An unspeakable emotion is brewing, the cold night of hunger and cold, the near-hopeless situation, the uncertain future, and the family who is about to die tragically.

Everyone's heart is very heavy, very uncomfortable, and they can't help but ask themselves, why is this? What is the basis for this?

King Zuoxian, who was resting with thick fur, sat up, after all, he was a noble prince, he had thick fur to keep out the cold, the best food, mare's milk tube was enough, and he was covered with felt cloth under his body, although it was far less than living in a tent, but it was barely able to keep out the cold.

However, he is not asleep, he is also thinking about what to do tomorrow. However, he didn't think that he would die on the grassland, because he was the venerable King Zuoxian.

It is naturally impossible for these supplies and horses to support all of them out of the grassland, but there is no problem in supporting a dozen people out of the grassland.

It would be best if they could come across a small tribe or a wandering shepherd to loot, or if the snow would soon stop, and the snow would not be thick enough to trap them.

If it really accumulates a few feet of snow and can't replenish supplies, then only some people can be sacrificed! King Zuoxian, who was thinking slowly, made up his mind.

King Zuo Xian, who was thinking like this, suddenly sat up, because he felt something in his heart, he vaguely heard whispers, and he also felt that the atmosphere had changed somewhat.

He was a little vigilant, and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you tired after a day's journey?" I'm going to continue my journey tomorrow, so let's get some rest! ”

"Lord Wang, how can you rest on such a cold day! Moreover, how can you rush with such a heavy snowfall? One of the guards couldn't help muttering.

King Zuo Xian said sharply: "Why can't you rest?" Isn't the body of this king's daughter also sleeping in the wild? You are all warriors on my steppe, are you still afraid of heavy snow? ”

Everyone was speechless when they heard it, you are naturally not afraid, there is felt cloth spread on the ground, and thick fur covers the body to keep out the cold, of course you are not afraid of the cold!

The whispering voice had long disappeared without a trace, only the north wind was whistling, and King Zuo Xian said in a somewhat vigilant voice: "Everyone is resting separately, don't get together!" ”

On such a cold day, everyone can huddle together to keep warm and let everyone separate, why is this? Do you want everyone to find guilt?

A guard couldn't help but say: "Lord Wang, everyone can protect against the cold when they are gathered together on such a cold day, why do you need to be alone, it's too cold!" ”

Zuo Xianwang said coldly: "What? Do you dare to question even the words of this king? ”

The guards were intimidated by the prestige that King Zuo Xian had always had, and bowed his head and said, "My subordinates don't dare!" ”

Zuo Xianwang said coldly: "Aren't you too cold? Then you don't have to rest tonight, go out and keep watch! lest a pursuer come after him in the night! ”

When the guards heard this, they froze all of a sudden, and drove him out to set up a sentry, this is to force him to a dead end, this is to kill him!

The guard said astringently: "Lord Wang, my subordinates left a family and followed the prince south without hesitation, and asked the prince to spare my life for the sake of my loyalty!" ”

King Zuo Xian said coldly: "Your life is originally the king's, you dare to question the king again and again, what is the use of the king keeping you?" ”

The more this time, the more he wants to stand up, and King Zuo Xian also has the idea of killing him to make an example.

At this time, the people around him smiled and said: "Lord, Samba has also been with you for many years, and he has always been loyal, but he just likes to complain a little, and please spare him this time!" ”

King Zuo Xian said in a cold voice: "Meng Kun, he is questioning this king, and you are still interceding for him?" ”

Meng Kun said with a smile: "Lord Wang, my subordinates also feel that there are not many people now, and it is good to have more than one person to serve the prince." ”

Now that the materials are scarce, King Zuo Xian wishes that more people would die, not only to free up materials, but also to kill chickens and monkeys, how good!

Zuo Xianwang pulled out the scimitar in his waist with a snort, and walked towards Samba, and the people around him were all quiet, looking at the scene blankly, with a very ugly expression.

Samba looked at King Zuo Xian, who was walking with a knife, and stepped back in a panic, Meng Kun had the heart to persuade him, and opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Samba shook his head and smiled: "Okay, it's good for the prince to kill me!" Anyway, my family is going to be killed, and Huangquan Road is also a neat family! I, Samba, have been born and died for the prince for so many years, and I lost the lives of my family, and in the end I was killed by the prince himself, ha, haha! ”

Everyone listened to it, and they all had a kinship.

The chill in King Zuo Xian's eyes deepened, because Samba's words were definitely encouraging, if it was before, these words would be like fart, but now it is different.

King Zuo Xian quickened his pace and said in a deep voice: "Who gave you the wealth of your life?" It's the king! It was given to you by this king! But you dare to question this king, do you think you deserve to die? ”

Samba looked at the scimitar that was getting closer and closer, his body collapsed tightly, and his right hand clenched his fist tightly, but in the face of Zuo Xianwang's prestige, he didn't have the courage to pull out the scimitar on his waist after all.

Everyone watched this scene nervously, they had a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox, but they also felt extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on their chests, making them speechless.

They just hoped that Meng Kun could persuade the prince again, because Meng Kun had always been one of the prince's most relied on guards, and Samba had always been Meng Kun's right-hand man.

But Meng Kun didn't say anything more to persuade the prince, and seemed to be intimidated by the prince's might.

The prince is the prince after all, with the blood of the golden family flowing in his body, he is a noble nobleman on the grassland, even if Samba is worried about his life immediately, he does not dare to resist or escape.

King Zuo Xian walked quickly in front of Samba and raised the scimitar in his hand.

There was a pop.

A muffled grunt sounded.

Blood splattered Samba's face, and Samba opened his eyes to find that the prince was still holding the scimitar high, and the scimitar had not fallen.

Not only that, but the prince's face was full of incredible expressions.

What happened? Samba looked down slightly, only to find that a boning knife had passed through Zuo Xianwang's body from behind, revealing a bright tip.

Someone killed the prince! Samba took two steps back, a look of shock on his face.

Someone killed the prince with a boning knife in the back of the prince, and there was only one person behind the prince! Samba looked at it suddenly, and found that Meng Kun was holding a long boning knife in his hand, and the boning knife stabbed deeply into the back of the prince.

Meng Kun's hand had always been steady, especially when he held the knife, but now his hand trembled slightly.

He frowned deeply and looked at his hand holding the boning knife, as if he had encountered some great problem.