In the hall, there is a huge conference table.

The Twelve Pavilion Masters, Yan Hong and Wang Buren sat in the first row.

The remaining fifty ministers who were removed surrounded the second row.

"The situation in the capital is not clear, but the information obtained from the secret spies in Jiuzhou is afraid that the king of the country has been undermined, and the emperor and tyrants occupy the magpie's nest and control the government." Wang Buren said.

The twelve Pavilion Master frowned and remained silent.

Yan Hong looked around and said, "Don't worry, even if the imperial lord controls the government, he will not do anything wrong. After all, what he wants is the position of the king, not destroying the Tianlong."

"That's right, but who knows what the Emperor will do? Now the king of the country doesn't know whether he lives or dies."

Yan Hong said lightly: "The safety of the king of the country is not to worry about. The Emperor's actions are nothing more than two. First, changing the sacrifice of the divine beast and replacing the dragon. This method takes a lot of time and cannot be completed overnight. The first step is to transform the four dragon veins to move the main dragon veins. Only when the five dragon veins are transformed can a new sacrifice of the divine beasts be established and then a new emperor's aura can be created."

"Second, no one can easily take away the Tianlong Emperor's aura from the king's body as long as the king does not take the initiative to hand over it."

Wang Buren asked: "Master Dazai, is there a third possibility. Emperor Hao killed the king, and then chose the young prince to sacrifice to the dragon, condense the aura of the Emperor of Heaven, and transfer it to him?"

The twelve Pavilion Master shook his head when he heard this.

Yan Hong said: "It is impossible. When the ancestor passed away and the king succeeded to the throne, he was ten years old. He could read the sacrificial text and perform the sacrificial ritual. But now, the eldest prince of the king is only two years and three months old. It is difficult to read the sacrificial text. It is even more difficult to perform the sacrificial ritual meticulously. The sacrificial energy of the Emperor of Heaven cannot be condensed, and Emperor Jiu cannot replace the pillars."

Everyone nodded.

"This is the best way to go. The safety of the king is guaranteed, so we will be given more time." Wang Buren said.

A cabinet master asked in a deep voice: "Will he not be angry and send a large army to come again?"

“Impossible.”

Wang Buren analyzed: "There is now turbulent, people's hearts are unstable, the two northern states are rebelling, the state governors are holding their own troops, and after Youzhou conquered, it is full of devastation, which requires a lot of energy to rebuild. What's more, the state is still in the process of regaining the revenge. There are countless rebels in other states, and they should be able to involve the Emperor. As long as Yizhou does not claim rebellion, the Emperor will not dare to act rashly."

After a pause, Wang Buren continued: "Resist ten thousand steps, even if the Emperor Hao really sends troops from Xiyuan or the capital, with our current forces, it is no problem to just defend Bashan County. Taking another step back and defend Bashan is absolutely worry-free."

"But... this is not a long-term solution!"

A minister worriedly said, "What are we waiting for? The Southern King enters the Star Moon Forest, there are so many dangers. The Northern King wants to return to the Northern Territory, and there are so many dangers. The Western King has been stripped of the throne, and Xiyuan is no longer under his control. There is no hope in the East China Sea. Who else can save this Tianlong?"

silence.

Silence like death.

Many people's eyes were confused.

They can hardly see hope.

"Sirs."

Wang Buren slowly stood up and glanced across everyone's face.

He smiled and said, "Why do we need others to save us? Why can't we save ourselves?"

Everyone was stunned.

"The dragon is the dragon of the king of the country, but it is also the dragon of the people, the dragon of each of us!"

"Maybe you will feel that these words are a bit ruthless. After all, this Tianlong still has to be the king's Tianlong, but what I want to tell you is that in the prosperous era of Tianlong, we can enjoy peace and prosperity. In the chaotic era of Tianlong, every Tianlong person cannot stay in a corner."

"No one can save us, so we can only save ourselves! The dragon is in danger of subversion, and there is no end to the eggs when the nest is destroyed. Instead of expecting others, we should take action immediately and try it with the resources, economy and manpower in our hands. Can the dragon return to peace and tranquility and let this dragon continue the prosperous era!"

Everyone stared at Wang Buren in a daze.

It took a long time, long time.

The twelve elders looked at each other and nodded together.

Yan Hong clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Buren: "Mr. Wang's words are as thunderous as he hears, and are deafening. You are right. The dragon is not only the dragon of the king, but also the home of each of us. It is better to seek progress than to pray to God and Buddha. Only when everyone is like a dragon can the prosperity of the dragon."

"yes……"

"Well said!"

The middle-aged and elderly people were excited in their hearts. Seeing the young and energetic Wang Buren, they seemed to think of his past youth.

The older you are, the more timid you are.

The passion that was originally had long been silent in the years.

And now, they plan to be younger again.

"Mr. Wang, let's discuss what to do next. What do you think?" Everyone looked at Wang Buren.

Before we knew it, this young man seemed to have become the backbone of everyone.

"I dare not take the opinion, but I have some immature ideas. Let me discuss with you. If there is anything wrong, please correct me..."

Wang Buren had already made plans.

...

"Ten years of drinking ice can make you feel cold and hot! A thousand years of dark room, a light will make you clear! Behind the greatness is suffering, and vice versa!"

In the king's bedroom, Di Jiu was holding a book in his hand and read it with relish.

When I saw some good sentences, I couldn't help but whisper, stuttering my mouth, and I felt it was amazing.

Lin Dong stood at the door with a expressionless face, looking at the king's leisurely and contentment, and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

The lord of a country has fallen to this point, and if it were someone else, he would have been depressed and depressed long ago.

But from the beginning to the end, Di Jiu seemed as if nothing had happened, as if he was still the noble king, respected and respected by the people of the world.

Suddenly, Winter's ears moved slightly.

He heard footsteps.

Soon, a figure strode towards the corner.

Because there was no sunshine for a long time, Di Hao's face looked a little pale.

He walked behind his back with his hands on his back, with a hint of elegance in his calmness.

Emperor Hao doesn't look like a hero who subverted the position of Emperor Nine Kingdoms, but more like a scholar who is well-read and can't help but be weak.

"Uncle Emperor is here?"

Di Jiu put down the book in his hand and spoke with a smile.

Di Hao's eyes flashed. He sat cross-legged across from Di Jiu without any image, without saying anything, just staring at him.

"Does the emperor have children for so many years?" Di Jiu asked.

Emperor Hao shook his head.

"That's a pity. Master Mang's lineage will soon be extinct." Di Jiu shook his head, as if he really felt sorry for Di Hao.

"Di Jiu, you have no chance of turning the tables." Di Hao said lightly.

Di Jiu smiled slightly: "Is that true?"

"No matter who, I can't save you. I'll settle for the position of the king."

"Uncle Emperor, why not bet a game."

"Gambling?" Di Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Chapter completed!