Monarch of Evernight: Sixteenth Battle

bsp;Although Song Hui is talented, she grew up in the Song clan's mansion and has not experienced many big events. Without training, talent is ultimately limited. If she wanted to rebuild the Song clan on her own, it could only be said that she was blinded by ambition. But if it were Song Zining, it would be a completely different story.

Creating a new Song family, no, I should say Song family, sounds like a good idea. If this could give Song Zining a new start, that would be great.

Song Hui secretly looked at Qianye's expression from the side and asked in surprise: "Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Qianye was a little confused.

"Because I plan to poach Brother Seven away! He has become the head of the new Song family, so he has to spend a lot of energy here. He can no longer fall into your secret flames every day like before."

"If he likes it, how could I object?" Qianye said.

"Okay, you guys have a really good relationship."

This is another sentence that makes Qianye want to hit someone. He kicked Song Hui out and asked her to find the adjutant to break up the officer corps and organize it into the army. This was a time-consuming task that could not be completed in a few days.

It took several more days to completely capture Liaocheng. The three to four thousand mercenaries brought by Qianye were like a handful of salt thrown into the sea in such a large city, disappearing in the blink of an eye. It is not enough to guard some key departments and important workshops, and it is impossible to talk about the internal and external defense of the city.

Fortunately, Qianye has a fleet in hand, with a floating battleship hovering over the city at all times, and elite troops on the ground on standby, so he is not worried that local riots will turn into real riots.

Nan Ruohuai has continued to visit various families and major trading houses and workshops in the city non-stop these days. The past two days have been quite effective in purging the most stubborn families, and no one dares to shut him out openly anymore. . Nan Ruohuai, on the other hand, could not speak of eloquence, but his attitude was always modest and gentle, which gave people a very sincere feeling.

After all, he is the son of Prince Zheng, a prince registered in the official register. His lack of qualifications for succession is simply due to his mother's position, but everyone knows that the position in the harem comes from the power of the previous dynasty. It is normal for a son to be valued by his mother. What's wrong with having a child that's expensive? Soon, many people expressed their allegiance, and the situation in Liaocheng quickly calmed down. Several large workshops were already preparing to resume work, and the heads of several other large trading houses also came to visit one by one to see what Qianye would have in store. of orders.

When he saw Qianye again, Nan Ruohuai was full of joy and prepared to praise him. Unexpectedly, he saw Qianye sitting behind the table, with a faint cloud on his face.

Nan Ruohuai immediately stopped thinking about asking for credit and asked cautiously: "Master Qianye, is there anything else I didn't do well?"

Qianye glanced at him and said: "You have done a good job, but it is still not enough for me."

Nan Ruohuai boldly asked: "Then what should I do?"

Qianye said: "The chaos in the Zheng Kingdom is caused by the struggle for the throne. If you ascend the throne of King Zheng, how will you deal with your brothers?"

Nan Ruohuai thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "That's all for the other brothers and sisters. The second brother, fifth brother and eleventh brother who are currently competing for the most position must die! Even if we keep them, they will probably die in the future. Be contrary. If you want a Zheng State that can fully cooperate with your great cause, this is the only way."

Qianye asked again: "Okay, clean them up. Then uproot them, or just kill them?"

This question stumped Nan Ruohuai. He thought for a long time and then said: "If they only punish themselves, their family members will definitely feel resentful. Moreover, their in-laws and old friends are closely connected. After all, their descendants have royal blood. From now on, I'm afraid that those unwilling subordinates will continue to support me. If this continues, there will never be peace. But if the involvement is too wide, too many people will be killed, not to mention that many of the subordinates are just following orders, and they may not have much choice here. It would be better to choose between the two."

Qianye nodded and said: "I don't want to waste too much time in Zheng State. Once Yongye knows our movements, there may be big moves. Therefore, I don't have that much time to slowly talk to you. Those brothers and sisters of yours. Let’s go and make a list, and put all the stubborn ones like the City Lord of Yuanjing and the City Lord of Liaocheng on the list.”

Nan Ruohuai shuddered, lowered his head deeply, and said, "Yes, sir."

Qianye glanced at him and said: "You are not even a warrior now. It will be difficult to convince the crowd if you sit in a big position. However, your talent accumulation is pretty good, and I still have some auxiliary drugs on hand. What are you doing these days? Stop running around and focus on becoming a warrior. I will set up a training area for you in the Hall of Heroes."

Nan Ruohuai was surprised, but also a little disappointed, and said: "Thank you, sir!"

Promoting to the rank of warrior is every soldier's dream, but using auxiliary drugs to advance will affect your future potential to some extent. However, not many of the Zheng kings in the past dynasties became divine generals. Nan Ruohuai knew that he had no hope of becoming a divine general, so he did not resist. Compared to a big position, a little unknown potential is nothing.

Qianye stood up, put his hands behind his back and said, "If you want things to go smoothly, you have to let those who are lucky enough to understand that things can't be done. In your country of Zheng, your second brother is the one who has the loudest voice for the throne right now, right?"

"Yes, he was born to his father's favorite Concubine Jade. He was also smart and hard-working, and he married the granddaughter of the Imperial Preceptor, so he received the full support of the Imperial Preceptor. From the following point of view, the Imperial Preceptor is the second Brother’s biggest help.”

"National Preceptor? Is that Liu Zhongyuan?"

"Yes. Master Liu has been granted the title of National Master for more than thirty years and has a very high reputation in the country. To be fair, the second brother is not particularly outstanding in military force and political affairs. Only with the support of the National Master can he become The most promising candidate for high office. In terms of politics and military affairs, there are several brothers who are not inferior to him."

