How is that possible?!

The old lady was stunned, until Yu Fengxian, who could not help but snatched the information, came back to her senses, but her heart was still filled with huge shock.

One person sieges the city is enough to make people move, but manpower is sometimes poor. Even if the magical power is superb, what if one person can suppress a city?

There are dozens of cities in the nine prefectures of Yanzhou, near or far. Even if you keep running around, how many cities can a person defend?

Therefore, whether she or the others, although she was shocked by one attack on the city, she did not take Yang Yu's so-called "rebellion" in his heart.

Just think he was wanted by the court to vent.

But now it seems that he has actually come to the real world and has suppressed the Northwest King...

"He occupied Northwest Dao City?! What does he want to do? Do you really want to rebel?"

Zhang Wen'an's old eyes were poisonous. He glanced at the information and was shocked. His beard was shaking and moved.

His memory of that young man with great momentum is very deep.

I still remember that when I knew him, there was still the turmoil in the Black Mountains. At that time, I was just a glance and didn't care much.

But in just a few years later, Xu Wenji had already proposed marriage on his behalf. At that time, he had thought about absorbing this person into the royal palace.

However, his progress was too fast and too incredible. Until the rebellion of the royal palace, he was left with only fear.

He actually only said one sentence when he convinced his sister-in-law.

If such a person is really adopted as a son-in-law, then in the near future, can Long Yuandao still have the surname Zhang?

"So many experts!"

Yu Fengxian was amazed.

These days, she has almost ruined the list of Jinxiu Mountains and Rivers, and she is very familiar with the many masters on it.

It’s okay for Zhang Xuanyi, she has no interest in the Zhang stallion, but Ma Longtu and Xujing Zen Master are all well-known masters in the world.

She was really envious of being able to fight with them.

"Wang Muzhi, or Xu Wenji?"

The old lady turned her mind and thought of this possibility, and immediately felt a huge threat.

The great masters of Shendu, who were thousands of miles away, didn't know, how could she not know Xu Wenji's great prestige in Longyuan, Northwest and other places.

The old scholar with honest style has been an official for decades and has not earned a single piece of paper, but has left a huge reputation that ordinary people cannot reach.

If he was really behind him, I would be afraid of Long Yuan’s way...

"sister in law……"

Zhang Wenan also thought of this possibility, and his heart couldn't help but feel solemn.

"Long Laosen thinks about it..."

The old lady paced back and forth, frowned deeply, and felt a little dazed in her heart.

Once upon a time when Yang Yu took action to quell the chaos, she was worried about the safety of the royal palace, and was in a depressed mood, and she didn't feel very profound.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she might have to stand opposite, and she felt the huge

fear!

threaten!

A young genius who has the highest talent and ability, has reached the highest level of the world after a year.

If you are determined to make things difficult for others, then how many people can be at peace in the world?

"Prince!"

When the house was silent, a sudden scream came from outside the door, and the sound of kneeling on the ground was heard.

Everyone was shocked and saw that the irreconcilable long technique was slowly walking towards the thin and almost disfigured Old King of Longyuan with one hand.

"Grandpa! (Old man)!"

"Brother!"

All three people in the room were inexplicably surprised and hurried forward, laughing or crying.

Unlike before, he was half asleep, since Long Yuan seized the throne, Old King Long Yuan had almost never opened his eyes again. Seeing him awake, the three of them were red in their eyes.

"Master Qi, I don't know my eldest brother..."

"The chronic disease is difficult to heal. The injury of King Longyuan is not the magical power of "referring to the ground to become steel". The deficit of many years has already hurt the root of the problem..."

Qi Changfa shook his head slightly, but didn't know how to comfort him, and said bluntly:

"Even if the legendary 'Tianyuan Great Pill' is refined, you can only survive with three points, and 97% will die..."

In one sentence, the joy that had just risen in the house was completely destroyed. The few people felt cold all over, and the old lady felt that her eyes were dark and she almost fainted.

"How could it be?!"

Yu Fengxian grabbed Qi Changfa with tears in her eyes and wanted to find out, but was stopped by the palm that was almost skinny and thin.

"Little Fengxian, you must be polite."

The old man said, weak and powerless, but Yu Fengxian couldn't help but shed tears: "Grandpa..."

"Don't cry, don't cry."

The old man smiled and wiped away the tears for his granddaughter and comforted him softly:

"Human life is destined to be destined. Grandpa is already satisfied to be able to survive for years and watch you grow up."

His breath was weak, like a candle in the wind. He held his wife's hand and walked slowly into the house and asked Zhang Wen'an to get the "overview of the file".

"Brother, your body..."

Zhang Wen'an was crying, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to leave quickly and get it.

"The Red Blood Taoist's fingers are really great. There is almost no flesh and blood in the old prince's body, and the origin is exhausted."

Qi Changfa sighed, feeling a little reluctant, but he still put the "Pity for the Mother of Pity" on the table:

"No reward is received without merit."

"The head of the hospital came from afar, and he was so kind. What is such a brand worth?"

The old lady's tears were not dry, but she also answered, not wanting to let Old King Longyuan spend more time.

