No matter how high-quality the war horses of Dongzhu Huang were, there were only more than a hundred horses, which slightly affected the relationship between the Four Spirits and Yin Valley.

Fengsha has been trying his best to maintain the balance between the two sides and always walking on the tightrope, so he pays attention to this subtle influence, and should not alarm Wang Chen and Mr. Jue.

I never thought that both of them came and brought their respective senior management. What was originally ordinary suddenly became unusual.

Something must have happened that he didn't know.

More than a dozen knights on the running field were racing back and forth with their horses, performing equestrians. The already lively scene was even more lively, and cheers were heard one after another.

Everyone on the main stage also cheered.

In this kind of public occasion, everyone pays great attention to image.

Majestic and luxurious men are more serious than the other, and charming beauties are more dignified than the other.

Men are hypocritical and women are elegant and elegant. I really can't imagine their unrestrained appearance at the Buhenfang Gambling Club.

No matter whether the atmosphere is serious or unrestrained, the wind and sand cannot be integrated, so I sit in the corner and feel absent-minded.

Yunxu's sword servant quietly approached from behind and whispered in his ear: "The princess said that there was a strange Taoist priest in the same room. She secretly asked King Yong, that was Wang Zhen, the eldest brother of His Majesty Dongniao, today."

Fengsha was shocked and lowered his eyes and said, "I understand."

The sword servant bowed and retreated.

The founding emperor of Dongniao set the rules for passing the throne, not that the father died and the son succeeded, but that the brother ended with the brother.

Wang Zhen was the eldest son and should have inherited the throne, but he had long abandoned his official position and ran to become a Taoist priest. In the end, Wang Fan succeeded to the throne, and Wang Fan passed it to Wang Guang after his death.

Of course, things are not as simple as they seem on the surface. They involve a lot of power struggles. The wind and sand can only guess, but the context is still very clear.

Confucianism and Taoism have never been separated from each other and have a close relationship with Yingu.

Since Wang Zhen became a Taoist priest, he was obviously very close to Yin Gu. Wang Fan replaced him ascended the throne, which was beneficial to the Four Spirits.

This game of Four Spirits won.

Wang Zhen only retreated and did not die. Yin Gu must have made great efforts to protect him.

Wang Fan died inexplicably for a few years after he was the emperor. Wang Guangyue surpassed his brother Wang E to succeed the throne. The greatest help was the Yuan Zheng, who was in control of military power and was extremely close to Yin Gu.

In this game, Yin Gu won.

Fengsha personally participated in the next thing.

Wang E relied on the support of the four spirits to rebel and besiege Tanzhou, but was defeated.

Yin Gu won again.

This time, the Four Spirits protected Wang E.

In this period, the wind and sand were deeply involved. It can be regarded as the middle-level manor, eating full at both ends, and sharing the benefits, so it gained a significant influence in Dongniao.

After all, Wang Zhen is the eldest son of the founding emperor of Dongniao and has the most orthodox status.

No matter what the inside story was, after all, he took the initiative to give up the throne. Yu Dongniao's prestige between the court and the country can be imagined. No one, including the current Dongniao Emperor Wang Guang, dared to oppose him...at least he dared not.

No wonder a Marseille game alarmed Wang Chen and Mr. Jue. It turned out that they were important figures who could completely subvert the situation in Dongbird.

The wind and sand were thinking, and a slightly tender female voice sounded behind her: "Can I sit here?"

It was so close that there was no sound of footsteps. Although the environment was noisy, I still scared Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan just held the handle of the knife, and Huisheng was more accustomed to being a guard, and had turned around to protect his master.

The two saw clearly the appearance of the person who came, and their expressions relaxed again.

The person who came was a young Taoist boy, wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun. If it weren't for the Taoist robe and a chest, he would look like an overly handsome little boy.

The face is round, the cheeks are slightly fat, and the white neck is slender, the spirit is extremely flying, and the eyes are particularly rippling.

He laughed vividly and said, "Why are your master running around?"

The female Taoist boy ignored it and stared at Fengsha and asked again: "Can I sit here?"

Fengsha stood up and compared his hands, and smiled and said, "Please sit down."

The female Taoist boy bowed and saw him sit down first before sitting down.

She was very polite to Fengsha and ignored her vivid voice. Her status was distinguished at once.

He was born in the Princess's Mansion and naturally had great sensibility. You can tell that he is a noble person based on his temperament. Not only did he dare not be angry, but he didn't even dare to sit side by side. He knelt on his knees and sat down on the side mat immediately.

Xiao Yan was not afraid of anyone except the master and Yun Benzhen, and sat on the other side and looked at him curiously.

The female Taoist boy looked up and asked, "Are you wind and sand?"

Fengsha nodded: "The female crown knows me?"

The female Taoist boy smiled sweetly: "I haven't added a crown yet! Just call me to follow the spirit."

Fengsha asked, "Miss Congling's surname is Wang?"

The female Taoist boy's head shook into a rattle: "My name is Wu Congling."

The wind and sand were a little clear and confused. I thought about it and didn't ask any more questions.

Wu Congling didn't say anything, staring at him and kept evading.

Fengsha thought he was thick-skinned and couldn't help but look at a little girl like this, so she turned her head and asked, "Miss Congling has something to ask me?"

"The master wants me to pass on a word..."

Wu Congling cleared his throat and looked old-fashioned: "Don't interfere in Marseille today."

Fengsha laughed and said, "I don't understand the master, this is a headless person!"

Wu Congling squinted his eyes and said, "The master also said, if you don't understand, you must be pretending. It's easy to coax me when I'm young."

Her eyes are big and bright, not round and narrow, and she is tall with her eyebrows. She looks at her with aura that is far beyond her age, and she is even considered amazing.

Fengsha's heart beat a few times, and he thought to himself that a dragon-eyed phoenix neck was, and said, "Who is the respected teacher? Do I know him?"

Wu Congling curled his lips and said, "You are pretending, didn't Princess Rou's servant tell you?"

Fengsha said calmly: "Please tell my teacher from Miss Ling that I will not interfere in this fight today."

He had guessed the mystery of this Marseille.

At the beginning of Liucheng, he fought with Mr. Jue.

Neither side wanted to really fight for blood, so they used the Sanhe Gang's standing gang conference in Shengtian Pavilion as a gambling table and threw chips at each other to replace the real bloody battle.

Mr. Jue lost at that time, but he did not admit defeat, so later, both sides fought with real swords and guns.

The situation at that time was similar to that now, except that he changed from a gambler to a spectator.

The racing field below is the gambling table, and the clearly divided people on the subjective stage are the bargaining chips of the Four Spirits and Hidden Valley.

The reason why both sides hid him without any notice was because no one could tell him, for fear that his variables, which could affect the outcome, would be a tacit understanding of him and discard him.

He was so happy that he didn't want to interfere.

Wu Congling looked at him for a few glances, closed his eyes and said, "Just agree." He stood up and bowed, turned around and left.

Xiao Yan leaned over and said angrily: "You promised to be so happy, but she looked down on you."

Fengsha glanced at her: "Like you, I just need to deal with it. But she is young, so I don't care."

Xiao Yan shrank her neck and dared not say anything.
Chapter completed!