The old ministers could no longer hold back and finally spoke loudly to persuade.
Their intention is already very obvious, they want Nangong Jinsheng to agree to Fenhun's suggestion!
In the hearts of these ministers, everything related to the overall situation and the interests of the country is the most important. In order to achieve the goal, even if it violates their own conscience, it is inevitable! This is also what must be endured to achieve the emperor's career.
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However, Nangong Jinsheng is Nangong Jinsheng after all, and he is still the upright, sentimental, and vigorous seventh prince of Nanzhao! Those veterans will never understand how important his father and brothers are in his mind!
"I and the poison masters of Miaojiang are at odds with each other! If you want Nanzhao to form an alliance with them, unless I, Nangong Jinsheng, die! Anyone who dares to persuade me will be treated as an enemy!" [
Nangong Jinsheng's decisive voice came, low and firm, leaving no room for negotiation. Every word made Fenhun, who collapsed on the ground, feel as if he had been struck by lightning!
All the old ministers let go of Nangong Jinsheng's hand. They all looked at everything in front of them with a sad and regretful expression, shaking their heads and sighing. Even all the Nanzhao soldiers present were angry and determined.
His eyes, at this moment, also dropped sadly.
The Seventh Prince's will was firm and could not be disobeyed! From the moment he insisted on putting Burning Soul to death, they had a vague premonition in their hearts that Nanzhao Kingdom might really disappear from Fengyun Continent forever! Never again!
Unable to restore past status and glory...
Is it really worth sacrificing this life for the sake of revenge for one's father and brother?
Only Nangong Jinsheng knows!
The seventh prince walked heavily in front of Fenhun, who was waiting to be killed. He raised the long sword in his hand high. For a long time, Nangong Jinsheng's heart skipped a beat, and the sharp sword blade fell straight down...
"Wait a minute!"
Suddenly, a clear female voice came to my ears.
This voice was so familiar that Nangong Jinsheng was suddenly shocked. When he looked around, it turned out that Qing Kuang had already flown over.
"Seventh Prince! Fenhun's life cannot be taken for the time being!"
"What? Qingkuang, are you trying to persuade me to join forces with them?" Nangong Jinsheng asked in surprise.
Qing Kuang waved his hands and said:
"That's not the case! It's just that keeping Fenhun's life has a greater use!
Seventh Prince, if you can trust me, Feng Qingkuang, then let me take him back to the capital of Nanzhao Kingdom. I, Feng Qingkuang, can promise you here in the name of the entire Fengyun Kingdom that when the matter is accomplished, I will personally hand over Burning Soul to you.
It’s in your hands and I’ll let you do whatever you want!”
After hearing this, Nangong Jinsheng thought for a moment, then slowly put down his sword and said:
"Of course I can trust Feng Qingkuang! In this case, I will leave Burning Soul to you!"
"Thank you, Seventh Prince!"
Qingkuang gave a gentle salute to Nangong Jinsheng, and then waved his hand. Lei Zhu, who was accompanying him, stepped forward, tied up Fen Hun, and escorted him to the capital of Nanzhao.
Nangong Jinsheng and all the Nanzhao warriors also rushed back to the city.[
Qing Kuang gave Fen Hun a hemostatic pill to prevent him from dying of excessive blood loss for the time being, and secretly brought him to the commander's tent of Fengyun Army, leaving Nangong Jinsheng in the city to appease the people and clean up the battlefield.
"Burning Soul, tell me where the headquarters of the Temple of Light is in the mountains! Tell me and I will spare your life!"
When Ao Junxie saw Fen Hun, he looked at him sternly and asked.