At this time.

Great Wei, the national capital, Cheng'an Road.

The House of the Three Princes.

Chamber.

A young man with a long body and a handsome face but a little gloomy was pacing back and forth, he was Wei Tong, the third prince of the current Great Wei Dynasty.

Not long after, the door of the secret room opened, and a general in fish-scale armor walked in quickly, and he did not salute, but his face was a little arrogant.

His surname is Yuan, his name is Kai, and his apparent identity is the general of Great Wei, but his actual identity is a fine work sent by Yan State.

The third prince knew his identity as a meticulous worker, but he was very respectful.

He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "General Yuan, what's wrong? Is there any news from the Dayan Dynasty?"

The general knows me, but I yearn for the culture of the Dayan Dynasty, and the brutal and elegant national style is the ideal kingdom in my mind.

If I can integrate my Da Wei into this paradise, it really makes me tremble with excitement just thinking about it. ”

Yuan Kai's expression was indifferent, "My lord needs the three princes to submit a letter of submission, if you agree, when my Great Yan Dynasty annexes the Great Wei, the Great Wei State will be set up as a separate state, and then you will be the Jiedu envoy of Weizhou." ”

The third prince, Wei Tong, nodded frequently: "Okay, great, I really hope that my Wei State can integrate into the Great Yan Dynasty as soon as possible, and then I will govern this state for you, whoever is disobedient, I will kill whoever is disobedient, cut off his skull to make a wine glass, and peel off his face to make a decoration in the middle of the leather armor...... This, this is your Dayan's culture, right?"

Yuan Kai nodded: "That's true." ”

Wei Tong was intoxicated: "What a desirable culture, I really can't wait." Such an unrestrained world is my dream.

General Yuan, tell me quickly, what is this vote?"

Yuan Kaidao: "In a few days, there will be a showdown on the border between Yan and Wei, the Wei State will send the Holy Son of the Holy Gate, and my Great Yan will be Murong Tea of the Shadow Academy."

In addition, Yan Wei will send 3,000 elite soldiers, one is to maintain order, and the other is to show military might.

This time, not only will my lord die, but also the 3,000 elite soldiers of the Great Wei will be wiped out. ”

Wei Tong flattered: "Okay, okay, it's supposed to be like this, what should I do?"

Yuan Kai took out a medicine bottle from his arms: "This medicine is called Half Moon Death, you want to find a way to let the three thousand elite soldiers of Great Wei eat this." ”

The third prince frowned: "Won't this be too obvious?"

He longed for the Great Yan culture and wanted to integrate the Wei State into that great and brutal civilization, but it did not mean that he was a fool, in fact, he was very smart.

Yuan Kai said with a smile: "This medicine is very unique, it will automatically detoxify after half a month, but within half a month, it will lie dormant in the body."

Once the drug is taken too vigorously and the exercise is too vigorous, the effect of the drug will be triggered, making the whole body weak, and even unable to stand steadily.

At all times, my Dayan's 3,000 troops will be equipped with excellent equipment to charge and kill.

It only takes a few back and forth, and the Wei army that has taken the medicine will trigger the effect of the medicine, and then the whole army will be wiped out.

When the time came, Murong Cha killed the Holy Son, and the Great Yan army crushed the three thousand soldiers and horses of the Wei State.

In this way, the momentum of the Wei State will fall to an unprecedented trough, and that is when my Great Yan Xing army will attack Wei!

It's just right!"

Wei Tong fell silent, as if considering how to accomplish this, pacing back and forth in the secret room, and the crackling sound of candle tears falling could be heard in the air.

The general of the fish scale armor was not in a hurry, and his eyes swept into the secret room of the three princes.

The candle flame illuminates the center of the chamber, but it gets darker the farther you go to the edges.

In addition to the precious and exquisite Wenbao calligraphy, the bookshelf and the incense burner, there is one thing in the center at the very end!

Yuan Kai's eyebrows frowned slightly, his pupils constricted, his Adam's apple rolled, and his expression was a little terrified.

It was a windmill-like turntable hidden in the gray, and a female corpse was fixed with a knife on it, covering the blood-stained turntable in a large font, and making a slight "creaking" sound of the turntable turning, which was chilling.

He also knew this female corpse, a talented woman who had scolded the three princes at the poetry meeting a few months ago.

At that time, the third prince was very humble, and when the talented girl said him, he nodded frequently, and then took the initiative to toast.

But in a blink of an eye, this woman had died so miserably, and no one suspected him.

After all, the third prince was really a humble gentleman at that time.

Although he was an ally, General Yuan was also a little chilled, and his arrogance at the beginning of the entry had also decreased a lot.

