naqi to get back the seal, he suddenly got a shocking news - Wanyan Yilibu had died in the middle of the night due to the aggravation of his condition.

This iron-blooded king, who once dominated one side and galloped between the desert and the grassland at the foot of the Baimian Mountain, ended his humiliating life under the torture and abuse of his own son.

Two days later, the funeral was held in the palace, Wanyan Zhun Tai, as the first heir to the throne of the Khan in the hearts of everyone, gave this funeral the highest etiquette of Heishui, and said goodbye to Heishui Shengwu Ming Deren Shengkuan Wen Yingrui Khan's father, and at the funeral scene, in front of everyone staged a grief-stricken drama, several times "crying" under the king's golden coffin.

Seeing this, everyone sighed that the love between King Khan's father and son was as deep as the sea, but no one knew that Wanyan Yilibu's death was actually inseparable from this so-called filial son.

Wanyan Naqi knelt quietly in the white curtain of the sky, looking coldly at everything around him, including the joyful performance of Wanyan Zhuntai's mother and son, the formal grief of the masses, and the golden but lifeless golden coffin in the center, and suddenly felt very ridiculous.

Wanyan Yilibu, when he was born, he couldn't know people clearly, maybe he shouldn't say that he couldn't recognize, but he was immersed in the fantasy of his father's concubine and virtuous son filial piety and refused to see it clearly, he mistakenly took Chen vinegar as ink, and wrote half of his life on the paper sour, he raised a hungry wolf who wanted his life with his own hands, and now he eats the consequences, and he is sincere when he dies, just like this coffin made of gold, Rao is no matter how precious and valuable it is, it is just a cold vessel for pretending to be dead, meaningless, just like Wanyan Yilibu's life, no matter how strong and shrewd it is? It's not that he is entangled by the tenderness and fantasy emotions that he weaves and can't die well.

Perhaps, as a king, when the body is soaked in the wind and sand, iron and blood, he should not be greedy, looking forward to a gentle township that accommodates the soul, and without the fetters of emotion, he can rise and fall without poison.

The light in his eyes was cold.

The eldest concubine stood by her side, looked at him, and clenched her son's hand, as a woman, she had long lost the right to choose her life, and as a mother, she didn't want her son to repeat the mistakes of countless kings and become cold-blooded and cruel, she only hoped that he would be an ordinary person who was peaceful and happy from now on.

Unfortunately, things will never go the way she hoped, because the funeral will be followed by the ownership of the throne.

Above the political hall, the ministers of Heishui led by Wanyan Zhuntai and Wanyan Naqi are each divided into factions.

Wanyan Zhuntai sneered: "What do you mean by Brother Sanwang?" Are you going to fight me for the throne? ”

Wan Yan Naqi's eyes were cold, and he didn't even look at him: "Second brother's words are really strange, as if Father Khan has passed on the Khan throne to you!" Don't forget, I'm also the son of Father Khan! And I'm the son-in-law! ”

It is precisely because all dynasties and dynasties have followed a rule that there are grandsons and no grandsons, and it is precisely because of this that Wanyan Zhuntai can't wait to put Wanyan Naqi to death.

After hearing his words, Wanyan Zhuntai was so angry that he laughed more and more: "The third brother probably doesn't know!" Father Khan has already decided to let me inherit the throne! What sister-in-law is not a son-in-law, it has long been out of number! ”

"Oh? Is it? Wanyan Naqi was not to be outdone, and spread his hands: "There is no basis for what you say, please ask the second brother to come up with evidence!" If there is evidence, I will naturally be convinced, and worship the second brother as Khan, but if there is no ......"

As soon as the words changed, even the face was a little fierce: "If not, we can't be like an idiot, let others instigate at will!" ”

After finishing the sentence, it immediately caused a chorus of echoing voices behind him.

However, when it came to the evidence, Wanyan Juntai, who was clever just now, was obviously a little panicked, and he didn't even have the confidence to speak: "Father Khan...... Father Khan was seriously ill at the time, and he had no power to hold a pen, so he made me a prince is what he said! ”

"Second brother is confused!" Wanyan accepted his hand, laughed, and his eyes were full of unpredictable emotions, "Even if Father Khan is seriously ill and has no strength to hold the pen, there are pen and ink minions and speech officials to hold the pen on his behalf, why do you need Father Khan to do it himself?" The second brother said this, could he be fooling people? ”

"Nonsense!" Wanyan Zhuntai scolded sharply, annoyed and angry, "I said, it was my father Khan who said to me personally, let me inherit the throne!" ”

At this time, there was someone behind Wan Yan Naqi: "There is no evidence, the second prince can say that the old Khan passed the throne to the second prince, and the third prince can also say that the old Khan passed the throne to himself!" ”

Wan Yan Zhun Tai's vicious eyes swept over, but Wan Yan Na did not stop the voice behind him, on the contrary, the questioning of Wan Yan Jun Tai became more and more intense.

"I'm a witness! The matter of the old Khan's oral transmission of the throne and the three princes is what I have seen with my own eyes! ”

At this time, a woman's voice sounded outside the hall.

Everyone looked over, but only Wanyan didn't move, flicked the jade wrench on his thumb, and a smile of unknown meaning rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Concubine?" The crowd was amazed.

Wanyan Zhuntai's biological mother, Concubine Xiaofei, came in the spotlight, wearing plain clothes, because she always had nightmares in the past two days and dreamed that the old Khan King was covered in blood and asked for their mother and son to ask for their lives, so her face was not very good at this time, and the whole person was haggard.

