Monarch of Evernight: Fourteen persuasion

bsp;The old man gave a long laugh and said: "With your skills, would you be willing to help such a waste? I have never heard of such a powerful person around you. If that waste is allowed to take the throne, what will happen to you?" Who is really sitting there? Needless to say?"

Qianye said calmly: "Since you have seen my strength, you should know that Zheng State is just a springboard, and I will not stay here long."

"That being the case, the second prince is wise, mighty and far-sighted. Why don't you join us and help the second prince ascend the throne? It's better than that worthless waste."

Qianye's face darkened and he said coldly: "Surrender? Are you crazy?"

The old man clenched his battle ax and shouted: "Sure enough, I am ambitious! Today I will eliminate a scourge for Zheng Guo and remove a stone blocking the road for my grandson!"

After saying that, the old man's momentum suddenly rose, his beard and hair were flying, and he pounced on Qianye like a lion. Halfway through the charge, he shouted loudly, and threw out a piece of lightning from his battle ax, accompanied by wind and thunder, and slashed towards Qianye's head!

Qianye's body remained motionless, and the sea whirlpool domain was activated instantly. Different from the past, the absolute power of the sea whirlpool field after King Qingyang's completion has not increased, but it has become easier to control. At this moment, all the power of the domain is concentrated around the old man, and everything else is calm.

The old man's attack was like an eagle striking the sky, but suddenly it seemed to be dozens of times heavier and he fell straight down. He was shocked. He adjusted desperately in the air and landed heavily on the ground. His feet had already sunk into the bluestone ground. Something unexpected happened, and the old man hurriedly used all his strength to resist the heavy mountain pressure, but when he raised his eyes again, Qianye had disappeared.

As soon as the old man felt a warning sign, he suddenly felt a light touch on his body and his head flew high into the air. Until the end, he didn't understand why he failed so quickly.

Looking at the old man's slowly falling body, Qianye shook his head and sighed in his heart.

The old man has a strong temper and extraordinary strength. Although he is at level 15, with his experience and combat power, even those at level 16 may not be his match. It's just that he was short-sighted and foolishly loyal. He clung to his grandson and refused to give in in the fight for the throne.

This kind of person must be killed.

A rush of footsteps sounded at the door. Song Lun and several mercenary generals rushed into the hall with murderous intent. When they saw Qianye, they were all startled.

Qianye pointed to the old man's body and said, "This man should be the city lord. Take his head out, and try to recruit those who can surrender."

Song Lun nodded in agreement and quickly picked up the old man's head.

A mercenary general scratched his head, but couldn't help but said: "I just said, why can't I see a ghost when I rush in? It turns out that you, the old man, have already arrived."

"I'm not that old yet!" Qianye laughed, Dongyue raised his hand and threw the mercenary general outside the city lord's palace.

Liaocheng is doing better than expected, and the resistance is more intense. Even though the news of the city lord's beheading had been confirmed and the defenders were leaderless, sporadic street fighting continued for several days before it completely subsided.

In the past few days, Nan Ruohuai has been working non-stop, visiting all the major families in the city to seek support. What Qianye wanted to seize Liaocheng was the ready-made workshop here. Of course, it was impossible to massacre the city. Apart from blocking the news, Nan Ruohuai had to do the rest of the work of persuasion and comfort.

Among the big families of various families, some are steering the ship when the wind blows, some are saying good things, but actually sitting on the wall, only looking at the future direction of the wind; some are indifferent and perfunctory.

These are all things that Nan Ruohuai can see. Some of them stay behind closed doors and even yell at him, accusing him of attracting outsiders into the house, which will surely cause a lasting stink, and so on.

No matter what kind of trouble he encountered, Nan Ruohuai always had a gentle and humble smile on his face, even when he was scolded in person. But when he returned to the City Lord's Mansion, there would be a hint of loss and exhaustion in his eyes.

Liaocheng is the traditional sphere of influence of the second prince. It is much more difficult to convince the powerful people to support him than it is on the floating island. Moreover, these powerful men's contempt for Nan Ruohuai is deep-rooted. There are so many princes in Prince Zheng, who knows who this thirty-one prince who suddenly appeared is?

Some well-informed people have dug out the Wang family's old residence reports from the pile of old papers and found out that Nan Ruohuai's mother was originally a singer, and she was not even officially awarded the title. After giving birth to a boy, she was reluctantly given the lowest position in the harem.

The son of a singer also wants to rise to the top?

As soon as Ri Nan Ruohuai returned to the city lord's palace, an attendant said: "Master Qianye wants to see you."

Nan Ruohuai hurriedly cheered up, and when he stood in front of Qianye, he regained his sunny look.

Qianye looked him up and down and said, "Are you having a hard time these days?"

"How can there be..." After a pause, Nan Ruohuai smiled bitterly and said: "That's true. They all think that I am the son of a singer and am not worthy of a high position. Even if I get to the top, it will be left in the history books."

"What's wrong with the son of a singer? Isn't the current His Majesty in Da Qin also from a similar background?"

It is not a secret that Emperor Hao's maternal lineage is humble, but he had to pass the throne to the former Qin Emperor himself, which is completely orthodox. Few people in the small vassal country dare to talk about him. If it is spread, it will not only be He despised the emperor, but challenged the authority of the entire Qin Dynasty. Moreover, Emperor Hao's reputation was not prominent in the past. Recently, it has been reported that although the challenge of the King of Heaven was unsuccessful, he has overcome the barrier. Since then, there has been no criticism.

