Chapter 165: Shamoli

Shamoli took a few loyal subordinates and drilled in the forest for days and nights, not daring to look back, let alone light a fire to cook. When hungry, he ate a few fruits, and when thirsty, he scooped up water to drink. Finally, he escaped from the territory of East Shanyue.

The Eastern people were prosperous and gorgeous, and the bustling towns appeared in front of them, directly making several people look stupid. Several people pretended to be Shanyue who fled, were kept in a pile, looked at the surging crowd from afar, the crowns were like clouds, the cars and horses were surging westward, and the singing of plays drifted over.

"These Eastern people... are living a life like an immortal."

Shamoli said blankly, finally understanding why those slaves were crazy and trying to run east.

Trapped in the circle for several hours, Shamoli finally saw a Shanyue person dressed in gorgeous clothes walking not far away. Shamoli's eyes lit up. This person was a clan minister of the Mulu clan. He died outside a few years ago. He didn't expect to disappear and come to the east to enjoy blessings. He hurriedly called in the Shanyue soil language:

"That stinking goods... look this way!"

The man was annoyed, looked in the direction of the sound, and was overjoyed, shouting:

"Quickly catch that person! This person is the King's descendant of East Shanyue!"

Shamoli was immediately pounced on by several people. He also had the cultivation of the third layer of Embryonic Breath, but he shrank his head and didn't dare to resist, and was carried all the way, falling into the courtyard of the blue brick with a thud.

He knelt on the smooth and cold ground, timidly raised his head, but in front of him was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, a pair of sword eyebrows straight and long, gray-black pupils staring straight at him, his face handsome and lines smooth, full of oppression.

"Greetings... Greetings to the Great King!"

Shamoli calculated in his heart that this person was eight or nine out of ten Li Xuanxuan. His face was so young, mostly because he became Qi Refining early, so he looked immature. Speaking of which, he was still his aunt's husband, and they were relatives.

"Young Master is joking."

Li Yuanxiu laughed low, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly. He didn't expect Shanyue's handle to be delivered to his door so suddenly. He was proud in his heart and wished he could laugh long, but he endured it hard, was polite, and looked at this Shanyue prince who was trembling.

"I am Li Yuanxiu, the eldest son of the family head, and I am of the same generation as you."

Shamoli was stunned, not expecting Li Yuanxiu to be so approachable. He stuttered and didn't dare to speak, and saw a person walking in a hurry at the door, his face similar to Li Yuanxiu, but his eyebrows were shorter and his eyes were narrower. He looked like a jackal-like role. The boy glanced at Shamoli, scaring him to lower his head hurriedly.

"Hearing that cousin came to visit, Yuanjiao is overjoyed!"

Shamoli was overjoyed, feeling that this was his backer among the Eastern people, and said repeatedly:

"It turns out to be Cousin Jiao, it turns out to be Cousin Jiao! I have also admired him for a long time, I didn't expect to be such a hero."

Li Yuanjiao curled his lips, stood beside Li Yuanxiu, and stared at the crowd below with tiger eyes. Several Shanyue subordinates knew that he had the blood of the Mulu clan and was so temperamental to the Shanyue people, all looking at him with admiration.

"I heard that your father had an accident. Can the Young Master explain it, so as to solve our doubts."

Li Yuanxiu held tea at the head and asked unhurriedly. Shamoli below was trembling and said repeatedly:

"Yes, yes!"

Shamoli hurriedly explained the whole thing about Mu Jiaoman's death. It took a full stick of incense time. The people around were suddenly enlightened and discussed one after another.

Li Yuanxiu waved his hand, his face changed slightly. He didn't expect this Shamoli to be so stupid, thinking to himself:

"I specifically called everyone to let him state the facts. I didn't expect this silly goods to really say it truthfully. He didn't know how to splash some dirty water on his brother, so as to give my Li family a reason to intervene. It really lived up to my good intentions..."

Looking at the group of uncles and brothers surrounding the lower head, Li Yuanxiu said gently:

"I will talk to Shamoli, you elders, please retreat first."

Several clan elders frowned and wanted to speak, but Li Yuanjiao hummed, stood forward, and stared at them with tiger eyes. Several people had to retreat. The group of people supporting them retreated like a tide, leaving only the clan soldiers and Li Yuanxiu and Li Yuanjiao brothers in the courtyard. Li Qiuyang stood with his arms crossed beside Shamoli to prevent him from hurting people.

Li Yuanxiu hurriedly walked down, took Shamoli's hand, and looked intimate, laughing:

"Brother Shamoli, there were elders managing here before, so Yuanxiu couldn't speak. You and I are in-laws, why be so polite!"

Shamoli was stunned, not expecting Li Yuanxiu to be so approachable. He stuttered and didn't dare to speak, and saw Li Yuanxiu say:

"That Young Master Zhimu took advantage of the Great King's serious injury to usurp the throne, and violated the Great King's will to slaughter the sons. It is really not a son of man. My Li family has promised to protect East Shanyue, how can I sit idly by! Young Master, please rest assured!"

These words made Shamoli stunned. His mind was blank. He doubted whether he hadn't made it clear just now. It was clearly the Great King who passed the position to Zhimu and personally ordered the slaughter of his other sons. How did it completely change in Li Yuanxiu's mouth...

Shamoli looked at the smile on Li Yuanxiu's face, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, a trembling desire surged in his heart. Shamoli, who had originally been dead to the throne, suddenly began to tremble, both happy and shocked, and said repeatedly:

"Yes! Yes! Young Master Zhimu took advantage of the Great King's serious injury to usurp the throne, and violated the Great King's will to slaughter the sons..."

Li Yuanxiu finally let this elm-headed brain turn the corner, sighed with relief in his heart, and smiled:

"Your father can also be considered Jiao's uncle. This hatred is also bullying to my Li family. You can take a look at the scenery in the east down the mountain, which is very different from Shanyue. I will report to the elders on the mountain and then come to find you."

Shamoli's mind was full of thoughts, his blood was boiling, and his mind was full of pictures of killing back to Shanyue and seizing the throne. He responded blankly, woke up in horror, and said excitedly:

"Your clan's great kindness, Shamoli has nothing to repay! Shamoli is willing to be the pioneer of the Li family, guard the west for the Li family, and pay tribute every year..."

Li Yuanxiu waved his hand, speechless in his heart, knowing that this guy didn't understand how to speak at all, secretly thinking:

"Guarding the west and paying tribute every year is no different from now. This Shamoli can't say anything to the point. It is really not sensitive to the situation at all."

After speaking, he nodded slightly and left the courtyard to go up the mountain. Li Yuanjiao and Shamoli looked at each other in the courtyard. Li Yuanjiao glanced at Shamoli, patted his distant relative on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear:

"My Eastern people's beauties and singing and dancing are the most famous. Cousin might as well go and take a look."

"Ah! Good."

Shamoli went out of the courtyard in a daze. Li Yuanjiao bowed to Li Qiuyang and said in a low voice:

"The rest of the matter troubles Clan Uncle. Carefully select some singing and dancing women, and must let Shamoli leave a few descendants and stay in the town to study. Only then can Shanyue be held in the palm of the hand."

"I know."

Li Qiuyang nodded, didn't neglect because Li Yuanjiao was young, bowed and went out.

Sorry, I sent the saved draft yesterday, so the update was late~

Thanks to 'Not Supreme, Not Lingyun' for the Hall Master tip~ I really couldn't make it in time today, I'll make up for it tomorrow; I still owe everyone three chapters^

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