Stag City.

Lu Qingxi took a plate of wine and food, walked into the passage with gentle steps, and soon saw his father sitting alone in the room in a daze.

The military plan of the Stag Ministry failed. What should have been a long-distance raid, stirring up the world inside the territory of the Niu people, and then returning victoriously with a large number of booty and a large number of prisoners, has now become a lost army, and few people have escaped by luck.

An army of 6,000 went out on an expedition, and only twelve men returned.

Lu Qingxi was very tired during this time, and he was tired and attacked him all the time. The biggest problem was that I didn't dare to sleep and had to wait for a call from my father at all times. Father...... Hum! The old guy has become very nervous now, and the slightest hint of wind and grass can make him nervous, and he feels that there is a killer lurking around him, and he wants his life.

The survivors brought back the news of Lu Qingdong's death.

Lu Qingxi was secretly happy about this. He did not have the slightest anxiety of a leaker, and the frenzy of succession taking a big step forward stimulated his brain, diluted the exhaustion of his body, and his nerves remained in a state of excitement almost all the time. He felt full of energy and strength. Just two hours earlier, he had just left his bed, leaving several women asleep like mud. Maybe they are pretending to be deliberately pleasing themselves, but Lu Qingxi doesn't care———— the value of men will only be reflected in two aspects: one is women, and the other is power.

The slow pace continues to move forward. He had to keep his balance at a slow pace, or else the wine on the plate would spill out.

This precious thing cannot be wasted.

Closer to my father, who was sitting not far from his side, he could see his gray hair and the old, wrinkled skin on the back of his hand.

The second brother, Lu Qingnan, is a prince after all. The Niu people were polite to him, they were not hungry, and they were not tortured. The messenger traveled back and forth between the Ox and the Deer, and the father and the Thunder Ox King quickly negotiated a ransom price: two thousand horses of cotton cloth in exchange for his beloved son.

The goods are put in, this is the rule of the barbarians.

There was still some distance from the border to Bae Stag City, and in the middle of the night, someone broke into Lu Qingnan's tent, poured a large amount of narcotics while he was asleep, and cut off his male symbol with a knife.

Lu Qingxi would not dare to do such a thing as murder. The second brother has always been more favored than himself in front of his father, not to mention that the redemption of the two clans has been completed, so doing so will only bring trouble to himself. He was very grateful to Tianhao, the young leader of Panshi Village was indeed resourceful, and he taught himself to arrange a few Niu Clan spies among the second brother's pick-up staff. Those guys were quick and left quickly when they got their hands on them. There was some evidence left at the scene, and at a glance it was clear that the Niu people did it.

A castrated second brother, like a caster who is not in the male wind, can never raise his head in front of the hen and cry "oh", he can only hide in the corner of the chicken coop, slowly fattening and growing, and becoming a delicacy in the mouth of the master.

Blame everything on the cow clan. These are Tianhao's exact words.

Lu Qingxi sighed very emotionally, God is really unfair, the young leader of Panshi Village actually has such amazing wisdom. Whether it is the level of knowledge or understanding of things, it far exceeds his teacher, that is, the great wizard of the Stag Clan. This guy is flexible, if he hadn't dealt with him personally, Lu Qingxi wouldn't have believed it to be true. Maybe there are really people in this world who know that they are the darlings of God, and the word "lucky" is written in every corner of their bodies.

Lu Qingdong would never be able to catch those fleeing guards, and he would never be able to attack the Lei Niu tribe with the army of stags. He didn't have the guts, and he didn't have the courage.

My father, like myself, has a fear of the cattle clan in his bones. This imprint comes from his father, Lu Qingxi's grandfather who was robbed of the throne. The old Stag King was an ambitious man, and once had a brilliant record of uniting the Tiger Clan to annihilate an army of 5,000 Ox Clan. Sticking to tradition, he stubbornly believes that the existing borders of the Buck Clan should be pushed north to retake the area occupied by the Ox Clan hundreds of years ago.

The royal family of the Stag Clan keeps an ancient map. From the demarcation line, Panshi Village, Qingyuan Village, Zhangpu Village, and even including the Red Hoof City, the vast large areas of land in the north belong to the Lu tribe. There is even a saying within the royal family: Qingyuanzhai of the Niu clan is actually the birthplace of the old Buck King, and he is looking forward to one day leading troops back, so he gave his son this name.

