In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Shi Shanyin was unable to come back to his senses. His brother had killed his father. The young man's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his pupils lost focus. He cursed:

"Brother, are you crazy? Father was just talking..."

Suddenly, he was caught off guard and got five finger marks on his face. This was the first time Shi Shanyin had been beaten in more than ten years, and his cheeks felt burning.

He was doted on and even had to rest for three days after falling. When he was young, he clearly fell down by himself, but he falsely accused Shi Zhaoyang of tripping him. He never practiced martial arts seriously and was always cunning and dishonest. How could such a person be the crown prince?

And this kind of pain, kneeling in the snow for a day and a night in winter, being whipped, and being insulted innocently, Shi Zhaoyang endured it again and again, just treating his father as a strict father.

His mother died, and that bitch married his father and gave birth to a son, Shi Shanyin. This tall and strong man was caught up in the backyard feud among women, and the sky over his mansion was always overcast.

He looked up at the sky, which was clear blue and spotless. His mind became open and clear from then on.

The dagger was pulled out from Shi Si's heart and stabbed into another person's heart. Li Yuanyang on the side was stunned.

Shi Shanyin stared, Shi Si took his last breath and fell into his youngest son's arms. Shi Zhaoyang smiled calmly:

"You should come too. Father is kind and son is filial. Go to hell and accompany your father well."

The coarse cloth in Li Yuanyang's mouth was taken away. He looked at Mu Jinan and asked viciously, "Where is Renbang?"

Li Huaijin pointed: "Over there."

Li Yuanyang looked to the left. Just now, when the Killing Flame Army was fighting against the Qique Tribe, Li Renbang led thousands of soldiers from the Qixuan Tribe to attack the Killing Flame Army from the west.

"Kill the princess, capture King Liang, charge!"

He was wearing a red robe and scale armor, holding a silver-white double-hook spear in his hand. When he waved the spear, he was like a circling dragon, with great momentum. Some soldiers of the Killing Flame Army were no match for him. His shoes and boots stepped on the grass, which was stained with the blood of the Killing Flame Army.

Each of them was beheaded. When the heads fell, he even blinded the eyes of the Flame Killer. The dark eyes were reflected in red blood, surging like a river or lake, and he smiled viciously:

"Even if you go to hell, you won't be able to find the way."

The Flame-killing Army retreated again and again. Li Renbang, with a vicious look on his face, rushed straight towards a Flame-killing Army soldier with the highest martial arts skills. His double-hook spear pierced his abdomen. Xu Ping'an lowered his eyes and watched the blood gushing out of his abdomen like a spring. The double-hook spear was pulled out.

His abdomen was torn in two and he screamed, "Ah!"

Losing consciousness due to the pain in his body, he clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed Li Renbang in the abdomen. However, there were too many guards around him and he failed. More than a dozen soldiers from the Qixuan tribe surrounded him.

The extremely sharp sword blade cut every inch of his skin, and his armor broke into pieces, turning into light colorful clothes that floated in the wind.

Xu Ping'an's broad palm covered the coarse grey clothes he was wearing underneath. A hint of red gradually appeared along the back of his pierced hand. The bright red danced in the air, and his eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened.

He reached out to grab the bright red color. It was the amulet his mother had sewed into his clothes. The grey clothes his mother had sewed had been dyed a brilliant scarlet color by his blood.

The loving mother sews clothes for her son, sewing them tightly before he leaves, fearing that he will return late.

Xu Ping'an crawled on the grass. He had no strength left to kneel down. He kowtowed three times and murmured:

"I don't know if Xifeng is coming, but I report that I am safe every day. My mother's kindness is so great that it is beyond measure. I have no way to repay her. I am an unfilial son. I hope you take care of yourself and stay safe forever."

"Although I am not a clerk, I still want to be a general based on my merits. I am loyal to my father and I died in battle to protect the people. I am a loyal minister and a good general. I have never brought shame to my father, a military commander."

His father went to war and never returned, so his mother changed his name to Xu Ping'an, and reported his safety and return safely every day!

