After exhausting myself to death

"Is this the crown prince of your Yong Kingdom? He is very sick, but it seems to be nothing more than that." The young man's voice was rough, and the undisguised meanness in his tone made it even more harsh.

After he finished speaking, someone calmly "blamed": "Okay, seventh brother, the Prince of Yong is a guest from afar. We, Yan, are a country of etiquette, and we must not let others make fun of him. "

This seems to be a criticism, but he doesn't refute a single word. He obviously agrees with "it's a disaster" and "it's nothing more than that".

But it's not important.

Shen Minghuan smacked it and found happily that his status had improved significantly, and he thought his living standard would be very good in the future.

The system reminded him: [Host, this is the State of Yan, and you are the crown prince of the State of Yong. ]

[So I’m on a business trip? ] Shen Minghuan asked.

The system was silent for a moment and said cautiously: [...Actually, they are hostages. ]

The last emperor of the previous dynasty was fatuous and tyrannical, and heroes from all sides rose up one after another to proclaim themselves kings.

Jiuzhou as one body could not accommodate more than a dozen kings, so the war never stopped.

After two hundred and fifty-nine years of intermittent fighting, the big ones annexed the small ones, and the strong ones conquered the weak ones. To this day, only the three kingdoms of Jin, Yan, and Yong are left.

Of course, they did not admit that they were just small vassal states. They all felt that their own country was the orthodox one. They shouted the slogan "Ordered by Heaven" and proclaimed themselves emperors one after another seventy years ago.

The national power of the Three Kingdoms is also strong and weak. Now Jin and Yan are comparable, and "weak" refers specifically to the Yong State where Shen Minghuan was born.

The snipe and the clam fight, and the fishermen gain.

The Yong Kingdom is not a snipe and a clam, at best it is just a cicada being hunted by a mantis. However, Jinyan is afraid that the other party will become an oriole, so they do not dare to act rashly.

The Yong Kingdom lived fearfully in the cracks, but the patience of the other two countries was limited. Sooner or later, one country would be unable to resist swallowing up the Yong Kingdom.

Maybe the two countries will join forces and then divide the spoils.

Probably because he was really not favored by God, the Yong Kingdom did not have a wise king for three generations in a row, and its national power was gradually declining.

It was originally considered a hegemon, but now in order to protect itself, the best way it can think of is to seek protection from other countries.

Obviously, they chose Yan State.

When the younger brother needed to show his sincerity, the prince Shen Minghuan was sent to Yan State as a hostage.

"Prince Yong Guo, my younger brother is young. If your words are inappropriate, please forgive me." The young man in gorgeous clothes smiled decently and bowed slightly. His words were clearly gentle, but there was no apology. Full of pride.

The general's guards who escorted Shen Minghuan stood behind with clenched fists. They saw with their own eyes that their prince was being wronged, but they could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

Shen Minghuan blinked and asked sincerely: "Who are you two?"

The smile of the young man in fine clothes froze for a moment, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

The servant standing next to him was very eye-catching, and immediately shouted angrily in a sharp voice: "Bold, these two are the princes of our Yan Kingdom, why don't you salute the third prince and the seventh prince when you see them!"

"Gu is the prince of a country." Shen Minghuan reminded kindly, "You are just princes."

He specially emphasized the word "prince", fearing that the third prince, whose ambition was clearly written on his face, would not respond.

Zhao Yuanqing snorted coldly: "This is the Kingdom of Yan."

The implication is that you, the Prince of Yong Kingdom, are nothing.

Today was the day when the Crown Prince of the Yong Kingdom had an audience with the Emperor of Yan. They had arrived in the capital of Yan. They had been tired of traveling and traveling all the way without even taking a break. They were led directly to the palace, and were blocked at the entrance of the palace by these two princes.

People were coming and going outside, ranging from princes and nobles to people from all religions. Sensing that there was a lot of excitement to be seen, they unknowingly formed a circle at a distance.

They did not dare to talk about the prince of their own country, but they did not have much respect for Yong Guo, an abandoned son who came from afar and was not valued.

From a distance, he pointed at Shen Minghuan.