The Ox people are strong and ferocious. Since the alliance with the Tiger Clan was no longer there, the old Stag King never won again.

Until he was beheaded by Lu Qingyuan and took away the throne.

It's dusk.

The sun is shrinking its stay from the sky, and darkness is slowly gathering in all the backlit locations, such as eaves, corners, and shadows. Its area grew larger and larger, and the various shadows dragged longer and longer on the ground, slowly converging to form a large black cloak that engulfed the light and enveloped the world.

Lu Qingxi sighed in his heart, and at the same time there was a little bit of uneasy nervousness. He controlled his emotions very well, his expression was a little melancholy, and he walked straight to his father with a plate.

"Daddy, let's have something to eat!"

A bowl of corn porridge with minced meat, a plate of stir-fried greens, and a large piece of grilled meat cut into slices. The porridge and vegetables are just made by the cook, and they are slightly hot and cool. The meat was roasted at noon today, Lu Qingxi didn't have much appetite, so he ate a little and took it away, and now he went back to the oven to heat it up and slice it...... Even the king of a clan can't waste it, not to mention that this is pork with fat and fat that he bought from the pig clan for a lot of money.

The Pig Tribes are a monstrous tribe. They would domesticate an animal called a "pig". It is a short, thick-skinned creature with long fangs, a cut-through outer skin with a thick white fat inside, and beneath it, a layer of red muscle with tight fibers.

The pigs of the pig tribe are not the wild boars commonly found on the northern continent. Those are two completely different things.

Lu Qingyuan turned his head, and the look in his cloudy eyes was confused, swept over Lu Qingxi's face, and landed on the small clay pot containing wine in the middle of the plate.

"Where's the wine?"

A large part of the cloth produced by the deer tribe each year is used to exchange grain for the lion tribe to make wine. They exchanged wine for all kinds of necessities with other tribes. Grain is hard currency, and wine is worth more than grain. Although Lu Qingdong is the patriarch, there is still a quota of wine to enjoy every month. This is a rule made by the Great Witch of the clan and all the high-ranking people, and even the patriarch must obey it.

He had already drunk his ration for the month. The Great Witch of the Stag Clan is a resolute person, even if his own son dies in front of him, he will never blink an eye, and it is impossible to easily let go of the issue of alcohol rationing.

“…… This is...... I got it from outside. Lu Qingxi muttered for a long time, and didn't dare to say that this pot of cider came from Panshi Village.

Ah Hao is really a friend. He gave himself several jars of fragrant fruit wine. The taste is very sweet, and although the alcohol content is not as high as that of rice wine, it is refreshing to drink.

Lu Qingyuan raised his head, glanced at his son, did not speak, reached out to pick up the wine jug, and filled the empty cup.

The emotion of failure spreads through the body and invades the brain like a virus. Lu Qingyuan felt very pessimistic, not because of the failure of this dispatch, but more because of the second son Lu Qingnan.

A man who has lost the most important thing...... Can it still be considered a man?

He is not a fool, otherwise he would not have become a king, and he has been sitting on the chair of the tribal patriarch for so many years. He was clear about the private fights of his three sons, but he never stopped them.

The eldest son, Lu Qingdong, is too powerful. In him, Lu Qingyuan saw his shadow back then. Kill his father to take the position, this kind of thing is the best example himself, who can guarantee that Lu Qingdong will not follow the same example and give himself the same scene?

The reason why I love the second and third sons is not unreasonable. The second child, Lu Qingnan, has a straightforward temperament, belongs to the type with a simple mind and developed limbs, and is easy to control. Although Lao Sanlu Qingxi has a lot of eyes, he is very timid, as long as he scolds a few words loudly, he will tremble with fear. Compared with the smart and powerful boss Lu Qingdong, Lu Qingyuan certainly favors the second son and the third son. In fact, he had the idea of letting his eldest son die from the very beginning of this dispatch, but he didn't expect the Niu people to be so fierce, and their combat effectiveness was terrifyingly strong, and they directly annihilated the entire army, and even the second Lu Qingnan was captured alive.

What happened to Lu Qingnan was obviously the hand of the third Lu Qingxi.

What a mess of bull people.

It is said that "knowing the son is better than the father", but now...... Taking a sip of wine, Lu Qingyuan felt that his mouth was sour, and he didn't have the wonderful feeling of enjoying fine wine at all.

