Chapter 488 Big Patient, Su Jiuni
"As expected of a prince, you're self-aware!" Little Wheat Ear praised, getting straight to the point. "Nansang is one of the four great nations. Nansang has a lot of say in the wanted order issued by the nine nations. If you can return to Nansang alive in the future, put me on the wanted order, too. Thank you!"
Yan Changkong, "..."
"Can I make it back alive?" he asked.
Little Wheat Ear thrust his head in a little further, making sure the other person could see his face. "Of course you can return alive. We may be lunatics, but we don't relent in killing. If Nan Sang knows what's good for him, I, Little Wheat Ear, will personally escort you aboard when the time comes!"
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. My bargaining chip may not be useful."
Yan Changkong closed his eyes and didn't want to say anything more.
The Nansang royal family is not that simple.
Even if he became the only surviving descendant of the royal family, Nan Sang would still regard him as an abandoned child if the price he had to pay was not commensurate.
Whether it is my father or my grandfather, they will make this decision.
"It may not be useful? Why don't you tell me in detail? I'll discuss it with my sister later and help you improve your value."
"Increase value?" Yan Changkong laughed at himself. "Do you want to go to my Nansang Royal Family and kill them again? Judging from Miss Su's ability, she can indeed do it."
"What are you saying? Are you trying to discredit my sister?"
Xiao Mai Sui pulled Bing'er and sat down directly at the cabin door. He snorted, "You guys who were born into the royal family, are you born with such a high starting point that you develop a habit of being so self-righteous? Whenever there's a mistake, it's always someone else's fault, right?
Although my sister is not talkative, she always acts reasonably. If you don't provoke her, she won't deal with you at all!
Back then, when my sister was going to challenge Guiyi Pavilion, it was Darong who first sent spies into the exile area, intending to kill my father! After Guiyi Pavilion was challenged, a wanted order was issued by nine countries.
I have a question for you, so I'd like to ask you directly. It's understandable that Darong is angry about Guiyi Pavilion being singled out, but what do the other countries have to do with it? And what does it have to do with you, Nansang?
"Isn't it bullying us, the weak exiles, to issue a nine-country wanted warrant to scare people? Back then, you didn't even take us seriously, did you?
Oh my god, after being slapped in the face one after another, you start to get anxious and jump up and down. You people are all hypocrites!
Put aside everything else and ask yourself, am I right?
The little girl pressed the issue step by step.
Yan Changkong had no way to refute it.
That's true.
One wrong step leads to all wrong.
At first, no one in the Nine Nations had expected that the people coming out of the land of exile would be so difficult to deal with.
Eventually, things got out of control.
Now it seems that there is no way to stop and no way to turn back.
If Su Jiuni doesn't die, Nansang will surely fall.
The massacre on the day of the coronation ceremony will soon spread throughout the countries, and Nan Sang will become the target of public criticism.
If it weren't for Su Jiuni, Nan Sang, holding the magic weapon, would not be afraid of the national war at all, and it would only be a matter of time before he finally unified the Central Plains.
But with Su Jiuni around, Nan Sang's magic weapon was like chicken ribs. He held it in his hand but couldn't use it. Once he took it out, it would be like handing the magic weapon to Su Jiuni.
So the current situation has become a life-and-death battle between Nan Sang and Su Jiuni.
"Hey? Why aren't you talking? Nothing to say? Speechless? Tsk, I have no business talking to people like you. Forget it, just reflect on yourself. If you ever return to Nansang and become the king, be a good gentleman. As long as Nansang doesn't force us, we'll keep our distance! You be the king of Nansang, and we'll be our own quacks!" After saying that, Little Wheat Spike stood up, patted his butt, and left with Bing'er. Before leaving, he didn't forget to explain, "Don't forget what I told you at the beginning. If you can go back, you must add me, Little Wheat Spike, to the wanted list! My name is Huo Guidi!"
Bing'er was dragged away, stamping her feet anxiously and looking back, "Little wheat spike, you forgot to take me with you! Prince Yan, my name is Lu Bing'er! My sister and I are in the same group, don't forget me, Lu Bing'er!"
Yan Changkong was silent for a long moment, and after a moment, he actually laughed.
I clearly shouldn't, but I couldn't help it.
Although they have different positions, he never denies that these so-called mobs are actually quite interesting.
They are all passionate people.
At least, not a hypocrite.
But how can the royal family and upright gentlemen live long?
After the laughter, the room fell silent again.
Yan Changkong slowly closed his eyes, and the scene of the banquet in the Imperial Garden immediately emerged in his mind.
There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the place was in chaos.
My father's feet are broken at the knees. Even if they are reattached, he will be disabled in the future.
Given the emperor's grandfather's temperament, he would not be allowed to continue to rule.
The current situation in Nansang is not optimistic. The emperor's grandfather will regain power and formulate corresponding strategies.
In Nan Sang's eyes, the other countries are not a concern. The biggest threat is Su Jiuni.
He shook those images out of his head, and the sound of waves breaking in his ears became clear again. All his emotions became calm in the sound of the waves.
At the end of October, the transport ship left the border of Nansang. With Yan Changkong as a hostage, the border guards did not dare to stop it.
In December, Tianbao and his group returned to their place of exile and spent the New Year peacefully.
In the last few days of the year, the ten countries of all sizes on the entire continent were shaken, and even the tribes outside the Great Wall were shaken.
The Nansang Palace massacre spread to every corner of the continent like a thunderclap.
Nan Sang instantly became the target of public criticism and was caught in the center of the storm.
Dongpu, Beixiang, Dayong, and the royal families of various small countries all attacked Nansang, and letters of rebuke flew to Nansang one after another.
The troops of various countries are also gathering as quickly as possible and will advance towards Nansang after the spring.
The New Year outside is depressing and dull.
The only place that was not greatly affected was probably the strange place called the Exile Land.
People living here have been discussing the atrocities in Nansang and sighing over them year after year.
"The various countries wrote letters to denounce Nan Sang and gathered their armies to continue to put pressure on Nan Sang, hoping to use this to make Nan Sang agree to offer benefits." In the Huo family courtyard, a group of old men gathered to chat about Nan Sang's affairs.
Although the bearded man was a rough man, he also had a clear understanding of the situation. "I dare to guarantee that the other countries will not get a penny of benefit from Nan Sang! Think about it, the magic weapon is in Nan Sang's hands. This is Nan Sang's greatest reliance. Are they afraid of a fight? Not at all!"
Du Buqin snorted, feeling extremely proud. "Of course, the tricks used by various nations are always the same, and Nan Sang has mastered them all. Now, if I were to name the person Nan Sang fears the most, there's only one, and that's me, Tian Bao. Hehehe!"
"Don't get carried away. This isn't a good thing." Bai Xiaofeng poured cold water on the old man. "Whether it's a country or a person, when faced with a major threat, the only way is to eliminate it."
"Why are you saying such unlucky things on New Year's Day?" The old man was unhappy. "Stop it! Say something more auspicious!"
"Is this a question of good or bad luck? You don't want to hear me talk. Fine, let Huo Huaishui talk. He only has brains."
Innocent Huo Ziheng held his forehead and sighed.
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