What did these three princes go through?!?

Click.

The third prince, Wei Tong, stopped, obviously having a solution, "Leave this matter to me to deal with." ”

Yuan Kai was no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning, but he still followed the secret decree and continued: "The third prince still needs to write a letter, in which you are willing to be a vassal to my lord, and then submit it to me.

If these two things can be successful, when my Great Yan Dynasty annexes the Wei State, the King of Yan will make you the envoy of the Wei Zhou Festival of the new country, and there will be a reward. ”

The third prince said: "Okay, I'll write it now, it's really good!"

He quickly took out the rice paper, sat on the desk and began to write the petition.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned his head sideways and asked: "General Yuan, I have met that Holy Son before, and he is a very good character, but later I heard that his martial arts were all lost, but he recovered, and his personality has changed greatly, and I have never seen him again... Can Murong Cha beat him?"

Yuan Kai sneered: "The eyeball necklace that my Shadow Academy Palace is wearing, but they are all those who have eyes but no beads, I believe that after this competition, there will be an extra bead on her necklace." ”

"Eye... Eyeball necklace ?!!"

The third prince was stunned, and even trembled with excitement, "I never thought that Miss Tea would be so tasteful!!"

Seeing Yuan Kai looking at him strangely, the third prince explained: "General Yuan, the culture of Dayan really makes me yearn for it, and I can't help it, which makes you laugh." ”

Yuan Kai smiled, patted the prince on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, in the future, you and I will be from the same country and serve the same master." ”

The third prince pondered for a moment, and then said: "General Yuan, if you can, can you propose to King Yan, I want to marry the third princess, no... It's okay to put it in, and it's okay to put it in. ”

Yuan Kai said: "Miss Tea concentrates on practicing martial arts, and she never fakes colors to men, which may be a little difficult." But it doesn't matter, I will report to King Yan, and the king will decide. ”

The third prince said: "So, thank you very much." ”

Nobody knows.

The third prince of the dignified Wei Dynasty turned out to be a traitor!

All his performances on weekdays are just disguises!

At this moment, in the secret room, he revealed his side of a national thief.

Disaster is coming!

And the first to bear the brunt was Xia Ji, who went to the Yanwei border to face the battle.

...

From the Lotte Mansion where the Holy Gate is located to the east, bypassing the "independent" Tianya Mansion, following the Yishu Mountain Road, and walking 500 miles, you can reach the Yanwei border.

A plain known as the "slaughterhouse".

Countless strife took place on this plain, and it is rumored that the soil was soaked in blood and smelled fishy.

This kind of place is not usually visited by anyone.

But in recent days, many people in the rivers and lakes have gathered in the past.

The strange mountain road is lively.

At this moment, everyone only heard the sound of horses' hooves behind them, and the ground was as if it had been beaten by a drum, and the sound was very loud.

The people in the rivers and lakes hurriedly got out of the way.

In his eyes, a young man wrapped in a black and gold cloak with a knife on his back was at the forefront, a sturdy grassland blood horse under his crotch, and a middle-aged man in green robe and a general in bronze armor were beside him.

"It's the Holy Son! Holy Son!" The chivalrous woman in the rivers and lakes screamed, the first time she saw the Holy Son, she was so handsome! If you could accompany me on a leisurely journey through the rivers and lakes, how good it would be. Just three words show the excitement in her heart.

"Ahhh

"Holy Son, I'm Liu Xinxian of Yanyun Hall! Look at me, look at me!"

"Holy Son..."

The knights of the rivers and lakes were dumbfounded, and the chivalrous women who were high in their eyes and did not stain the dust seemed to have suddenly become "sluts", screaming, as if they hoped that the Holy Son would take a look at her and remember her name.

And it's no wonder.

The Holy Son of the Holy Gate is the prince of the rivers and lakes.

Although it was rumored a few days ago that he had lost all his skills.

But then it was already amazing, and it was rumored that the departure of the Elder of the Sacred Heart was the result of losing the battle with him.

And he even released "The younger generation of Dayan Shadow School Palace, and I look at it, but I sell Seoul with a bid".

Such bold words are simply blood-boiling and unbearable

No wonder the cold heroines are so excited.

Fortunately, Xiaolu Ding did not travel with him, otherwise he would have a sense of crisis when he saw this situation.

The knights looked at the passing cavalry.

Leader, the young man wrapped in a black and gold cloak, his expression was silent, and there was a calm domineering spirit hidden between his eyebrows, and the hundred battles behind his back added a touch of coldness and loneliness to him.

With 3,000 iron horsemen, the momentum of running seemed to be all gathered on him alone.