"Young Master, it seems that the Southwest Royal City is ahead."
Dashang, southwest border, three figures came together, Mu Jin looked at the city in the distance and reminded.
"finally reached."
Li Ziye covered up the clothes covering his legs and said, "Go to the city first, then go to the Li family's stronghold and wait for the young monk."
"good."
Xiaosi and Mujin responded and rushed towards the Southwest Royal City with their young master.
Among the ten martial kings of the Great Shang Dynasty, only the Southwest King stayed outside all year round and almost never returned to the capital. The 100,000 Southwest Army was so powerful that the Buddhist kingdom did not dare to invade easily.
The Great Shang occupies the richest land in Kyushu. Both the Tianyu Palace and the Buddhist Kingdom want to spread their faith into the territory of the Great Shang. Unfortunately, the Great Shang's army and fortress ruthlessly block the two forces.
The great merchants used military force to build their country. The kings of Wu throughout the dynasties were good at fighting and kept foreign enemies away from the country. They made outstanding achievements. To a certain extent, the king of war was the belief of the great merchants.
It's a pity that in this era, several of the ten martial kings of Dashang lost their lives due to various reasons, and their vitality was seriously damaged.
The decline of the Great Shang's national power was almost all-round. Even the once invincible King Wu of the Great Shang suffered many setbacks in this era and was no longer as glorious as before.
Majesty is achieved through fighting. The war between Dashang and Mobei is the most cruel test for the martial kings of Dashang.
In the sky, the sun was shining brightly. At the height of the sun, Li Ziye and the others entered the Southwest Royal City.
In the city and on the streets, people were coming and going. As the largest city on the southwest border, the Southwest King's City was under the care of the Southwest King. The people lived a relatively healthy life. Although they were poor, there was not so much oppression, and the people could basically live and work in peace and contentment.
Therefore, the people in the city were grateful and supported the King of Southwest from the bottom of their hearts.
This is why the imperial court did not dare to forcefully summon the Southwest King to send troops to assist.
The King of Southwest had too many reasons to refuse the imperial court's call. The mere excuse of resisting the invasion of the Buddhist Kingdom was enough for the King of Southwest to ignore the court's order.
At this time of internal and external troubles, the Great Shang court would never dare to push too hard on a King Wu who held a large number of soldiers. If the King of Southwest was offended, the consequences would be disastrous.
In the city, where the Li family was based, Li Ziye arrived and immediately transferred all the information about the Southwest King.
In the small courtyard, Li Ziye looked more and more solemn as he read volume after volume of information.
This mission is not easy to handle.
Because of Princess Qingqing's incident, the Southwest King seems to be a little disheartened. Being able to help stop the invasion of the Buddha Kingdom is already driven by the responsibility in his heart. It may not be easy for the Southwest King to lead his army to come back for reinforcements.
Everyone knows that once the Southwest Army returns to support, it will suffer heavy casualties in the face of the desperate offensive of the Mobei Cavalry. The Southwest King at this stage is probably unwilling to make this decision.
To be honest, if it were him, in his position as the Southwest King, he would probably not let his subordinates who had fought with him all their lives go to die.
It’s difficult.
Thinking of this, Li Ziye closed his eyes tiredly and thought about countermeasures.
In fact, the biggest breakthrough lies with Zhu Qingge, the prince of the southwest. King Wu of the Great Shang cannot be hereditary. If Zhu Qingge wants to be crowned king, he must have sufficient military exploits.
However, it is impossible for the Southwest King not to understand this truth. Since the Southwest King has been reluctant to send troops, he should have his own considerations.
"Little Four."
After pondering for a long time, Li Ziye spoke and ordered, "Please help me invite the Prince of Southwest here, do it in my name, and don't disturb other people."
"yes!"
Xiao Si took the order, glanced at the portrait and map on the stone table, and then turned around and left.
"Little Master, what can I do?"
On the side, Mu Jin saw Xiaosi starting to perform the task and asked proactively.
"Rub your temples for me, my head hurts." Li Ziye closed his eyes and said.
"..."
Mu Jin was speechless, but she still stepped forward obediently and rubbed the head of the old man in front of her.
On the horizon, the scorching sun was rising to the west. Xiaosi was walking on the street, heading towards the palace in front of him.
Not long after, the sun set in the western sky and darkness fell.
In front of the Southwest Prince's Mansion, Xiaosi wandered around for a while, then jumped into the mansion.
In the backyard of the palace, the lights were brightly lit in the study. King Southwest was sitting in the study, quietly watching the art of war, paying no attention to what was going on outside.
Xiao Si entered the backyard, staying far away from the study room where the Southwest Prince was, and walked quickly towards the small courtyard where the Prince of the Southwest was.
Soon, Xiaosi came to a small courtyard in the backyard, reached out and knocked on the door.
In the room, Zhu Qingge was startled when he heard the knock on the door. He stood up and stepped forward to open the door.
The two looked at each other, and Zhu Qingge was shocked. After a moment of shock, he immediately calmed down and asked, "Girl, what do you want me to do?"
"Your Majesty."
Xiao Si looked at Prince Southwest who had regained his composure in an instant, bowed his hands and said politely, "My young master, Li Ziye, is here to invite you."
"Li Ziye?"
Zhu Qingge asked in surprise, "Brother Li is here?"
"Um."
Xiaosi nodded and said, "I just arrived today and the young master has some difficulty in moving, so let me come and invite the prince."
"Okay, let's go."
Zhu Qingge didn't ask any more questions and agreed, because he knew very well that the woman in front of him was much stronger than him, and if she wanted to be disadvantageous to him, she would have taken action just now.
The two then left under the cover of night without disturbing anyone.
On the streets of the city, the figures of the two people passed by. Zhu Qingge looked at the woman in front of him, feeling uncontrollable in his heart.
This girl was able to sneak into the palace under the eyes of her father, which shows how high her cultivation level is.
With such cultivation at such a young age, the Li family is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Not long after, in front of the Li family base, Xiaosi arrived with the Prince of Southwest.
In the courtyard, Li Ziye was still waiting patiently. The moonlight was shining, and his white hair was dazzling.
Zhu Qingge entered the courtyard, and at first glance, he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the machine chair, and was shocked.
"Your Majesty, long time no see."
Li Ziye looked at the visitor with a smile on his face and greeted, "You're welcome and well."
"Brother Li, you!"
Zhu Qingge came back to his senses and asked in disbelief, "Why did you become like this?"
Is this still the high-spirited young man from back then?
"It's a long story."
Li Ziye smiled and said, "The night is long tonight. If the prince is not in a hurry to go back, I will tell the prince slowly."
"good!"
Zhu Qingge nodded in agreement, stepped forward and said, "We haven't seen you for many years, and I have many things to ask Brother Li."
"Hibiscus, tea."
Li Ziye looked at Mu Jin girl beside him and ordered.
"yes!"
Hibiscus took the order, turned around and left immediately, going to prepare hot tea.
"Your Majesty, please."
Li Ziye stretched out his hand and gestured.
"Thank you."
Zhu Qingge sat down across from the stone table and looked at the young man in front of him. The turmoil in his heart could not calm down for a long time.
How old is he?
They had been similar for four years, and when they first met, he seemed to be less than a weakling.