Qianye dared to say that, but Nan Ruohuai didn't. He said respectfully: "I don't dare to discuss the affairs of His Majesty Da Qin."

Qianye nodded and said: "It's a good thing that you can be cautious. Do you have any suggestions regarding the current situation in Liaocheng?"

"I will persuade them a few more times."

"That's it?"

Under Qianye's gaze, Nan Ruohuai felt restless and broke into cold sweats. He lowered his head slightly and said, "It all depends on your orders."

"I'm asking you what you think."

The calmer Qianye's voice became, the more nervous Nan Ruohuai became. After thinking about it, he finally said: "Maybe, maybe I have to kill one or two people."

"That's pretty much it." Qianye nodded. Nan Ruohuai felt like she was being pardoned, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Qianye moved his fingers and pushed a piece of paper in front of Nan Ruohuai. Nan Ruohuai picked it up and took a look and saw a list of the families who had publicly insulted him in the past few days.

"Is it all up there?"

"...That's right."

Qianye said calmly: "That's good. When I asked you to come over, Song Lun had already led the troops, and they should be here now. Since they want the name of a hero, let them be granted."

As if to confirm Qianye's words, a red light suddenly lit up outside the window. Looking carefully, it was not the sunset, but the firelight somewhere in the city.

Nan Ruohuai was no longer nervous at this time. He only glanced out the window and never looked back. He only said respectfully: "Your Excellency is wise!"

Qianye said: "If we don't kill them now, everyone will follow suit in the future. What's the point? We will only need to kill more people."

Nan Ruohuai sighed: "In fact, our Zheng Kingdom has always had a tradition of fighting for the throne with swords and weapons. When the replacement of a great leader, there was not a bloodshed? There are many scenes of brothers killing each other, and father and son dueling. This time, No matter who wins among the second brother, fifth brother and eleventh brother, he will definitely kill the other two’s mother clan.”

Qianye got up, walked around the room, and said slowly: "I came to Yonglu to get the land. But if I want to get the land, I will naturally take it from the hands of the dark race. The land of this world is eternal. The battle between night and dawn is not a battle between one family, one country, one clan and one place. So in fact, I have no interest in Zheng State. If you, King Zheng, do well in the future, then I will give this place back to you. It’s not good, or I have second thoughts...”

Nan Ruohuai said hurriedly: "Absolutely not!"

Qianye raised his hand, and Nan Ruohuai immediately shut up. Qianye continued: "I have no interest in the Zheng Kingdom, but that doesn't mean I can let you cause trouble for me. In the great struggle, let alone the throne, if I don't contribute to the place where the human race lives, but it hinders me, then There is no need for Zheng State itself to exist.”

Nan Ruohuai sweated through his clothes and wanted to express his position again, but then he held it back.

Qianye sighed and said: "I once met a Zhengguo person. Maybe you know her too. Her name is Nanhua."

"I know, that's Sister Jiuwang."

Qianye thought about the past and said after a moment: "She is good at everything, but she is confused about big issues of right and wrong. No, it cannot be said that she only thinks about her own feelings in everything and does not care about other people. Right? You Zheng people are not good at fighting externally, but you are all experts at internal fighting."

Now Nan Ruohuai couldn't sit still anymore.

Qianye looked at the fire outside the window and said calmly: "Every matter is big or small, and the struggle in the world also has a difference between the general trend and the small details. I came to Yonglu for myself and my brothers, but it does not prevent me from doing something for the general trend of the human race. . The same is true in reverse. ”

Nan Ruohuai listened quietly.

Qianye did not say any more, but waved him to leave.

After Nan Ruohuai left, Qianye stood in front of the window, silently watching several blazing fires. There was a faint sound of gunfire in the distance, and there was obviously resistance. However, how could several families resist Qianye's elite mercenaries? The counterattack was suppressed in an instant, and the gunfire subsided much faster than many people thought.

Qianye called his attendants and ordered: "Inform all the families in the city and the heads of each trading house to go to the city lord's mansion early tomorrow morning to discuss matters. Whoever dares not to do so will be dealt with according to these families."

"Don't worry, sir." The attendant left with murderous intent.

When the attendants left, Qianye stood still for a while and then said, "Come in."

A young woman walked in outside the door, dressed as a maid, with a fresh and cute smile. Seeing that it was her, Qianye also smiled and said: "Miss Hui doesn't stay in the Song clan, why did she come here?"

The person who came was none other than Song Hui. Qianye had met her once during the funeral of Mrs. Anguo. But I didn't expect to meet again in this distant land.

Song Hui smiled slyly and said, "I'll be your maid!"

"How do you deserve this?"

"What, aren't you welcome?"

"Of course you are welcome, but if you don't stay in the Song clan, why did you come here?" Qianye repeated the question.

"I'll be your maid!" Song Hui repeated the answer.

Qianye had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "Zi Ning should have asked you to come here, right? If you don't answer my questions directly, go back."

"Why are you so ungrateful?" Song Hui shouted.

"Have the guys who showed pity to you turned into corpses now?" Qianye said unceremoniously.

"That's not me, it's pretty much used to describe Song Ziyan."

"That's not what Zining said about you." Qianye clearly remembered that Song Ziyan seemed to be more innocent, but she had the same shortcomings that rich girls have.