"Take me to say hello to my uncle~" Qingren said goodbye lightly. The Moro people call the sea their home, and it is easy and casual for them to set sail.
After half a cup of tea, Qin'er and the others watched from a distance as her shipping king cousin led the fleet to leave in a mighty manner. Before leaving, she said that she would only cooperate with Feng Ruohen. When the prince intends to conquer the world in the future, he will be considered one of them.
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He looks down on other countries and is also a proud and arrogant person.
"This ship king seems to be no different from the rumors." Looking at the ships gradually shrinking on the sea, Liniang suddenly sighed.
People who have dealt with Captain Moro say that he is... cold-natured, venomous, and has little sympathy.
Of course, people who stand at the top of power do not need sympathy.
From the beginning to the end, Helan Qin'er never figured out the real purpose of her unpredictable cousin. How could such an arrogant person be willing to share the world equally with anyone?
At this moment, the man was far away, but he finally had something on his mind. Qin'er turned around and asked Feng Ruohen, who seemed to be deep in thought, "Isn't it because of my casual words that you don't form an alliance with him?"
She didn't believe that Feng Ruohen refused Qingren's invitation because of her compassionate words. Sooner or later, the world would be disrupted. If he didn't move, Qingren wouldn't move, and there were other countries forming alliances and strengthening. I'm afraid it would really be the time.
As Ling Qingren said, if there is a war, the first country to be burned by the flames of war will be the Feng Kingdom.
"Sikong." Glancing at the woman who rarely showed a worried look, Feng Ruohen said to Sikong Ling, "Go to Nucha immediately and be sure to deliver my king's letter."
After receiving the order, Sikong Ling showed an aura of determination on his face. He bowed and turned around to leave. Qin'er was confused again, "Did you write a secret letter to Prince Nusha?"
The sun was scorching, and the sea breeze was full of moist heat. It became increasingly unclear what Feng Ruohen wanted to do. He just felt that standing here for a while, his chest began to feel tight again.
Feng Ruohen supported her and a thought flashed in his eyes, "Go back and rest. We will set off back to Fengdu tomorrow."
"You haven't said why you wrote to Prince Wujia?" Suddenly, he had a vague idea that this wise and powerful regent had used his own power to cut off the ambition of the cousin of the ship king to get involved in the Middle-earth, and then...
Are you going to go to Prince Nusha alone to discuss the matter of unifying the world?