Capital City, Royal Court.
A man with gray beard and hair but still a burly figure sat casually on the throne covered with insect skin. There were all his ministers and sons down there, and at this moment, they were quarreling over the same thing. He drank the wine and held the hottest Manu in his arms with his other hand. He looked at all the faces below with half-squinted eyes.
Su Shiyilu had a high position and was standing at the front, but his face was livid at this time and his fists were clenched tightly.
The other ministers and nobles could not wait to roll up their sleeves or pick up their swords to fight with others, and the whole court was in chaos.
"Pfft——"
Wang Su, who had seen enough excitement, suddenly laughed.
The voice was not loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of the courtiers who focused on him, and everyone apologized in fear.
Wang said: "Why don't we stop arguing?"
No one dared to say anything.
Although the king above him has entered his twilight years, his strong and powerful body is no longer as majestic as before after years of drinking and beauty, and his temperament has gradually deviated from his original intention, but his residual power is still there. No one dared to challenge authority until he fell completely.
A simple word silenced everyone.
Wang asked: "Is there any result from the quarrel?"
No one in the crowd dared to pretend to be this outstanding person.
The king's eyes swept over the eleven sons one by one.
They are both his grown sons.
Each has his own temperament and ambition.
As for the twelve princes of the queen, they are still traveling outside. Su Shiyilu said that they may have been plotted by Lao Wu and Lao Qi, and even Lao San had a share, resulting in their whereabouts unknown. But the king showed no intention of punishing his three sons.
This is also one of the reasons why the other party's face is ashen.
Wang raised his neck and drank all the wine in the cup: "Which warrior is willing to go out with Gu to defeat Yonggu Pass?"
Eleven sons scrambled to perform.
I'm afraid I'll be one step behind my brother.
But Su Shiyilu, who controlled part of the military power, still didn't speak. It was obvious that he was still holding fire in his heart and refused to contribute.
"Which one of my sons does Aru think is suitable?"
Su Shiyilu said: "Of course he is the Twelve Princes."
He didn't hide his bad face at all.
Wang sighed: "But Twelve is still traveling..."
Su Shiyilu was stunned.
The words I hold in my heart are ready to roar.
King Mingming knew that the possible situation of the Twelve Princes was secretly done by several other princes, but this time he seemed to be alright? The troops sent to Yonggu Pass this time can be said to have been fully prepared. In addition, the informants they spent a lot of money and energy on have also sent back news that the border barrier is in the weakest state in decades, and the troops sent out at this moment will surely level it!
Is this an opportunity that dozens of black men have been waiting for?
Once successful, it will be a great achievement.
Wenwen is the next crown prince.
But, what about the Twelve Princes?
Su Shiyilu didn't want to make wedding clothes for these despicable bastards, let alone these bastards who wanted to kill himself...
"...Isn't it possible that Twelve won't be able to come back in time?"
Su Shiyilu scratched his neck.
"Then please ask your Majesty to send someone to recall him."
The king frowned and was not even interested in the beauty exuding youthfulness in his arms. He raised his hand to push her away and asked with a hint of anger: "Su Shiyilu, do you still look like a courtier?" Full of killing. The breath of Yi pressed towards the latter.
Su Shiyilu did not mobilize his aura to fight.
But with a livid face, he said stubbornly: "Of course I am your minister, Your Majesty, and I regard the Shiwu Plan as my lifelong pursuit. However, brothers are prone to feuding and destruction due to internal fights over the inheritance. Twelve is your most noble one. Heir!"
The king had a sullen face.
To be honest, he didn't care much about the life and death of his younger son. He didn't value the woman's bloodline.
Whether he is the son of the great queen, the son of a manu, or even the son of a dancer, a singer, or a prostitute...it doesn't matter to him, because it is his bloodline that determines whether a child is noble or inferior. He is noble and his children are noble!
For the queen, this is her only son, but for him, she has eleven adult sons who are very capable. After the twelve princes, there are about twenty young sons, and even There are also forty or fifty daughters.
These are all things that have survived.
Dozens more died due to various reasons.
There is nothing "noblest" about these children.
His position and inheritance can be given to whomever he wants.
Su Shiyilu was ignorant again and again...
Fortunately, he was also a little impatient.
Su Shiyilu: "Please, Your Majesty, recall the twelve princes."
The king took a deep breath: "Okay."
Shiwu's most elite military power is in the hands of Su Shiyilu. No matter how unhappy the king is, he can't completely piss him off: "But this matter must be done as soon as possible, and the deadline is seven days. If Lao Twelve hasn't come back... Huh, it's a delay. Fighter, he is the sinner."
Su Shiyilu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Now it was the other princes' turn to look livid.
The peach he was about to get was stopped by someone, so he didn't curse old Su Shiyilu. He was already well-behaved...
However, seven days is seven days.
After the court meeting dispersed, the prestigious third prince stepped forward and said angrily: "We can't delay our plan of more than a hundred years. But traveling as an adult is so unexpected, and it's also true that I can't contact my twelfth brother for a while. Common thing.”
Su Shiyilu was disdainful and didn't even give him a straight look.
He said disdainfully: "This is not a problem for Your Highness. Speaking of delays, what can be better than brotherly discord? Today you destroy my tribe, and tomorrow I will slaughter your tribe. Although there are many people who support Your Highness, but You can’t bear the loss one after another, right?”
This is what Minghuanghuang said. The recent massacres of tribes were due to internal fighting between several princes. Among them, the third prince suffered the most serious losses. Two of them had already been killed, and they were both relatively large-scale and took a lot of effort to recruit.
Su Shiyilu mocked: "If you have the time to covet things that don't belong to you, it's better to clamp your tail and manage those three melons and two dates well to ensure a rich life. When the new king ascends the throne, he will serve the man who has served his ancestors and grandchildren for three generations. His mother took him and raised him."
Most of the king's women are of low status, and quite a few of them were stolen from him by conquering other tribes, including the third prince's mother. Their status is higher than that of man slaves and female slaves, but they are still essentially "trophies."
The third prince was laughed at so much that his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Su Shiyilu snorted coldly.
Be confident.
The movement here was also noticed by other princes. Speaking of "bloodline" alone, they are all within the range of Su Shiyilu's map cannon. The third child was ridiculed, their faces were dull, and one of them laughed: "Then I hope the twelfth brother comes back alive."
Su Shiyilu stared at him suddenly.
"How long can a tiger with its teeth pulled out be arrogant?" The one who was stared at was not afraid, "If the twelfth brother has a shortcoming, it must be you as an uncle, who has too many karma. Third brother, let's Let’s go have a drink and have some fun.”
The third prince looked rejuvenated.
"walk."
The other princes had different expressions.
Several people present had taken action against the twelfth brother and were well aware of the latter's situation. There is no way, it's not that they are cruel, but they also want to save their lives and have ambitions.
Based on Su Shiyilu's attitude towards them, once the twelfth brother comes to power, none of them will survive!
Several princes had a private banquet.
One person asked: "Twelve's body hasn't been found yet?"
"Most likely he escaped using secret methods, but we have sent people on the only way. If he dares to show up, he will die!"
(End of chapter)
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