"Youshan and Xia Kingdom are in line with each other, with lips and teeth interdependent. This Yuanwu Alliance must work together to prevent the wolves from peeping!"

Xie Lingyun's voice was round and pleasant, with a soft smell, and she expressed her interests in front of Fang Yuan: "This time... if the Lord of the Palace wants to establish a national system, my Xia Kingdom will definitely support it!"

"Is the situation so far?"

Fang Yuan was a little unconscious.

Founding a country... I didn't expect that the small things I did casually had come to this point.

But the next moment, he saw the weakness of the Xia royal family.

Even with Taoist Mu Li and a guardian of Wuzong, the Xia Kingdom was still very weak at this time.

After all, Youshan Mansion has been cut off from it, and even Xiayang Mansion has been crippled by war. It is not possible to recover and accumulate strength in one or two days.

"In addition to state affairs, there is another private matter..."

Xie Lingyun looked around and said to him: "I heard that the Lord of the Palace has accepted two disciples? I wonder if he is interested, so he will accept another one?"

"oh?"

Fang Yuanyixiao: "Is this the determination of your Xia royal family?"

He had unexpectedly expected that when the gamble was taking place, the Xia royal family was still betting on him.

After all, his rise is definitely like a thorn on the back for Yuanwu and other countries.

"I have figured it out. In this chaotic world, if Xia Kingdom wants to rise, he can only take a gamble!"

Xie Lingyun paid a great prayer: "Lingyun is not talented, so I would like to ask the head of the palace to serve as the national teacher of the State of Xia, and to deliver the fortune of the country, and from then on, we will depend on each other in life and death from now on, and we will never leave each other! As a ceremony of apprenticeship, our Xia treasury, the royal family privately kept it, and we can open it to the national teacher as much as possible and ask for it!"

‘Is this a full surrender to myself?’

Fang Yuan was also a little moved: "I didn't expect that I could see Wang Juzhen's color at this time!"

After pondering for a while, he said, "I agree to the matter of the disciple, so I will accept a registered disciple. Where is the others?"

"Far from the sky, near from the sight!"

Xie Lingyun burst into laughter, like a flower blooming: "What do you think of me? Can qualifications be fostered?"

...

The autumn wind is bleak.

Above the grassland, a cavalry team cheered and roared, driving away their prey.

In the team, several cavalry flew out, and the leader was a young man in his twenties, wearing a golden crown and a rough face. He was guarding the elite cavalry on both sides, with a strong spirit.

At this time, I saw a yellow sheep, and immediately bent my bow and arrow, and suddenly released it.

call out!

The arrow cut through the void like a meteor, shot straight into the yellow sheep's left eye and penetrated out of the right eye without hurting the fur.

"Okay! The Eight Prince is good at archery!"

The cavalry around them applauded, and some of them saw the opportunity quickly, so they immediately went over and picked up the prey and showed it to the people around them.

"In autumn, all beasts are specially ate to be fat and strong in order to survive the winter, which is the best time to hunt!"

The eighth prince smiled and slapped the bow and arrow: "What's the fun of just a yellow sheep? It's better to catch hungry wolf and cheetah, and it's just a little smell..."

This Eight Prince is the youngest son of the Yuan Dynasty. The Yuan Dynasty prospered from the back of a horse. Even if the country was established, it was still strong in the Hu Feng. One of them was the inheritance system for the youngest son.

In the past, the rate of premature death was too high on the grassland. After the father and brother died in battle, it was common for young children who had just grown up to establish a family.

Even though he had been enjoying the country for a long time, the power of habit was still extremely powerful, which made many people regard the Eight Prince as the crown prince, and gathered a group of people to look at him.

"Today is over..."

After galloping for a while, the Eighth Prince held the reins and looked south: "I don't know when I can step on the southern mountain and hunt the world! A real man should do this!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

In history, there have been frictions among the Yuanwu Alliance, especially the two major powers of Yuanwu.

Before this alliance, Wu Kingdom had a minor upset, which obviously made them covetous.

"It's a pity... the second brother who killed Wu Guo was defeated before..."

The Eighth Prince shook his head and sighed: "Father was very happy. He rewarded the second brother with a lot of good things, and added his headquarters..."

I have to say that this is also one of the reasons why he started to pursue the southern expedition.

The Eighth Prince saw it very clearly that even if traditions are beneficial to him, it does not guarantee that he will sit on the throne.

