The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Your Majesty, why are these barbarians so ignorant of etiquette?"

"We came here under His Majesty's order, but they were so negligent. Not only did they welcome us from ten miles away, they at least held a banquet to welcome us and wash away the dust, right?

But they put us in this crude stone house with tiles, saying that the Barbarian King would come to see him soon. But we arrived at Guiyun City at midnight, and now that it is almost midnight, we still don’t see him coming. We sit there in pain In addition, these barbarians did not even refill the cup of hot tea, and they did not know how many people were waiting on them. I really don’t know if they are uncivilized or arrogant! "

In Guiyun City, in the lobby of the mansion, Jin Ziyi looked at the gloomy-looking King Jing Jin Pingwu and couldn't help complaining. As a follower of the prince, he was really unhappy when he came here today to see these barbarians being so negligent.

Now that they have been waiting here for so long, the so-called new Barbarian King has not yet come, which makes Jin Ziyi feel dissatisfied and even angry.

After Jin Ziyi finished speaking, King Jing crossed his arms, looked up and down at the crude cantilevered beam, and said disdainfully:

"You have to know that earlier they lived in caves in the wild and lived a life of eating hair and drinking blood."

"If it weren't for Qin..."

"If His Majesty hadn't sent a large army to subdue them, they still wouldn't know what they would be like now. But no matter what, these guys are not smart. After all, they are different from us. How can we judge them with common sense."

After the words fell, Jin Ziyi said angrily: "But even so, isn't this too much of a snub to the prince?"

"You must know that Your Majesty is..."

King Jing raised his hand to interrupt and said coldly: "Okay, stop talking so much nonsense and go ask what's going on."

"It's been so long, even from a dozen miles away, it's time to come. Besides, isn't this the hinterland of the Southern Barbarians?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, my subordinates are going to ask." Then Jin Ziyi walked out.

As soon as he went out, Jin Ziyi raised his eyebrows, and saw a large group of people walking outside. They were all tall and straight, with sallow faces, their black hair was messy, and their muscles were exposed in their open chests. The knotted skin and flesh, a fierce aura emerged spontaneously.

In the middle of the crowd, there was an old man with a beech wood crutch. Compared with the others, he was obviously much smaller. His face was like a knife and an ax under his silver hair, with criss-crossing wrinkles and obscure eyes. Hitomi made him look like he was dying.

But at this moment, he grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"There are many affairs in the clan, so please don't blame me if I am too old to welcome you."

Jin Ziyi glanced at him and said displeasedly: "Are you the newly appointed Barbarian King? It's easy to ask the prince to wait for a while! You are too arrogant!"

After saying this, Jin Ziyi turned around and walked into the door with a cold face. However, the expressions of the barbarian guards who were walking towards him changed and they glared at his back. At that moment, someone snorted and strode forward. Go, the old man stopped him with one hand, and still walked forward with a smile.

In the lobby, King Jing had heard the noise outside. At this moment, he was sitting in his chair, squinting his eyes and looking at the door, waiting for the Barbarian King to come. Jin Ziyi and other guards stood aside, also watching coldly.

But at this time, before anyone arrived, the hoarse laughter came first:

"The old man's name is Wu Li, but he cannot bear the name of the barbarian king. Now he is only the temporary leader of the clan, let alone living in this country, how can we, the barbarian clan, be called king separately."

The old man stepped through the door, cupped his hands towards King Jing and smiled.

King Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Is this the case now? Wasn't Wukui known as the barbarian king before?"

The old man casually found a chair and sat down, sighing: "Oh, that's all in the past."

"Things in this world are changing too fast, and we barbarians have to learn to adapt."

King Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at the old man who didn't seem to be a "barbarian", and said directly: "I won't beat around the bush. I made it very clear to your people when I came here."

"You also know that Daqian is experiencing civil strife. The rebels have landed in Nangang and are now heading towards Nanze. Fortunately, their troops are not large, and the person leading the army is the traitor Qin Ze."

"Since they are here alone, it is a God-given opportunity to suppress them. Your Majesty has decided to use heavy troops to quell the rebellion. But to win in one fell swoop, you, the barbarians, need to send a force to suppress them together with us."

"You kept me waiting for so long. You must have been discussing with your tribe before, right?" King Jing looked Wu Li up and down with a smile on his face, and then said calmly:

"How? What is the result of the discussion? How many troops can be sent?"

Wu Li touched his messy pale beard and said:

"The rebels don't have many troops. Since Nanze has heavy troops, wouldn't that be enough?"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, King Jing's face immediately darkened and he said coldly:

"Didn't I say that Qin Ze is also here this time. He is a cunning man. If you want to kill him in a chaotic battle, you must set up a trap and never let him escape."

"The barbarians have always been good at fighting. Joining forces with us will naturally greatly increase our chances."

"I wonder what the Barbarian King means by saying this?"

Wu Li just stroked his beard but didn't answer.

King Jing shook his head and said displeasedly:

"You must know that a few months ago, the barbarians sent hundreds of thousands of troops to Beiliang to suppress the rebels. Unfortunately, they fell into the traitor's poisonous trick in Yanluo Mountain, resulting in a huge defeat. How many people died in this battle, I think you must be better than me. There are a lot of them.”

"This is a blood feud!"

"The traitors are so violent and have committed such heinous crimes against the barbarians. Not to mention you, even we are filled with resentment. Now that the traitors are here, it is a great opportunity for us to kill them in one fell swoop."

"The enemy is in front of us, are you going to stand by and watch?"

When he said this, King Jing looked away from Wu Li, but glanced at the barbarians beside him.

There is no doubt that these people must be the upper class of the barbarians.

At this moment, King Jing saw that their faces were all ugly, some of them were even blushing, and there was anger in their eyes.

But Wu Li remained calm, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Killing so many of you is a blood feud and must be avenged!"

"I have always heard that the barbarians are full of martial virtue. From the old man Cangran to the child with a yellow mouth, they are all good and bloody men. Is it different now than before?"

"Are these still barbarians? Are we in the wrong place?" Jin Ziyi said lightly with a sneer on his face.