The old man let out a long laugh, and said: "With Your Excellency's means, would you be willing to assist such a waste? I have never heard of such a powerful person as Your Excellency around me. If that waste is allowed to take the throne, who is really sitting in the big seat?" , needless to say?"
Qian Yedan said: "Since you have seen my strength, you should know that Zheng Guo is just a springboard, and I will not stay here for long."
"That's the case, the second prince is brilliant and farsighted, why don't you take refuge in him and help the second prince ascend the throne? It's better than that useless trash."
Qianye's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Take refuge? Are you crazy?"
The old man clenched his battle ax tightly and shouted: "Sure enough, the wolf is ambitious! Today, the old man will remove a scourge for Zheng Guo, and remove a stone blocking the way for my grandson!"
After finishing speaking, the old man's aura rose sharply, his beard and hair flew up, and he rushed towards Qianye like a lion. In the middle of the rush, he yelled violently, and a piece of electric fire was thrown from the battle axe. The wind and thunder combined, and he slashed at Qianye!
Qianye didn't move, and the sea vortex domain instantly activated. Different from the past, the absolute power of the sea vortex domain has not increased after Qingyang King completed it, but it is more convenient to control. At this moment, all the power of the domain is concentrated around the old man, and other places are calm.
The old man's pounce was like an eagle hitting the sky, but suddenly it seemed to be dozens of times heavier, and he fell straight down. He was startled, desperately adjusted in the air, and landed heavily on the ground, his feet had already sunk into the bluestone ground. When the accident happened suddenly, the old man urgently raised his whole body's origin force to be able to resist the heavy mountain pressure, but when he raised his eyes again, Qianye was nowhere to be seen.
As soon as the old man had a warning sign in his heart, suddenly his body lightened, and a head flew high. Until the end, he didn't understand why he lost so quickly.
Looking at the old man's slowly falling body, Qianye shook his head and sighed inwardly.
The old man has a strong temperament and extraordinary strength. Although he is at the fifteenth level, but with his experience and combat strength, even the sixteenth level may not be his opponent. It's just that he is short-sighted and loyal, clinging to his grandson and refusing to give up an inch in the fight for the throne.
This kind of person has to be killed.
There was a rush of footsteps at the door, and Song Lun and several mercenary generals rushed into the hall with a murderous look, and they were all taken aback when they saw Qianye.
Qianye pointed at the old man's corpse and said, "This man should be the city lord. Take his head out, and if you can, do your best to recruit him."
Song Lun nodded in agreement, and hurried to pick up the old man's head.
A mercenary general scratched his head, but couldn't help but said: "I said why I couldn't even see a ghost when I rushed in. It turns out that your old man has already arrived."
"I'm not that old!" Qianye laughed, and Dongyue threw the mercenary general outside the city lord's mansion with a pick.
The operation of Liaocheng was better than expected, and the resistance was more intense. Even though the news of the city lord's awarding the head has been confirmed, the defenders have no leader, and the sporadic street fighting continued for several days before it completely subsided.
In the past few days, Nan Ruohuai has been visiting the major families in the city non-stop, seeking support. What Qianye took Liao City into was the ready-made workshop here. Of course, it was impossible to slaughter the city. Apart from blocking the news from spreading, Nan Ruohuai had to do the rest of the work of persuasion and appeasement.
Among the big families of various aristocratic families, some see the wind and steer the rudder, some say good things, but actually sit on the wall, only looking at the future direction of the wind; some are indifferent and perfunctory.
Nan Ruohuai was able to see all of these, some of them closed their doors, and even yelled at him, accusing him of bringing in foreign thieves into the house, he would be infamous forever, and so on.
No matter what kind of thorns he encountered, Nan Ruohuai always had a gentle and modest smile on his face, even when he scolded him face to face. It's just that when he returned to the City Lord's Mansion, there would be a vague sense of loss and exhaustion in his eyes.
Liaocheng is the traditional sphere of influence of the second prince, and it is much more difficult to convince the powerful clan to support him than Fudao. Moreover, these tyrants' contempt for Nan Ruohuai is deeply rooted. There are so many princes in Zheng, who knows who this thirty-one prince who suddenly appeared is
A well-informed person has already dug out the Wang family's mansion newspapers from the pile of old papers, and learned that Nan Ruohuai's mother was originally a singer, and she was not even officially appointed as the throne. It was only after giving birth to a boy that he was reluctantly given the lowest position in the harem.
The son of a diva, also wants to be in the top position
This day Nan Ruohuai had just returned to the City Lord's Mansion, when an attendant said, "Master Qianye wants to see you."
Nan Ruohuai hurriedly cheered up, and when she stood in front of Qianye, she regained her sunny look.
Qianye sized him up and down, and said, "Isn't life going to be rough these days?"
"How could..." After a pause, Nan Ruohuai smiled wryly, and said, "That's true. They all think that I am the son of a diva, and I am not worthy of a high position. Even if I am a high position, I will still be scolded by history books."
"What's wrong with the son of the singer, isn't the current Majesty of Daqin also from a similar background?"
It's no secret that Emperor Hao's maternal lineage is humble, but he had to pass on the throne before Emperor Qin himself, which is out-and-out orthodox. Few people in the small vassal kingdom dare to talk about him. Instead, it challenges the authority of the entire Great Qin. What's more, Emperor Hao's reputation was not obvious in the past. Recently, it was reported that although the challenge of the king of heaven was not successful, he had already passed the pass. Since then, there has been no voice of criticism.
