Chapter 340 Sang Luo

Seeing the man in white appear, General Tana's face turned pale as a ghost, more afraid than he was dying.

As a result, the man in white turned his head and smiled, saying nonchalantly: "If I don't show up, you will all die."

Tana's eyes turned red.

However, he was tied up on the ground and couldn't move at all.

Seeing the interaction between the two, Ling Fengxun had already realized that the man in white must have an extraordinary identity.

He didn't hesitate and asked directly: "Who are you?"

The man in white subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to salute.

As a result, he couldn't use any strength to raise his arm.

He took a breath of cool air, and could only lean forward slightly, bowing his head respectfully and saying, "The third son of the King of Mobei, Sang Luo."

When Ling Fengxun heard the name, his eyes narrowed instantly, and he looked at the other person carefully with his sharp eyes.

He knew that the King of Mobei had three sons in total.

The one who was most cared for and favored on the surface was the eldest son, that is, the King of Mobei Chu Sangge.

As for the third son, no one had even seen or heard of him.

It was like a little transparent in the royal family.

However, today's observation was not the case. This third son seemed to be the one who really controlled everything.

He had lived in Beiling Imperial City for so long, but no one could detect his identity. It can even be said that if he did not take the initiative to expose it today, no one would ever know that the third prince of Mobei had already sneaked into Beiling Imperial City.

Ling Fengxun thought for a moment, then asked again: "What's the proof?"

Sang Luo smiled, then turned and glanced at General Tana.

"General Tana should know me."

Tana had some hesitation on his face, but things had come to this point, the young master's identity had been exposed, so he could only lower his head: "Yes."

Ling Fengxun's voice was cold: "What are you going to do in Beiling Imperial City?"

Sang Luo replied with a smile: "I didn't plan to show up, but the prince wanted to kill people as soon as he came up, so I had to take the initiative to expose my identity and come to talk to the prince."

"Talk?"

Ling Fengxun sneered: "It seems that there is nothing to talk about."

"How could there be nothing?"

Sang Luo's voice was solemn, and then he glanced around at the countless eyes staring at him: "Prince, let's find a secluded place to talk. It's crowded here, and there are some things I can't say."

Sang Luo looks completely different from Sangge.

His facial features have the angularity of a Mobei man, but also a unique refinement, especially the fair skin, which is completely different from the Mobei men he had seen before, and his height is of medium standard.

The two feelings are perfectly integrated into one person, which is very magical.

"Bring him here."

Ling Fengxun left a sentence, then turned and left the prison.

The men at the back quickly took away Sang Luo and the two women beside him.

By the way, they also took Tana, who was almost beheaded.

As for the others, they were temporarily re-imprisoned.

Tana still looked a little dazed, and then followed his young master to a nearby house in a daze.

This is an empty house, but it has been cleaned up, leaving enough space for the prince to talk.

In the spacious room, Ling Fengxun sat in the main seat, and the rest of the people stood.

The joints of his shoulders were already red and swollen, and Sang Luo's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He pleaded, "Your Majesty, can you let someone reattach my arms and those of my two subordinates first?"

Ling Fengxun didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Don't talk nonsense. I don't have that much time."

Seeing the other party so cold and ruthless, Sang Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Your Majesty is really powerful, worthy of being the world-famous God of War. What happened last night was my fault. I hope your Majesty can forgive Mobei this time."

Ling Fengxun heard this and looked at him coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

"Don't hide it, Your Majesty,"

Sang Luo began to explain the truth, with a deep meaning hidden in his fox eyes: "This time, I arranged for Sangge to return, and I, Mobei, have only one purpose."

"Purpose?"

Ling Fengxun's eyes became extremely dangerous.

Without waiting for Ling Fengxun to explode, Sang Luo hurriedly explained.

"Yes, to test the bottom line of Beiling Kingdom now, I think the prince must have guessed that Nanqi has sent people to negotiate with Mobei and promised Mobei great benefits, saying that as long as Mobei joins hands with Nanqi, it will be able to annex Beiling together with it in the future, and then divide the entire Beiling Kingdom."

Ling Fengxun's eyes were cold and murderous.

What Sang Luo said was exactly the same as what he and Xier had guessed.

Nanqi and Mobei secretly joined forces and really intended to take action against Beiling Kingdom.

Ling Fengxun continued to ask: "You just told this to the king?"

Sang Luo smiled helplessly: "Who made the prince see through my little trick of Mobei at a glance? It also made me see your ability and made me feel that following you is more advantageous than joining forces with Nanqi."

The other party's words implied admiration and praise.

It's a pity that this little trick is completely useless to Ling Fengxun.

There was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.

"In order to test Beiling's attitude, are you willing to sacrifice a prince?"

Sang Luo shook his head and chuckled.

"Although Sangge is the Prince of Mobei in name, he was just a pawn that my father had put forward long ago. He was not my father's biological son."

Sang Luo did not feel anything about Sangge's death, and even felt that his death was not a pity.

Sangge had done many bad things. He pretended to be very well-behaved in front of his father, but he did whatever he wanted behind his back. He even beat an innocent woman to death with his own hands. If he was not still useful at that time, he would have been killed long ago.

Ling Fengyan understood that the Prince was a fake.

This made sense.

But

"How can I be sure that you are not fake?"

Sang Luo was stunned by this question, and then he lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

"It's very simple. I will write a letter and the prince will send someone to give it to my father. When the time comes, you can observe his attitude and reaction, and you will know how valuable I am."

Ling Fengxun still did not believe his words easily.

Even though Sang Luo looked very sincere at this time.

"Who can know that this is not another conspiracy of you Mobei, trying to delay time?"

Sang Luo smiled and shook his head: "I can't stop you from sending troops to attack Mobei, and I will stay as a hostage. If I tell any lies, you can kill me at any time, right?"

Sang Luo's every word revealed the attitude of active surrender. He

was not like Sangge, who put on airs as the Prince of Mobei.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked humble, as if he had truly surrendered.

A dark light flashed across Ling Fengxun's eyes.

What the other party said was not unreasonable.

He said lightly: "Lock up these people first."

The smile on Sang Luo's lips twitched.

He didn't expect that he would suffer in prison even though he was so sincere.

"Can you help me install my arm first? Thank you very much!"

In the end, no one paid attention to him.

Sang Luo's face turned pale.

"It's okay if you don't install mine, but help install the arms of the two maids around me first. If you delay for too long, their arms will be useless."

Sang Luo and others were taken outside and taken to the cell together.

Ling Fengxun tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about the next plan.

The appearance of the third prince of Mobei was indeed somewhat unexpected. Ling Fengxun immediately stood up and planned to go back to the mansion to ask Xier if he knew more about this person