While the prison was partying all night long, a secret meeting quietly began in a corner of the Ice Blue City Palace.
A haggard old man sat on the chair in the middle. The robe is gorgeous, with a red velvet cloak trimmed with gold hanging to the ground. Each button is made of large red and sapphires, luxurious and noble.
The dim light shines on the vicissitudes of the face, the deep wrinkles are like cracked old tree bark, and the back is severely hunched, like an old tree bent by the sky.
He is the most powerful man in the Ambergris River Basin - Malan 22nd.
"Cough cough cough..."
The old king coughed violently, and the sound in his chest was muddy, as if something was blocked inside and he couldn't cough it out.
"Your Majesty, take care of yourself."
Several old men gathered around, their faces full of concern. The same age, the same luxurious clothes, they are all old ministers who followed the old king in the north and south, and they are loyal.
"The lamp has run out and the oil has run out. What can I do?"
The old king took out his handkerchief and wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corners of his mouth, and sighed.
The ministers wanted to persuade, but they didn't know where to start. In the end, they just sighed. The reincarnation of heaven, the replacement of the sun and the moon, birth, old age, illness and death, joys and sorrows, are all laws of nature.
"Cheer up, everyone. Today we are here to discuss things, not to pity each other!"
The old king stood up, straightened his back and said. At this moment, the former glory seemed to have returned to him, with extraordinary momentum and invincibility.
The veterans were suddenly shocked, and their eyes were filled with brilliance, as if they had followed their king back to the youthful days of his military career. There was only a crash, and everyone knelt down, shouting: "Long live my king!"
"My dear friends, now the witch is causing harm to the country, the country is in danger, and the royal family is in danger. In the final analysis, it is the old man who acted carelessly and led the wolf into the house..."
"It's not your Majesty's fault, it's the witch who is shameless and repays kindness with revenge. Even if we fight with these old bones, we will break the witch into thousands of pieces..."
The old king raised his hand to stop the other person from continuing, "It is a fait accompli now, and it is useless to talk more. After I leave, the Ice Blue City will definitely fall into the hands of the temptress. All the beloved ministers must endure the humiliation and bear the burden, and plan to one day assist the four sons, and the king returns."
"Your Majesty, why don't you pass the throne to the second prince?
, we will definitely be furious, we will support it to the death, and we will never let Na Bichi succeed! "
The "fourth son" mentioned by the old king was the illegitimate son born between him and Liu Ying. In the eyes of all the ministers, it is not the orthodoxy of the royal family, and the name is not justified, so they will subconsciously oppose it.
But the old king gave a bitter smile and said, "If the throne is passed to the second son, wouldn't he be pushed into a pit of fire?"
Probably thinking of the fate of the eldest prince Zion Malan, everyone fell silent. Triris is determined to win the throne and will crush any obstacle that stands in her way.
The second prince is indeed not worthy enough.
"When I was on the throne, the temptress was controlled by the king and declared that if the king does not see the king, if I leave and she is no longer afraid, she will definitely wash away the king's city with blood and eliminate dissidents. Although I am unwilling, I have no choice. In the world, the strong are respected and the weak are slaves. , you should pack your bags as soon as possible, stay away from the royal court, live in seclusion in ten city-states, and assist me, the fourth prince of the Malan royal family."
The Ten City-States, located in the westernmost part of the Red Kingdom, is a union of ten independent city-states. It is said to be a "state within a state" and is more independent than other principalities.
"Where is the fourth prince now and what is his strength?"
"A distinguished guest from the White Dragon City..." At the mention of the fourth son, the old king was in high spirits, as if he had suddenly become more than ten years younger. His tone was extremely proud, "The fourth son has received the true inheritance of my Malan bloodline, and he is now at the level of a little king."
All the ministers gasped immediately, and then their eyes filled with tears and they shouted loudly.
"The sky has eyes!" "The fate of the Malan Dynasty should not be cut off, its fate should not be cut off!"
Ever since Trilis stepped into the sanctuary, their heads were like a huge mountain. The king is getting old, there is no successor in the royal family, and none of the three princes have become successful. The eldest prince is greedy for beauty, the second prince is bored with things, and the third prince is fond of Long Yang.
Over the years, they have lived an extremely oppressive life. Even as important ministers of the kingdom, they have to look at the eyes of Da Bichi every day and keep their heads down.
Isn't the purpose of military life just to feel proud?
What does it mean to be cowering like a hamster all day long? Even the shrews in the market were more comfortable than they were.
Although there is still a big gap between the Little King level and the Great King level, the fourth prince is young and everything is possible.
"My dear friends, the whereabouts of the four sons must not be revealed. The restoration of our Malan royal family belongs to the four sons."
"Yes!" All the ministers responded in unison.
Dynasties change and the situation remains unchanged. This rainy night is destined to be restless. In addition to the Ice Blue City Palace, White Tower Academy thousands of miles away is also paying attention to the situation in Ambergris River.
On the tallest obelisk of the college, in the narrow study room, two old men were holding a candle and talking.
The old man in the white robe is Lumsden, the dean of the White Tower Academy and the owner of the "Golden Compass". The other old man in the black robe is the dean of the Black Tower Academy, Borag, the owner of the "Iron Prisoner".
"Old friend, what do you think of the situation in the Ambergris River?" Ramsden picked up the small teapot on the charcoal stove and poured hot tea for his old rival Borag.
The brown color is yellow with green in it, and you can tell it is a street stall product at a glance.
"Why are you still so stingy?" Bollag said angrily, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It was so raw and tasted bad, it was indeed from a street vendor.
Lumsden was not angry and said with a smile, "It's good to change the taste once in a while."
Bollag snorted and did not continue the topic. Instead, he answered the previous one, "Two girls are playing house. We can just watch from the side."
"We have roughly the same views, but..." Ramsden put down the teapot and said in a more serious tone, "The two women are too cruel in character. I am worried that the lives of Longhe will be ruined and the people will not be able to survive."
"Old friend, you are worrying too much." Bollag looked a little disdainful, "Throughout history, which generation of dynasties has not been filled with corpses and rivers of blood?" He rubbed his tea cup, "This man, like Leeks, after being cut, will grow again and again, and as long as the land is still there, they will never be completely cut."
"Although the words are light, they are all human lives. The black tower and the white tower have disciples all over the world. If the lives of Longhe are in ruins, the disciples over there will not be spared. You and I should do our best to advise the two girls to stop killing. "
"Are you her father?" Bollager suddenly said something, and Ramsden was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
"Why should they listen to us? Are we senior enough, or are we powerful enough to suppress them?" Borag asked aggressively, leaving Ramsden speechless.
"Taking a step back, it's useless even if you are their father or grandfather. If the girl gets angry, she will not recognize her relatives."
