Chapter 12: The Divine Crossbow (3)
However, the Heavenly Crossbow is of great significance, it is an indispensable thing for plotting hegemony, and if it falls into the hands of others, it will definitely be a disaster for his future path.
Rather than waiting for Mo Chenggang to make a decision, it is better to talk to him from the heart, and at this time, whether the identity can be hidden is no longer the most important thing.
So, Fang Ling opened his mouth and asked, "I wonder if in the eyes of Uncle Mo, the King of Shicheng can be called the master of Ming?"
Although Mo Chenggang didn't know why Fang Ling suddenly talked about the King of Shicheng, he praised slightly: "It is not easy for His Royal Highness the King of Shicheng to hide in the cold palace for sixteen years, but instead of wanting to fall like others, he can take advantage of the opportunity of the prince's wedding, to fight the difficult problems, fight the guards, and give the land to the king. The land of Shicheng is full of bandits, and the three county towns are also the same qi, but the king of Shicheng can only rely on a few guards, in just one or two months, to subdue the three cities, make the bandits surrender, and then unify the land of the four counties, his wisdom is superb, especially in the past three years, the law and law are strict, the tax is reduced, and the wizards belong to all over the country, such kings are not the masters, who in the world can be called the masters?"
A smile suddenly bloomed on Fang Ling's face, he didn't expect Mo Chenggang to have such a high opinion of himself.
However, he heard Mo Chenggang continue: "It's just that Shicheng is a small territory after all, if the King of Shicheng wants to embark on the road of dominating the world, he is afraid that the future will be bumpy and there are many dangers, how can it be easy? ”
Fang Ling smiled slightly at this time, and said, "He has." ”
"What does Fang Gongzi mean by this......" Mo Chenggang said with a slight puzzlement.
With a faint smile on his face, Fang Ling stood up and walked in front of Mo Chenggang, and took out the gold-inlaid jade plaque from his arms.
At first glance, Mo Chenggang's pupils suddenly dilated, this superb mutton fat jade was inlaid with golden gold, and there were three big characters on the jade plate: King of Shicheng.
How can such a craft, such a wonderful stroke of dragon flying and phoenix dancing be able to be imitated? As soon as this jade appears, it proves that there is only one possibility for the identity of the person who holds this thing, that is, the real King of Shicheng.
Mo Chenggang couldn't help but gasp, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, his head on the ground, and shouted in fear: "The grass people have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and they actually shouted at His Highness, hoping that His Highness will forgive his sins!"
Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.
Although the prince is only the king of the fief, however, as the grandson of the emperor, he naturally has a status that is difficult to match even the generals.
Mo Xiangmei's eyes were round, and she even forgot to salute for a while, she really didn't expect that this beautiful young man with both civil and military skills turned out to be the rumored King of Shicheng.
And he and he actually laughed and talked about Fengyue and broke into the underground palace together, but they didn't find out his true identity for so long, and now when I think about it, I only feel that I am too stupid, so talented, so courageous, so courageous, and everywhere exudes the dignity of the king.
Mo Xiang's heart trembled like electricity, like a deer crashing, and even her breathing was a little short for a while, I didn't know whether it was joy or sadness, and all kinds of complex emotions rushed to my heart, and I wanted to bow to the ground.