There are one hill and eight buildings in the Northern Prefecture of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Chapter 1843 The Holy Tree is also plotted by the black hand
Chapter 1843 The Holy Tree is also plotted by the black hand
Under the holy tree, only Lan Han and Duan Sugu were left. Duan Sugu looked at Lan Han with a proud smile on his face: "Master Lan, you have helped me a lot this time. It will be done."
From now on, the position of prime minister will definitely be yours."
Lan Han's white eyebrows raised slightly: "Shouldn't it be your General Duan's?"
Duan Sugu's expression changed, and he smiled and said, "I want to be the emperor, not the prime minister."
Lan Han shook his head: "General Duan, don't be too impatient in everything. There is a saying from the Central Plains that you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. I asked you to make Murong Chong your lord before. It is because of this title that the Murong family is in Liao.
The land has been in operation for more than a hundred years, and the people of the country are dominated by the Murong family. Even if you capture Longcheng, you will still be a rebellious minister and traitor in their eyes.
of."
Duan Sugu said disdainfully: "The strongest thing in this world is strength. As long as the army is in hand, I have the world. I have very tight control over the army now. If you have the support of Lord Lan's tribe, then in this Dragon City,
No one dares to go against us!"
Lan Han sighed: "I'm afraid you have overestimated your strength. Even my subordinates recognize the Murong family as their king and only regard our Lan family as the clan leader. Most of your subordinates are just recruited by the clan.
The men in various departments of Dragon City will not regard you as a king. They can take advantage of their nostalgia for the former King of Gaoyang and their hatred for the soldiers and horses of Dragon City to follow you, but if you want to control them for a long time, you still have to use
Only people from the Murong family can do it."
Duan Sugu gritted his teeth: "Is it possible that I really want Murong Chong to be my master for the rest of my life? Is he worthy of a teenage boy?!"
Lan Han curled up his lips: "Of course Murong Chong is not worthy of being a monarch. You are supporting him now just to use the name of Murong Long, a dead ghost, in order to control your current subordinates. But in the long run, in this Liao land,
To be self-reliant, you have to find a more powerful Murong clan. After a few years of support, wait until your prestige slowly spreads throughout Liao, and then you can consider being self-reliant."
Duan Sugu frowned: "Then who should I establish?"
Lan Han smiled and said: "This is not a ready-made Murong Nong. He has a very high prestige here. You will take him around the city tomorrow and let the sergeants in the city see that the God of War in them has also come out to surrender to you. That dragon
The city will be destroyed without attack. Afterwards, you imprison him in a deep palace without contact with others. All military and government orders will be issued by you. In a few years, in and outside Longcheng, only you, General Duan, will be known, but he will not be known.
Emperor Murong, this is the time when you can truly stand on your own."
Duan Sugu smiled brightly: "I am a rough soldier. I didn't expect that you are superior to Master Lan. Tell me, what do you want me to do to repay your great kindness this time?!"
Lan Han smiled slightly: "We, the Lan tribe, have been nomadic outside the Great Wall for many years. We are the first tribe in Longcheng. However, we are restricted by the Murong clan. We can only guard their sacred trees here and are not allowed to move. The Murong clan established the Yan Kingdom and conquered a large area.
The territory is famous all over the world, but we can only look after his home here, so we, the head of the Lan clan, have always been dissatisfied with this. Only when the Murong clan is dead can we regain our freedom. This is why I am helping you this time.
I hope that you, General Duan, can successfully replace the Murong family, establish yourself as the king, and change the country's name, so that we can leave this place and expand everywhere. When the time comes, you will maintain our Lan family's status in the Yan Kingdom and allow us to move around.
Being nomadic, these conditions are not excessive."
Duan Sugu laughed: "Of course it's not too much. This is what it should be. With Murong's death, there is no need for these trees to exist. Of course you can go wherever you want. Deal!"
When the backs of the two people disappeared outside the valley, a stone beside the grass behind the tree moved away, and two black figures jumped out from under the stone. Qinglong and Heipao walked slowly and walked in front of the holy tree.
, the dead leaves fell and fell on their shoulders, Qinglong sighed: "I didn't expect that the seniors have been planning for many years, and even Lan Han and Zhang Sheng are your people. I really admire you."
The eyes of the black robe were shining brightly: "The Lan clan has been surrounded by this sacred tree in Dragon City for nearly a hundred years, and no one else can stand it. It's just that the Murong clan is so powerful that they don't dare to act rashly.
Hou Yan was destroyed and Murong Bao was in trouble and came to surrender. Of course they had to take action. I just said a few words to arouse the greed in Lan Han's heart. Duan Sugu didn't have a husband, so he was just used to plot rebellion.
The best prop. Once Murong Bao is killed, he will have no value in existence. Lan Han will definitely kill him and make himself king."
Qinglong curled up his lips: "The State of Yan has been destroyed, and Hebei has fallen into the hands of the State of Wei. Why do our seniors still want to exterminate the State of Yan like this?"
The black robe sneered: "No matter how powerful or small the Murong family is, they are all ambitious. Murong Bao is a waste and has ruined his foundation. It does not mean that others will be like him. If there are more Murong Chui and Murong De in the next generation,
Like this, it may be revived here in western Liaoning. After all, it is too far away from the Northern Wei Dynasty. They will not care about it for a while. Murong Bao's son and younger brother are very powerful. If it is Murong Nong or Murong Shengzui
After taking the throne, the northern and southern Yans will echo each other, and the Murong family's Yan Kingdom may be revived."
Qinglong smiled and said: "Senior should go and destroy Nan Yan first. Murong De is a handsome man."
Heipao shook his head: "No need, the existence of Nan Yan is a buffer between the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty. With their presence, the Northern Wei Dynasty will not occupy Qingzhou and threaten the Jin Dynasty. Besides, Liu Yu
Here, Murong De will not be allowed to do anything. But Beiyan is different. This is the birthplace of Murong's family, and there is a large grassland. To the east, you can obtain Goguryeo's iron ore and build armor and cavalry. If the master is brave,
If we retreat, we can protect the foundation of Liaodong, and if we advance into the Central Plains, we must destroy them, just like these two sacred trees!"
Having said this, he suddenly made a move, and his skinny palm directly hit the trunk of the tree. There was only a roar, and the tree, which was more than one foot high, collapsed and hit the ground heavily. Dust flew up, and the two trees were blown away.
Everyone was wrapped in a puff of smoke.
Qinglong sighed softly: "The empire of the Murong family is just like this sacred tree. It was wiped out in ashes by a blow from the senior. This is God's will."
A cold light flashed in the black robe's eyes: "This is not God's will, it's just my arrangement. When Murong Huang planted trees, he only practiced some superstitious methods. If the fate of a country is determined by a big tree, then it will be even more difficult.
What do we do?" At this point, a smile appeared on his lips, "Let me tell you another secret. I blew up the sacred tree with black fire, and I planted these two trees.