latelenovela Chapter 361 The Bastard Who Climbed Up from the Bottom
Chapter 361 The Bastard Who Climbed Up from the Bottom
Nandu was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately: "Who is it? Who is disturbing me while I'm drinking?"
After saying that, he looked around and finally locked onto Xiao Minglou: "Xiao Minglou, is that you?"
He didn't even call Second Young General Xiao, he just called him by his full name.
Xiao Minglou had been staring at Feng Lin, so he naturally saw Feng Lin's actions clearly.
He saw with his own eyes that Feng Lin threw the wine glass and smashed the glass in Nandu's hand. Although he didn't know why, he was really unhappy that Nandu put the blame on him.
"Nandu, are your eyes on your butt? You blame me for everything. I'm doing a good job here and have no interest in causing trouble for you. That wine glass was thrown by your prince, why are you yelling at me!"
When Nandu heard this, he shook his head slightly.
I saw that Xiao Minglou's wine glass was still there, but the wine glass of his own prince Fenglin... was gone.
He shook his head desperately, staggered forward two steps, and knelt in front of Feng Lin: "Your Highness, it's Nandu's fault. Nandu shouldn't covet the beauty chosen for you. It's just, it's just... this beauty said that she also likes Nandu, and Nandu is also happy to see her. Nandu hopes that Your Highness will have mercy on her and give her to Nandu. Nandu will treat her well."
It turned out that what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did just now was just a test.
Test whether he has any desire for these women.
To be honest, he really had that thought.
But these women are not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's people at the moment, so it is better to say it directly and frankly. Even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to punish him, he will accept it calmly.
Feng Lin looked at the people below and raised his eyebrows slightly: "General Nandu, do you think that this prince was testing you just now?"
Nandu frowned and blushed, with a hint of shame on his face, but more of sadness: "Nandu knows he is wrong."
Feng Lin chuckled: "Yes, this prince was indeed testing you just now, but this prince was also trying to save you. That glass of wine just now... was poisonous!"
When these words came out, Nandu was slightly startled. He looked at the wine glass that fell on the ground, and then looked at the dancer who had just fed her wine.
Is there poison in the wine?
Where did this poison come from? Was it Fenglin who gave it to him? Or was it the dancer?
If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted to sentence him to death, why did he tell him about this?
But if not, he didn't even know the dancer, at most he had just watched her in amazement from afar a few times, so why would he want to harm himself?
There was a trace of panic in the dancer's eyes, and then she knelt down: "Your Highness, General Nandu, I don't know anything."
Feng Lin smiled slightly: "You know nothing? Then tell me, who painted the nail polish on your fingers?"
When the dancer heard this, her expression finally changed.
When she raised her eyes again, her innocent expression had turned into fierce hatred. The next second, she pulled out the dagger from her waist and stabbed Nandu fiercely.
Although Nandu was caught off guard, he was a general after all. Even though he had drunk a lot, his conditioned reflex defense still existed.
He directly took out the scimitar at his waist and blocked the woman's dagger. He looked at the girl who just said she admired him with wide eyes: "Who are you and why do you want to kill me?"
The southern Xinjiang woman's eyes were fierce, and her amorous eyes were now full of cruelty and ruthlessness: "I don't need a reason to kill you!"
After saying that, he retracted the dagger and attacked again.
Nandu resisted again. At the same time, those weak dancers from Southern Xinjiang drew their daggers and stabbed at Nandu and Fenglin.
At this moment, Nandu finally came to his senses. Where did the mutual affection and admiration and respect come from? The other person had indeed been interested in him for a long time. However, this so-called attraction was not the throbbing emotion of mutual affection between a man and a woman, but a hunter eyeing a target, waiting for an opportunity to strike and kill with one strike.
Nandu was a general, and his skills were trained in the sea of blood and mountains of corpses. The dancer from Southern Xinjiang was naturally inferior to him. Even though he had drunk a lot of wine at this moment, the dancer from Southern Xinjiang did not have the slightest advantage, and even had several wounds on her body.