Secondly, it is really because it is difficult to come from afar.

From the capital of Shendu to Longyuan, the journey is so long. Qi Changfa came so quickly, it must be a journey day and night...

Qi Changfa was a little moved, but still shook his head.

"Brother Qi accepted it."

The old man also advised:

"This thing may be precious, but I can't use it even if I die."

"in this way……"

Qi Changfa thought, but he still accepted the token, but he didn't want to receive favors for nothing, so he said:

"Qi has not left the house for many years, but only then did he know that it was difficult to move. In this way, Qi gave you a 'Armored Car' to you..."

While speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for a few people to answer.

"Fengxian, go and see the hospital owner."

The old man gave an order, and Zhang Wen'an, who was holding the document in his hand, also came hurriedly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the butler of the royal family, even before the old prince was seriously injured, he would do all kinds of things, and he would only summarize the most important things.

At this moment, just like back then, the two brothers felt a little sour.

The old lady served the side with tears in her eyes. Watching the old man flip through the documents, Zhang Wen'an spoke from time to time and explained to him.

After a long time, the old man felt sleepy, put down the file and closed his eyes:

"How many people died when Deyang has severe drought?"

"There are 48,672 people who are on the record..."

Zhang Wen'an lowered his head.

“Where isn’t a book?”

The old man's palm trembled slightly.

"No less than one million people..."

Swish!

The fiery eyes burst out from the old man's turbid eyes. He grabbed the big chair and held his hands heavily, and a ferocious look appeared on his shriveled face:

"One million people?!"

Plop!

Zhang Wen'an knelt down on the ground, burst into tears, and cried: "I am incompetent for my brother, and I am incompetent for my brother..."

"Old man..."

The old lady looked worried and couldn't help but scatter a stream of true energy to calm her mood.

"Damn it, kill it!"

The old man coughed repeatedly, and his fingers were getting cold:

"Where is the Lord of Deyang Palace?"

"Beheaded by Xu Wenji..."

"Where is the Lord of Qingzhou Prefecture?!"

"Being Yang Yu, Lingchi in Qingzhou City..."

"Okay! OK! OK!"

The old man stood up suddenly, and a flush appeared on his face:

"Where is Prison Yang?!"

"he……"

Zhang Wen'an smiled bitterly: "I was wanted by the court and fled to the northwest and rebelled..."

quiet!

The hall suddenly became aware of needles, and the old man's breathing became heavier and heavier. After a while, he collapsed on the chair and was sweating profusely:

"It should be against it, it should be against it!"

Seeing him like this, the old lady felt sad and shed tears:

"Don't worry about it..."

Zhang Wenan was worried and hurriedly explained the causes and consequences, without reservation, including how he suggested and how to send Yang Yu away.

"The world is in chaos, the world is in chaos..."

The old man's chest was undulating, and he felt the flames surging in his heart, but he couldn't spit it out.

After a while, I looked at the old lady:

"You are wrong, you are all wrong..."

"What, what?"

The old lady hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"Long Yuan Dao, you can't defend..."

The old man said twistedly.

"Can you keep it!"

Zhang Wen'an suddenly looked up:

"I'm here to swear that even if I fight to the death, I will still defend my ancestral property! If Prison Yang wants to offend me, Long Yuan, it will be necessary..."

"Wrong."

The old man spoke, looking at his incompetent brother, for a moment, his emotions surged, and he almost wanted to slap him:

"I, Zhang, Longyuan, guards the border for the country. Do you think the enemy is Yang Yu? Troubled times are coming, the building is about to collapse, and foreign races will surely invade the border...

What are you still thinking about 'ancestral property'?!"

"Brother..."

Zhang Wen'an didn't dare to say anything, just worried that he would be so angry:

"In your opinion, what should we do..."

"Take it, come in the pen and ink."

The old man struggled to calm down his breath and picked up the pen tremblingly.

Zhang Wen'an slowly grinded it, swept away his light and changed color. If it weren't for the majesty of his elder brother, he would have almost cried out.

I saw the old man's pen passing by:

"...If the world is in chaos, foreign races will definitely invade. At that time, if our Zhang family is not in good condition, then all the heroes in Longyuan can be taken away!"

...

...

The spring breeze came overnight, and the deep winter, which was much older than in previous years, finally passed.

Inside and outside Heishan City, many pear blossoms have bloomed quietly, and the turquoise color is stained on the earth and spread towards the end of the sky.

At this moment, the weather was still a little chilly, but the people who had almost missed the farming period had completely ignored it and were sowing the seeds day and night.

Thanks to the special nature of Heishan City, the heavy snow has been going on for months, and the nearby farmland has not been frostbite.

"Old woman, slow down, slow down..."

Behind the Land Temple, the old man hurried forward and took over the work he had made in his wife.

"This little guy can't come out."

Grandma Yang stroked her lower abdomen, feeling helpless.

"This is in a hurry..."

The old man helped his wife back to the temple and accidentally swept to the corner of the wall, a little surprised:

“When did a tree grow?”

"There is really a sapling?"

Grandma Yang was also a little curious, so she went up to take a look, a little surprised:
Chapter completed!