Dongzhou, Shanghai Palace.

"You bastard, this bastard. You actually defeated this king's army of 100,000 people."

After reading the letter, the King of Shanghai was so angry that he smashed the tea cup in his hand.

Looking at the suddenly furious King Hu, expressions varied.

A hundred thousand troops were wasted?

Could it be that the second young master...

Everyone's faces instantly turned ugly.

Situ Moheng opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

His younger brother really gave his father a big surprise.

A hundred thousand troops had only been in his hands for a month, and they were either killed or captured.

They also realized the seriousness of the matter and thought that Situ Molu had lost the battle and fled to Huo County.

"This bastard, he just became a prisoner. The man who also lost me, actually wrote to me to redeem his life."

The King of Shanghai gritted his teeth as he spoke about the contents of the letter.

The corners of Situ Moheng's lips curled up, realizing that now was not the time to gloat over misfortune, so he calmed down his lips again and pretended to be worried.

"Father, is this impossible? The second brother has his master beside him, isn't Bian Dujun here?"

When Biandu was mentioned, King Hu's face became even more ugly: "What nonsense Biandu, he was also captured by that female master, and he threatened that if Fusang didn't pay a ransom of 10,000 taels within a month, he would chop off Biandu's head.

The bodies were thrown into the sea to feed the fish.”

hiss!

Isn't this too arrogant?

Is she crazy?

What good would it do her to offend Fusang at this time?

Situ Moheng couldn't figure out what Baozhu was thinking.

Could it be that the threat posed by the Prince of Shanghai to her was not enough for her to ignore it?

Why are you provoking the Fuso people at this critical moment?

"Your Majesty, it's better to think of a way quickly to save Huo County."

The staff beside him immediately reminded: "Fusang has a sensitive identity, and he was captured at the same time as the second young master. Our palace is also to blame. Fusang will definitely not let it go. I am afraid it will implicate our palace. It is better to go and invite Fusang in advance."

People, let’s deal with this young master together.”

"Now the people in the entire Eastern Region know that our Prince of Shanghai is colluding with the Fusang people."

Another person maintained his objection: "If the prince continues to cooperate with the Fusang people, he is afraid of causing trouble to the people..."

"Humph, the people are able to have such a good life today, it's all thanks to our prince. All the prince's decisions are for the great cause. Why should we take care of them?"

Situ Moheng frowned and looked at the arguing staff.

Looking at Mr. Peng again, Mr. Peng's expression was no better than his.

He felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before, and he couldn't get rid of it.

We argued for an entire afternoon, but no result was reached.

Finally, the king of Shanghai made his decision and planned to personally lead an army to meet the enemy.

"Sir, what do you think of this?"

After leaving the study, Situ Moheng asked with a sad look on his face.

"The prince already knows in his heart that I am just a small staff member in the prince's house. Even if I have something in my heart, I can't say it out."

Mr. Peng sighed: "So what if I say it? The prince may not listen."

"Is there no other way?"

Situ Moheng asked unwillingly.

"Yes, unless... the prince will not cooperate with the Fusang people, win over the people, concentrate on dealing with Daxia, or directly surrender to Daxia."

Mr. Peng said helplessly.

Surrender?

If my father knew this, a layer of his skin would fall off.

He doesn't know what his father is thinking.

There is no ambition, but no ambition.

The King of Shanghai has been in the Eastern Region for so many years, and the lives of the people in the Eastern Region have become worse every day.

Can such a lord really conquer the world?

Mr. Peng has fallen into suspicion.

He didn't dare to show it in front of Situ Moheng.

After all, he and Situ Moheng could still be regarded as close friends.

"Mr. Peng seems to have something to hide. You might as well tell him. There are only two of you here."

Mr. Peng moved his mouth, looked at him tangledly, thought over and over again, and sighed: "It would be great if the Crown Prince could speak out for the Eastern Region or the Shanghai Palace."

The person who can tell the truth can only be the King of Shanghai.

"gentlemen!"

Situ Moheng was shocked.

He wanted him to...

Mr. Peng sighed: "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. I just said it casually."

It is impossible for Situ Moheng to kill his father. He is too upright, which is not a good thing.

"Then sir." Why do you still say this?

Mr. Peng had raised his head and looked at Dongzhou's Tiandao: "If Dongzhou continues like this, I'm afraid... the sky will change."

"This time the prince is going to personally lead the army. I wonder if the prince plans to follow him or stay in the Shanghai palace?"

No matter which path he chooses, he will not be too happy.

The king of Shanghai was clearly afraid of his outstanding son.

Most likely, he will not be allowed to stay in Dongzhou.

Then we can only go out with the King of Shanghai.

That's fine, that's it...

Mr. Peng's eyes changed. The prince could not bear the crime of killing his father, but he could borrow the help of others.

For example...that young lady's hand.

"This... still needs my father's arrangement."

Situ Moheng felt depressed.

He finally captured Mo County and Xia County, but now he lost them.

Put the entire Shanghai Palace into a passive situation.

"In my opinion, the prince will probably let you go with the army. It is better for the prince to make plans in advance."

Mr. Peng reminded.

Situ Moheng nodded, suppressing his unwillingness to separate from Mr. Peng.

The day after Mo County was captured, Rong Zhao led his people back.

Situ Molu, who was imprisoned in the dungeon, screamed for a whole day, but no one answered him, and finally he shut up obediently.

As soon as I heard some movement outside, I suddenly became distracted.

Thinking that his rescuer was coming, he tried to poke his head through the gap in the iron prison.

"Finally, someone is here. Go tell your young lady that I want to see her."

"Who do you think you are? You are too embarrassed to see our young lady." The prison boss looked at his clothes being stripped off, leaving only the obscene clothes and pants covering his body.

"I am the second son of the King of Shanghai. You ladies must be polite when you see me. You, a little prison chief, have the nerve to laugh at me here."

When had Situ Molu ever felt so cowardly?

Facing the scolding cell leader, he was furious.

Turning around and looking at Biandu Murakami who was sitting with his eyes closed, he became even more angry: "Master, please quickly think of a way. We can't stay here any longer. When did I, the young master, suffer such injustice?"

He was used to being served by groups of servants every day, and now he was hiding in a dirty and smelly dungeon, eating clear soup and little water every day, and he was completely exhausted.

"Bah, you bullshit Second Young Master, even if the King of Shanghai is here, we will still scold you."
Chapter completed!