Become a feudal king from today

"Brother Prince, I am afraid that this battle will make King Yan's position in the eyes of my father even more important. Read М"

"It goes without saying that my father is the best at saving face. This time King Yan has earned enough face for my father." The deposed prince Zhao Gang said, and when he remembered something, he reminded the eighth prince beside him, "How many times have I told you, Don’t call me Prince in front of so many people.”

The Eighth Prince Zhao Zha scratched his head and said with a look of shame, "I'm sorry, Prince, I forgot again."

When Zhao Gang heard this, he almost couldn't breathe, so he simply didn't speak.

Zhao Zha continued: "Fortunately, King Yan's mother's family is from a poor family, otherwise I don't know how many ministers would take credit for it."

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up slightly, he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, although King Yan has made great contributions, no one in the court speaks for him. Why don't I ask for credit for him? In this way, he will remember me the benefits of."

"Very true, very true." The Eighth Prince said, "Anyway, my father will definitely reward King Yan. Why don't we just go with the flow and help him, which is just a waste of words."

Zhao Gang nodded and decided to act according to circumstances during the court meeting.

While he was thinking, he suddenly saw the third prince walking towards his father.

He immediately pulled the eighth prince and followed him.

"Congratulations to my father, congratulations to my father. Under my father's earnest teachings, my ninth brother finally achieved a great victory. I praise my country's majesty." The third prince, Zhao Mu, came to Zhao Heng and bowed in salute.

When he was in the crowd, his uncle Dou Wei winked at him and motioned for him to come over.

Understanding what his uncle meant, he immediately stepped forward to congratulate his father.

The arrival of many ministers and nobles greatly satisfied Zhao Heng's vanity.

He stood in front of the prison car with his hands folded, waiting for their compliments.

Zhao Mu gave all the credit for King Yan's victory to him, which made him very proud.

He is right, King Yan is his son.

Isn't King Yan's victory his victory?

Thinking of this, he felt more and more comfortable.

In the capital, the princes were fighting each other, and the things they caused every day made him upset.

In comparison, the arrival of King Yan who was guarding the border for Dasong in Yanzhou made him even more gratified.

Nodding, he said: "That's right. No matter what, King Yan is my son and your brother. As a member of the royal family, you should work together to promote my royal dignity."

"Yes, Father." Zhao Mu looked respectful, "Not long ago, I sent someone to Yan County to visit my ninth brother..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Gang suddenly squeezed over and said, "Father, I have also sent people to Yan County. As the eldest brother, I have always cared for you all."

Zhao Heng was in a particularly good mood today. If it had been before, he would have glared at this useless and useless prince.

After laughing twice, he said: "That's right, the royal family is one, and with King Yan sitting in Yanzhou, you can live more peacefully in the capital."

The third prince and Zhao Gang nodded at the same time.

At this time, the officials gathered around and congratulated Zhao Heng one after another, and the voices of "Long live my emperor" could not be heard.

Zhao Heng was extremely proud.

Facing many ministers, he said: "Today is just for you to come and see the results of Yanzhou's battle. Tomorrow morning, I will discuss rewards with you."

"Yes, Your Majesty," said the ministers.

Now they had nothing to say, Kutu had been brought.

They could find no other reason to block the reward to King Yan.

…

The vast grassland.

A pair of cavalrymen marched hard in the wind and snow.

Every October, it is still the golden autumn in the south, but snowflakes will fall further north on the grassland.

With the expansion of Beidi's territory, the bitter cold lands on their territory became more and more vast.

"Here we are, the Khan's camp is ahead." The leading cavalryman looked at a tent in the vast white snow under the hill.

Raising their whips, they urged their horses towards the camp.

"Who are you?"

Their appearance immediately aroused the vigilance of the outer cavalry.

A group of cavalry came forward and stopped them.

After seeing the appearance of the cavalry clearly, the leader of the blocking cavalry said: "Enke, why are you here?"

Enke said: "In this autumn hunting, my father was deceived and captured by King Yan of Dasong. I had to come to the Khan Court to seek help from the Khan."

"What, the Nine Kings were captured by Da Song?" the cavalry leader exclaimed. This is no small matter. He said, "Come with me."

Enke nodded and followed the cavalry towards a golden tent.

After waiting outside the tent for a while, he was allowed inside.

"The Great Khan." Entering the tent, Enke saw a man in his fifties, with a solemn face and eyes like a falcon, sitting on a black bearskin.

He quickly stepped forward and knelt down to kiss the man's shoe. He was none other than Khan Muller Hongzhen.

"Get up, my nephew Enko." Mulehonzhen said with suppressed anger on his face, "Tell me what's going on? How did your father fall into the hands of the Great Song people."

Enke then told the story of Qiugi in detail.

"Huh, he is always so arrogant. I used to tell him that he can look down on the great people, but he must not be arrogant when fighting. This is entirely his fault."

Enko tried to keep his voice calm so as not to offend the Khan.

Although this Khan is his father's brother and uncle.

But he is an untouchable khan on the grassland.

Although the same blood flows in his body, he still has to be as respectful as a courtier.

"Father has paid the price for his mistakes, but now that the Black Iron King's Tent has lost its king, everyone's heart is like a hanging stone." Enke said.

He knew that his father's capture was too humiliating.

But he still wanted to try his best to save him.

Mulehong really looked at Enke and said: "Even if he can come back from Dasong, he is not qualified to be king. From now on, he will only be laughed at by the people on the grassland. If he is not my brother, I will not go there at all." Leave him alone."

Enko's head dropped, he could feel the Khan's anger.

But Khan also promised him that he would save his father.

"You will be the leader of the Black Iron King's tent for the time being, Enke. Your bravery is also praised in the Khan Court. Your father's shame, I hope you can wash it away with the blood of the great singer."

"Thank you, great Khan. I will not let you down. I will use the heads of the Great Songmen to build the highest altar on the grassland." Enke said through gritted teeth.

He was extremely humiliated when he learned that his father had been captured.

If it were not for his mother's pleading, he would not have come to the Khan Court to seek help from the Khan.

In his opinion, honor is more important than anything else, even his father should not live alone.

Mule Hongzhen nodded appreciatively, and the war to suppress the rebellion on the grassland was basically over.

The next step is to go south.

But he didn't expect that an enemy from the far north attacked an important town northwest of the Khan Court three months ago.

These enemies are called "man-eating demons" by the local people.

They plundered the tribes and even ate the tribesmen to satisfy their hunger.

In the past, only Beidi people ate Dasong people. How often have Beidi people been eaten by others?

This incident forced him to shelve his plan to go south again.

However, this did not prevent him from threatening Emperor Dasong and asking him to return his brother.