Lancang Kingdom.

The mountains were full of chaos, and the ragged alliance of pro-Vietnamese clans and pro-Ava clans finally had no choice but to choose a truce.

The royal capital.

"Father, during this time, the merchants of Ava and Yue built a large number of bazaars in our country."

"But just yesterday, they sold a large number of properties such as bazaars and private villas to Ming merchants."

"Now, China's internal production is almost completely abandoned, and most of the materials of the people's lives come from Ming merchants, not only that, but this proportion is still increasing."

Prince Mosentai was holding a report, and his hands were trembling slightly.

People always grow, and after this period of chaos, Mosentai's learning of the Emperor's mind is also growing.

is constantly growing up a qualified cold-blooded prince.

He gradually understood the deeper meaning of all the choices that King Faon had made before.

King Fa'ang did not choose to send troops to attack either side of the pro-Ava and pro-Yue countries, because neither Ava nor the Yue Kingdom could defeat.

In particular, with a local clan as a pawn, the Buddhist soldier corps established by King Faang with the Buddhist faith will no longer have a home advantage.

Therefore, King Faon not only did not choose to suppress, but even deliberately chose to balance the forces of the two sides.

Coincidentally, without any prior discussion, King Faang actually made the exact same choice as Xiao Han behind the scenes.

In King Faang's view, the balance between the two families is not unacceptable, with the checks and balances of the two sides, then the Lancang Kingdom is still the Lancang Kingdom, but if the power of the Qin family is dominant, then the Lancang Kingdom can be said to exist in name only.

Therefore, he chose to watch from the wall and balance in secret.

Not only did it not cause resistance to Xiao Han's layout, but it also helped.

After all, the thoughts of both parties are one at that moment.

It's just that one is on the surface and the other is in the atmosphere.

"What!"

The old and somewhat dazed King Faon couldn't help but exclaim when he heard Mo Sentai's words.

"Hara, I see, is that so?"

"Haha!"

"Hehehehehe!"

In an instant, King Faang suddenly became refreshed, his waist was no longer sore, and his legs were no longer painful.

At this moment, Da Mingtu saw that King Faang finally figured out the problem.

It turned out that he just thought he was a chess player who controlled the situation, but in fact, he was like a clown.

Daming closed the net, and all the past situations were broken in an instant, and King Faang seemed to see that the entire Lancang Kingdom fell into one big hand.

You can't break free, you can't escape.

Perhaps, everything he did was meaningless, but this feeling of pushing his kingdom into the abyss with his own hands made King Faon extremely painful.

In all walks of life, the Ming merchant family is dominant, controlling almost all important materials in Lancang, so how can the Lancang Kingdom break free from the control of the Ming Dynasty.

How is it possible to break free from Daming's control?

King Faon seems to have foreseen five things that the Lancang people will definitely be unable to avoid in the next few decades.

Life, old age, sickness, death, Ming!

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he is not long dead, once he leaves, in this case, it is impossible for the young Mo Sentai to control the situation in the Lancang Kingdom.

Those ragged clans who fought found out about his fall, and they would definitely not let go of this clan that had almost nothing but weapons in their hands, and they would definitely not let go of their surviving royal family.

You must know that the weapons that Xiao Han imported to the Lancang Kingdom were better than the Buddhist soldiers under his command.

Commerce was held in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and the support from Ava and Yue was cut off, and those Lancang clans who were close to both sides lost their original positions.

At this time, they are strong and strong, but they have nothing, and they can be called gamblers with red eyes.

The royal family, which has no way to beat them and has a fat piece of meat, those wolf-like clans will never let go, it is only a matter of time before they perish, and it is already a doomed ending to continue to die in the second life.

"Dad, what are we going to do?"

Mosentai pursed his lips, his face pale.

"Lost, lost."

"I never thought that my Lancang Kingdom, in the end, would end in my own hands."

"Tyre, go get a pen and paper."

King Faon turned over and sat up, and even his rickety back sat straight at this moment.

He has one last decision to make for his kingdom.

He couldn't accept his Lancang Kingdom II and died, or rather, the first, in name only.

"Dad, do you want to personally issue a holy decree, send troops to rectify Lancang, sweep away foreign forces, and recreate my Lancang?"

Mosentai's eyes lit up when he saw the suddenly radiant King Faon.

From childhood to adulthood, King Faon was the person Mosentai admired the most, and he fought for half his life, fought and surrendered to the clan, creating the first dynasty in this land!

This feeling, for Lancang people, is the Qin Shi Huang of Lancang.

If Mosentai is allowed to face it himself, Mosentai has no choice, the edifice will collapse, and he will not be able to return to the sky.

However, he felt that his father, the legendary King Faang, as long as he was willing to go out of the mountain, then Lancang could still be that Lancang, and the royal family could also be that Lancang.

