Liao Qiu knelt on the ground, raised his head, and burst into tears.

The breath of the deceased was so clear that there was no need to explain at all at this moment, everything could be seen clearly.

“…… O king......"

He punched his chest hard and couldn't stop crying.

All the guards were weeping bitterly and mourning.

Tianhao swung his knife in silence, slashed at the chain, cut it off, and untied Niu Weibang's body from the wall and carried it on his shoulder.

He didn't go to get Niu Weibang's ring, held the corpse horizontally, and stood tall in front of Liao Qiu and the others.

"Arrest all the rebels, keep them alive as much as possible, and don't give them a chance to commit suicide."

Liao Qiu, who was filled with hatred in every cell of his body, was furious, and he let out a hoarse and unwilling roar: "It was they who killed the king, and so many people died at the hands of Wu Yuan, I ...... I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives. ”

Tianhao was unusually calm, and he glanced at Wu Yuan, who was lying unconscious on the ground: "Arrest him, send him to Black Horn City, and hand him over to His Majesty and the Great Master." ”

That's the right way to do it.

Liao Qiu slammed his fist into his left hand in pain, he drew his saber, rushed to the nearest Wu Yuan guard, who was already dead, and slashed wildly at the corpse. Flesh and blood splattered, metal and bone collided, scattered internal organs flowed from the wound in the abdomen, blood mixed with the stench...... He needed to vent, but he didn't lose his mind, and his scorched heart could only be cooled down with blood.

"Get the word out and send a messenger now."

"The entire clan territory is under military control, and no one is allowed to enter or leave without my orders."

"Prepare, everything is focused on the king's funeral......"

One order after another was issued, and although the atmosphere was dull and the people were immersed in grief, the overall order was orderly.

Tianhao hugged Niu Weibang's body, walked out of the room, went down the stairs, walked through the corridor, and appeared in front of more people with a solemn and cold attitude.

The crying grew louder and louder, and the entire city of Red Hoof was enveloped in grief.

Niu Weibang was an excellent tribal king, and his death is regrettable.

However, the deceased could not speak.

In the last minutes of his life, Tianhao knew that he had been seen through.

He is not Wu Yuan's accomplice, but he has the ability to save Niu Weibang when Wu Yuan presses the trap and shoots a crossbow arrow.

Tianhao couldn't find a reason to do so. Power is only useful if it is in his own hands, although Wu Yuan is fierce and treacherous, he can see it very clearly at this point, he is not wrong———— Tianhao and him are indeed the same kind of people.

"I promise you, I'll rule this tribe well. Future...... There is no infighting, no war, no hunger, no cold, everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, and everyone can enjoy peace and tranquility. The world will be a better place, and peace and tranquility will come, and everything will be as you wish. ”

He stood there, holding Niu Weibang for a long time, like a sculpture.

A ray of sunlight tore through the clouds and illuminated the earth.

It's late autumn, and winter is about to envelop the land.

But at all times, there is always bright sunlight to dispel the darkness.

……

Cattle territory, capital, Black Horn City.

The aging Ox King has reached his last moment, he can't even complete the simplest turning action when he lies on the sickbed, and every time he raises his hand, he feels difficult, as if an athlete must do his best on the field.

Wu Peng, the great master, stood in front of the bed, looking worriedly at the two princes kneeling in front of the bed.

Your Majesty is dying.

By the end of the summer, his asthma had relapsed, becoming more and more intense, and he often coughed out of breath and was worrying, and could choke at any moment in a violent cough that lasted for several minutes.

The royal family is already preparing for the funeral, and as the weather gradually gets colder, it is estimated that it will be difficult for His Majesty to survive this winter.

Regarding life and death, Wu Pengli has a very light view. He and His Majesty have been old friends since they were young, and they know each other's thoughts very well. As he gets older, His Majesty's suspicions are worse than in the past. He was suspicious of everyone around him, including his two biological sons.

The eldest prince Niu Weizhan is forty-four years old this year, and the second prince Niu Weifang is thirty-six years old. His Majesty King Niu was strong and strong when he was young, and he gave birth to more than 20 children. However, God was destined not to give his offspring the happiness of flourishing, and apart from his two sons, only three daughters lived to adulthood.

The old bull king struggled to open his eyelids, and through the heavy wrinkles that pressed his eyes, he kept scanning the two sons.

