The once prosperous capital of Yu was gradually declining.
Pedestrians hurried on the road, soldiers stood in large numbers, and war horses galloped, showing a sense of solemnity.
In the Jinluan Hall, there were hundreds of civil and military officials, each with their heads wrapped in white cloth and looking sad.
Since King Xian died on Dongshan Road, the entire court seemed to have lost its soul.
Even veterans of the four dynasties such as Zuo Xiang Yi'an always looked downcast, his old eyes became increasingly cloudy, and they no longer looked as charming as before.
Snap!
He slapped the table hard.
Seeing His Highness and his ministers looking like mourners, King Xia was furious: "The wise king is dead, but I am not dead yet!"
"My Daxia is not dead yet. From tomorrow on, if anyone is still so unlucky, don't blame me for ruthlessly killing him."
Hearing the angry words of King Xia, the officials subconsciously took off the white cloth from their heads like a bunch of puppets.
The depths of his pupils were filled with disappointment.
When King Xian died, they did not even see King Xia showing a trace of sadness. Instead, they repeatedly cursed and blamed King Xia for his uselessness.
Every time I think about it, chills suddenly arise in the hearts of the ministers. If the wise king is treated like this, let alone them?
Daxia, is it still worthy of their loyalty?
"snort!"
"The traitors of Marquis Anyuan are leading millions of people to approach Wang Ji. The Huns' 400,000 cavalry in the southern court are also ready to move and are ready to march westward at any time. Don't you have anything to say to me?"
A heavy snort.
The king of Xia was filled with anger, which became more and more intense.
He has never considered why Daxia has reached its current situation, nor has he reflected on whether there is anything wrong with his role as the king of Xia.
All along, he would only criticize officials for being incompetent and traitors should be punished.
After hearing this, the ministers were silent for a long time.
It's not like they don't have a solution.
It's not that he is completely incapable.
The reason why they don't want to speak out is because anyone with a discerning eye can see that Daxia is in pieces. Even if it can resolve the temporary crisis, it will not be able to escape its eventual destruction.
They did not look for a new home in advance and participated in causing harm to Daxia, which was regarded as being completely loyal to Daxia.
Ian wanted to open his mouth several times, but every time the words came to his lips, he shook his head dejectedly and swallowed them back.
Tread! Tread! Tread!
When the main hall was silent, the sound of sonorous and powerful footsteps resounded throughout the Great Xia Palace from far to near.
Step by step, it's like stepping on the heart's pulse. The thumping rhythm makes people's hearts beat with fear and their faces turn pale.
As an old figure stepped into the Jinluan Palace, the smell of decay hit his face.
All the officials could see was a wrinkled face that was full of lifelessness and covered with heart-stopping black spots.
It looks haggard, but it releases terrifying energy, as if it is emitting the last remaining heat.
"I will pay my respects to the old prince!"
hiss!
Take a breath of cold air.
The ministers bowed their heads.
However, after seeing the old prince Yang Hong, they seemed to see that the death knell of Daxia had sounded.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that the old prince Yang Hong, who was once famous in all countries and was like a god of war, and the last sea-fixing needle in Daxia, had become so depressed.
The strong aura of death can be felt by even a child. Everyone knows that Yang Hong will be dead soon.
It is simply unrealistic to expect him to save Daxia.
"Uncle, you..."
King Xia suddenly started.
"Your Majesty, my life is about to end and I don't have much time left. Let me fight for a chance of survival for Daxia before I die."
"Tomorrow, I will take command and go on an expedition. I will personally lead a million mighty tiger troops to meet Anyuan Hou Linwu."
"Your Majesty also needs to send people immediately to transfer the millions of troops on Linshan Road back to Wangji."
"Remember, no matter what, you must guard Wang Ji. If you guard Wang Ji, there will be hope for Daxia!"
After the old prince sighed and finished speaking, as if he had exhausted all his energy, he slumped and staggered away. The hero is old and his vitality is gone. How sad!
Plop!
Falling down on the dragon chair in a daze, King Xia couldn't help but feel panic deep in his heart.
He murmured to himself: "Daxia, is it really going to end?"
...
Annan Road, Shandan City.
This place is adjacent to Dongshan Road.
Zhang Jiao has already stationed troops here, ready to seize Dongshan Road with a thunderous strike at any time.
The original city lord's mansion has become Zhang Jiao's residence.
On this day, Zhang Jiao was leisurely drinking tea in the courtyard of the mansion, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
Unfortunately, before he could enjoy it for long, he saw a yellow turban soldier hurriedly running to report: "General Tiangong, there is a man outside the mansion who claims to be the envoy of Prince Modo of the Southern Court of the Huns. He wants to see you."
"Nanting of the Huns, the envoy of Prince Modo?"
"Interesting! Let him come to see me."
Zhang Jiao put down his teacup, with a meaningful look on his lips.
He suddenly felt that maybe this was his opportunity.
"Shamu is rarely better than General Tiangong."
Not long after, they saw a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and a full beard following the yellow turban soldiers to Zhang Jiao, bowing slightly.
"Shamuhan?"
"Tell me, why did you meet me?"
Zhang Jiao glanced at Sha Muhan and asked casually.
Shamuhan said: "General Tiangong speaks quickly, I will get straight to the point."
"I am an aide to Prince Modo. This time, on the order of Prince Modo, I am here to tell you that in three days, the 400,000 Huns cavalry on the East Mountain Road will go to Daxia Wangji. You can take advantage of the situation to seize the opportunity.
Go down Dongshan Road."
Deep in Zhang Jue's pupils, a strange color flashed away. He stared at Shamuhan closely and said, "Dongshan Road is the territory conquered by your Xiongnu Nanting. What is Prince Modo going to do?"
Sha Mu was in a rare situation, and Zhang Jiao would definitely not be able to attack without hesitation if he didn't know it. He said directly: "General Tiangong doesn't know something. The 400,000 cavalry who invaded Dongshan Road this time are supporting the Second Prince Mo Chuan."
Your Highness."
"If they are allowed to continue to advance into Wangji and make great achievements, the status of Prince Modo will be in jeopardy."
"As long as General Tiangong takes action to capture Dongshan Road, Prince Modo promises you that he will fight for you in the court and will not let the Xiongnu Nanting attack you."
"At the same time, Prince Modo will also open the door for you to help you spread the teachings of Taiping Dao to our Southern Court of the Huns."
Zhang Jue heard this generous offer and was not in a hurry to express his position. He chuckled and said, "You should tell me how Prince Modo wants me to help him, right?"
There is never love or hate for no reason in the world.
Even if it was to deal with the second prince Mo Chui, Zhang Jiao didn't believe that Modo would be stupid enough to offer him such a high price.
"General Tiangong, please be happy. Prince Modo has said that he needs you to surrender to him in name."
"Only in this way can Prince Modo block the crowd in the court and allow you to safely control the Dongshan Road, right?"
Shamuhan also laughed.
Zhang Jiao took a deep look at Shamuhan and said, "What a good Prince Modo. His abacus is really exquisite."
"However, it's still a win-win situation, so I agree."