He let out a long sigh, and his complicated gaze fell on Lu Qingxi.

The third child is still the same as when he was a child, and he has not changed much.

Timid, standing in front of him, he will always unconsciously put his feet together, rubbing his toes against each other, his shoulders are tightened, his fingers are entangled, his temperament is a little biased towards girls, and he will blush and be shy when he meets strangers.

Overall, this is an obedient child.

What can parents expect from their children?

Grow up to be a hero in the limelight?

The great leader who saved the toiling masses?

The commander of the IQ superman?

It's all his bullshit! As long as he is safe, happy, and happy for the rest of his life, it is enough.

I'm old, and I have ideas, but I don't have enough energy. At my age, it shouldn't be a problem to get a few women pregnant. But what if the child is born? They are too small and too weak, and compared to Lu Qingxi, who has already become an adult, their strength is not symmetrical with each other. In the end, Lu Qingxi can only have a few more lives in his hands.

…… Forget it!

Lu Qingdong, who was the most threatening, died.

Lu Qingnan, who had high hopes for himself, was crippled.

Except for Lu Qingxi, there is no trustworthy heir to the throne.

The cloudy gaze began to soften, and the old body forced itself to release the last of its energy. Lu Qingyuan exhaled imperceptibly, and glanced lightly at his little son who was standing in front of him at a loss: "You go down, I want to be quiet for a while." ”

Lu Qingxi let out an uneasy "oh" and turned around to leave.

"Wait." Lu Qingyuan stopped him, and his eyes once again released the unique majesty of the patriarch: "When you have nothing to do, read more books, and go to Dawu more, it will be good for you." ”

Lu Qingxi nodded ignorantly, and after getting his father's permission, he turned around and left the room.

Sure that there was no second person in the gloomy corridor, Lu Qingxi put away the submissive expression on his face and scolded viciously.

"Damn old thing!"

The second sentence scolded even more ugly: "Why aren't you dead yet?" ”

The back is even more unbearable: "For so many years, you old bastard tyrant has never died on the throne, how did Lao Tzu become the new Stag King?" Now that Lu Qingdong is dead and Lu Qingnan has become a waste, what do you want to do on the dog day? Don't even write a will to inherit, do you still want to have a few more sons, pick a young and obedient one, and rank ahead of Lao Tzu? ”

The volume was very low, and even if someone passed by at this time, they could only hear Lu Qingxi's vague chaotic bytes like a monk's chanting.

It's been suppressed for too long.

This is the self-resolution method that Lu Qingxi has learned for a long time.

In the words of the civilized era, it is to complain.

Now, it's not just about complaining.

He reached into the pocket on the side of his trousers, and his fingertips touched a hard stone. Lu Qingxi suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and he left the corridor in fear, holding his heart, and quickly returned to his room.

Communication with the Rock Village can only be done in secret. I just mentioned the injustice of my father's treatment of his three sons, and Ah Hao, who was a friend enough, immediately proposed a way to cripple Lu Qingnan. Lu Qingxi is not an idiot, he knows very well that Tianhao's purpose in doing this is nothing more than wanting textile technology. He felt that he could get more benefits from Tianhao.

A strange alliance was formed. Even Lu Qingxi himself felt strange, why would he obey the young leader who was far away in Panshi Village? But it is undeniable that Tianhao's various strategies are really effective, and the feasibility of implementation is extremely strong.

For example, now, he taught himself how to deal with his father, Lu Qingyuan.

The Niu clan is rich in all kinds of ores, and Tianhao sent someone to send Lu Qingxi a carefully selected stone. The person who came was a close confidant of Ping Jun, and he repeatedly told Lu Qingxi: Every time you use it, you only need to use a knife to gently scrape off a layer of powder from the surface of the stone. White, odorless and tasteless, it looks like ordinary dust in your hand.

"Our leader said, mix this with your father's usual food, as well as wine. It will be as little as three months, as much as a year, and it will be effective. ”

It's very stupid to use poison to kill someone. Although Lu Qingxi has been longing for the throne for many years, he will not use such a radical method. To do so would only be to stand in opposition to everyone and make yourself a loner.

Many ores contain arsenic.

This toxin can be produced chemically or obtained from natural ores.

Napoleon, who was imprisoned on the island, died of arsenic poisoning, and using the same method to deal with the king of the bucks is also very compatible with Lu Qingyuan's identity.