"Reinventing the world?"

King Faon's cloudy eyes looked at Mosentai and he suddenly smiled, but tears flashed in his eyes.

"Tai'er, this Qiankun has changed, and no one can change it back."

"Write, Lancang, the southern border of Fanbang, the original tributary vassal to the Ming Dynasty, accept all the vassal terms, just ask, can get the great tomorrow, certification canonization, get the golden seal and rule the people of thousands of miles, for the Ming Dynasty to defend the land."

Turbid tears slipped from his eyes, thinking about the past, high-spirited, thousands of miles of soldiers, all the way to the expedition, the robe stained with blood, the white bones to cushion the feet, and finally a million mountains returned to Lancang, how magnificent?

Now, time has passed, and his era has finally come to an end.

They lost, they have lost too much to the Ming Dynasty, and they once thought that the mountains were very solid, the world was strong, and who could help Lancang.

For thousands of generations, the descendants of King Faon can also stand proudly on the top of the mountain and watch the power change from generation to generation.

Decades are like a dream, and when I woke up from the dream, I suddenly realized that the mountains and rivers are dangerous, but they can block the general trend of the sky, but they should not be deviated from.

This defeat, he Faang, convinced.

Returning to the Ming Dynasty was the only way he could think of to ensure the immortality of the royal family.

As for the descendants of the back, how to regain authority and how to rectify the Lancang.

It's no longer something that King Faang can think about, he knows that this time, Lancang wants to rise again, and it is even more difficult than him, the founder.

Lancang's thing, he can only do it here, if there is a man of great talent in the future, he will break free from the shackles, if he is a mediocre king, he will always be loyal to the Ming Dynasty, it is also a way to live.

"Daddy!"

Mosentai listened to King Faon's words, and the pen he raised fell directly to the ground, and he turned his head to his eyes, staring at his own revival.

He couldn't believe it, he didn't believe it, this father who was rampant in the world and crisscrossed millions of mountains would actually say such a thing, and he would actually let him take the initiative to surrender to the Ming Dynasty.

"Dad, is it... Don't you even have the power to save Lancang? ”

Mosentai's lips trembled.

"Powerless, yes, I've been powerless for a long time."

"The British Gong Xiao Han of the Ming Dynasty, the wind and snow of the country, the wind and snow are in their prime, and they are heroic, if I am young, I will naturally dare to compete with them."

"It's a pity that time waits for no one."

"When the strong enemy is in its heyday, I have no eyebrows."

"Again, how powerful?"

"If you allow me to be a child again, the world will be turned upside down!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's too late, I'm almost at the end of the day, and I can't do anything."

"But Tai'er, I can't rest assured of you, I can't rest assured of Lancang."

"Your experience is still shallow, and you are not the opponent of those people, and a rash battle is just to make my royal family disappear from now on."

"Bow to Daming, at least, Lancang is still there, is the royal family still there? It can also give future generations a chance to fight, if it falls now, then it will be really, there is nothing. ”

As he spoke, the fleeting majesty of his body dissipated, and tears flowed down his face, and he suddenly fell down.

Bang!

With a heavy muffled thud, King Faang's body slammed against the bed behind him.

The first king of Lancang, King Faang, has fallen!

is also like the fact that the national fortune of the Lancang has fallen hard.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

Mosentai exclaimed, and in an instant he rushed forward, picked up the body of King Faang, and tried to wake him up.

It's a pity that everything was in vain.

Lancang has no chance, just like the dead King Faon cannot be resurrected.

In the past, Mo Sentai did once covet the position of King Faang, and he fantasized that he would ascend to the throne, walk to the pinnacle of power, and rule over the Lancang Million Mountains.

Even had a grudge in his heart, why didn't his father, who had already grown old, pass on the throne to him as soon as possible.

But until all this happened recently, it turned out that King Faon did not pass on the throne to him because he really couldn't afford this authority.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!

Mosentai is bad, and there are too many.

This time, Mo Sentai finally no longer resented his father for living a long time, but hoped that God could give his father another year of life, let him rectify the Lancang situation, and turn the world upside down!

It's a pity that hope is useless.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this..."

The chief waiter outside the door heard the movement and came in, and couldn't help but grow his mouth.

"Whew!"

"Respect the last order of the king, send envoys, submit credentials, and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty."

"Arrange it, the first king will be buried, and the first king will be filial piety for three months, during which no one is allowed to disturb, and all the corps will defend the king's capital and crack down on all those who rebel against the law."

Mosentai picked up the pen again, wrote down the last words, and then, lightly spoke.

"Compliance... Life. ”

The chief attendant responded and slowly retreated.

The fall of the king of Fa'ang led to the overdrive, and soon, a delegation of heavily guarded troops left the royal capital and headed in the direction of Daming.

(End of chapter)