The old man gave a long laugh and said: "With your skills, would you be willing to assist such a waste? I have never heard of such a powerful person around you. If that waste is allowed to take the throne, who will really sit on the throne?
, do you still need to say it?”
Qianye said calmly: "Since you have seen my strength, you should know that Zheng State is just a springboard, and I will not stay here long."
"That being the case, the second prince is wise, mighty, and far-sighted. Why don't you join us and help the second prince ascend the throne? It's better than that worthless waste."
Qianye's face darkened and he said coldly: "Take refuge? Are you crazy?"
The old man grasped the battle ax tightly and shouted: "You are really ambitious! Today I will remove a scourge for Zheng Guo and remove a stone blocking the road for my grandson!"
After saying that, the old man's momentum rose sharply, his beard and hair were flying, and he rushed towards Qianye like a lion. Halfway through the charge, he shouted loudly, and threw out a piece of electric fire from his battle ax, with wind and thunder, and slashed at Qianye's head!
Qianye's body remained motionless, and the sea whirlpool field was activated instantly. Different from the past, the absolute power of the sea whirlpool field after being repaired by King Qingyang did not increase, but it became more controllable. At this moment, all the power of the field was concentrated around the old man, and other
The place is calm and peaceful.
The old man's pounce was like an eagle striking the sky, but suddenly it seemed to be dozens of times heavier and he fell straight down. He was shocked, tried desperately to adjust in the air, and landed heavily on the ground, with his feet already submerged in the bluestone ground. Something unexpected happened, and the old man hurriedly raised his eyebrows.
Only with all the force in his body could he resist the heavy pressure, but when he raised his eyes again, Qianye had disappeared.
The old man had just felt a warning sign in his heart when suddenly he felt a light touch on his body and his head flew high into the air. Until the end, he didn't understand why he failed so quickly.
Looking at the old man's slowly falling body, Qianye shook his head and sighed in his heart.
The old man has a strong temper and extraordinary strength. Although he is at the fifteenth level of cultivation, with his experience and combat power, even those at the sixteenth level may not be his opponent. It’s just that he is short-sighted and foolishly loyal, so he clings to it to the death.
The grandson refused to let go and refused to give in in the fight for the throne.
This kind of person must be killed.
There was a rush of footsteps at the door, and Song Lun and several mercenary generals rushed into the hall with murderous intent. When they saw Qianye, they were all startled.
Qianye pointed to the old man's body and said, "This man should be the city lord. Take his head out and recruit those who can surrender."
Song Lun nodded in agreement and quickly picked up the old man's head.
A mercenary general scratched his head, but couldn't help but said: "I just said, why can't I see a ghost when I rush in? It turns out that you, the old man, have already arrived."
"I'm not that old yet!" Qianye laughed, Dongyue raised his hand and threw the mercenary general outside the city lord's palace.
Liaocheng's management was better than expected, and the resistance was more intense. Even though the news of the city lord's beheading had been confirmed, the defenders were leaderless, and sporadic street fighting continued for several days before it completely subsided.
In the past few days, Nan Ruohuai has been working non-stop, constantly visiting the major families in the city to seek support. Qianye wanted to seize Liaocheng City because of the ready-made workshops here. Of course, he could not massacre the city. In addition to blocking the news, the rest of the work of persuasion and comfort was left to him.
It must be done by Nan Ruohuai.
Among the big families of various families, some are steering the ship when the wind blows, some are saying good things, but actually sitting on the wall, only looking at the future direction of the wind; some are indifferent and perfunctory.
These were all things that Nan Ruohuai could see, but some of them stayed behind closed doors and even cursed him, accusing him of attracting outsiders into his house, which would surely cause a stink for thousands of years, and so on.
No matter what kind of trouble he encountered, Nan Ruohuai always had a gentle and humble smile on his face, even when he was scolded in person. But when he returned to the city lord's palace, there would be a hint of loss and exhaustion in his eyes.
Liaocheng is the traditional sphere of influence of the second prince. It is much more difficult to convince the powerful people to support him than on the floating island. Moreover, these powerful people's contempt for Nan Ruohuai is deep-rooted. There are so many princes in Zheng, who knows how this one suddenly appeared
Who is the thirty-one prince who came?
Some well-informed people have dug out the royal family's annual residence reports from the pile of old papers, and found out that Nan Ruohuai's mother was originally a singer, and she was not even officially granted a title. She gave birth to a boy, so she was reluctantly given the lowest position in the harem.
The son of a singer also wants to rise to the top?
As soon as Ri Nan Ruohuai returned to the city lord's palace, an attendant said: "Master Qianye wants to see you."
Nan Ruohuai hurriedly cheered up, and when he stood in front of Qianye, he regained his sunny look.
Qianye looked him up and down and said, "Aren't you having a hard time these days?"
"How can there be..." After a pause, Nan Ruohuai smiled bitterly and said, "That's true. They all think that I am the son of a singer and am not worthy of a big position. Even if I get the position, it will be left in the history books."
"What's wrong with the son of a singer? Isn't the current His Majesty in Da Qin also from a similar background?"
It is not a secret that Emperor Hao has a humble maternal lineage, but he has to pass the throne to the Emperor Qin himself, which is completely orthodox. Few people in the small vassal country dare to talk about him. If it is spread, it will not only be contempt for the emperor, but
Instead, he challenged the authority of the entire Qin Dynasty. Moreover, Emperor Hao's reputation was not prominent in the past. Recently, it was reported that although the challenge by the King of Heaven was unsuccessful, he had already cleared the pass. Since then, there has been no criticism.
