Chapter 133: Sending You to the Sky (1)

"Is this the crown prince of your Yong Kingdom? He is very sick, but it seems to be nothing more than that." The young man's voice was rough, and the undisguised meanness in his tone made it even more harsh.

After he finished speaking, someone calmly "blamed": "Okay, seventh brother, the Crown Prince of Yong is a guest from afar. We, Yan, are a country of etiquette, and we must not make people laugh. "

This seems to be a criticism, but he doesn't refute a single word. He obviously agrees with "it's a disaster" and "it's nothing more than that".

But it's not important.

Shen Minghuan smacked it and found happily that his status had improved significantly, and he thought his living standard would be very good in the future.

The system reminded him: [Host, this is the State of Yan, and you are the crown prince of the State of Yong. ]

[So I’m on a business trip? ] Shen Minghuan asked.

The system was silent for a moment and said cautiously: [...Actually, they are hostages. ]

The last emperor of the previous dynasty was fatuous and tyrannical, and heroes from all sides rose up one after another to proclaim themselves kings.

Jiuzhou as one body could not accommodate more than a dozen kings, so the war never stopped.

After two hundred and fifty-nine years of intermittent fighting, the big ones annexed the small ones, and the strong ones conquered the weak ones. To this day, only the three kingdoms of Jin, Yan, and Yong are left.

Of course, they did not admit that they were just small vassal states. They all felt that their own country was the orthodox one. They shouted the slogan "Ordered by Heaven" and proclaimed themselves emperors one after another seventy years ago.

The national power of the Three Kingdoms is also strong and weak. Now Jin and Yan are comparable, and "weak" refers specifically to the Yong State where Shen Minghuan was born.

The snipe and the clam fight, and the fishermen gain.

The Yong Kingdom is not a snipe and a clam, at best it is just a cicada being hunted by a mantis. However, Jinyan is afraid that the other party will become an oriole, so they do not dare to act rashly.

The Yong Kingdom lived fearfully in the cracks, but the patience of the other two countries was limited. Sooner or later, one country would be unable to resist swallowing up the Yong Kingdom.

Maybe the two countries will join forces and then divide the spoils.

Probably because he was really not favored by God, the Yong Kingdom did not have a wise king for three generations in a row, and its national power was gradually declining.

It was originally considered a hegemon, but now in order to protect itself, the best way it can think of is to seek protection from other countries.

Obviously, they chose Yan State.

When the younger brother needed to show his sincerity, the prince Shen Minghuan was sent to Yan State as a hostage.

"Prince Yong Guo, my younger brother is young. If my words are inappropriate, please forgive me." The young man in gorgeous clothes smiled decently and bowed slightly politely. His words were clearly gentle, but there was no apology. Full of pride.

The general's guards who escorted Shen Minghuan stood behind with clenched fists. They saw with their own eyes that their prince was being wronged, but they could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

Shen Minghuan blinked and asked sincerely: "Who are you two?"

The smile of the young man in fine clothes froze for a moment, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

The servant standing next to him was very eye-catching, and immediately shouted angrily in a sharp voice: "Bold, these two are the princes of our Yan Kingdom, why don't you salute the third prince and the seventh prince when you see them!"

"Gu is the prince of a country." Shen Minghuan reminded kindly, "You are just princes."

He specially emphasized the word "prince", fearing that the third prince, whose ambition was clearly written on his face, would not respond.

Zhao Yuanqing snorted coldly: "This is the Kingdom of Yan."

The implication is that you, the Prince of Yong Kingdom, are nothing.

Today was the day when the Crown Prince of the Yong Kingdom had an audience with the Emperor of Yan. They had arrived in the capital of Yan. They had been tired of traveling and traveling all the way without even taking a break. They were led directly to the palace, and were blocked at the entrance of the palace by these two princes.

People were coming and going outside, ranging from princes and nobles to people from all religions. Sensing that there was a lot of excitement to be seen, they unknowingly formed a circle at a distance.

They did not dare to talk about the prince of their own country, but they did not have much respect for Yong Guo, an abandoned son who came from afar and was not valued.

