The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 220

The four major tribes posted a post, inviting Mosang to go to the tribe to discuss matters. Although he is the king, the power has not completely fallen into his hands. Major events must be discussed by the four major tribes before decisions can be made. This is always Mosang A thorn in the heart.

Therefore, even though he knew that this trip was a Hongmen banquet, he decided to go.

Mo Sang didn't bring a single soldier with him on this trip, he only brought Feng Wuxie and a few followers, and rode a camel to the meeting alone.

Entering the territory of the four major tribes, it is another world, not as magnificent as the Jinsheng Palace, on the contrary, there is no grass growing here, the only oasis is a small lake, the water is really pitiful, no wonder they are making trouble.

The good place was taken by Mosang, and the place with the most water was taken by him.

They worked as coolies for Mosang, but the one who enjoyed the fruits was the person sitting in Jinsheng Palace, no one could swallow this breath.

And Mosang's behavior style is extremely luxurious, he doesn't know how to be frugal at all, and there are so many women in the harem that he can't remember their names.

Feng Wuxie shook his head, since he was dragged out, he could only take a step and watch.

The long line surrounded the entire conference hall. Compared with the four major tribes who were waiting in full force, Feng Wuxie and his party seemed a little weak.

Mo Sang walked in the front, and the royal robe held his figure upright, showing the kingly aura, even facing thousands of troops and horses, he could remain calm.

"So many people came to meet Wang Jia, patriarch Hani really has a heart." There was a sneer on the corner of Mosang's mouth, seeing that Hani felt a little guilty.

Although he wanted to force Mosang to abdicate, he did not want to usurp the throne.

His face twitched, and patriarch Hani stepped forward to greet him, and said after a standard salute: "The king is here to discuss matters, and Hani must make every possible preparation for the safety of the king."

The preparations are quite complete, not to mention entering, even if a fly comes, it will not be able to fly out.

Mo Sang nodded, ignoring the cunning in his eyes, and was about to enter the meeting room, but Feng Wuxie behind him was stopped.

"The royal court is discussing matters, and the idlers are waiting outside the door." Patriarch Hani squinted at Feng Wuxie with a haughty expression.

Before Mosang abdicated, Hani began to show him off as a superior person. If he really abdicated, let alone gaining a foothold in the Southern Domain, his royal court and the beauties in the harem would be afraid. One piece was buried with him.

Mosang's complexion sank, Hani actually tried to show him the majesty of a king in front of everyone.

But Feng Wuxie, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head, looked coldly at Hani and the people behind him, and said slowly.

"Your Majesty has a noble status, so you must have personal guards around you so as not to let someone who wants to take advantage of the loopholes. Why is Patriarch Hani obstructing him so much?"

The reason for this discussion is that the four major tribes have bad intentions, not only want to force Mosang to abdicate, but also want to gain a good reputation.

Under the guise of thinking about the future of Nanfan, what he did was extremely nasty. To put it harshly, he wanted to be a bitch and set up a memorial archway.

Feng Wuxie's words stabbed him in the seven inches, Hani suddenly felt short of breath, and wanted to have an attack, but seeing countless pairs of eyes watching him, he had no choice but to endure it.

Lagu, Meng Qi, Ke Duo and the others had twinkling eyes, and they gave each other winks. He was just a boy, so what if he was allowed to go in?
Feng Wuxie looked calm, but he never backed down. Hani was blocked by her words, his face darkened, his eyes touched Mosang and he had to back down a step.

With a cold snort, he entered the meeting room first.

Mo Sang glanced at Feng Wuxie, and the interest in his eyes became more interesting, why didn't he know that his family's Xiaodai had such a good eloquence?
Feng Wuxie stood aside respectfully, "Please, Your Majesty."

Immediately, Mosang felt that he had more face, and walked in with his head held high. Fresh melons and fruits, as well as barbecues were placed on the table, and the aroma of fruits and meat filled the whole room.

The mellow aroma of grape wine is even more intoxicating. The desert environment is harsh, and melons and fruits are even less pitiful. They all travel thousands of miles to the border in exchange for it.

So the fruit on the table looks inconspicuous, but the four patriarchs put their minds to it.

Mo Sang walked to the first place, unceremoniously took all those melons and fruits in front of him, not only ate it himself, but also threw it to the little follower behind him, his little Dai to eat it together.

Hani's face was livid. He was really pissed off that something that none of the four patriarchs had tasted was given to that little follower so casually.

When the king was almost finished eating, there were only some fruit peels left on the table, Mo Sang wiped his hands on the white tablecloth, and then spoke.

"The four patriarchs called this king here today, why?" Mo Sang's eyes flicked around slowly, and began to pretend to be stupid.

Hani looked at the dirty handprints on the white tablecloth, and his face started to twitch. This is a golden brocade he bought at a high price. This kind of fabric is extremely rare, and its soft texture is many times stronger than their woolen tablecloth.

Although it hurts terribly, Hani has not forgotten the purpose of bringing them here today.

