Mo Ze was stunned for a long time before muttering: "Do I have to be the King of Xirong?"

Mo Shi walked over, patted his shoulder with comfort, and said, "Yes, little prince, the candidate for the new Xirong King is only you. You are kind-hearted. If you become the Xirong King, the eldest prince and the third prince can enjoy a peaceful life safely, but if any of them were the Xirong King, the other two brothers would not have a good end.

You might as well think about what you were doing to leave the capital of Xirong Kingdom and travel around the world."

Mo Ze fell into deep thought, thinking that when he was ten years old, the King of Xirong got a foal. At that time, the King of Xirong loved Mo Ze the most and gave him the foal.

But later, for the sake of this horse horse, the eldest prince and the third prince came to ask for it. He was unwilling to be incompatible with his brothers, so he gave it to him when the third prince came to ask for it.

Later, when the eldest prince came to ask for it, he didn't have a BMW to give it to him, so he could only tell him to give it to the third prince. As a result, the eldest prince went to ask for it. The two of them said nothing, but later they started fighting.

For this matter, Mo Ze felt very sad, so he suggested to King Xirong that he would travel around the world.

Seeing that Mo Ze was pondering and knew that he was remembering the old thing, Mo Shi said, "For a horse, it's still like this. Now it's for the world. I'm afraid the fight will be even more fierce. By then, it will not be an ordinary child fighting, but a life-and-death battle."

Mo Ze thought for a while, and finally nodded and said, "If I can avoid the injury of my eldest brother and third brother, I am willing to be the King of Xirong, but I am just a matter of borrowing troops... With the current national strength of Xirong, 200,000 soldiers, almost all the troops of Xirong, and this army cannot be borrowed."

Mo Shi nodded and said, "When the little prince becomes the King of Xirong, is it not a word from the little prince?"

Seeing that Mo Shi was indeed a delaying plan, Mo Ze felt relieved.

He was willing to make the Western Rong Kingdom surrender to the Northern Qi Dynasty, but in fact it was for the sake of the people of the Western Rong. Northern Qi was strong and the Northern Qi emperor loved the people as much as his son. If the Western Rong could really be under the rule of Northern Qi, the people of the Western Rong would definitely be able to live and work in peace.

However, Chu Yi was thinking about borrowing troops. What can he do if he borrowed troops? Isn’t it just a war, or a war or a war for the people of the Western Rong Kingdom? Who would be willing to fight such a war?

Therefore, Mo Ze was very disgusted with the fact that Emperor Nanchu borrowed troops.

...

The capital of Xirong Kingdom.

Inside a house in the south of the city.

Shui Lingyue prepared lunch and stood at the door and shouted, "My husband, it's time to eat."

Xiao Yichen immediately stood up from the flower bed and smiled at Shui Lingyue, "Hey, here you come."

Xiao Yichen walked out of the flower bed, washed his hands in the small pond next to him, and came to the main hall.

"Wow, so many dishes?"

Looking at the dishes on the table, one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven, six dishes and one soup, it was so rich.

Shui Lingyue smiled and said, "It's nothing to do anyway, so I'm thinking about making a few more dishes and rewarding myself."

Xiao Yichen sat down, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fried meat, and smiled and said, "This is right, we both need to make up for it."

As he said that, his ambiguous eyes turned around Shui Lingyue, and the meaning of the eyes was obvious.

Shui Lingyue's face turned slightly red and she said, "Eat quickly."
Chapter completed!