From a distance, he pointed at Shen Minghuan.

Behind Shen Minghuan, a young man wearing general-style armor flashed with suppressed humiliation on his face, but he only took a slight step forward and advised in a low voice: "Your Highness, your small impatience will ruin your big plans."

Shen Minghuan glanced at him and adjusted his sleeves slowly, "I am here on behalf of the Yong Kingdom to establish an alliance with the Yan Kingdom."

He sighed, "The Yan State is really a big country. The third prince is so confident. I guess the Jin State is not worth mentioning. I, the Yong State, have no virtue or ability. It is really beyond my reach."

His tone was extremely sad: "Nie Shiyun, why don't we change the route to Jin State? The Yan State is in a state of upheaval, and the two small countries can only join forces to keep warm. I hope they can survive for a while longer."

The young general named Nie Shiyun struggled for a moment. Of course he was not persuaded by this strange atmosphere, but suddenly he realized that they had a third option - Jin State.

Which thigh is not hugging?

The State of Yan didn't even send an envoy to arrange the post, and it humiliated His Highness the Crown Prince. Will it really protect them? I'm afraid it's not because I took the money and didn't do anything.

But he quickly reacted and hurriedly lowered his head to hide his emotions.

No matter what you think in your heart, after all, this is the doorstep of people's homes, and superficial work must be done properly.

Oops, why didn’t the prince tell them secretly later?

Zhao Yuanqing suddenly panicked when he saw the wavering expressions of these people.

No matter how weak the Yong Kingdom is, it is only relatively speaking. Being able to survive more than two hundred years of war is a tough nut to crack.

In the game of the Three Kingdoms, one move can affect the whole body. If the Yong Kingdom makes up its mind to unite with the Jin Kingdom to attack the Yan Kingdom, we don’t know whether the Yan Kingdom will survive. He, the chief culprit, will definitely be dead.

"Shen, Shen Minghuan, stop talking nonsense. When did I mention Jin? Jin is strong, how can it be compared with Yong?" Zhao Yuanqing retorted in a timid manner.

They can call Yan the best in the world, but they can't shout it out to the outside world. Besides, he is still a prince. If this is exaggerated and spread to Jin, it will inevitably be suspected of provocation.

Before they have a falling out and fight, if he gave Jin a handle, his father would definitely kill him.

Zhao Yuanqing knows too well the ruthlessness of the royal family. His father has many children, and the death of one or two is nothing.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him with a smile, shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Zhao Yuanqing's heart "clicked", and suddenly realized that he had thought wrong again.

How could the diplomacy between the two countries be shaken by a word from a prince? If Jin State did not intend to go to war, it would be useless for him to say it to God. If Jin State went to war, it would be useless for the Emperor of Yan to kill him.

But he was so scared that he tried to make up for it. A dignified prince praised other countries for their prosperity in front of so many people at the gate of the palace. It was like a slap in the face of Yan State.

It's over, Zhao Yuanqing thought sadly.

The palace gate suddenly opened slowly, and a man rode out from inside.

He knew that this person was not ordinary because he could ride a horse in the palace. He smiled and said gently: "Prince of Yong State, I, Zhao Yuanduan, came to greet you on the order of my father."

He seemed to be a little confused when he saw the scene in front of him, but soon he suddenly realized: "My two younger brothers are spoiled and have always been a little outspoken, but have they offended Prince Shen? I hope you can forgive me for the offense."

With Zhao Yuanqing's rubble in front of him, Zhao Yuanduan looked like a pearl, shining brightly.

Zhao Yuanqing also knew that he was being used as a foil, and said bitterly: "Second brother, have you been listening behind the door for a long time?"

"Why do you say that, third brother? If I had arrived earlier, I would have come out earlier, and I would have saved you from making such a fool of yourself." Zhao Yuanduan smiled like a spring breeze.

Shen Minghuan listened with relish, and pretended to persuade: "We are all brothers, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, talk it out."

In fact, his expression was full of interest, and he wished they would fight on the spot.

