Today's winter is particularly cold, especially for Longyou. The Longyou Palace offers a lot of charcoal today. In the warm pavilion of Song Naifeng, the charcoal burns in the huge brazier, making the huge space warm like spring.

The prince was sick, and the doctor said he could not stand the cold, so the place where the prince was about to visit needed to be as warm as spring. The servants of the prince also increased by 30%. The guards of the prince were particularly stricter than before. The brothers Song Wenjie and Song Wenhua were not allowed to enter the prince's mansion after the You hour.

The person who serves Song Naifeng's food and daily life is the concubine Donger. The maids are all maids selected by Donger himself. Everyone who can get close to Song Naifeng is reliable. As long as someone finds that there are objections, they will be killed without mercy.

All these arrangements are in accordance with Song Naifeng's own wishes. Although Song Naifeng was sick and could not move his hands and feet, he could still give orders while lying on the bed, and his thoughts did not have much impact.

Perhaps because of his unhappy mood, there are many people who died this winter. Song Naifeng will immediately order a killing if he is a little dissatisfied. Therefore, the smell of blood in the city is particularly strong. All the ministers and generals all had their tails sandwiched. Yesterday, Long Zhao, the entire Longyou capital, was in a depressing atmosphere.

Zhu En entered Yin'an Hall as usual. He walked straight to the back house. The maid took him all the way to Song Naifeng. Song Naifeng leaned on the bed, fell hard to one side, and his mouth tilted to the side. The heroic and powerful force of the past was no longer there. He looked only decadent and decadent, and his face was ugly because of twisting, especially his hand, Zhan Zhan Weiwei, and his appearance was simply impossible to look directly at!

Zhu En looked at him with a sad expression. After a few days of not seeing him, Song Naifeng's condition was much worse again. The wind speed was incurable. Song Naifeng's illness became increasingly severe. If this continues, it shouldn't last long.

Now the people of Longyou are in panic, and the soldiers in the army are extremely confused. Under such circumstances, if there is an invasion of foreign enemies, how can Longyou be defended? And if Song Naifeng's condition suddenly goes west, where should so many people in Longyou go?

"Come... come...?" Song Naifeng finally spit out two words. His tongue was a little too turned. When he spoke, he tried hard and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

He glanced at Zhu En, his eyes rolled all over his eyes, and his appearance was quite terrifying. Zhu En said: "Prince, the war in Liaodong is not good. Qin Yesi's more than 30,000 remaining soldiers are now in a dilemma, and they are almost nailed outside Lianshan by the third general! If this continues, it should be at most one or two months, and the entire army will probably be wiped out by the beginning of spring next year!

Qin Yesi was a powerful general, but the third general was able to restrain him. This time the strategy used by the third general to deal with Qin Yesi was called a cage. The so-called cage was to build a beacon tower, forming a huge net of more than a dozen cities near Lianshan. The activity area of ​​our Northwest Army was forcibly torn into pieces of fragments. Often, one army could not take into account both front and back, and a battalion of troops were cut in half. My Northwest Cavalry was really powerful, but once it was single or cut, the situation was really bad..."

Song Naifeng's emotions suddenly became excited, his breathing suddenly became rapid, the blue veins on his forehead bulged more prominently, and his voice almost squeezed out of his throat:

"Reverse son, reverse son, reverse son!"

As soon as he was excited, the person was about to stand up. He lost his balance and fell into the ground. The maids exclaimed and were in a hurry. The guards outside rushed in quickly, and several people protected him!

Song Naifeng's eyes were cracked and his eyes were about to bulge out. He stared at Zhu En tightly and shouted, "Go out, go out!"

Zhu En bowed and was about to go out, Song Naifeng said, "No... it's not you... let them all go out, all go out!"

The maids of the guards did not dare to disobey his wishes, and went out one after another. Song Naifeng and Zhu En were left in the warm pavilion. Song Naifeng was still leaning against the bed. Zhu En wanted to come over to protect him but he refused. The two sat opposite each other and looked at each other. After a long time, Song Naifeng said:

"I know the military situation, you are optimistic! Qin Yesi has planted... it has been so miserable... He was blocked by Song Wensong in Lianshan's retreat! More than 30,000 people are desperate, maybe there are no more than 30,000 people now. The cage, the cage is Qin Yesi's nemesis. With this move, Qin Yesi... can't escape..."

Zhu En said: "Qin Yesi is the general in the northwest. This time, all the elites in the northwest are in his hands. Now he has lost all his family. My Northwest Army has suffered this setback. It is really difficult for him to make a comeback!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Song Naifeng's mouth. He was indifferent to Zhu En's words. His eyes stared at Zhu En's eyes. After a long time, he said, "Zhu En, you have been in my palace for so many years, but where is your heart? Song Wensong and I are incompatible, but you are loyal to him. As long as you know the big and small affairs of Longyou, you can do it for him!