It wasn't until he walked to the center of the two factions that he said: "I heard it with my own ears and saw with my own eyes that when the king of Khan was seriously ill, he called the second prince to his bed and announced the fact that he was appointed as the prince!" It's just that the king of Khan was very ill at that time, and he didn't have time to ask the official to return to heaven. ”

This reason seems to be reasonable, and after Yan Zhuntai was overjoyed, he immediately clenched his words and said: "That's right! The little concubine is a witness, the old Khan King made me the prince, and now it is justified for me to inherit this throne! ”

When the two factions heard this, the discussion became intense.

Wan Yan knew that there was a joke hidden in the depths of his eyes, and he deliberately glanced at the embroidered bag hanging from the waist of the little concubine, and said: "The little concubine is the biological mother of the second brother, so she naturally looks towards the second brother!" In this way, I have a question I want to ask the little concubine! ”

Everyone stopped the sound of discussion and waited for Yan Naqi's next words.

The expression on the concubine's face stiffened slightly, and after seeing Yan Naqi, she smiled and said: "I want to ask the concubine, obviously my father Khan was fine some time ago, although he was sick, but he was finally in good spirits, why did he suddenly become so sick?" The little concubine has been accompanying her father Khan when she was seriously ill, and no one is allowed to visit, so she must know very well the reason why her father Khan suddenly became seriously ill, right?! ”

When he said this, everyone began to wonder about the cause of the death of the old Khan.

Facing the strange gazes of the people around her, the concubine subconsciously clenched her fists, nervously feeling that her heart was beating fast, her breathing couldn't help but become heavy, and she stammered: "He...... The old Khan king he ...... The illness is fierce, and those who come and go are also in a hurry! ”

"Really? So why not call for a doctor? Wan Yan Naqi continued to ask.

"Just ...... No...... Didn't you say that? The little concubine looked struggling to answer, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her voice trembled slightly: "This illness comes and goes quickly, and if you don't have time to ask for a doctor, the old Khan King will ......."

"But just now the little concubine also said that she heard with her own ears and saw her father Khan's oral account of the succession, and at that time the little concubine had time to watch the excitement, shouldn't she be in a hurry to ask for a doctor? Or is it ...... Is there an inside story about the death of Father Khan? "Wanyan's voice is getting worse.

There are more and more voices of doubt around them.

The concubine's face was as white as ashes, and she only felt that there was a war drum beating in her chest, which beat her heart up and down, her heels were weak, and she couldn't even stand, and she couldn't think of any good excuse for a while.

After a long time, his voice trembled and he replied: "It's the old Khan King, he ...... He didn't let me go to the doctor! ”

At this time, Wan Yan Naqi quietly glanced at the embroidered bag hanging around the concubine's waist, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "Nonsense! No one has seen Father Khan for so long, only you are by your side, maybe you killed Father Khan! ”

"You talk nonsense! Not me! Not me! The little concubine remembered the nightmares she had these two nights, and screamed uncontrollably.

Wanyan Naqi continued to stimulate her, pointed at her and said, "It's you!" You killed Father Khan! It's all you! ”

"It's not me! It's not about me! The little concubine viciously opened the hand that Yan Naqi pointed at her, but in this action, she took the embroidered bag on her waist down.

"What is this?" Someone asked, and took a step ahead to see a loose corner of the embroidery bag showing the edge of the paper.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Wan Yan Naqi's mouth, and he watched the person who asked the question bend down to pick up the embroidery bag.

Only then did the anger on the concubine's face dissipate a little, and she said, "This is a gift from the King of Khan!" ”

The person who picked up the embroidery bag glanced at the little concubine, and pulled out the paper that showed a corner of the embroidery bag, only to find that it was a note, and when he unfolded the content, he was stunned and didn't dare to move.

"What's wrong? What is that? Someone else was curious, so he leaned over and looked at the piece of paper, and immediately looked at the concubine with wide eyes like the first person, with a face full of disbelief.

Seeing this, the others, driven by curiosity, leaned over to look at the contents of the paper.

"Oh my God, this is ...... This is a letter from the old Khan! It's also stamped with a seal! A voice shouted, and after seeing the content clearly, he glanced at the concubine fearfully, and lowered his voice: "This ...... It is said that the old Khan King is reluctant to give up the concubine, and in case of an accident, he wants the concubine to be buried! ”

"What?" Wan Yan Juntai was dumbfounded.

The little concubine suddenly shook her head in disbelief as if she had been hit by five thunders, and then rushed up with an arrow step, grabbed the piece of paper, and after a glance, she still couldn't believe it: "No, this must be fake, someone is harming me!" How could the old Khan leave me such a note? Still tucked into my bag? ”

"But just now, the little concubine herself said that this is a gift from the King of Khan! Maybe the old Khan had thought that he would suddenly become seriously ill, so he left a testament! Everyone's suspicious eyes were fixed on the concubine.

At this time, even the concubine herself was confused, her eyes were so shocked that she seemed to lose her mind, and she only muttered vigorously: "No, no, no......"

"It's ridiculous to say that it was a testament left by Father Khan just on a piece of paper!" Wanyan Zhuntai grabbed the piece of paper and looked at it, and quickly said: "This is obviously fake, someone is harming my Eji!" ”

After a pause, he pointed directly at Wan Yan Naqi, and said sinisterly: "He is the one who wants to harm my Eji!" ”

Wan Yan Naqi smiled, pretending to be innocent: "What did the second brother say?" I don't understand, saying that I want to harm the little concubine is unfounded, isn't this a bloody mouth? ”

"I still want to quibble!" Wanyan Zhuntai's eyes were cracked, and he pointed to the imprint on the paper and said, "The imprint is on you, how long do you want to install it?" ”