The end of the hero, the evening scene is bleak.

There was an heir under his knees in front of him, and he was blocked outside the gate of the royal city, and he was ruthless and ruthless to drink Murong Anlan to die generously, otherwise he would not want to step into the Murong royal family.

Later, there was the aggressive governor Qin Moxie, who vowed to cut off his head.

In the end, it turned out to be the grandson of an old friend.

"Hey."

Murong Anlan let out a long sigh.

He wanted to take a few more looks, the mountains and rivers of Murong Wangcheng, every grass and tree?

There, it used to be a hot place for him to compete for hegemony, and it was also the place where he Murong Anlan became famous, but now he has fallen to the point that he can't even go back home?

Jin Ge Iron Horse for most of his life.

A lifetime of meritorious kings.

It's time to return to the roots, and the soul is gone.

The side plug is vast, and the evening breeze is sad.

A hanging sunset, slowly setting in the west.

The next moment, the goshawk and the sunset flew together, and the yellow sand grew together in the sky.

"Ahem."

Murong Anlan sat in the carriage and coughed a few times with a difficult expression.

Murong Qingyi, who was in a panic, hurriedly patted Murong Anlan's back.

Murong Anlan smiled and said in a generous tone, "It's okay, I, Murong Anlan, have been through strong winds and waves all my life, and I have also stood on the top of the common people, shining brightly." ”

"This life is so exciting, in fact, there are no regrets."

Murong Qingyi stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears hanging on both sides of his cheeks, and he was miserable.

"Human lives are sometimes exhausted, look at the point." Murong Anlan carefully smoothed Murong Qingyi's long hair and comforted.

Murong Qingyi was still silent.

"Child, you were born in this princely family, you should have been mentally prepared, family infighting, cannibalism is equivalent to commonplace, it is a common thing."

Murong Anlan continued, "Hetu's accident back then was not an isolated case. ”

Murong Qingyi fell into deep thought.

"Tsing Yi, your father has no interest in power all his life, and I can't force him."

Murong Anlan said, "So, since you became an adult, I was ready to ...... after my death."

Murong Qingyi's expression was slightly stunned, and his mouth widened in disbelief.

"There is a big problem with the royal family, if it is controlled by Murong Kang, my Murong royal family will not be able to stand for long." Murong Anlan said with a little pity.

Murong Qingyi was stunned in place, speechless.

"The Northern Dynasty died Huangfu Taiyi, even though the power of the family immediately fell into a state of being divided by all parties, but everyone knows that in the end of the power game, it must depend on Li Chunyang's attitude, do you know why?"

Murong Anlan asked.

"Is it because Li Chunyang has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in his hands, and he is in charge alone?" Murong Qingyi replied.

Murong Anlan nodded, "The Northern Dynasty does not have a nominal helmsman now, so Li Chunyang is a well-deserved regent. ”

Regent.

Interfere in the government and respect himself as the king.

It can support the second lord, and it can also depose any new lord of the Northern Dynasty who is elected by the public.

In other words, what Li Chunyang does now, he doesn't need to ask the advice of the Northern Dynasty, and he is completely capricious and willful.

Murong Qingyi said in surprise, "According to Grandpa's meaning, if Li Chunyang rebels, the Northern Dynasty will not be able to control him at all?" ”

"He's not going to rebel." Murong Anlan shook his head.

"Huangfu Taiyi has the grace of knowing Li Chunyang, if there is no Taiyi, there will be no battlefield famous Li Chunyang, this old and strong horseman, in fact, is more loyal to Huangfu Taiyi than anyone else."

"But the problem is also here, he is loyal to Huangfu Taiyi, not the Northern Dynasty."

"As Taiyi's legacy, Li Chunyang can swear to protect it, but he doesn't need to listen to anyone's opinion."

Murong Qingyi's eyes widened, and he didn't understand why Murong Anlan would say this to him.

It stands to reason that the family affairs of the Huangfu royal family have nothing to do with the Murong royal family.

However, Murong Qingyi, who has always been smart, slowly sorted it out and understood the meaning of Murong Anlan's words.

"Grandpa, this is ......," Murong Qingyi looked in a trance.

"I'll ask you one thing now, can't you bear to watch the royal hegemony that grandpa has accumulated for most of his life fall into the hands of Murong Kang, a beast with wolf ambitions?"

Murong Anlan asked in a deep voice.

Murong Qingyi gritted his teeth and said, "I, I can't bear it." ”

"That's good."

Murong Anlan clenched Murong Qingyi's palm and muttered, "After I leave, you will return to the Murong royal family as if nothing happened." ”

"As long as Murong Kang dies, he has no reason to move for other side clansmen, and he doesn't dare to move."

"When the time comes, remember to take back the royal power."

Murong Qingyi looked at the seriously injured father outside the carriage, and the young back of the man who fell in love, and muttered to himself in a panic, "Can I do it?" ”

Murong Anlan didn't squeak.

His right hand reached into the cuff, took out a token, and handed it to Murong Qingyi's palm, and asked, "This is the royal decree of my clan, give it to Ning Hetu." ”

Murong Qingyi was dazed at first, but then his eyes lit up, "Grandpa, this is ......"

"From now on, he will be the regent of my clan, and also your biggest backer, one day you feel that the time is ripe, you will tell the world and take the initiative to take refuge in Ning Hetu."

"Do you know what I mean?"

Murong Qingyi's eyes were full of tears, and he nodded almost numbly.

Was this the last word before he died?

The five fingers subconsciously clenched Murong Wang Ling, this young woman who was born weak and pure, and there was a monstrous killing intent in the depths of her pupils, "Murong Kang!" ”

Decades of prosperity.

Once gone.

Murong Anlan didn't know if it was right or wrong for him to make such a choice.

However, these are all afterthoughts, and I can't care about it so much.

In the future, whether this north is a monopoly or a competition between all parties depends on whose fate is good.

"Woohoo."

Outside the carriage.

The mourning flags agitated, and the goshawks whispered.

Coiled in mid-air, flickering and flickering.

Qin Moxie, who had always held the hilt of the knife with his right hand, began to formally look at Ning Chen, who was outstanding in appearance and prominent in the royal robe, "I heard that Ning Jian has ignored nothing for decades, and only cultivates one of his grandsons. ”

"Is that you?"

Ning Chen nodded undeniably, smiling.

"No wonder he dared to let me out."

Qin Moxie raised his toes and said lightly.

Ning Chen frowned, "Are you really going to move my grandfather?" ”

"Although the north is big, but I, Qin, someone, have been crisscrossing the north decades ago, where can I go, who can't kill anyone?"

This sentence seems to be a bit of an answer.

However, the implication is too obvious.

How could Ning Chen not hear it?

He moved sideways in one step, and his five fingers touched the hilt of the sword of the Great Liang Dragon Bird, "Before moving my grandfather, first pass the level of my Ninghe Diagram." ”

Qin Moxie covered the corners of his mouth under the helmet.

A strange smile flickered.

Disdainful.

Not far away, Murong Kang was secretly ordering his entourage to be ready for battle.

Once there is a variable, kill Murong Anlan first.

(End of chapter)