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It is the season of pear blossoms again, Yanjing City is white inside and outside, the graceful and white pear blossoms stretch into the sea, and under the wings of the incomparably huge Xuanyao stands Yan Eighteen.

He was riding on a horse, still thin, it was already the end of spring, but he was still wrapped in a thick brocade robe, his face was unusually pale, without a trace of blood, two days ago, he fell ill again, and fell in front of the ministers, so the ministers were terrified, afraid that the king of ten thousand times who had just succeeded to the throne would die suddenly, if so, then the Yan Kingdom would inevitably fall into a situation of no catastrophe.

It is true that today's Yan country is already in danger, and can no longer withstand the slightest turmoil, in Longshan, the three brothers of the Yan family have raised the banner, tens of thousands of soldiers full of grief and indignation are coming towards Yanjing City, they are not fast, but like a towering mountain step by step, the depressed atmosphere is full of inside and outside Yanjing City, even the birds fly from the sky, are weak.

However, this is only one of them, the left doctor Baili Xun questioned the succession of the new monarch, he believes that someone tampered with the edict of the first monarch, and led the retainers back to the fiefdom Wuchao when the new monarch has not returned, and the three marquis who went to Qi came back in time, of course, the three marquis did not return to Yanjing City, but went to Wuchao, where they gathered an army of 20,000 people, although they did not raise the banner of rebellion, but it was no different from rebellion. In addition, the five marquis went to Fengyi City, the territory of the Qutu clan, and gathered the army like the third marquis, waiting for the chaos. The most incredible thing is that the eighth marquis Yan Zhiyun, who has stayed in Zhongli City since he returned from Yongdu, neither listening to the tune nor the announcement, and the power behind him is terrifying, it is a blood-red, galloping flame chariot.

They are all waiting, waiting for what?

Yan Eighteen rode across the suspension bridge and walked out of the shelter of the Xuanniao, he came to the cliff and looked down.

The warm spring breeze blew across the cliffs, suddenly became fierce, in front of the hundred miles of pear forest, stood 60,000 black armor, as far as the eye could see, the black iron flow covered the vast pear blossoms, the fluttering Xuanniao banner in the wind wantonly, the rows of chariots, the dense halberd forest, the dull and solemn horse whistle, all this is so like a hand of death. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

The hand of death must be washed with blood, in the past, it was the blood of the Beidi people, or the enemies of the Yan Kingdom to wash it, but this time, it will only be the blood of the Yan people themselves.

This is still loyal to the new monarch's army, Yan has 300,000 armored soldiers, two percent are here, two percent are in Longshan, three percent are in the hands of three brothers, and three percent are waiting, the first monarch died suddenly, General Yan followed, those lords don't know the situation, and they can't tell who is orthodox at the bottom, according to the tradition of the Yan people, the winner is the king, no, the rest is the king, and when several princes decide the winner, then, the remaining new monarch will naturally be supported by them.

"Your Majesty."

Lao Qingxiang rode a horse to Yan Eighteen's side, today, the eighty-year-old Guan Ion is not wearing court clothes, or wide robes and deep clothes, but wearing an iron armor, the iron armor is not gorgeous, the style is simple, it is covered with large and small scars, they witness the glory of Lao Qingxiang.

"Your Majesty, Yonggong is sick in bed, Zhongfu is newly defeated, and Le Ning has just destroyed the Yu Kingdom, today, Dayong will not easily be the enemy of my Yan Kingdom, at least, not on the surface. The old minister has ordered someone to go to Yongdu to visit Yonggong and know the righteousness. ”

"If Yonggong insists on going his own way, what should he do?"

"Hehe, the blood of the Yan people is iron, and in the face of death, the Yan people are never afraid. If Yonggong really insists on going his own way, then all the problems will be solved. At that time, whether it was the third marquis, the fifth marquis, or the eighth marquis, they all had to come to Yanjing, obey the king's orders, and defend against foreign enemies. Otherwise, they are the eternal sinners of the Yan Kingdom, and they can't afford such a crime. Of course, it also includes the three Yan brothers. ”

Guan Ion smiled coldly, his eyes flashed with a cold and wise light, and his snow-white beard fluttered in the wind.

"Ahem."

Yan Shibai coughed twice, there was a trace of blood on his face, he tightened the big slug on his shoulders, and said weakly: "The situation is delicate, and the game of great powers is like walking on thin ice. ”

Guan Zili said worriedly: "The wind is cold and the dew is heavy, come back to the king, the three brothers of the Yan family are just being blinded, and when the old minister leads the army to go, the upper will be relieved, the middle will surrender to his will, and the lower will be ......" paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "The next rule, stabilize the society." ”

"Old Prime Minister, Uncle Nine is really ......"

"Your Majesty!"

Yan Eighteen didn't finish his words, Lao Qingxiang interrupted him, and looked at him fixedly: "Your Majesty, the land of Yan is poor, King Wuying has given the Yan people a barren land, the Yan people have shed blood but can't fatten it, they have been bullied for generations, there is Beidi in the north, Qiang Qi in the east, and Dayong in the south, they don't want to swallow my Yan Kingdom into their stomachs all the time." In order to protect this land, generation after generation of Yan people have shed blood, the father dies to the son, the son dies to the grandson, so that there is the Yan country today. The strength of the Yan Kingdom is that no one can shake it! ”

The wind was getting colder and colder, Yan Eighteen frowned, he seemed to see the past of the Yan Kingdom, generation after generation of Yan people fell on this land, they were holding tattered weapons in their hands, but their heads were firmly facing forward.