He bled to death, holding his amulet. The last thing that appeared in his eyes was his mother. He lay on the ground, a ray of light fell on his body, and floated towards Chang'an with the young man's loyal soul.

Suddenly, a cold weapon pressed against his back. The smile on the young man's arrogant face disappeared. He became cautious and slowly turned his head back.

What came into view was a brave and mighty warrior with a scar on his face, which was left from a fight with a tiger. The tiger skin was still on his body. He looked at the dozen blades at his neck.

"What are you doing?"

What followed was a punch like a tiger pouncing on him, hitting him in the face. He had a strong taste of blood in his mouth and vaguely felt something fall out, two teeth.

He knelt on the ground with a fearful look in his eyes, as if the killing and torture just now were not his fault. The middle-aged man pinched his neck tightly, his five fingers exerting force, as if pinching a bird, and the anger in his eyes burned his whole body:

"Rebellious son, you want to form an alliance with that beast Li Yuanyang. Today, you want to defeat the Flame-killing Army and join forces to murder your father and seize the throne."

Li Renbang was in tears and was about to be strangled to death. He begged for mercy, "Father, please spare my life. I didn't do it. Please understand."

Li Jie had a short-handled dagger with a golden dragon sheath tied around his waist. He had not been bloodthirsty for a long time. He had used this dagger to kill his father.

All I heard was a terrifying scream: "Ah!"

People from all directions on the grassland were looking in this direction. There was an arm on the grass. This arm had just been holding a double-hook spear and killing Xu Pingan, but now it had been separated from his body.

His right arm was covered in blood and he rolled on the ground. It would have been better to kill him with a knife.

Li Jie wiped the dagger, like a tiger that caught its prey, but did not bite it, but just held it in his palm, staring at it with cold eyes, making the prey so scared that its soul flew away, not knowing when it would die. He curled his lips and smiled, and said calmly:

"Not long after I left Qixuan, you led your troops to set out without permission. I was not poisoned at that time. It is obvious that you and Li Yuanyang had colluded long ago. You walked slowly on the road for many days, and arrived at my speed after I was poisoned. It is obvious that you were afraid that I would suspect you."

"Since you were worried about me, you should have asked the witch doctor Sirmu to treat me the first moment you came here, but the witch doctor did not come in; and you should not have suggested fighting at that time. I was seriously injured at that time, and recuperation was the first priority."

"Aratan has been with me for ten years, how could he be with you?"

Li Renbang thought about how his father was not as kind as before when he first came here. He knelt on the ground for a long time before his father let him stand up. It turned out that his father had been suspicious for a long time.

In the past few days, Altan told him that his father was vigilant and did not find an opportunity to assassinate him. It turned out that Altan was just pretending to be on good terms with him, and was actually his father's man.

His father could kill a more heroic father, so how could he let him play around in his palm? He didn't know that at this moment, all his secret agents and people who supported him in the Qixuan tribe had been assassinated. It was his father who did it.

That day, when Mu Jinan kowtowed three times in the snow to save Qiqige, Li Jie, who was standing far away, confessed to Ala after returning to the tent: "I was teased by a child, little princess, humph, I wonder how the tribe is doing these days?"

Altan brought a bowl of medicine: "It's all in the king's hands."

Li Jie pulled his lips together and smiled: "You are playing tricks on me, a bunch of kids."

...

Li Jie even took advantage of his absence from the tribe to assassinate several old chiefs who wanted to compete for the throne. He was in the Qingque tribe and was already injured, so he could not do anything else. He could avoid suspicion from his tribe members and would not lose the support of the people. He did not even have to make a wasted explanation.

"I, your father, will teach you today what political schemes are and what it means to seize the throne. You must act decisively, without regard for friendship or loyalty, and trust no one."

"Since you have brought the troops here, you should have immediately surrounded and killed your father. But you were afraid of being accused of regicide and patricide. You are too soft-hearted and missed such a good opportunity. When I killed my father, I didn't give him a chance to breathe."

"You are not as good as a 15-year-old girl. The little princess is a hundred times better than you. If she were my daughter, the throne would definitely be passed on to her."