People's hearts are so irrelevant. You take my salary but do the job for the enemy. Hehe, do you think I, Song Naifeng, are you really fools? Don't you know your actions and foundation?"

Zhu En couldn't speak in a daze, his face turned pale in an instant. After a long time, he knelt on the ground and lowered his head and said, "Prince, Zhu En knew he was wrong! Zhu En has indeed followed the third son over the years. Since the prince found out the root cause, there is nothing to say. You should kill him or cut him away!

But there is a saying that Zhu is not happy, Prince, the reason why we Longyou can occupy a place in the world is because of your existence. If there is no prince, what is our Longyou? What is the Song family? It’s no praising that as long as you have a good or bad luck, it won’t take long, Longyou will probably fall into the hands of others!

Now in this world, the world is in chaos and heroes emerge. Those around us include Lu Zheng, Tan Lei, Cao Weiming, etc., as well as Long Zhaohuan, Su Zhi, etc. These people are all heroes for the time being! Prince, can I, besides you, have anyone in Longyou who can compete with them?"

Zhu En's tone was calm, neither humble nor arrogant. He paused and said, "Now the only one in the northwest who can inherit the prince's legacy is the third young master! The third young master is young and talented, resourceful, and unparalleled in courage! No one in the northwest can compete with him. If the foundation of Longyou is inherited by the third young master, I will definitely have a chance to make a comeback in the northwest!

Prince, look at why we were defeated in this Liaodong war? The reason is that the third young master! Qin Yesi will be defeated again this time, because the third young master is good at fighting. Otherwise, Lu Zheng would not have used him so much!"

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Song Naifeng was furious and his face was flushed. He was obviously very dissatisfied with Zhu En's words: "Song Wensong, a rebellious son, betrayed his family, and has no father or king. Such rebellious son is worthy of inheriting the inheritance of my Song family? He dreams!"

"Zhu En, you have been loyal to my Song family for so many years, and you have worked hard without any credit. I, Song Naifeng, are not a bloodthirsty person. You can run away from your own life after today. If you can survive, it is your fortune. If you can't survive, you deserve it!" Song Naifeng said coldly, staring at Zhu En, his eyes full of indifference.

Zhu En pursed his lips, stood up slowly, bowed to Song Naifeng, and said, "Prince, Zhu En is fortunate to be able to follow the prince, and even more fortunate to be the third son! The third son said that as long as he is with the Song family in Longyou, it will not be destroyed! If you fail, Longyou's foundation will not be able to be protected, and the third son will eventually make a breakthrough in his own foundation!

In the chaotic times, the strong are respected. Even if the third young master does not rely on Longyou, he will soar to the sky sooner or later. It’s a pity that you may not be able to see the prince at that time. Don’t worry, if there really is one day, my Zhu En can see that day alive, I will definitely report this to your spirit in heaven, so that you can know that the Song family has successors and the Song family’s inheritance has not been cut off!”

After Zhu En finished speaking, he stood up and turned his head and went out. He walked quickly without stopping, and then disappeared from Song Naifeng's sight.

Song Naifeng stared at Zhu En's departure back coldly, and his expression gradually calmed down. After a while, he turned his head hoarsely and said, "Donger, what do you think?"

A middle-aged beautiful woman walked out of the back tent of the warm pavilion. The beautiful woman walked closer to Song Naifeng, held him with her hands, and said, "Prince, wind disease is not without medicine. As long as the prince is calm and recuperated, he can ensure that he is worried!"

Song Naifeng raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Life is a lifetime, plants and trees are autumn, birth, old age, sickness and death, who can escape? You don't need to comfort me! Zhu En, I let him go, tell me I did the right thing?"

The beautiful woman said: "The prince is generous and kind. He is doing this very well. I believe that Zhu En will be grateful to the prince! This person is a loyal minister. Even though he has made a lot of confusion, he still hopes to be good to the prince and to our Longyou! Alas..."

Song Naifeng smiled and shook his head gently and said, "The most criticized thing in my life is that there is no successor. I have dozens of descendants, but none of them have become weapons! When I am old, I have to think about killing for a rebellious son. This kind of life is really sad!

Dong Er, remember, what step Song Wensong can do depends on his own ability, but this son is not a kind person, and the sons have never ended peacefully even if they seize the throne! I just hope that Dong Er, you can protect my descendants from killing each other and breaking them all. Can you do this?"
Chapter completed!