Not to mention, the father was in full swing in spring and autumn, and the younger brothers below were growing up quickly and would soon become more adults. By then, his status would be very embarrassing.

In order to protect himself and gain a glimpse of the throne, the Eighth Prince must have made some contributions to convince the Yuan Kingdom.

What else can compare to the South?

"This dimension of the Wu Alliance is my opportunity! Among the southerners, the Wu Kingdom is the most powerful. Just from the perspective of military power, the Wu Kingdom is no longer as far as our country. Next, it is a comparison of high-end combat power!"

The Eighth Prince waved his hand and called a confidant: "This dimension of the Wumenghui, the kings of various countries, and even the new spiritual master Wuzong will attend. Has anyone ever appeared during this period?"

His confidant was wearing a black robe and a magic drum hanging around his waist. His surface was scarlet and he always had an unforgettable blood. Even the drum stand was pale, like a real bone.

This is a spiritual sage on the grassland. Of course, the Yuan Dynasty prefers to be called a shaman.

"The Southern Kingdom is in chaos. In the past six months, a powerful vassal state among them, Xia!, has also split, and a palace has been separated directly!"

The shaman's voice was sharp, like a metallic attack: "The new Lord of Youshan Palace, named Fang Yuan, is not only proficient in shaman's magic, but also a powerful warrior!"

"Rumor... his spell can control spiritual plants, turning the entire city into a flower and plant demon, swallowing tens of thousands of troops from the Wu Kingdom in one bite!"

"And, his force is also very powerful, not below the number one warrior in our Yuan Kingdom!"

...

The shaman obviously had a spy in the south. Although he was in the grassland, information about Fang Yuan was still reported continuously.

"Is Fang Yuan?"

The Eighth Prince was stunned and then said, "I didn't expect that there would be such an excellent person among the Southerners. He is our enemy! We should take a good look at this alliance."

"Not only that... news came from Wu Kingdom, they also wanted to get rid of this person. We may be able to join forces! If necessary, their national teacher Wu Wudao and General Feilong can help secretly!"

If Fang Yuan heard this, he would inevitably be speechless.

Wu Kingdom and Yuan Kingdom are the mortal enemies of the enemy. They had fought hard on the grassland before.

But at this time, due to his reasons, there was a possibility of collusion.

"Haha... promise them! Why don't you?"

The Eighth Prince laughed: "This is what the Southern people look like! They will fight against each other when they die, attack each other, and destroy their foundation. Isn't the same with Xie Daoling at the time?"

"good!"

The shaman next to him nodded repeatedly: "The Southerners like internal struggle the most. If they can unite sincerely, then our Yuan Kingdom will be in danger and can only hide deep in the Yuanrong grassland. But at this time, we are given a chance! This time, the Khan deliberately ordered the Eighth Prince to represent the Yuan Kingdom, which is a great opportunity for us to observe other countries!"

"That's right! That's right!"

The Eighth Prince nodded repeatedly.

"Report!"

At this moment, in the line between the junction of the grassland and the sky, a black dot appeared, quickly escaped and came on a horse.

"The Eighth Highness!"

But when he saw the man and horse like a dragon, he came to the Eighth Prince, stopped in an instant, and instantly turned from extreme movement to extreme tranquility. Everything was extremely mature and flowing without any stagnation.

The knight immediately turned over and dismounted and gave a big gift: "Your Highness conquered the Xiye tribe and returned with great victory!"

"Brother is back too!"

When the Eight Prince heard this, he breathed a lot and felt a little depressed.

The scene of fighting for the throne has been staged among their brothers, but when the eldest prince comes back, he obviously values ​​the Yuanwu Alliance!

"Could he still want to replace me?"

The Eighth Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a cold light inside his eyes.

"And... the eldest prince presented the saint of the Xiye tribe to the Khan, the pearl on the grassland - Princess Zimeng! It is said that the entire hall was intoxicated at that time, and the Khan was very happy and gave a great reward..."

"My big brother..."

The Eighth Prince was speechless, and at the same time, he felt a little more solemn.

When it comes to fighting for the crown prince, he cannot retreat and has nowhere to retreat. After all, too many people have already placed their life, death, honor and disgrace on him.

...

Wuguo.

"The army sets off!"

With the orders, ten thousand martial soldiers formed a square formation, shouting and shouting, and their momentum was quite strong.

Even though the Wu Kingdom had a crushing defeat before, the confidence was still there. These 10,000 people were selected from the top of the national soldiers, with excellent quality, and every one of them was a ready-made corps chief.
To be continued...