The grassland in early spring is not yet blooming, but from a distance, the tender green is faintly reflected under the withered yellow eyes in winter, which is the color of the grass that awakens from the roots.

A lonely four-wheeled carriage slowly rode onto a sand dune. The horses in the Central Plains were not used to taking such a sandy and stone road. It was very difficult to take a step along the way. Two horses were gasping for breath, and the young man driving was also exhausted.

"Brother Duoyou - is Brother Duoyou?" A red horse ran from a distance to the sand dune. On the saddle was a woman of sixteen or seventeen years old, as beautiful as a flower. Women of that era had no serious names, and the daughter of the leader of Wei Rong was no exception. Until now, King Wei Rong, who is Wei Duoyou's uncle, imitated the habits of the Zhou people, called his sister x Wei. This was the daughter of King Wei Rong and the only daughter. Because of her pretty face, people called her Liwei.

Wei Duoyou was very happy to see his cousin, and whistled: "Hey, Li'er, why did you recognize me at a glance from such a distance?"

Liwei also looked excited and even shy: "Brother, you forgot that your crimson horse and my crimson horse are the same mother. It was not what I recognized, but my horse recognized your horse."

"Hahaha," Wei Duoyou patted the scorched horse beside him and smiled: "It's really, I forgot."

Li Wei caught a glimpse of the coffin on the carriage and took a breath: "Brother, what is this?"

Wei Duoyou's face turned stern: "Wei Wu was given poisoned wine by the King of Zhou in Haojing, and this is her coffin."

"Ah, aunt------" Li Wei was shocked, tears rolling in his eyes------

Several Haidongqing were hovering in the air and fighting, with loud chirping coming from time to time. Under the sky is a round and inconspicuous earth mountain, but it has a sacred name - Temple of Heaven. This is where the Weirong tribe prays for blessings to the heaven of Changsheng, and it is also where the tribe leaders and heroes hold funerals.

Wei Wu's coffin was placed straight in the middle of the Temple of Heaven, with several huge logs underneath, filled with firewood and dry grass. King Wei Rong is nearly fifty years old, and his ambitions have been smoothed out by the years, replaced by the layered wrinkles on his face and the white beard on his chest. He personally held the torch and lit the fire. The flames soaring into the sky immediately rushed straight to the sky.

The Wei Rong people present all had solemn expressions, sad eyes, and muttered words, praying to Changshengtian that Wei Wu, the wizard, would be successful in the future. They were sturdy, round and wide-faced, with a tough look, long and large bent bows, with a quiver hanging across their shoulders, with holes on their earlobes, and a golden ring. The Rong people started riding horses and shooting arrows when they were just able to walk, and would not abandon their bows and arrows even when they attended the funeral.

Wei Duoyou quietly swept everyone's face. He was looking for Wei Wu's daughter and his little cousin. Why didn't he attend his mother's funeral? Youdi, his eyes swept to the face of a young man behind King Wei Rong, and the man was also staring at him, his eyes full of resentment. Wei Duoyou was shocked. As the neutron of King Wei Rong, Wei Nu had always been incompatible with him and hated the blood of the Zhou people even more. This time, Wei Wu's affairs were reluctant to be good-----

In the king's tent, King Wei Rong, wearing a golden crown, was sitting on the couch, counting the gifts sent by the Marquis of Xinwei. The female slaves brought some gorgeous clothes, precious jewelry and delicious wine to King Rong to take a look and placed them on the table. This process was interrupted several times by Wei Nu, and shouted with his neck straight: "We Wei Rong are kind-hearted to send the saint, but the Wei people sent her to Haojing, but they lost their lives. Do you want us to forget about such a thing?"

It was not until King Wei Rong was impatient that he ordered him to stop: "Go out for me, stay with me for many friends." Wei Nu then retreated angrily.

Only two were left in the tent, and King Wei Rong asked many friends softly: "Look, should we take revenge on the matter of Wei Wu?"

Wei Duoyou was stunned and instinctively replied, "Uncle, according to my original intention, I naturally don't want us to have a conflict with Weiguo. Over the years, the herdsmen of Weirong's tribe were able to grazle with peace of mind because they were in love with Weiguo. Herdsmen could exchange cattle, sheep, horses for cloth and iron tools from the Central Plains. Without looting, the Weirong's tribe could live a richer life than the other tribes. What's more, if they start a war with Weiguo, wouldn't they be attacked from both sides?"

King Wei Rong raised his eyes: "I know what you mean. The Wuzhong tribe is a branch of the lord. Since moving east to the west, he has been eyeing my Wei Rong tribe. However, Wei Wu died injustice after all, and if he didn't breathe, it would be difficult to convince his subordinates. You saw Wei Nu just now!"

"The affairs of my aunt are indeed wronged. But the Marquis of Wei was originally out of kindness, and he didn't know that things would be so. After the King of Zhou lost his wife, he was moody and everyone in the city of Haojing was in danger. It was also my fault that it was my fault that it was not possible to protect my aunt." Wei Duoyou blamed himself.