Lao Qingxiang is right, the land of Yan is barren, if it weren't for the fact that the Yan people were not afraid of sacrifice, drove away the Beidi people, snatched the land that belonged to them, and slowly became stronger, so as to destroy the country and swallow the country, and then grab the land, then the Yan country would have perished long ago. It is conceivable that for the powerful Yan Kingdom, it is the desire carved into the bones of dozens of generations. Anything else that stands in the way of its strength will be ruthlessly crushed.

However, is such a Yan Kingdom really powerful?

"Your Majesty, the current situation seems to be turbulent, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed, but in fact, what are the three marquis and the five marquis waiting for? It is nothing more than waiting for the three Yan brothers to subvert Yanjing City, so that they can take advantage of it. As long as the old minister can stop the progress of the three Yan brothers, then they will all bow their heads and rush to Yanjing to ask for their guilt. ”

"Does it have to bleed? The blood of the swallows themselves. ”

"Your Majesty, this is a world of great strife, if you either live or die, how can there be immortals? However, we cannot wait any longer, and the more we wait, the more arrogant their hearts will become, and then the water will be overwhelmed and the blood will flow like a river. ”

Lao Qingxiang patiently explained, his words were serious, he thought that the new monarch had just succeeded to the throne and did not know the situation, so he was nervous, which bred the kindness of women. However, he knew that the new king was not a fool, and although he was merciful in his heart, he would not be blindly merciful.

Guan Ion once saw a scene that he would never forget, when Yan Eighteen was only five years old, because he was infected with the wind and cold, he could not eat well, and he needed to starve, the witch officer starved him for three days, and only gave him water to drink, just when Yan Eighteen was so hungry that his chest was close to his back, Xianjun threw Yan Eighteen's favorite, the rabbit raised by one hand, in front of him, and there was also a short sword that fell in front of Xiao Yan Eighteen with the rabbit.

To be a rabbit, or to live, put in front of a child who is only five years old.

A day later, Xianjun and Guan Ion went to visit Yan Eighteen, the little Yan Eighteen sat obediently behind the low case, he cleaned himself up neatly, wearing a small crown on his head, and the clothes on his body were also clean and clean, without a trace of wrinkles. There was the short sword on the low table, and a wooden plate, the rabbit meat on the plate had been eaten by him, and he was wiping the blood and rabbit fur from the corner of his mouth with a strip of cloth.

Seeing Xianjun and Guan Ion coming in, his big bright eyes flashed, his hands were in front of his eyebrows, and he fell heavily to the ground. The first gentleman asked him, why are you so cruel to this rabbit who gets along with you day and night, and you want to peel its hair and eat its meat?

Xiao Yan 18 raised his head unhurriedly, his big black eyes flashed with tears, but his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, he replied crisply, I raised it, talk to it when I'm happy, talk to it when I'm unhappy, it's my friend, but I'm going to die, I'm scared, I have to eat it, I don't have to be afraid if I eat it, it's my friend, you should know how scared I am, so you definitely won't blame me.

After saying that, he began to cry.

Guan Ion asked him, since you have a clear conscience, why do you have to cry again?

Xiao Yanbai shrugged his nose, his face was full of tears, he said, when I ate it, I realized that I was still afraid.

Xianjun asked coldly, if time could go backwards, would you still eat it?

Xiao Yan Eighteen thought about it seriously for a while, sniffed and replied, Time is not the sun, and it can rise when it falls, so I don't know if I will eat it or not, but I am alive now, although I am very scared.

Hahaha.

Xianjun laughed, pointed to the timid Xiao Yan Eighteen, and said to Guan Ion, the strength of the Yan Kingdom must start from the hands of this son.

Yes, the strength of the Yan Kingdom must begin in the hands of the new monarch.

Thinking of this, Guan Ion smiled, from then on, he knew that the first monarch wanted to appoint Yan Eighteen as the prince, but this kid was too smart, and his eyes saw through everything, which made him speak and act more carefully, and he didn't want to, but he ended up with a cowardly image in front of the ignorant world, and became a well-known little fool in Yan Kingdom.

Cowardice? A person who dares to face his inner fears will be a cowardly person?

What ignorance.

And these people are the fools who are ready to move, they themselves are rats, but they laugh at the proud birds who dare not fall to the ground and compete with them for food in the cracks of the stones.

Guan Ion's eyes sharpened, the Xuanniao is still very weak, and when it has not yet been able to soar into the green underworld, I will hold a sword, guard its side, and kill all those who covet it. There will always be death, there will always be bloodshed, and there is no need to regret what you have done.

Just then, he heard a faint voice.

"Old minister, I think, maybe you can do without bloodshed."

Guan Ion came back to his senses and stared at Yan Eighteen. At this moment, Yan Eighteen's eyes were as bright as when he was five years old, he looked at Lao Qingxiang and smiled: "Yan people died in this land for the strength of Yan Kingdom, and Uncle Nine died on the journey, naturally for the strength of Yan Kingdom, I think, my three Zhong brothers should understand this truth." It's just that someone needs to tell them and give Uncle Nine the glory he deserves, and now, in this land of Yan Kingdom, only one person can avoid this unnecessary bloodshed. ”

"Who's that man?" Guan Ion's voice trembled a little, and he squinted a pair of phoenix eyes, with a trace of coldness hidden in his eyes.

However, Yan Shibai didn't seem to see Lao Qingxiang's eyes that were as cold as knives, he still smiled: "That person, naturally, it's me." "Reading, a better reading experience.