"That is to say, as long as Liu Zhongyuan is still here, you will not be King Zheng."

"Yes."

Qianye nodded and said: "That's the case, then don't make any more detours. Send a letter to Liu Zhongyuan and say that in seven days, I will fight him outside the gate of the royal capital. If If you don’t dare to come, take off your title as national advisor and stop interfering in state affairs.”

Nan Ruohuai was taken aback and said hurriedly: "Absolutely not! The Imperial Preceptor is a divine general, sir, you cannot put yourself in danger!"

Now Qianye is his biggest supporter. If anything happens to Qianye, he will definitely not end well.

"God general? He's a hundred years old and he's just a **** general, so what's the problem?"

Nan Ruohuai bit the bullet and persuaded again: "It's better to invite Your Excellency Carol to fight."

"She is not needed for such a trivial matter."

In a few days, the news that Qianye was going to challenge the national advisor Liu Zhongyuan caused a sensation throughout the Zheng Kingdom. Princes from all walks of life were extremely shocked by Nan Ruohuai's rocket-like speed. Even the princes at the front slowed down their fight with each other, wanting to see where the help from this good-for-nothing younger brother would come from.

As soon as the news arrived that the second prince’s home base had been raided, Qianye named Qianye to challenge Liu Zhongyuan. Therefore, the second prince was in a very bad mood these past few days. Not only did he throw away all his beloved vases and antiques, he also beheaded two of his concubines. After Liaocheng was occupied, the second prince lost half of his strength. If Liu Zhongyuan lost again, then the second prince would be in doom and gloom and there would be no room for improvement.

For someone like him who has a high voice, if he fails to fight for the throne, his fate will be worse than that of ordinary people. No matter who takes the throne, there is no chance of him and his descendants being preserved.

After the attack, the second prince ordered his servants to find out the details of Qianye at all costs to see who dared to be so bold as to challenge the national master.

Liu Zhongyuan has served as the national counselor of Zheng for more than thirty years. His reputation is even higher than that of King Zheng, and his strength is said to be even higher than that of King Zheng. In the State of Zheng, Liu Zhongyuan was like a Dinghai Shenzhen. Not to mention himself, no one even dared to provoke him, even his disciples and grandsons.

Existing intelligence shows that Qianye has not yet been promoted to the rank of divine general. Thinking of this, the second prince felt a little relieved.

Seven days have passed in a blink of an eye, and the day of battle has arrived.

Before dawn, there was already a sea of ​​people outside the east gate of the royal capital. Even the city walls that strictly prohibited idlers from entering or leaving were full of people. Most of these people are prominent figures in the city, each with their own magical powers and means to get into the city, and even the city defense army is unwilling to offend them.

Those who are incompetent can only find a place outside the city and crane their necks for fear of missing something.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the east gate of the royal capital opened wide, and groups of warriors dressed in white attire, with swords and guns on their backs, filed out. Dozens of people in front were holding brooms and buckets, sweeping the floor and spraying water, clearing the roads and suppressing dust. Dozens of people in the middle held red carpets and spread them piece by piece on the cleaned ground, creating a large area of ​​flat land like a gorgeous palace in the blink of an eye.

Then dozens of people took wooden boards with various parts to build a platform as high as one person. Eight more muscular warriors worked together to lift a high chair, jumped onto the platform, and gently lowered the throne.

The throne is made of extraordinary material. It looks neither gold nor wood. It is extremely heavy. I don’t know what it is made of.

The throne was in place, and the white-robed warriors lined up on both sides of the high platform, standing still.

This table and this chair are all prepared for the Imperial Master. However, the stage had been set up, but the chairs were empty. After waiting for a while, the imperial master still did not appear, and they couldn't help but feel a little commotion. However, those hundreds of white-robed warriors were all the disciples and grandsons of the Imperial Master. They were all wealthy and powerful in combat. With hundreds of them standing in one place, no one dared to provoke them.

Just when everyone's necks were sore from waiting, a long bell rang in the city. It turned out to be eight o'clock. This time is the normal opening time of the city gate. Normally the four doors of the capital are open, but now that the princes are vying for the throne, as a precaution, the capital has gone back to the old system, closing the doors at midnight and opening them only in the morning.

Before the bells finished ringing, everyone suddenly felt their eyes dazzled. There was another person on the throne. He has a wide robe with big sleeves, flowing white clothes, beard and hair like snow, but the skin on his face is like that of a baby. He is none other than the National Master Liu Zhongyuan.

Liu Zhongyuan had been a powerful figure in the Zheng Kingdom for decades. At this moment, he descended from the sky like a god. No one could really see how he entered the scene. When it was confirmed that the Imperial Master was present, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami suddenly sounded outside the east gate.

The Imperial Master has arrived, but Qianye has not moved yet, and everyone is cursing.

A middle-aged white-robed warrior came to Liu Zhongyuan and asked softly: "Master, what should we do now?"

Liu Zhongyuan kept his eyes closed and said calmly: "It's still early in the day, why are you anxious? Just wait until noon. Even if they are barbarians, we practitioners must not lose our etiquette and self-control."

The middle-aged samurai looked ashamed and even said yes. Liu Zhongyuan sat calmly, with his eyes open and closed, as if he could sit there until the end of time.

Seeing the Imperial Master being so calm, the onlookers became even more confident.

After a while, just as the crowd became increasingly anxious, someone suddenly pointed in the distance and shouted: "What is that!?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a dark cloud in the distant sky, approaching quickly.