Behemoth Empire, Imperial Capital Beast King City, Royal Palace.
"Report!!!"
Outside the Beast King's hall, a guard with the body of a lion and the head of a lion knelt on one knee to report to the Beast King.
"Say!" A tall and mighty middle-aged man was sitting upright on the Beast King's chair in the main hall. He responded casually, but it was like thunder and drums. This tall and mighty middle-aged man was even sitting tall and tall.
They are all over seven feet (approximately 2.2 meters), and the muscles on their bodies are bulging like hills. You don’t need to think about it to know that their explosive power must be amazing. They are covered with long and soft golden hair, and their angular face is calm and intimidating.
On his head is a pure gold Beast King crown, and on his body is a golden, wide and luxurious Beast King robe.
"Report to the Beast King! Envoys from the Yan family are greeting you outside the palace!" The guard lowered his head and said respectfully.
"Pass!" the Beast King raised his hand and said.
"The envoy from the Yan family is sent to see you!"
Following a loud announcement, an old man in black slowly walked into the Beast King's hall.
"Zuo Kun, the envoy of the Yan family, pays homage to the Beast King!" The old man in black stood in the middle of the hall and bowed slightly to the Beast King and said.
"No gifts! Give me a seat!" the Beast King said with a wave of his hand.
At this time, two guards in the palace, who had the bodies of tigers and heads of tigers, quickly moved a chair and placed it respectfully behind the old man in black.
The old man in black cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you to the Beast King!" Then he sat down grandly, looked at the Beast King and said, "My uncle asked me to say hello to you on his behalf!"
The Beast King nodded, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he immediately put on a smile and said, "How are brother Yan, King, doing lately?"
"My uncle has been very bad recently! He is in a bad mood!" the old man in black said with a sullen face.
"Oh? Why is this? Is there anyone who dares to make Brother Yan King angry?" The Beast King frowned and asked in confusion.
The old man in black sneered and said sternly: "Your Majesty, the Beast King, why do you ask questions knowingly?"
The Beast King's face suddenly darkened, and the whole hall instantly cooled down. The atmosphere was quite embarrassing. I didn't expect that the old man in black would be so disrespectful and expose the Beast King's words in public. Everyone in the hall looked at the old man in black with anger.
Shi. Of course the Beast Emperor knew what happened in the Fengyun Competition, but the old man in black was very rude, so the Beast Emperor simply pretended to be confused. How could it be that the old man in black didn't care about himself at all just because he was an envoy of the Yan family?
To put it in perspective, he is also the master of an empire.
"Your Majesty, the Beast King, please don't be angry. I'm just a straight-headed man. Please forgive me for any offence!" The old man in black stood up and said with a smile. Although there was a hint of bowing in his words, there was no trace of respect in his actions.
"Hmph!" The Beast King snorted coldly, then looked at the old man in black and said lukewarmly: "I wonder what the purpose of the Zuo envoy coming to do today?"
"Then I won't talk in circles. Today, I am here to discuss a major matter with His Majesty the Beast Emperor on the orders of my uncle!" The old man in black didn't care about the Beast Emperor's attitude at all and said coldly.
"Say!" the Beast King frowned and glared at the old man in black and shouted.
"My uncle hopes that His Majesty the Beast Emperor... I wonder what His Majesty the Beast Emperor wants? My uncle is still waiting for the old man's reply!" After speaking, the old man in black looked at the Beast Emperor coldly.
The Beast King lowered his head at this time, frowning slightly, and was lost in thought. After a while, the Beast King raised his head, suddenly smiled broadly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and his attitude towards the old man in black also made a 180-degree turn.
, looked at the old man in black and said with a smile: "Elder Zuo, please tell Brother Yan when he returns, saying that I, the Behemoth clan, are willing to cooperate with his actions and fully agree with the distribution of benefits."
"Okay! It's a deal!" the old man in black said with a proud smile.
"It's a deal!" the Beast King stood up and said.
The old man in black nodded with satisfaction, cupped his hands and said, "I won't stay any longer, I'll take my leave!" After saying that, he left quickly without waiting for the Beast King to say anything.
"Your Majesty! This guy is so rude! Do we really want to be used as pawns for the Yan family?" After the man in black left, an orc with a fox head in the palace stood up and said respectfully to the Beast King.
"Chess piece? Hahaha..." The Beast King laughed wildly, then glanced at everyone in the hall and said sternly: "I have suffered from no opportunities for more than 20 years. Now that I have such a great opportunity, how can I miss it and become a chess piece?"
So what! As long as it allows me, the Behemoth Empire, to expand its territory, I will definitely use it as a chess piece! Besides, if he wants me, the Behemoth Empire, to be his chess piece, it won’t be free!”
"Your Majesty is wise!!!" Everyone in the palace suddenly shouted in unison.
"Send the order! Let the leaders of the ten major tribes come to see me! Also call me the ambassador of the Wanyu Empire!" said the Beast King.
