The messenger of Shimenfan was not one person, but a group of people.

The barbarian who walked in the forefront with his head held high and his chest raised was a barbarian. He looked very young, in his twenties, and his appearance was very handsome. The unique tough expression of the barbarian was clearly revealed in front of everyone through the bulging muscle lines under the leather armor.

The few people behind him were old and young, and were dressed in expensive and cheap. The only thing that was the same was that everyone's face was filled with the joy of the winner.

This expression made the ministers in Dali very uncomfortable. They stood solemnly on one side with their faces gloomy.

Duan Yanzhen led the visitor and stood in front of the queen.

The barbarian looked around and there was a heart-pounding murderous aura in his eyes. Wherever he saw, the people there unconsciously looked away and did not dare to look at him.

After Duan Yanzhen introduced to him that the person sitting high above was the Queen of Dali, the young barbarian took a step forward impolitely, raised his head and bowed to the wooden woman: "I have seen the Queen Qiansui, the general of the Shimen Fan tribe!"

His salute was symbolic, and he did not even bend his waist.

However, no one in the palace corrected him. The barbarian had a long sword hanging around his waist without a scabbard, and his cold light shone intimidated his eyes. I don’t know why Duan Yanzhen didn’t get his weapons.

The queen naturally had no intention of paying attention to these things. She nodded: "Please come here, Is there anything wrong?"

"Mr. Changsun, the ghost king of Shimen, heard that something big happened in Dali City last night. The king and the prince were assassinated at the same time. The country was shaken and the whole country was shaking. Dali was like catkins in the wind, without roots or duckweed." The young barbarian said loudly, and his voice was like a loud bell: "So I sent the last general to go first, and he arrived later to protect Dali and strictly prevent the stingy people from taking the opportunity to cause trouble."

The Dali ministers next to him almost jumped up after hearing this.

Xiaoxiao? You are so embarrassed to say Xiaoxiao, aren’t you just Xiaoxiao? Shimenfan doesn’t make any clear thoughts, will Dali have such a thing? Life is a good thing, it’s just the trick you have!

The queen was so amused that she couldn't say anything, but she just said, "This... Mr. Changsun is intent. Please thank him on behalf of Ai's family. As for Dali's family, we have our own sense of responsibility."

"The queen is not polite. Mr. Changsun has already arrived outside the city. He thought carefully and thought that Dali should not be without a monarch for a day and the country should not be without a master for a day. Therefore, he has sent the Dong family, the founding prime minister of Dali, to select a virtuous and well-known talent among the descendants of the Duan family of Dali, who is both virtuous and talented, and is the right agent for the position of the king of the state. After the queen issued an edict, he could ascend the throne to the emperor!" Natuzhi was prepared for a long time, and smashed the queen's Tai Chi in one sentence and threw out a big news that was enough to make everyone's eyes fall.

"What?!!"

"No!!!"

Many shouted, shocked mixed with endless anger.

"The establishment of the Lord of Dali is the family affairs of Duan. Why should you Shimenfan make the decision?"

"Although the king died, there are several princes alive. The choice of the monarch should be determined by the queen. What's the matter with you choosing someone?"

Na Duozhi turned his face and looked coldly at the angry Dali ministers without saying anything.

People took a step back, but the matter was of great importance and had to bite the bullet. So after a brief shrunk, everyone jumped up again.

"No matter what, this matter must not be done by Shimenfan!"

"The Thirty-six Barbarians will not agree! They are one with Dali, so how can they sit still and ignore it!"

"Shimenfan is only one of the Barbarians. He should have a self-knowledge and should not be so domineering!"

In the noisy chaos, a "choking" dragon sounded, and a cold light shone in the hall.

Natuzhi drew his sword.

His knife is a standard Shimen Fan dragon pattern knife. The sunlight shot in from the window reflects on the blade, reflecting the warm light.

"Mr. Changsun said that if anyone objected, kill him on the spot! No matter who he was!" His words were as cold as his knife, and he was so cold that he was: "You probably made a mistake. I was not here to discuss with you. Mr. Changsun's words were just a decision!"

The reflection of the dragon pattern knife flashed through people's faces, and the effect was very good, and no one spoke anymore.

Queen Dali showed fear, and her hands trembling as she grabbed the armrest of the chair.