Qianye dared to say that, but Nan Ruohuai did not dare, and said respectfully, "I dare not speak rashly about His Majesty the Great Qin."
Qianye nodded and said, "It's a good thing that you are cautious. Do you have any suggestions for the current situation in Liao City?"
"I'll try to persuade them a few more times."
"That's all?"
Under Qianye's gaze, Nan Ruohuai felt restless and broke out in cold sweat layer by layer. He lowered his head slightly, and said, "It's all up to the adults."
"I'm asking what you think."
The calmer Qianye's voice became, the more nervous Nan Ruohuai became. After thinking about it, he finally said, "Maybe, maybe one or two people will be killed."
"That's about the same." Qianye nodded. Nan Ruohuai broke out in a cold sweat in an instant as if she had received an amnesty.
With a flick of his finger, Qianye pushed the piece of paper in front of Nan Ruohuai. Nan Ruohuai picked it up and saw that it was a list of the families who publicly insulted him in the past few days.
"Is it all on top?"
"... That's right."
Qian Yedan said: "That's good. When Song Lun asked you to come over, Song Lun had already brought the troops, so it should be here now. Since they want the name of heroes, then let them be fulfilled."
As if to confirm Qianye's words, a red light suddenly lit up outside the window. Looking carefully, it was not the sunset glow, but the firelight somewhere in the city.
Nan Ruohuai was no longer nervous at this time, he only cast a glance out of the window, and never looked back, only respectfully said: "Your Excellency is wise!"
Qianye said: "If we don't kill them now, everyone will follow suit in the future, so what's the point? Only more people need to be killed."
Nan Ruohuai sighed: "Actually, Zheng Guo has always had a tradition of swordsmen fighting for positions. Which time the change of position didn't cause blood to flow? Brothers kill each other, and there are many scenes of father and son duels. This time, the second brother, No matter who wins among the three of the fifth brother and the eleventh brother, he will definitely kill the mother clan of the other two."
Qianye got up, paced the room, and said slowly: "I came to Yonglu to take the land. But if I want to take the land, I will naturally take it from the dark race. The land of the world is the eternal night and the dawn It is not a struggle between one family and one country, one family and one place. So in fact, I have no interest in Zheng Guo. If you, King Zheng, do well in the future, then you will return this place to you. But if you don’t do well, Or have a second heart... "
Nan Ruohuai hurriedly said: "Absolutely not!"
Qianye raised his hand, and Nan Ruohuai immediately shut up. Qianye continued: "I have no interest in Zheng Guo, but it doesn't mean I can let you make trouble for me. In the battle of the general situation, let alone the throne, if you don't contribute to the place where the human race has a place to live, but hinder you, then There is no need for Zheng Guo itself to exist."
Nan Ruohuai sweated through his heavy clothes, and wanted to express his opinion, but held back.
Qianye sighed, and said: "Back then I met a person from Zheng Guo, maybe you know her too, her name is Nanhua."
"I know, that's Miss Nine Kings."
Qianye thought about the past, and said after a while: "She is good everywhere, but she is confused about the big issues. No, you can't say that, she should only think about her own feelings in everything, and she won't care about others, right? People from Zheng are not good at fighting externally, but all of them are experts in internal fighting."
This time Nan Ruohuai couldn't sit still anymore.
Qianye looked at the flames outside the window, and said calmly: "There are big and small things, and there are big and small differences in the world's struggle. I came to Yonglu for myself and my brothers, but it doesn't prevent me from doing something for the general situation of the human race. Conversely Say the same."
Nan Ruohuai listened quietly.
Qianye didn't say any more, but waved him to retreat.
After Nan Ruohuai left, Qianye stood in front of the window, silently watching several raging fires. The sound of guns and guns was faintly heard in the distance, obviously there was resistance. However, where the few families could resist Qianye's elite mercenaries, the counterattack was suppressed in a blink of an eye, and the gunshots subsided far faster than many people thought.
Qianye called his attendants and ordered: "Notify all the families in the city and the principals of the commercial houses to come to the city lord's mansion early tomorrow morning to discuss matters. No matter who dares to fail, they will be dealt with according to these few houses."
"Don't worry, my lord." The servant went murderously.
After the attendants left, Qianye stood still for a while, then said, "Come in."
A young woman walked in, dressed as a maid, with a fresh and lovely smile. Seeing that it was her, Qianye also smiled and said, "Miss Hui didn't stay in the Song Clan, why did she come here?"
The person who came was Song Hui, and Qianye had met her once at the funeral of Mrs. An Guogong. But they didn't expect to meet again in this distant Yonglu.
Song Hui smiled slyly and said, "I'll be your maid!"
"How can this be worth it?"
"Why, aren't you welcome?"
"Of course you are welcome, but you don't stay in the Song Clan, how did you come here?" Qianye repeated the question.
"Come to be your maid!" Song Hui repeated the answer again.
Qianye had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "Zining must have asked you to come here, right? If you don't answer my question directly, go back."
"Why are you so disrespectful!" Song Hui exclaimed.
"The guys who treated you with pity and tenderness are now corpses, right?" Qianye said unceremoniously.
"That's not me, it's pretty similar to describe Song Ziyan."
"Zi Ning's evaluation of you is not like this." Qianye clearly remembered that Song Ziyan seemed to be more innocent, but she had the same problems as rich girls.