He let out heavy breaths, his hands clutching at the sheets on his chest, his muscular atrophy and uncontrollable lips flare as he let saliva trickle down his mouth and form a thin line between the corners of his mouth and the pillow.

Wu Peng couldn't stand it anymore, he bent down and came closer, and persuaded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, it's time to make a decision." ”

The Niu clan has never determined the true heir to the throne.

It sounds like an uncomfortable joke, at least that's how Wu Peng feels.

He knew that his old friend was unwilling to give up power, and even the title of "Prince", which did not have much real power, made him extremely wary. Examples of rebels and kings abound throughout history, as is the case with the northern barbarians, and the white people in the south are no exception. The joy of controlling power made King Niu feel safe, and watching his two sons fight openly and secretly for succession, as long as he could calm the conflict with a casual word, it was comparable to a panacea. These practices seem to outsiders to be really boring, and can even be said to be perverted, but the Bull King himself doesn't think so, he has a unique opinion———— this is my power, as long as I still have a breath, I won't share it with anyone."

Wu Peng believed that if there was a way to kill his son in this world to prolong his life, His Majesty King Niu would definitely not hesitate to order the heads of the two princes to be cut off.

It's not cruelty, it's a crazy obsession.

But for the people, the Ox King is a wise majesty and a just ruler.

“…… You ......"

Uttering these two words requires a lot of physical energy, which immediately triggers a violent cough. The boring coughing sound was annoying, and Wu Peng and the attendants next to him hurriedly helped Niu Wang up from the sickbed, massaged, stroked his chest, fed water, and beat his back...... The two princes stared at each other, and all kinds of words of comfort were not sent out like money, and only the gods knew how many of them were sincere.

Seeing that the cough of the Ox King subsided slightly, the anxious Wu Peng spoke again: "Your Majesty, it's time to decide." What do you really like about the Great Prince? Or the second prince? Please also be explicit. ”

The extremely weakened Niu King's eyes were scattered, he raised his hand weakly, and his slow movements made even the snail feel proud when he saw it. He tried to his fingers, but he could only keep them bent upward. Everyone's eyes were on him, especially the two heirs with a stake in them, their mouths open, their nervous hearts threatening to jump out of their chests at almost any moment.

The bull king's fingers were raised, about two inches from the bed.

Without warning, it fell with a bang.

His head tilted and hung down on the pillow.

Wu Peng felt his whole body tighten, unspeakable grief welled up in his heart, and tears overflowed his eyes.

Friends...... Finally went.

The eldest prince Niu Weizhan suddenly jumped up from the ground, and announced loudly with excitement: "I saw it, Daddy designated me as the heir, and I am the new king of the Niu clan." ”

"your 1 1 fart!" The second prince, Niu Weifang, obviously didn't consider the fact that the two were the same mother, he pounced over, grabbed Niu Weizhan's collar with both hands and tore it fiercely: "Daddy is clearly pointing at me, I am the new king." ”

Niu Weizhan slapped his younger brother with his backhand, and roared angrily: "You dare to be rude to me...... Damn it, I'll order you to be killed right now. ”

"I'm the new king." Niu Weifang punched his brother in the cheek, and the position swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. He scolded: "I'm going to make you a slave, you damned bitch!" ”

"Enough!" Wu Peng roared angrily and commanded the attendants to separate the two, he stood between the two princes, his strong anger caused the blood flow to speed up, and his face turned red: "Your Majesty's bones are not cold, you are like this, what kind of system do you become?" ”

Niu Weizhan's face was gloomy, and he threatened: "I have been appointed by my father, and I will be enthroned as king tomorrow." ”

Niu Weifang was not far behind: "You shameless blind man, Daddy just pointed at me, and everyone saw it." ”

"Your Majesty has not designated anyone." Wu Peng ended the argument between the two in a simple and rude way, and he said coldly: "The two highnesses seem to have forgotten that in addition to me, there are several commanders and ministers here, do you want us to talk nonsense with our eyes open?" ”

The appointment of an heir is a major matter, the four commanders and the four ministers of parliament are standing by the wall on the side of the sickbed, their status is slightly lower, not as good as the prince, let alone the national teacher, but the angle and position can clearly see the last action of the ox king———— he did not appoint the heir at the last moment of his life, nor did he make any decisive action.

