Chapter 10: The Terrace

Daxia South County, the capital of Qingzhou, Wuling City.

As one of the few large cities in the entire Nanjun, both in terms of scale and prosperity are catching up with the Nandu, many ancient families in the Nanjun are rooted here, when the news of the death of the king side by side came, under the instigation of people with a heart, this city was almost in chaos at the first time, even if there were city guards to suppress it, it was still to no avail.

However, after a night of bloodshed throughout South County, the unrest subsided almost instantly, and even quieter than ever, and all the negative voices disappeared completely, along with them, many lives.

At night, there are no stars in the sky, it seems a little cold, the Wuling City shrouded in darkness is like a dormant beast, looming in the dim earth, although the city has not yet reached the curfew time, but there are very few people walking on the street, the soldiers holding swords on the city wall are like cold sculptures, and they do not make the slightest sound, and the whole city is so quiet that it is almost dead silent.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and a moment later several figures galloped in the darkness, and all the defenders above and below the city gate subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, revealing a nervous look, not because they were afraid of the enemy attack, but because they knew who was coming.

Crunch~

The tall city gate slowly opened, and a burly general led all the generals defending the city out, and at this time, a few horsemen from afar just came to the city gate, and the leader was dressed in a black robe, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could faintly see the outline of his cheeks.

"See the prince!"

The burly general in iron armor knelt down and spoke in a deep voice.

Wow~

Behind him, all the generals guarding the city and the soldiers up and down the city gate all knelt down, except for the sound of their iron coats colliding with each other, there was no noise, some young soldiers quietly raised their eyes to look at the leader, their eyes were full of fiery reverence and admiration, although it was not real in the dark, but the faintly visible majestic body still gave people a strong deterrent, and then all the rumors about this person had long been forgotten, and they only remembered the news from Langya County a day ago.

The new side by side Wang Haotian led 30,000 troops, in Langya County to meet the 100,000 army of Zhao Wouji, the king of Zhendong, the 100,000 halberd soldiers of the king of Zhendong were killed and wounded, and Wang Haotian showed the terrifying combat power of the Nirvana realm, holding the Heaven Breaking Dragon Soul Halberd invincible, killing countless soldiers of the Zhao army, and even personally beating Zhao Wouji into serious injuries, only this battle, famous all over the world!

Now only one day has passed since that battle, but the news has spread throughout Great Xia, and the history of this battle has been passed on in various forms, and the resourcefulness and force shown by the new side-by-side king in this battle have formed a sharp contrast with his previous image, and it has caused a strong sensation for a while.

Ten years of dormancy, ten years of forbearance, seems to be waiting for this day to rise to the sky.

The death of the old side-by-side king made the spiritual pillar in the hearts of tens of millions of people in the entire southern county collapse instantly, but now, a new pillar has been erected again, a new side-by-side king who is only seventeen years old, and he has become a new god in people's hearts.

"Excuse me. ”

The cold and majestic voice sounded, and Xuanyuan Wu escorted the body of the king back to the southern capital, and Haotian, who appeared outside Wuling City by temporary reroute, waved his hand at everyone, and rode directly into the city, and the four horses behind him were the four commanders of the famous Longxiang Iron Cavalry.

The state pastor's mansion, this is the residence of the highest governor of Qingzhou, at this time Qingzhou Mutai Zhongyuan is quietly sitting on the main seat in the center of the main hall, his eyes are slightly closed, his face is expressionless, under the hall is his wife and children, old and young, more than a dozen people, most of them are pale, their eyes are afraid, the most calm is one of the extremely beautiful girls, she is dressed in white, her expression is cold, she looked at the young brother next to him who grabbed his sleeve, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Hasn't the prince come yet?" Zhongyuan opened his eyes and looked into the darkness in the corner of the hall, and spoke in a calm voice, but his hands clenched under his long sleeves revealed his unpeaceful heart.

"Yutai Zhongyuan, you just want to die quickly?" Outside the door, a cold and deep voice sounded, and several figures knelt quietly in the dark corners of the hall.

The dozen or so people standing in the center of the hall instantly turned their heads to look out of the door, and the voice of a tall figure appeared in their field of vision, except for the woman in white and the child beside her, the rest of them all fell to the ground, trembling. The woman in white looked at the vaguely impressed figure in front of her, with a complicated expression.

Tantai Zhongyuan, who was still sitting on the main seat, looked at the young man in front of him who looked very similar to the king side by side, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word.

"Why, why don't you speak? This king remembers, you are the most eloquent among the military generals of Nanjun Wenchen, every time you go to the capital to visit this king, you will tell this king a lot of strange things, even my father has praised you for being good at speaking. Haotian was still wearing a heavy armored python robe, but he did not carry a blade, he walked into the hall step by step, his heavy combat boots hitting the wooden floor with a dull sound, and the slightest emotional fluctuation could not be heard in his tone, and it was so indifferent that it was chilling.

Yutai Zhongyuan looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes were closed, there seemed to be crystal droplets of water quietly sliding from the corners of his eyes, and his slightly old and hoarse voice sounded:

"Those who are dying have nothing to say. ”

"What a good one to say. Father treats you well, have you ever felt ashamed?" Haotian asked indifferently, he had walked in front of Tantai Zhongyuan, and looked at this half-hundred-year-old man who watched him grow up almost when he was very young, he had lived in the capital for a long time, and he was extremely unfamiliar with many civil and military generals in Nanjun, only this old man who often entered Beijing he saw the most and remembered the most.

Yutai Zhongyuan slowly stood up, knelt down towards Haotian, and said in a trembling voice:

"The old minister is ashamed, and he only wants to die quickly. ”

"You really deserve to die!" Haotian's voice was cold, with a thick murderous aura, Yutai Zhongyuan buried his head on the ground, and had already accepted his fate, and his wives and concubines in the hall suddenly felt like ashes, crying.

At this time, Haotian's indifferent voice sounded again:

"But now that you are dead, what kind of face do you have to meet your father under Jiuquan? Since you want to go to the capital to be the prince and master, this king will fulfill you. ”

The hall fell silent instantly, and only Haotian's voice remained.

"You can also bring it with you, but the moon and the mirror will stay in the palace, in the past, you said that you would give the moon to the king, and today the king will respond to your request. ”