The sudden death of Grummu brought severe turmoil to the originally stable Yuezhi. Wusun in the north and Qiang people in the south sent people here as soon as possible, called mourning, but actually came to find out the truth. As long as the Yuezhi is determined to be strong outside and the middle, these grief-faced barbarians will tear off their hypocritical faces as soon as possible and erode the Yuezhi land.

The instability of the political situation also affected the development of business. A large number of merchants left this place of right and wrong. Compared with money, their lives were more expensive. It was time to wait until the dust settled and then opened the market. The decline of the market directly affected the popularity of the city. There were very few people on the street during the sun. In the afternoon, only some sparrows flew by the wide Wangting Street occasionally.

In the royal court, before Jingyi sat on the high throne, the headache-provoking troubles had already come one after another. Before the envoys who went to Qin to report the funeral in the royal court had set out, the envoys of Wusun and Qiang came early and uninvited. The caught off guard was staring at the ministers in the court, trying to tell from the middle who was colluding with outsiders.

The messenger with a small braid in the Wusun Kingdom was standing in the middle of the hall and spitting out, and the messenger of the Qiang tribe held his shoulders not far away and sneered.

"Young head man, although I don't understand why Grum is abolishing the eldest son and establishing the youngest son, we can't control your internal affairs, but your prince once sent the Baili grassland on the edge of the desert to our country in exchange for our support. Logically speaking, when the old man passed away, the eldest son should inherit the position of the head man and promised that our grassland should be fulfilled to us, but it turned out to be the current situation. However, for us, it doesn't matter who is the head man. As long as the promised grassland is handed over, we can get our support!"

I don’t know where this little braid got the confidence. I had already shown my greedy face naked, but I was just saying it was just as reasonable as if it was really a loss to Yuezhi!

Jing Yi took out his ears, called the eunuch next to him in disconfidence, clicked the braid below, and asked strangely: "Are he asking me for the ground? And is he using the reason to support his elder brother's rebellion? Is he stupid or am I stupid?"

The eunuch scratched his head and said in a puzzled tone: "It seems that we owe others what he is, but after careful consideration, what they said is nothing. Even if it is true, it was agreed by the eldest prince. You have nothing to do with the leader."

Jing Yi smiled and said, "I'm just curious about who made him think he's going to take me. Could it be the Qiang tribe next to me?"

He pointed to the Qiang envoy, and Jing Yi said, "What's wrong with your Qiang? Let's talk about it together."

The Qiang envoy stroked the wrinkles on his clothes, walked casually to the middle of the hall, bowed in a hurry, and said with a grin, "Our Qiang king just arranged for me to come and go to the funeral, and there was no other arrangement. But we were a little curious and didn't know whether to talk or not."

The Qiang envoy smiled, and without waiting for others to speak, he pointed the high throne with his fingers and said to himself: "As we all know, people who can sit in that position are not easy. I think there are countless assassins that I have encountered in my life, but I have never heard of anyone who has really been successfully defeated by an assassin. It's right, who hasn't had any means to deal with it yet."

As soon as the subject changed, the Qiang envoy showed a strange face and squeezed his eyebrows and joked: "This matter seems simple, but if you think about it carefully, you always feel something is wrong. What we hear is just your one-sided words. Who knows whether the prince was killed when he rebelled or the king failed to serve the king? Even if you use assassination as an excuse to block Youyou's mouth, you may also be muttering in your own hearts. Why did the prince die? Who was assassinated by your leader? In this storm, who has benefited the most?"

Jing Yi's face was gloomy. This Qiang envoy was much more troublesome than the Wusun people. Wusun was just pursuing profits, while the Qiang people were pursuing their hearts!

"Bold!" Before Jingyi could speak, Mu Zhan next to him walked to the two messengers with a straight face, twisted his neck, and looked back and forth on the two messengers, as if he was looking at where to cut the knife.

"Two little messengers dare to question my Yuezhi leader. You are not worthy!" After Mu Zhan finished speaking, he pointed out outside the door with his chin, "Get out!"

"Hmph! Is this your Yuezhi's way of treating others?" Qiang Envoy said with even more sarcastic expression on his face and said without fear: "You can drive us out of the hall or even kill us secretly, but do you really think this matter was let go so easily? You are confused, our Qiang people are not confused! The Qiang and Yue people are neighbors with water. How can you not help if you have any trouble? To tell you the truth, we are the third prince of your Yuezhi. Please help find out the truth!"

"Third brother?" Jing Yi's face turned completely dark. It seemed that there were still many people who were secretly preparing. I just didn't know when the third brother was involved in the Qiang people.

His eyes turned to the third prince who walked to the hall, and saw that the third brother, who was usually timid, looked a little weak. He was straightened with his belly and straightened his waist. The clothes of gold silk were exposed in the mourning clothes he pulled out. The golden silk was a specialty of the Qiang tribe, and only the royal tribe had the right to use it. The third brother actually had one. It seemed that the Qiang tribe had a lot of investment.

"Second brother! Although the father has a lasting order and orders should not be corrected again, the father's death is strange. The third brother is incompetent and cannot protect the father, but he is unwilling to let the real murderer go to justice! The third brother is willing to do his best to bring the murderer to justice! He will do his best to be filial to the father!" The fat and fat boy said it righteously, making people unable to find any wrong.

Jing Yi leaned back, but there was no warmth in his heart. The cold voice echoed in the hall, as if he was making his final farewell to his brothers.

"Is this what you mean, or does the other brothers mean this."

"To be honest, all the brothers are not convinced by your leader. If your father and elder brother die, you will benefit the most. It is possible to kill your father and brother for the sake of the throne. In addition, the Qiang tribe has been with me for many years and is fair in doing things. Considering that your people are suspicious, let the Qiang tribe help investigate. By the way, I will marry the Qiang king's daughter in a few days, so the Qiang tribe is not outsiders to us..."

"What do you mean is that before the father's body is cold, are you going to marry? Or is he the daughter of the Qiang King?" The voice of Yan Yi suppressed his anger. This is the precursor to the fight between the same family, and his father's hope was still dashed.

"What's wrong with this? The most important thing now is to make your father Zhaoxue, and everything else is the last quarter!" Yan Hai put himself in the position of a filial son and was deeply involved in the role, but the fat little eyes shone with cunning light.

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