Niu Weizhan tried his best to restrain the impulse in his heart, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and slowly let go, his hideous gaze moved away from his younger brother's face, looking at Wu Peng who was standing in front of him, and his tone of voice began to become gentle: "...... The great master, the father is gone, whether he appoints it or not, he must choose a new heir. I am the firstborn and this is my right. ”

"Humph! It's not up to you. Without waiting for Wu Peng to answer, Niu Weifang interjected unceremoniously, he took a step to the side, avoided the national teacher who blocked his vision, and stared at the brother opposite: "Let's still follow the old rules, everything is in accordance with the law, and the time will be one year, and the new king will be elected by the important ministers of the clan at that time." ”

According to the law of the northern barbarians, if the king dies unexpectedly and no heir is appointed, then all the heirs are eligible to compete for each other in the following year, and after the autumn harvest of the second year, all the important ministers of the clan are gathered to jointly elect the next patriarch.

Niu Weizhan opened his mouth and shouted: "Why? ”

Wu Peng glared at him angrily: "Your Highness, please pay attention to your words, everything is important to Your Majesty." His Royal Highness is right, His Majesty has not appointed an heir, and he also asks the two Highnesses to work separately, and at this time next year, we will decide who will be the new king. ”

Niu Weizhan didn't speak, he stared at Wu Peng with a gloomy gaze.

He is a strong man with a rough appearance, and the strong genes of the Niu clan are vividly reflected in him. The tall, sturdy skeleton propped up the figure, and the bronzed skin tightened on the surface of the body, creating conspicuous muscle lines. Every time he clenched his fist hard, the blood vessels in his two arms bulged out, like thick tree roots half-buried in the soil, releasing an amazing power.

He was a natural warrior and was extremely brave on the battlefield. Since the age of eleven, he has followed his deceased father to fight everywhere, and has a group of supporters in the Niu military. However, his identity is here, the prince is not the real king of the tribe after all, and the social system of the northern barbarians is destined to be higher than the royal power at some point. Niu Weizhan didn't dare to attack Wu Peng no matter what. Although rude, barbaric, and disregarded etiquette, he knew very well that the great master had the absolute right to speak and the final decision on whether he could inherit the throne.

“…… Please forgive me for my gaffes. ”

Opening your mouth to admit your mistakes seems very simple to others, but only Niu Weizhan himself knows how difficult it is. He knew that his father was dying, so he came to the dormitory early today, and knelt down honestly in front of the sickbed until now. Although I had made sufficient preparations in advance, and two thick cushions were sewn on the knees of the inner lining of the pants, it was also uncomfortable to kneel for a long time, my muscles were sore, and even my bones felt fixed together and I couldn't move.

Code 1, isn't Lao Tzu working hard to pretend to get the throne? If it weren't for the news from the cronies who arranged to be the chamberlain, saying that the old man was about to run out of breath, I wouldn't have come over today to play the role of a filial son and a virtuous grandson. Surface work has to be done, of course, for others to see.

Niu Weizhan knew his father's thoughts and knew that he would not easily hand over the power in his hands. After following him to fight in the north and south for so many years, he only got a "commander" position. You must know that I am a prince of pure blood, the eldest son of my relatives! Rulership, the jurisdiction of 10,000 men, this is the power that the father gives to the son.

Thinking of this, Niu Weizhan sighed secretly, raised his eyelids, and glanced at his younger brother standing opposite through his sparse eyelashes.

According to the normal family order, Niu Weifang is at least the seventh, or the eighth or ninth...... It's not his fault that the sorting is chaotic, there were many women around his father when he was young, some children were born with difficult births and could not be born, some were born because of illness and did not survive to adulthood, and some died unexpectedly due to various reasons. Falling into the water while going out to play, choking on food while eating, and being attacked by wild beasts while hunting...... Some of them were conspiracies, but most of them died normally, and Niu Weifang, who was ranked behind the prince, was also substituted in order, and gradually caught up and became the eternal second.

He is not as burly as Niu Weizhan, and his overall body shape tends to be sporty. The muscles are smooth, and although they have abdominal and pectoral muscles, they are not so obvious, and they do not form a block shape that gives people a sense of strength, and the overall appearance is flexible and elegant.