Chapter 38 Absent

In the Longyan Hall, Emperor Lin Xi opened his arms and put his hands on the armrest of the throne at will. His pale skin made him look much tired. Since he became emperor for half a month, he has basically not had a good rest. There are too many things to deal with, especially him, the emperor who accepted the empire halfway, and the mess of Chi Nasi and various princes, even Iron Man will not be able to support it!

However, now that Nanliang has been destroyed, Ling Guo and Qiuyue will not have any storms in a short time. The purpose of summoning Feng Zhongqiu and Ling Fenglie is to stabilize these two people! Ye Mingshan, the lord of the Night Kingdom, is not an ambitious person. Although he is not loyal to the royal family, he does not care about the throne, and the Night Kingdom will be the backbone of this time against Chi Nasi, relying on too much... The only unstable thing is Shen Guo, Shen Gulan, Duke of Shen, what kind of man is he? So decisively destroyed Nanliang and slaughtered all the people surnamed Liang. This man's fierceness had to be underestimated. Shen Gulan is indeed a hero. Moreover, Shen Guo has formed an alliance with Chinasi, so it should be prevented!

Emperor Lin Xi looked really tired, and his pale skin had shown a faint grayish white, slightly sickly. Every time the ministers retreated, the emperor couldn't help taking off the cold and arrogant mask, and the sadness between his eyebrows overflowed like a flood of opening the gate. He sat on the throne like soft, and the flash of the glazed dragon robe made his face paler and pale. Everyone wants to wear the most gorgeous robe in the world, but they don't know how heavy this robe is, just like pressing the weight of a dynasty on their bodies! If he didn't love Mengyang too much, he really wanted to give this robe to someone else.

Sura stands straight behind the emperor, like an eternal reef. They will stand side by side for a long time to dominate the ups and downs of this relationship...

" Shura, I want you to do something." Emperor Lin Xi put his hands together with his fingertips against his chin, and his narrow eyes showed a cold light of old calculation - it was also his most terrible place, and he had no dead corners to calculate against the enemy... "Today, September 30, he immediately rectified the 30,000 royal forest warriors in the erratic city, opened the treasury, and my father left me a lot of weapons! Ten thousand warriors are armed with crossbows, and each person sends 20 piercing arrows! The remaining 20,000 warriors are equipped with double-curve reccurve composite bows, and each person sends 50 wolf tooth arrows! Ready to be ready!"

"A letter to General Zhentian, ask him to arrange all the light armored brigades to gather in the terrulous city, make a big attack on Chi Nasi, and do something like it! Give him only three days, three days later, that is, on October 3rd, he must arrange the gun array... Then send a message to Qiu Yueguo, saying that we have contained the army of Shen and Chi Nasi, and ask him to attack Shen immediately... For the time being, it will be settled like this..." Emperor Lin Xi's eyes narrowed and flowed out a fing chill. Light!

Shura was stunned and immediately understood what the emperor meant. Your Majesty wants to let Qiuyue..."

"Yes, I don't intend to really attack Chi Nasi at all. The cooperation between Shen Guo and Chi Na Si is too strong. Even if they crush all our people and horses, they may not be able to win. It's better to let Qiu Yueguo act as cannon fodder and weaken their power of fiery riding and vigorous riding. No matter which side wins, it is a good thing for us. In fact, you are right. If my promise to Qiu Yuegong is just words, he is nothing in my eyes! All the vassal states are the same, and I want to end the feudal system of princes from this *! Everyone is selfish. The princes are emperors in their own country. The citizens of the princes respect the lord more than the emperor! I don't allow this kind of thing to continue. Wanyu is the real emperor of Mengyang. Mengyang only respects Wanyu!" Emperor Lin Xi said, and the determination in his faint voice makes people unable to doubt his determination.

"I know," Shura said with an evil smile.

"Also, after the 30,000 imperial forest troops pressed the night country light armored brigade, they are ready to attack at any time, but not only against Chi Nasi, but also against the night country's 100,000 light armored brigade! After the decisive battle with Chinassi, if the strength of other vassal states declines is not enough to pose any threat to the city, there is no need for General Zhentian of the night country and his light armored brigade!" The emperor said softly, and his casual tone determined the fate of hundreds of thousands of warriors, and his expression was still as cold as a rock, as if the bloody wolf-smoky scene had nothing to do with him.

Ferce! Shura sighed secretly in his heart. Emperor Lin Xi's style of doing things is becoming more and more decisive, but in troubled times, only the decisive emperor is qualified to win the world. He even wanted to burn the war to the extent that he could boil the sky and the sea. He wanted to see what the scenery was like that day and whether there was really a legendary sea?

Emperor Lin Xi sat up straight, and the sunlight reflected by the glazed dragon robe was dazzling. I'm tired. Take a break and start preparing!"

Shura nodded and was about to leave. As soon as he was about to leave, the corners of his eyes leaned against the emperor on the throne. His eyes were closed, his chest slowly fluctuated, and he had fallen asleep. He whispered, "The glazed dragon robe looks gorgeous and exquisite, but its weight can crush a person."

Outside the Longyan Hall, the autumn sunset is soft, and the sky of the erratic city rarely becomes clear, but how can the gods above the blue sky care about the battlefield under their feet? In the eyes of God, the world is innocent!

Mengyang, outside the city, Yunlan Mountain, Chinasi Camp.