Qianye dared to say that, but Nan Ruohuai didn't. He said respectfully: "I don't dare to discuss the affairs of His Majesty Da Qin."
Qianye nodded and said, "It's a good thing that you can be cautious. Do you have any suggestions regarding the current situation in Liaocheng?"
"I'll try to persuade them a few more times."
"That's it?"
Under Qianye's gaze, Nan Ruohuai felt restless and broke into cold sweats. He lowered his head slightly and said, "It all depends on your orders."
"I'm asking you what you think."
The calmer Qianye's voice became, the more nervous Nan Ruohuai became. He thought about it and finally said: "Maybe, maybe I have to kill one or two people."
"That's pretty much it." Qianye nodded. Nan Ruohuai felt like he was being pardoned, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Qianye moved his fingers and pushed a piece of paper in front of Nan Ruohuai. Nan Ruohuai picked it up and saw a list of the families who had publicly insulted him in the past few days.
"Is everything up there?"
"...That's right."
Qianye said calmly: "That's good. When I asked you to come over, Song Lun had already gone with his troops, and he should be here now. Since they want the name of a hero, let them be granted it."
As if to confirm Qianye's words, a red light suddenly lit up outside the window. Looking carefully, it was not the sunset, but the light of a fire somewhere in the city.
Nan Ruohuai was no longer nervous at this time. He only glanced out the window and never looked back. He only said respectfully: "Your Excellency is wise!"
Qianye said: "If we don't kill them now, then everyone will follow suit in the future. What's the point? We will only need to kill more people."
Nan Ruohuai sighed: "In fact, our Zheng Kingdom has always had a tradition of fighting for the throne with swords and weapons. When the replacement of a great leader, there was not a river of bloodshed? There are many scenes of brothers killing each other, and father and son dueling. It is this time, the second brother,
No matter who wins among the fifth brother and the eleventh brother, he will definitely kill the mother clan of the other two."
Qianye got up, walked around the room, and said slowly: "I came to Yonglu to get the land. But if I want to get the land, I will naturally take it from the hands of the dark race. The land of this world is eternal night and dawn.
The struggle is not a struggle between one family, one country, one clan and one place. So actually I have no interest in Zheng State. If you, King Zheng, do well in the future, then I will return this place to you. But if you do not do well,
Or maybe you have second thoughts..."
Nan Ruohuai said hurriedly: "Absolutely not!"
Qianye raised his hand, and Nan Ruohuai immediately shut up. Qianye continued: "I have no interest in Zheng Guo, but it does not mean that I can let you make trouble for me. In the general battle, let alone the throne, if
If it does not contribute to the survival of the human race but hinders it, then there will be no need for the existence of Zheng State itself."
Nan Ruohuai sweated through her clothes and wanted to express her position again, but then she held it back.
Qianye sighed and said, "I once met a Zhengguo person back then. Maybe you also know her. Her name is Nanhua."
"I know, that's Sister Jiuwang."
Qianye thought about the past, and after a moment he said: "She is good at everything, but she is confused about big issues of right and wrong. No, that cannot be said. She should only think about her own feelings in everything, and not care about other people, right? You guys?
Zheng people are not good at fighting externally, but they are all experts at fighting internally."
Now Nan Ruohuai couldn't sit still anymore.
Qianye looked at the fire outside the window and said calmly: "Every matter is big or small, and the war in the world also has big and small differences. I came to Yong Continent for myself and my brothers, but it does not prevent me from doing something for the general trend of the human race. On the contrary, I came to Yonglu for myself and my brothers.
It’s the same thing.”
Nan Ruohuai listened quietly.
Qianye did not say any more, but waved him to leave.
After Nan Ruohuai left, Qianye stood in front of the window, silently watching several blazing fires. There was a faint sound of gunfire in the distance, and there was obviously resistance. However, how could several families resist Qianye's elite men?
The mercenaries' counterattack was suppressed in an instant, and the gunfire subsided much faster than many people thought.
Qianye called his attendants and ordered: "Inform all the families in the city and the heads of each trading house to go to the city lord's mansion early tomorrow morning to discuss matters. Whoever dares not to do so will be dealt with according to these families."
"Don't worry, sir." The attendant left with murderous intent.
After the attendants left, Qianye stood still for a while and then said, "Come in."
A young woman walked in outside the door, dressed as a maid, with a fresh and cute smile. Seeing her, Qianye also smiled and said: "Miss Hui doesn't stay in the Song clan, why did she come here?"
The person who came was none other than Song Hui. Qianye had met her once before at the funeral of Mrs. Anguo. However, he never expected that they would meet again in this distant land.
Song Hui smiled slyly and said, "I'll be your maid!"
"How do you deserve this?"
"Why, aren't you welcome?"
"Of course you are welcome, but if you don't stay in the Song clan, why did you come here?" Qianye repeated the question.
"I'll be your maid!" Song Hui repeated the answer again.
Qianye had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "Zi Ning should have asked you to come here, right? If you don't answer my questions directly, go back."
"Why are you so ungrateful?" Song Hui shouted.
"Have the guys who loved you so much turned into corpses now?" Qianye said unceremoniously.
"That's not me. It's pretty much used to describe Song Ziyan."
"That's not what Zining said about you." Qianye remembered clearly that Song Ziyan seemed to be more innocent, but she had the same shortcomings that rich girls have.