Behind Shen Minghuan, a young man wearing general-style armor flashed with suppressed humiliation on his face, but he only took a slight step forward and advised in a low voice: "Your Highness, your small impatience will ruin your big plans."

Shen Minghuan glanced at him and adjusted his sleeves slowly, "I am here on behalf of the Yong Kingdom to make an alliance with the Yan Kingdom."

He sighed, "The Yan State is really a big country. The third prince is so confident. I think the Jin State is not worth mentioning. We, the Yong State, are so virtuous and capable that we cannot reach such a high level."

His tone was extremely sad: "Nie Shiyun, why don't we change the route to Jin State? The Yan State is in a state of upheaval, and the two small countries can only join forces to keep warm. I hope they can survive for a while longer."

The young general named Nie Shiyun was troubled for a moment. Of course, he was not convinced by this strange atmosphere, but suddenly he realized that they had a third option - Jin State.

Which thigh to hug is not a hug?

The State of Yan didn't even send an envoy to arrange the post, and it humiliated His Highness the Crown Prince. Will it really protect them? I'm afraid it's not because I took the money and didn't do anything.

But he quickly reacted and hurriedly lowered his head to hide his emotions.

No matter what you think in your heart, after all, this is the doorstep of people's homes, and superficial work must be done properly.

Oops, why didn’t the prince tell them secretly later?

Zhao Yuanqing suddenly panicked when he saw the wavering expressions of these people.

No matter how weak the Yong Kingdom is, it is only relatively speaking. Being able to survive more than two hundred years of war is a tough nut to crack.

In the game of the Three Kingdoms, one move can affect the whole body. If the Yong State decides to unite with the Jin State to attack the Yan State, we don’t know whether the Yan State will survive. He, the chief culprit, will definitely be dead.

"Shen, Shen Minghuan, stop talking nonsense. When did I mention Jin State? Jin State is strong and powerful. Is that comparable to Yong State?" Zhao Yuanqing retorted sharply.

In their hearts, they can claim that the Yan Kingdom is the best in the world, but they cannot shout externally, not to mention that he is still a prince. If these words are spread to the ears of the Jin Kingdom with added jealousy, it will inevitably be suspected of provocation.

Before the two sides started fighting, his father would definitely kill him if he gave Jin State a clue.

Zhao Yuanqing was very aware of the ruthlessness of the royal family. His father had many children, and the death of one or two was nothing at all.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him with a half-smile, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Zhao Yuanqing's heart thumped, and he suddenly realized that he had gone astray again.

How can the diplomacy between the two countries be shaken by a word from a prince? If the Jin State did not intend to go to war, it would be useless for him to go to heaven. If the Jin State did start a war, it would be useless for Emperor Yan to kill him.

But he was so scared just now that he went too far to make amends. The dignified prince praised the prosperity of other countries in front of so many people at the gate of the palace, which was like a slap to Yan Guo's face.

It's over, Zhao Yuanqing thought sadly.

The palace door suddenly opened slowly, and a person rode out on horseback.

Being able to ride a horse in the palace, you know that this person has an unusual status. He smiled and said politely, "Prince of Yong Kingdom, I, Zhao Yuanduan, have come to greet me on the order of my father."

He seemed a little confused when he saw the scene in front of him, and soon he suddenly realized: "My two brothers are spoiled, and they have always been a little bit arrogant, but have they offended Prince Shen? I hope you will forgive me for any offence."

With Zhao Yuanqing's rubble in front of him, Zhao Yuanduan looked like pearls and jade, shining brightly against the background.

Zhao Yuanqing also knew that he was being used as a foil, and said bitterly: "Brother Second Emperor has been listening behind the door for a long time, right?"

"Why did the third brother say this? If I had arrived earlier, I would have come out earlier, and the third brother would have been spared such a embarrassment." Zhao Yuanduan smiled like a spring breeze.

Shen Minghuan listened with great interest, and pretended to persuade: "We are all brothers, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, talk to us if you have anything to say."

In fact, his expressions were full of interest, and he wished they could fight on the spot.