Zhao Yuanduan: "..."

Zhao Yuanqing: "..."

Zhao Yuanduan naturally changed the subject, "Father has been waiting for a long time, Prince Shen, please."

Shen Minghuan regretfully said "ah".

Fortunately, he soon found fun again.

Shen Minghuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and shouted at Zhao Yuanqing's back with a gloating look: "Third Prince, you are done. You will never be the crown prince in this life."

General Nie Shiyun, who was protecting the carriage, almost fell off his horse.

The second prince Zhao Yuanduan, who was riding a horse in the front and leading the way, also swayed a little, and almost lost the image of a graceful nobleman.

Zhao Yuanqing was angry and afraid that this man would shout so loudly and be heard by others, so he drove his horse to the side of Shen Minghuan's carriage.

Nie Shiyun wanted to stop him halfway, but he was scolded away.

Zhao Yuanqing lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "Shen Minghuan, I'm temporarily defeated by you in this round, but there are still many days ahead, I will definitely treat you well."

Shen Minghuan said nonchalantly: "I am the prince, you are not."

Zhao Yuanqing took a deep breath: "I advise you to think clearly, if you live under someone else's roof, you must be prepared to be humble..."

Shen Minghuan didn't care: "I am the prince, you are not."

Zhao Yuanqing was mad: "That's enough, what's there to be proud of for a prince who was sent out to die? Although I am only a prince for the time being, but..." It may not be impossible to go further.

He was so angry that he didn't even call himself "this palace", and there was still a trace of rationality hiding his ambitions.

Shen Minghuan said slowly: "There are all kinds of people at the gate of the palace, and there are countless spies. I don't know how many people have heard your stupid words, Third Prince."

He smiled gently, but his words were bad: "No matter what Emperor Yan thinks about this, tell me, ministers in the court who have not yet chosen a team, and talents in the four fields who have not yet chosen a master, who would be willing to assist a fool?"

He actually shook his head slightly while speaking, his eyes full of pity.

People who don't know would probably think that he and Zhao Yuanqing have a good relationship.

"You! Bastard!" Zhao Yuanqing was furious, raised his whip and swung it at Shen Minghuan's face in the car window.

Nie Shiyun immediately jumped off the horse and snatched the whip before he hit Shen Minghuan.

The young general who had practiced martial arts since childhood pursed his lips, restrained his instinct to fight back, and respectfully handed the whip back with both hands under Zhao Yuanqing's angry eyes.

"Please forgive me, Third Prince." He apologized in a low voice.

Zhao Yuanqing sneered disdainfully, took the whip and hit him hard.

Knowing that Zhao Yuanqing must vent this anger, Nie Shiyun did not dodge, but only stretched out his arm to block it.

The whip fell on the armor, and the young general secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the third prince was not good at martial arts.

Fortunately, it was not the prince who was beaten.

The prince was weak and would definitely not be able to bear it.

Shen Minghuan's smile became more gentle, and his eyes were deep.

The system was in a hurry to comfort: [Host, calm down, the original owner's body is too bad, and it will be troublesome if you use force. We will settle the account later, don't be angry, don't get angry at yourself. ]

Zhao Yuanqing was still angry, waving the whip high, and still wanted to continue to attack Shen Minghuan.

The system was very angry: [Forget it, host, you go ahead, beat him to death, I will choose a better world for you again, we will not do this task! ]

What a rubbish little world, is it worthy of the host to swallow his anger?

"Third brother, father is still waiting." Zhao Yuanduan's tone was gentle, as if he was very doting on his younger brother, but Zhao Yuanqing was very aware of the threat in his words.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand.

They had already arrived at the court hall, and Nie Shiyun carefully helped Shen Minghuan get off the carriage.

"Second prince." Shen Minghuan brushed past Zhao Yuanduan and walked straight to the front.

He looked straight ahead and said calmly: "It's better not to stop it than to stop it too late. Next time you want to listen to the opera, you can just walk closer."

He said with a smile, and whispered: "I am very happy to have a long talk with the second prince - anything."