The guards inside and outside the side hall were as if they were dumb, deaf, and blind, and no one came up to stop this open disobedience.

Duan Yanzhen lowered his head and stood there silently. He had just seen the Shimenfan army outside, and the shock he was even stronger.

Naduzhi glanced at the audience with satisfaction and nodded to the back.

The Dong family walked up proudly and pushed a teenager.

The boy stepped forward timidly, knelt in front of the queen, and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle."

Natuzhi frowned: "Duan Zhilang, you are the one who wants to be the king of the country. How can you be so unrestrained? Mr. Changsun must be very angry when he finds out."

The young man shivered for a moment. Obviously, the words "Mr. Changsun" were very intimidating to him.

So he straightened his back a little bit and shouted to the queen with a loud voice: "Nephew Duan Zhilang, I have seen the queen for a thousand years! Please issue an edict to Rong Zhilang ascend the throne!"

The queen looked at him in panic, then at Natuzhi, and finally swept her eyes to the ministers of Dali who were swaying.

Here, she is the one who controls everything on the surface, but in fact, the one who controls her is the one below.

Some of the ministers were indignant, some whispered, some were looking around, and some were thinking.

Someone else stood in it, shook his head and waved his hands at her.

Different opinions are like a group of dragons without a leader.

The queen hesitated even more. She sat stiffly, her face changing, not knowing what to do.

At this time, Duan Zhilang took a few steps forward, paused his head again, and said softly in a low tone: "Don't worry, my nephew inherited the treasure, so that my uncle's family can be safe and sound. Hundreds of people from all over the country can be safe and peaceful. It's not to be hiding from it. All the uncle's family is now in the hands of Mr. Changsun. Their life and death are all in my uncle's thoughts."

He looked back at Natuzhi, and saw him nodding slightly, and dared to continue saying: "In fact, if you want to get the throne, you don't need your aunt's approval. The 36 Barbarians of Dali have already appointed Mr. Changsun as the Ghost King. The entire Dali is in the Shimenfan's pocket. The little territory and troops in the hands of several princes are just fireflies and Haoyue. They can deal with their efforts. It is not enough for Mr. Changsun to think that since he wants to support me as the descendant of Duan's family, he still has to do it according to the law, so that there can be less killing and avoid bleeding to the greatest extent."

He looked at the queen, and his eyes were helpless: "My nephew succeeded to the throne, Dali was always in the hands of Duan's family, but he just replaced Gao's family with Changsun family. The king of the country is still from our family, which is better than a foreign surname ascending the throne. Duan's bloodline will not be interrupted, and his clan members will not be slaughtered, and his uncle can still be promoted to become the Supreme Queen safely."

The queen's eyes lit up, and her decadent and wooden face radiated. She hesitatedly glanced at Natuzhi who was standing behind Duan Zhilang, and asked in a low voice: "Is this what you mean, or... Mr. Changsun's meaning?"

"It's Mr. Changsun's meaning." Duan Zhilang said: "Before leaving, his confidant General Duan talked to me, and all the above words were taught to me."

The queen nodded, closed her eyes and thought for a while. When she opened her eyes, her eyes passed Duan Zhilang and looked at Naduozhi: "This... messenger, can the Ai family believe you?"

"Mr. I will do my best." Nadorzhi held the dragon-patterned knife in his palm and received it behind his back: "Everything he said, the Queen Qiansui should believe it."

The queen whispered: "Even if I issue an edict, Duan Zhilang may not be able to sit on the throne, you know..."

"The Queen Qiansui doesn't have to worry too much about other things." Na Duozhi smiled, and the white teeth she showed were extremely beautiful: "Shimenfan can make Duan Zhilang the emperor, he will naturally be able to ensure that he can do it well."

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely dispelling the last bit of concern. She stood up, shook her sleeves, and took out the last dignity of the Queen of Dali in a solemn manner.

"Secretary and eunuchs from the palace to meet Ai's house!" She tried hard to suppress the turbulent waves in her heart, and shouted with all her strength: "Snap to the audience quickly and do not make any mistakes!"

A eunuch agreed to run away.

As soon as the man left the hall, he almost hit an iron wall head-on.

He was surprised to find that this was a wall of humans with a ghost face. The entire side hall was tightly surrounded by this team of iron armored soldiers, and even the rats could not escape.
Chapter completed!