He calmed down, looked at each other with the three patriarchs, and first said: "The previous king left a legacy. If the royal court is to be stable, the king must have an heir early, but now the king has only one little princess under his knees. How can this be good?"

After the words fell, Hani sighed deeply, his brows were full of worry.

The other patriarchs also sighed, expressing concern for the future of Nanfan.

Mo Sang was unmoved: "This king is now in his prime, isn't it a bit premature to propose a crown prince?"

His attitude is so easy to talk, but everyone did not expect it.

Everyone's expressions paused, they thought that Mosang would come with a thunderous fury, but they didn't expect that he would come instead with gentle wind and light rain.

"But we have to abide by the legacy of the previous king. The king has been on the throne for five years, but now there is only one little princess. We have to plan ahead." It was Kedo who was talking, he was about forty years old , a pair of brown eyes looked left and right on the bronze face, with an extremely wretched expression.

Feng Wuxie smiled secretly, this Kedo was actually squinting.

"Actually, I'm also quite curious. The king's harem has three thousand beauties, why don't they lay eggs?" A patriarch sitting on the left side of Kedo was tall and fat, and he couldn't stop looking at Feng Wu behind Mosang with his triangular eyes. Evil, his fingers kept rubbing against his lips.

The smile is very obscene.

Feng Wuxie had heard from Mo Sang a long time ago that Meng Qi was not only lustful but also very cruel, he could take all men and women, presumably this was that Meng Qi.

"What else is there to discuss? The desert is short of water. Why can only the king occupy that piece of Fengshui treasure land, so regardless of whether everyone lives or dies, I think it is better to move the Jinsheng Palace to another place." Lagu said With an upright temper and a fiery temper, he didn't give Mo Sang any face, and expressed his thoughts without covering up.

Compared with the insidiousness and cunning of the others, Feng Wuxie thinks that this Lagu is the best to deal with. It can be seen from a person's character that he is definitely not the kind of person who plays tricks.

This kind of person is happy to love and hate, right is right, wrong is wrong.

When you are happy, you can drink with you for three days and three nights, but when you are angry, you can kill you with a knife, but this kind of person is the most affectionate, and once you decide something, you will never change it.

To put it bluntly, it is a wild horse, but there is still a lack of a master who can hold him.

Everyone expressed their opinions, Mo Sang remained calm, but frowned: "No, no, Jinsheng Palace is too big, there is no place to move."

Feng Wuxie was almost laughed angrily by Mosang's scoundrel, but the faces of the others were all ashen.

What he clearly wanted to express was that he wanted you to get out of Jinsheng Palace, but now that he has distorted it so much, what was supposed to be a serious matter has become a farce.

La Guqi's face was flushed red, but there was nothing he could do about Mosang.

The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the violent ones, the brutal ones are afraid of the desperate ones, but the desperate ones are afraid of the messy ones.

Seeing that the turmoil was almost over, Feng Wuxie stepped forward to be a peacemaker: "My lord, it is indeed unlucky for an heir to wither. There is a saying in the Central Plains that it is unfilial to have three children. Ordinary people are like this, let alone You are the king."

The four chiefs all looked at Feng Wuxie with complicated expressions, thinking that this brat was here to stir up trouble, but they didn't expect that his inadvertent words would help them a lot.

And Mo Sang seemed to have listened to his words, and began to think carefully: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Feng Wuxie glanced at everyone, and said respectfully: "Why don't you choose outstanding boys from various tribes and send them to the palace for foster care to make up for the king's veins and achieve the effect of reconciling yin and yang. When he grows up, he can protect the little prince and kill two birds with one stone, how do you think, my lord?"

Everyone secretly rejoiced, this is an excellent opportunity.

The boys in each tribe have grown up now, and if they are selected, their future prospects are limitless.

Everyone saw the day when their son moved into Jinsheng Palace.

"If you choose a boy, it must be someone with good conduct and noble status." Hani said quietly, his eyes filled with joy.

There are a lot of children under his knees, and if you pick one at random, you will be the dragon and phoenix among the people. If you want to take care of him, it must be his son.

Hani played a good plan and quietly wanted to insert his own people in the palace. No one knew that he had given birth to three sons.

Even if he didn't say it clearly, people from the other three clans had already understood, but Hani was given such a big advantage, and the faces of the other three clans were not very good.

Isn't this clearly sending his son to the throne?It sounds nice to say it's foster care, but no one knows what Hani's plan is.

If the king really doesn't have a son, his power will have been formed by then, even if he supports his son to ascend the throne, who can say no?

Feng Wuxie secretly looked at the expressions of everyone, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart. If he is so inconsistent, he still wants to make something big?
"That's right, not only has good conduct, but also is proficient in riding and shooting." Ke Duo didn't want to be resigned, and hastily and euphemistically expressed that he also has a son who is both civil and military.

"Come on, your son is only three years old, and he struggles to draw a bow, and he still rides and shoots. I'm afraid he hasn't taken off his crotch pants, and he still needs to breastfeed at night." Monkey didn't give Kedo any face, and his tone was full of embarrassment. ridicule.

(End of this chapter)