King Wei Rong suddenly changed his mind: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. You'er, come back this time and marry Liwei. In this way, after I die, you can ascend the throne as king!"

Wei Duoyou was shocked and knocked over a bowl of goat milk to the ground and bowed to the ground: "Uncle, as the saying goes, "Donald, you have a son but you pass the throne to your nephew. I'm afraid people will not accept it!"

"What is the estrangement? Liwei is my only daughter. If you marry her, I will be my only successor. Who dares to talk nonsense?" King Wei Rong ordered him to sit back on the table and continued: "Although I have several sons, I have been killed in battles with Wuzhong tribe over the years, leaving only one Wei Nu. But he was simple-minded and only wanted to be a hero on the grassland, and he also wanted to annex the Central Plains. Besides, he-----"

King Wei Rong raised his neck, drank all the milky wine in his glass, and gritted his teeth and said, "I can't be sure whether he is my son."

Wei Duoyou was shocked and suddenly remembered a rumor that he had heard in the tribe. Wei Nu's mother was the newly married concubine of the prince of Wuzhong tribe. Not long after her newlyweds, she was robbed back by King Wei Rong when she rode a horse to hunt. Soon after, she became pregnant and gave birth to Wei Nu. Today, looking at her uncle's performance, this rumor was actually true.

He was stunned, but King Wei Rong couldn't wait and asked, "Do you agree? Give me a correct statement! Don't you like Li'er?"

Liwei's beautiful face appeared in front of him. Does he not like her? It seems that no. Even Zhao Zimu planned to marry his wife and sister to him, so what else does he have to think about? It's better to stay in this grassland, and there is no need to bother others to worry about him. Perhaps, he was originally the son of the grassland, so he should return here and live forever.

Thinking of this, he faced his uncle's eager eyes: "But, how should we explain this to Wei Nu?"

King Wei Rong sighed: "Blame him for not being able to achieve something, and also for being a mistaken child. This child is not well-known, but I have been raising him for so many years. I want you to treat him well for the Heaven of Eternity and let him have no worries about food and clothing in the future!"

After hearing this, Wei Duoyou knelt down and swore, "The heaven is above, and I, Wei Duoyou, became King Wei Rong, and I, must treat my brother Wei Nu and his descendants well, so that their wealth and honor will flow like the Yellow River, and that their honor will be as vast as the sky. If there is any lies, the heaven will be punished and the earth will be destroyed!"

"Okay, okay." King Wei Rong nodded repeatedly, and tears came from the corners of his eyes. He and Wei Duoyou did not notice that there was a female slave outside the tent who listened to their conversations sincerely. She was Wei Nu's man.

It was late at night, King Wei Rong was lying in the king's tent. A cold wind blew on him. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Wei Nu lifting the curtain like a ghost and walking in, lying at his feet and crying like a child. King Wei Rong closed his eyes again in annoyed manner and said, "What's wrong with you? He cried like a woman."

"Father, since you don't like me, why did you want to snatch my mother back? Now you have to pass the throne to a bastard of the guards. What's the reason?" Wei Nu said with tears in his eyes, his aggrieved and angry made his thick body tremble.

King Wei Rong understood that the news leaked, and he sighed helplessly and said, "Are you my son and even your mother dared to guarantee it? Besides, you don't have the ability to govern the country and are simple-minded and think that you can annex the Central Plains with the courage of a man. It's simply a dream! Liwei is my daughter. If Duoyou marry her, the children born will be my bloodline. My grassland nation takes mother first. Duoyou is my nephew and will be my son-in-law in the future. What's wrong with me?"

He said so many things in one breath, and was so tired that he gasped. Wei Nu had no intention of going forward to help him, but just stared at him and asked, "Don't you change your mind?"

King Wei Rong said angrily: "I am the king!"

Wei Nu picked up a large piece of soft cake from the desk, walked to his father's bed and said, "Then don't blame me for being rude!"

King Wei Rong was shocked and angry and wanted to call for guards, but his son held it down. Wei Nu stuffed the soft cake in his hand into his father's throat, nostrils, and muttered: "Who else do you want to call? The king's tent has been controlled by my warriors. When you die, I will kill the bastard of the guards and then marry your precious daughter to the King Wuzhong. Back then, you snatched his woman, and now you should give him a wife!"

King Wei Rong struggled desperately, but Wei Nu's arm held him like iron pliers. His father's nails grabbed countless bloody sons on the back of his son's hand, but Wei Nu felt no pain at all. He kept stuffing soft cakes into King Wei Rong's throat. Unconsciously, tears dripped down his face, mixed with the blood on the back of his hand, and flowed to King Wei Rong's chest until he died on the bed motionless.

After confirming that his father was dead, Wei Nu suddenly felt fear. He listened carefully to the movement outside the tent, afraid that a warrior loyal to his father would rush in.


Chapter completed!