"Brother Prince, this battle between King Yan is probably more important in the minds of his father."

"It goes without saying that the father is the best for the best. This time the King of Yan has earned enough for the father." said the deposed prince Zhao Gang. When he remembered something, he reminded the eighth prince around him, "I have told you so many times, don't call me the prince in front of so many people."

The eighth prince Zhao Zha scratched his head with a look of shame on his face, "I'm sorry, Prince, I forgot again."

When Zhao Gang heard this, he almost couldn't get up in one breath and simply stopped talking.

Zhao Zha continued: "Fortunately, the mother's family of King Yan is a poor family, otherwise I don't know how many ministers would seek credit for him."

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up slightly, he clapped his hands and smiled, "Yes, although the King of Yan made great contributions, no one in the court spoke for him. It would be better for me to ask for me for him. In this way, he will remember my benefits."

"Extremely, extremely well." said the Eighth Prince, "Anyway, the father will definitely reward the King of Yan. It would be better for us to follow the flow and help him, and it would be a bit of a word."

Zhao Gang nodded and decided to act according to the opportunity when discussing the court.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw the third prince walking towards his father.

He immediately pulled the Eighth Prince and followed him.

"Congratulations to my father and congratulations to me. Under the guidance of my father, my ninth brother finally won a great victory and praised me for the prestige of the country." The third prince Zhao Mu came to Zhao Heng and bowed and bowed.

While in the crowd, his uncle Dou Wei winked at him and signaled him to come over.

After understanding his uncle's meaning, he immediately stepped forward to congratulate his father.

The arrival of many ministers and nobles greatly satisfied Zhao Heng's vanity.

He stood in front of the prison cart with his hands behind his back, waiting for their compliments.

Zhao Mu was all the contribution of General Yan's victory to him, which made him very satisfied.

He was right, King Yan was his son.

Isn’t the victory of the King of Yan his victory?

Thinking of this, he felt more and more comfortable.

In the capital, the princes fought and got upset, and the things they caused him every day were upset.

After comparison, the King of Yan, who was guarding the border for Dasong in Yanzhou, made him even more relieved.

Nodding, he said, "That's right. The King of Yan is my son no matter what, and your younger brother. As a member of the royal family, you should work together to show my royal majesty."

"Yes, Father." Zhao Mu looked respectful, "I sent someone to Yan County not long ago to visit my ninth brother..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Gang suddenly squeezed over, "Father, I have also sent someone to Yan County. As the elder brother, I have always cared for you all the emperors."

Zhao Heng was in a particularly good mood today. If it were before, he would have glared at this incredible deposed prince.

After laughing twice, he said, "That's right. The royal family is one. With the King of Yan in Yanzhou, you can live a more peaceful life in the capital."

The third prince and Zhao Gang nodded at the same time.

At this time, officials gathered around and congratulated Zhao Heng, and the voices of "Long live my emperor" were heard endlessly.

Zhao Heng was extremely proud.

Facing many ministers, he said: "Today is just to let your beloved ministers come to see the results of Yanzhou. I will discuss the reward with you in the morning tomorrow."

"Yes, the emperor." said the ministers.

Now they have nothing to say, Kutu has brought it.

They could no longer find any other reason to stop the reward to the King of Yan.

...

The vast grassland.

A pair of cavalry was struggling to move forward in the wind and snow.

Every October, the south is still in autumn, but snowflakes will fall further north of the grassland.

As the territory of Beidi expanded, the bitter and cold land on their territory became more and more vast.

"At this time, there is Khan's tent ahead." The leading cavalry looked at a tent in the vast snow under the hills.

Raising the whip, they urged the horse to go to the tent.

"Who are you?"

Their appearance immediately aroused the vigilance of the outer cavalry.

A team of cavalry stepped forward and stopped them.

After seeing the appearance of the cavalry, the leader of the cavalry who blocked it said, "Enko, why are you here?"

Enko said: "This time in Qiu Shou, my father was fooled and was captured by the King of Yan of Dasong. I had to come to the Khan's house to seek the help of the Khan."

"What, the Nine Kings were captured by Da Song?" The cavalry leader exclaimed. This was not a trivial matter. He said, "Come with me."

Enko nodded and followed the cavalry towards a golden tent.

After waiting outside the tent for a while, he was allowed to enter.

"Great Khan." Entering the tent, Enko saw a man in his fifties, with a solemn face and falcon-like eyes sitting upright on the black bear skin.

He quickly stepped forward and knelt down and kissed the man's upper. He was Khan Mulehnzhen.

"Get up, my nephew of Nko." Mulehon really had a repressed anger on his face, "Tell me what the hell is going on? How could your father fall into the hands of Dasong people."

Enko then told Akisa in detail.

"Hmph, he is always so arrogant. I used to tell him that he could despise Dasong people, but he must not be arrogant when fighting. This is completely his fault."

Nko tried to make his voice appear calm so as not to offend Khan.

Although this Khan is his father's elder brother and his uncle.

But he is the unforeseen Khan on the grassland.

Although the same blood was flowing on his body, he still had to be as respectful as a minister.

"My father has paid the price for his mistakes, but now the Black Iron King tent has lost his king, and everyone's heart is like a hanging stone." Enko said.

He knew that his father was captured was too embarrassing.

But he still wanted to try his best to save him.

Mulehnzhen looked at Enko and said, "Even if he can come back from Dasong, he is not qualified to be the king. In the future, he will only be sneered by people on the grassland. If he was not my brother, I would not care about him at all."

Nko's head lowered, and he could feel Khan's anger.

But Khan also promised him that he would save his father.

"You will be the leader of the Black Iron King's tent for the time being. Enko, your courage is also praised in the Khan Court. Your father's shame, I hope you can wash it with the blood of the Dasong people."

"Thank you, great Khan, I will not let you down. I will use the heads of the Dasong people to build the highest altar on the grassland." Enko said gritting his teeth.

He felt extremely humiliated when he learned that his father was captured.

If it weren't for his mother's plea, he wouldn't have come to the Khan's house to ask for help.

In his opinion, honor is more important than anything else, and even his father should not live.

Mulehn nodded in appreciation, and the war to eliminate the rebellion on the grassland was basically over.

The next step is to go south.

But he did not expect that three months ago, an enemy from the far north attacked an important town northwest of the Khanate.

These enemies are called "human-eating demons" by local spitting people.

They ransacked the tribe and even ate the people in the tribe to satisfy their hunger.

In the past, only the people of Beidi were eaten by Dasong people, and when did the people of Beidi have been eaten by others?

This incident forced him to strand his plan to go south again.
Chapter completed!