Zhao Yuanduan: "..."

Zhao Yuanqing: "..."

Zhao Yuanduan naturally changed the subject, "Father has been waiting for a long time, Prince Shen, please."

Shen Minghuan said "Ah" regretfully.

Fortunately, he soon found joy again.

Shen Minghuan opened the curtain of the carriage and gloated at Zhao Yuanqing's back and shouted: "Third Prince, you are finished. You will never be a prince in this life."

General Nie Shiyun, who was guarding the carriage, almost fell off his horse.

The second prince Zhao Yuanduan, who was leading the way on horseback, also swayed a bit, almost unable to maintain his image as a graceful noble prince.

Zhao Yuanqing became angry with embarrassment and was afraid that others would hear this man shouting so loudly again, so he drove his horse to Shen Minghuan's carriage.

Nie Shiyun tried to stop him midway, but he scolded him and left.

Zhao Yuanqing lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "Shen Minghuan, I have lost to you for the time being in this round, but as time goes by, I will treat you well."

Shen Minghuan said casually: "I am the prince, but you are not."

Zhao Yuanqing took a deep breath: "I advise you to think clearly. If you live under someone else's roof, you must be prepared to be cowardly..."

Shen Minghuan didn't take it seriously: "Gu is the prince, you are not."

Zhao Yuanqing went crazy: "That's enough. What's so proud about a prince who was sent to die in his stead? Although I am only a prince for the time being, but..." It may not be possible to go further.

He was so angry that he didn't even call himself "this palace", but he still had a shred of reason to hide his ambition.

Shen Ming said slowly and leisurely: "There is a huge crowd at the entrance of the palace. There are countless spies. Third Prince, your stupid words have been listened to by countless people."

His smile was gentle, but his words were harsh: "Regardless of how Emperor Yan felt about this, tell me, among the ministers in the court who have not yet taken a stand, and the talented people in the field who have not yet chosen their leader, who would be willing to assist a fool? "

He actually shook his head slightly as he spoke, his eyes full of regret.

People who don't know will probably think that he has a good relationship with Zhao Yuanqing.

"You! Bastard!" Zhao Yuanqing was furious and raised his riding crop and swung it at Shen Minghuan's face through the car window.

Nie Shiyun immediately jumped up from his horse and grabbed the whip before it could hit Shen Minghuan.

The young general who had been practicing martial arts since he was a child pursed his lips, restrained his instinct to fight back, and respectfully handed back the whip with both hands under Zhao Yuanqing's angry gaze.

"Please forgive me, Third Prince." He apologized in a low voice.

Zhao Yuanqing sneered disdainfully, took the whip and hit him hard.

Knowing that Zhao Yuanqing had to vent his anger, Nie Shiyun did not hide, but only stretched out his arm to block it.

The whip fell on the armor, and the young general breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

Fortunately, the third prince is not good at martial arts.

Fortunately, it was not the prince who was beaten.

The prince is weak and cannot bear it.

Shen Minghuan's smile became gentler and his eyes were deep.

The system hurriedly tried to comfort him: [Host, calm down, the original owner's body is in such bad shape that something might happen if he uses force. Let's settle the scores later, don't be angry, don't make yourself angry. ]

Zhao Yuanqing was still angry. He waved his whip high and continued to attack Shen Minghuan.

The system was very angry: [Forget it, host, just do it and beat him to death. I'll choose a better world for you. We won't do this task! ]

What a rubbish little world, it doesn’t deserve the host to swallow its anger.

"Third brother, father is still waiting." Zhao Yuanduan spoke softly, as if he doted on his younger brother. However, Zhao Yuanqing understood the threat in these words very well.

He reluctantly took his hand back.

Having arrived at the main hall of the court meeting, Nie Shiyun carefully helped Shen Minghuan get out of the carriage.

"Second Prince." Shen Minghuan passed Zhao Yuanduan and walked straight to the front.

He looked straight and said calmly: "It's better not to stop it if it's too late. If you want to listen to the show next time, you should come closer."

There was a slight smile in his words, and he said softly: "I am happy to have a long talk with the second prince - about any content."