"Yes!" A guard with a body and a tiger's head took the order and left.
...
The Seventh Prince's Mansion, the Imperial Capital of the Tulip Empire.
A handsome young man was sleeping soundly in a dark room.
Suddenly the magic lamp in the room was lit, and the whole room was suddenly brightly lit.
"Who!" The handsome young man who was sleeping soundly opened his eyes suddenly, straightened up and jumped out of the bed, with a wary look on his face.
"Seventh Prince, don't be nervous. I'm not an assassin. I'm Marshal Mu, the commander of the secret guards around the emperor." As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow appeared from behind the bed.
The handsome young man was none other than the Seventh Prince Sikong Nanfeng. He suddenly felt the magic lamp in the room being lit while he was sleeping soundly. He immediately reacted and thought that an assassin was coming to his door.
When Si Kong Nanfeng heard the answer, his tense nerves relaxed a little. Looking around, he saw a handsome young man in night clothes appearing in front of him, holding a gold medal in his hand. On the gold medal, he saw the words "
There are four characters for inner guard.
"What do you want from me?" I don't know why Sikong Nanfeng had an extremely bad premonition in his heart. The reason for this feeling was unclear, it was just an intuition.
Marshal Mu nodded slightly and said seriously: "Seventh Prince, please change your clothes immediately and follow me to the palace quickly. The Emperor wants to see you!"
Si Kong Nanfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned and asked anxiously: "What happened?" Si Kong Nanfeng knew that something big must have happened, otherwise his father would not have summoned him in the middle of the night, let alone send his personal bodyguards.
Summoned, unless... Sikong Nanfeng did not dare to think further, and now looked at Marshal Mu anxiously.
"The Emperor... is dying, so he specially asked me to come and secretly take you, the Seventh Prince, into the palace. I hope to see you one last time." Marshal Mu said very sadly at this time.
Sikong Nanfeng was startled. His head went blank for a moment, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He collapsed on the bed and couldn't accept this fact for a long time. In Sikong Nanfeng's heart, his father was not only a good person, but also a good person.
The emperor is his own good father. Over the past ten years, the relationship between father and son has been deeply rooted. But now someone told him that his father was dying. How could Sikong Nanfeng accept this for a while? And Sikong Nanfeng was even more
Understand what the death of his father means to him and what he will face. These are things that Sikong Nanfeng has always been aware of but has never been willing to face.
"Seventh Prince, please change your clothes quickly. I'm afraid the emperor won't be able to wait too long!" Seeing Sikong Nanfeng fall into a daze, Marshal Mu said anxiously.
"Hey!" Sikong Nanfeng sighed heavily, stood up slowly, looked at Marshal Mu and nodded, then quickly put on a black coat, "Let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, two black shadows disappeared into the night of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
...
Tulip Palace Imperial Study Room.
The palace has always been heavily guarded, but at this moment, there was no one at the brightly lit imperial study room door.
Under the cover of night, two figures quickly flashed into the imperial study room.
...
"Father!" At this time, a young man in black knelt in front of the bed, crying.
I saw an old man lying on the bed. His face was pale and his eyes were dull, but he was staring at the young man in front of the bed.
"Feng'er, you're here!" the old man said somewhat helplessly.
The young man nodded vigorously, with silent tears already overflowing his face. The young man was none other than the seventh prince Sikong Nanfeng, and the twilight old man lying on the bed was Sikong Dongyao, the emperor of the Tulip Empire. If he were not in this majestic palace, who would
How can we connect this twilight old man lying on the bed with the majestic and domineering Emperor Dongyao?
"Feng'er, don't cry. Father, we don't have much time. You have to listen to me carefully and remember every word I say!" Emperor Dongyao said weakly.
Sikong Nanfeng wiped away his tears, forced himself to calm down, looked at Emperor Dongyao and nodded.
Emperor Dongyao smiled slightly and looked at Sikong Nanfeng with loving eyes: "My father really misses you and your mother, but there is no way. My father is already seriously ill and there is no way to save him. Now I can only see you secretly, and
But I can’t see your mother, do you understand?”
Sikong Nanfeng nodded. Of course Sikong Nanfeng knew that this was because his father did not want to leak the news that he was critically ill, so he even withdrew all the guards at the door.
"Feng'er, don't be sad. I am very satisfied to have you as my son and your mother as my wife who truly loves me in this life. I have no regrets. The only thing that makes me uneasy is that after my death,
The situation you and your mother are in. Feng'er, you have to remember that those who want to achieve great things must use whatever means they can, and kill everything that needs to be killed, without showing any mercy. Do you understand?"
Sikong Nanfeng nodded solemnly, tears in his eyes falling like a kite with a broken string.
"Hey!" Emperor Dongyao sighed: "What I am most worried about are your two brothers. After I die, they will definitely kill each other, and they will definitely not let you go. The forces behind them are very powerful.
It's not something you can compare to Feng'er. If I had a choice, I would rather you go far away and never get involved in this royal family dispute."