King Chinasi's tent is like a small palace. The thick cowhide felt is tightly tied to the birch pole and fixed on the ground in all directions with iron chains. No matter how strong the wind is, it will not blow away the tent. The top of the tent is covered with white rain-covering oilcloth, which is contrasted with the wild green of Yunlan Mountain and the blue of the autumn sky, which is uniquely touching. But the beautiful scenery adds a little bit of solemnity to the next muscular Chinasi warrior and the bright *. On the high flagpole at the top of the tent, the white wolf flag rolled with the soft wind, and the wolf flashed in the sun. It really looked like a live wolf galloping and leaping, wanting to bite everything in front of it under the wolf's kiss.

In the tent, more than a dozen gorgeous female slaves wore light veils around the fire and danced wildly on the grassland. A male slave set up a skinned lamb on the fire. The beautiful lamb's head seemed to be alive. There was only one gap in the unopened eyes, but the warm eyes were soft and bright. There is a fragrant smell of wine in the tent, and the grassland warriors do not hesitate to hold the silver wine glasses and drink the 'white moon drunk' that can sell several jars of gold in the ethereal city! The fragrance of spirits seems to make people's spleen and stomach drunk.

King** sat behind the table in front of the big tent. On both sides of his hands were Prince Sujile and Ke and Shen Fanshuang, the son of the State of Shen, and then came down to the magnificent riding general Su and other generals of all sizes. He held the glass, looked at Shen Fanshuang and said, "The prince is like a god. My eyes are clumsy. If the prince hadn't dared to set up a military order, your country might have been greatly damaged by the Nanliang Kingdom - unfortunately, the prince is a crown prince, otherwise I really want to ask the prince to be my big wizard!" With that, the king lifted the glass lightly, nodded, and drank a cup full of 'white moon drunk' with his neck up.

The warrior generals in the tent raised their glasses together to respect Shen Fanshuang. Whether out of face or sincerity, the wildness of these grassland warriors still made Shen Fanshuang sigh. He held the glass in front of him, and the aroma of the liquor made him want to cry, but he still drank it up like a warrior on the grassland. Bai Yue was drunk like a red knife, cutting all the way from her throat to her stomach, burning into a flame in her body, as if her blood had turned into strong liquor.

The warriors around cheered one after another. General Su He said, "The two sons are much better than ordinary Mengyang people. Generally, southerners are drunk when they are drunk with such a glass of white moon, but the twin sons are still calm and idle. I admire Su He and respect the son again." With that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank down.

Shen Fan's two god-like face smiled bitterly and said, "General Suhe is flattered, and I'm just stubborn!" Having said that, drinking is not ambiguous at all, and it is still a drink! Seeing this, other generals raised their glasses to respect Shen Fanshuang, with a bad smile on their faces - it is a reflection of hospitality on the grassland to make guests drunk! Shen Fan's face was like a bitter gourd in an instant, and he looked at the king for help.

The king laughed and said, "Forget it, don't make my guests drunk. This is a scholar, not something we barbarian warriors can compare with."

"The king's words are bad. Readers, warriors, merchants, farmers, weavers, potters, herdsmen, fishermen... There is no difference in the vast world; in the eyes of the God of War, it is flesh and blood cannon fodder, and there is no difference; on the chessboard of all sentient beings, we are equal! If it hadn't been for Shen Fan's low drinking power, he would have accompanied you to drink for three days..." Shen Fan said calmly.

The king's eyes showed surprise, and immediately smiled again and said, "The two sons have unique opinions. Indeed, we grassland people believe in the god Tengri, and the wolf is the messenger of Tengri. 'Chi Nasi' means 'wolf' in the ancient language of the grassland. After death, every grassland man will be taken naked and sent to the funeral ground to feed the wolf. When he is born, he is noble and lowly. When he dies, he usually feeds the wolf with his flesh. He is born with high and lowly, and there is no noble and lowly death. There is no difference between everyone's birth and death, only the decades of life are different, but after all, dust returns to dust, earth returns to dust, why do you need to see it so true?

"King Mingcha!" Shen Fan smiled gracefully.

"The two sons have the demeanor of the Lord of Shen. The divine martial arts of the Lord of the State of Shen wearing heavy armor and fighting with horses is no less than any China-si warrior. What do you really mean... By the way, the tiger father has no dog son! It's a tiger father without a dog son!" Su He said with a red face.

"Ha ha, it's not that Su and General Shenwu defeated the traitors of Nanliang. Maybe I, Shen, will not go to such a great record. Speaking of which, it's still rely on the heroism of the general!" Shen Fanshuang was very good at talking, which made the general feel comfortable.

The king stood up, with a fierce heat in his chest, and said proudly, "Song and dancing... wine and meat, I'm drunk with the distinguished guests of Shen State today!" His old face smiled, and the king who put down his sword was a hospitable herdsman on the grassland, but his power was still like blood-stained iron armor.

A dozen dancers in light veils danced, and their gauze clothes flew, which could not cover the snowy white skin. The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became ambiguous. The singing and dancing slaves sang a long hymn on the grassland. The warriors drank and ate lambs, and the noise was loud. Everyone melted into a happy atmosphere. Before the war with Mengyang, he could sing and dance so easily. Every warrior indulged, but Shen Fan's eyes were dim. His whole body sat quietly like a stone and sipped the white moon, as if this event had nothing to do with him - he really didn't know what to do. Melt into the joy of this group of warriors.

It's just dozens of people drinking silently, singing and dancing, and laughing in loneliness. For him, it's just a dead silence, and there's nothing worth laughing at.

He saw that the king was just drinking wine with his head down. It seemed that he was not the only one who was absent-minded!