King Yan Rong looked at the man in front of him, and his words hardened, "It's not your turn to point fingers here." ”

Meng Yining ran over again with a smile, "King Yanrong, we meet again." ”

"Bai Qianqian." He gritted his teeth and pronounced the name.

Meng Yining looked indifferent, "What's the matter, it's not me what's wrong with you, you can't have such a hateful gaze, I can't afford it from a girl's family." ”

King Yan Rong looked at her, "Is this your revenge on me?" ”

"Naturally not, and it wasn't me who sent troops to attack here, why do you hold on to me, I can't do anything." The girl shrugged and looked at him innocently.

"As for the people, I found it for you." She glanced at Salib, "I don't care. ”

"You're not avenging your father?"

"The revenge has been avenged, it is nothing more than that I spared his life, remember, this life is my reward for him, otherwise he would have died ten days ago. But this time, whether you forgive me or not has nothing to do with me. Meng Yining stood aside, and the weight of his body was all leaning on Le Yi. She hummed a ballad in her mouth.

King Yan Rong took a deep breath, originally he expected Bai Qianqian to say a few more words for himself, after all, this girl also spared his life, but he didn't expect to be ruthlessly rejected by Meng Yining. King Yan Rong said: "Let me go, you want high-ranking officials and treasures, and you can take the gold and silver treasures you want." ”

Salib sneered, "You think I'm here for this?" How is that different from those frogs at the bottom of the well? I, if I want you to take the throne, you give an edict, Zen will give it to me, and I will let you live. "His purpose is very clear, he wants to be the king of this Yan Rong. Salib has been watching Yan Rong not far away since he was a child, listening to the old people telling the story of the two having the same root and origin, and he has always hidden this grand wish in his heart. Now, this wish, which has always been thought to be out of reach, is actually placed in front of him like a treasure that is easily accessible but very cherished.

He actually stood in front of King Yanrong in a dignified manner, threatening this once mighty king and forcing him to give up the throne to himself. Salib looked at King Yan Rong in a good mood, "I'll let you go, what about you, just find a place to end the rest of your life." ”

"The widow does not want to." King Yanrong finally hardened, he could do anything, but how could he give up this throne to others.

Salib sounded amused, "Do you think I'm asking for your opinion?" I am blackmailing you and commanding you. His eagle-like eyes looked at King Yan Rong.

When disaster came, he was not afraid. This is his country, the place where his father and grandfather struggled, how can it be said that it is given to people?

"The various tribes of Yanrong are falling apart, and you don't feel comfortable being the king." Meng Yining smiled, "The nations have reached an alliance to divide up, why don't you run for your life?" Otherwise, if I give King Xia your head, I think he would be more than happy to accept my gift. ”

When King Yan Rong heard this, his whole body trembled. He wants to protect the country and the throne, but he also wants to save his life! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, now Yanrong is a mess...... He can't do anything about the mess, internal and external troubles, internal and external troubles! He gritted his back molars, is his life important, or is the throne important? He wanted both fish and bear's paws, but he was afraid of neither.

Salib was a little impatient, "You still got it?" ”

Meng Yining next to the red snake was out of his shell, "Great Xia named me a princess, I have to pay back, don't I?" The sword hurt on the body, the blood flowed endlessly, and the wound rotted deeper and deeper......"

King Yan Rong shuddered when he saw the glittering short sword, as if Meng Yining's knife really cut through his skin. He took a deep breath and looked at Salib: "The widow intends to recruit Chan to give up the throne, but you must abide by the agreement and let the widow go." ”

"Nature." Meng Yining rushed to Salib to answer.

"Okay." King Yan Rong took a deep breath, the scene now is better than him piling up on the ground and bowing down in front of the generals of the nations. He went back to his study, but he didn't know how to write. Salib didn't mind what he wrote on the edict, anyway, whatever King Yanrong wrote, he would become the only and most noble king of Yanrong.

The people did not care about the change of dynasty, the ministers fled in panic, and the nobles who opposed him were slaughtered.

He only needs to hold the national seal, hold the talisman, and hold the edict.

As fate would have been, this young leader who was born in a steppe tribe had become the king of a country. And the country is at an important crossroads, and it is beginning to go on a different path.

King Yan Rong thought about it for a long time, and finally put pen to paper.

He said that Salib is the chosen son of the sun god, and will save Yan Rong from danger, and the special Chan is located in the grassland king Salibu, and since then the split Yan Rong has merged with the grassland tribes and moved towards unification. The slender Yan Rong text is written on the silk silk, and the words are actually the unwillingness of the king of Yan Rong.

The green mountains are merry, and the yellow clouds are all over the sky.

Salib didn't expect everything to go so smoothly, it was like a dream. King Yanrong trembled and handed over the military talismans, national seals, and enthronement edicts to him one by one. His face was gray, and his gray hair was messy in the air. He just wanted to live now, and the soldiers outside the hall looked at him in astonishment.

In this silent palace, a not-so-lavish coronation was held, and King Yanjung's wrinkled hands took off the ruby crown from his head and brought it for Salib. The gems that were like blood and tears shone in the sunlight, and the blue-green spinels around them were as deep as lakes.

Everyone knelt down and bowed, and Meng Yining and Xia Fenghua also knelt on one knee. Overhead, crows flew in flocks, and the black oppression covered the sky. This is the sacred bird of Yan Rong, symbolizing the approval of the gods.

Xia Fenghua raised his eyes and looked at the man standing in Salib, with his curly hair, tall figure, and a different appearance from the Central Plains, as if he was really like the reincarnation of the gods in Yan Rong's belief. His bare arms are smooth muscular lines, and his voice is deep, well-defined, tall and mighty.

"King Yanrong!"

"King Yanrong! Prairie King! ”

The crowd began to cheer incessantly, shouting one after another. The people of the city had to accept the fact that the throne had been changed before they knew what was happening. They looked at the slogans of the nearby palace and poked their heads out, wanting to see the figure of the new king.

King Yanrong retreated to the side in a gloomy manner, calming his restless mood, "I want to bring gold and silver, bring my beautiful concubine, and I want a carriage to leave here." ”

Wang Cheng's surname, from today onwards, has been rewritten.