"Someone, protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
Nandu shouted loudly with bloodshot eyes.
At the moment of shouting, the woman from southern Xinjiang took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed Nandu with a dagger.
Nandu looked at the wound on his arm, which was bleeding dark blood, and gritted his teeth slightly.
But he had no time to worry about the injury on his arm, because he clearly realized another problem.
That is, after he shouted, no guards rushed in to protect Feng Lin.
The beautiful face of the Southern Xinjiang dancer turned ferocious and mocking: "General Nandu, there is no one on this ship that you can give orders to, right?"
Nandu's eyes widened, full of disbelief: "Impossible, you are talking nonsense!"
What happened to the Sky Team?
The dancer from Southern Xinjiang laughed dangerously and happily: "You think the Sky Team really obeys your orders? Don't be ridiculous. You and Fenglin are both lowly creatures who have climbed up from the bottom. You are like rats and ants. Why do you give them orders? They are naturally loyal to the true nobles of Southern Xinjiang, the orthodox royal family of Southern Xinjiang, and the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang!"
Nandu was shocked: "Are you from the Southern Border Emperor?"
The dancer from Southern Xinjiang laughed crazily, with bloodshot eyes: "I wasn't originally, but after Feng Lin wiped out my entire clan, I became one!"
Nandu looked at the bright face of the dancer in front of him and suddenly felt dazed. He finally remembered why he felt that this face was somewhat familiar.
He once killed a nobleman related to the queen on Fenglin's orders, and he also beheaded a handsome young man.
The woman in front of him looked 7% similar to the boy.
There was a flash of pain in Nandu's eyes: "So, you came here for revenge?"
Southern Xinjiang Dancer: “That’s right.”
The fight never stopped, and Nandu always had the upper hand. But this time, when the dancer from Southern Xinjiang attacked him, he did not dodge, and let the dagger pierce straight into his abdomen.
The dancer from Southern Xinjiang was also stunned for a moment and looked towards Nandu in disbelief.
Nandu gritted his teeth, blood oozing out of his mouth: "In the struggle for imperial power, it's either you or I, there's no right or wrong. I did kill your family, and I'm willing to give you my life as compensation, but if you kill me, leave quickly. Prince Feng is not someone you can defeat, and he's a good monarch."
The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang attached great importance to aristocratic families and bloodlines, and divided the entire Southern Xinjiang into many levels. Except for the nobles, the lives of other people in Southern Xinjiang were not even as valuable as cattle and sheep.
He was a man of humble origin. His father was forced to build a palace and was not given food. Eventually, he fell off the city wall and died.
Her mother was beaten to death in the street because she could not pay the exorbitant taxes.
When he was young, he made a living with his sister. When he went out to work, his sister accidentally soiled the clothes of several noble boys, and was tied to a horse by them and dragged to death.
It was right for her to avenge her people, and it was right for him to avenge his family, they just had different positions.
But now that Fenglin has abolished these ranks, ordinary people can finally live a peaceful life, and Southern Xinjiang will only get better and better.
It is true that Fenglin saved his life and gave him his current status.
But the real reason why he supported Fenglin was that he felt Fenglin could bring a bright future to southern Xinjiang.
The dancer from Southern Xinjiang smiled contemptuously and mockingly: "Why do you think your own life can be worth the life of my entire clan? Feng Lin is difficult to deal with? If he didn't control the Gu worm and was attacked by it, would you still think he was difficult to deal with?"
When these words came out, Nandu was slightly startled and subconsciously looked at Fenglin.
Here, Xiao Minglou and Jian Ying easily dealt with those Southern Xinjiang dancers. Just when they thought they had the situation under control temporarily, Feng Lin, who was standing next to Bai Wei, suddenly staggered, knelt on one knee on the ground, frowned, and then spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood.