The rumor outside even talks about the people in Northern Xinjiang. How can Tang yuanle not doubt it!?

In the attic of the clan, Tang yuanle was furious. Even if he ordered the people from northern Xinjiang to be killed directly, this move was undoubtedly a declaration of war on Northern Xinjiang. However, in Mrs. Nie's view, this move had another meaning.

She just sent people to investigate, but now people are directly killed by the people in southern Xinjiang. Does that mean that the people in southern Xinjiang are defending someone and don't want to be discovered by her!?

When Mrs. Nie thought of this, her face suddenly changed.

The war between the South and the North was so inexplicably provoked.

Jing Yue and Xiao Chen, the two persons who made the figurines, were in the Inn at this time, listening to the good play of Xing Sanbao, and their eyes were full of smiles. They knew that the matter was so simple that they should have gone to kill the eldest son.

"Master, madam, here comes the Lord." The voice of the third sentence came down, but the closed door was kicked open by a pair of big feet.

"Oh, isn't this Fengling? Long time no see. " Jingyue looked at the angry face of Fengling, immediately very happy curved eyebrows, smilingly said.

"Look at what you've done!" Feng Ling mercilessly throws a stack of paper in front of Jing Yue and Xiao Chen, and the way that there is no place for her anger makes Jing Yue's eyes tinged with a faint smile.

"You're really well informed! South Xinjiang is going to send troops! " Jingyue looked at this stack of paper, all are intelligence information, Jingyue looked at this, is very sigh said.

"You can only make things worse by doing so!" Feng Ling is about to explode.

"Worse!" Jing Yue disdained to leave the paper in her hand, looked up at Feng Ling and said, "is it good or bad for me to do this? Don't you know? To put it bluntly You're just not ready to let Feng Yu take over the southern border. "

"You..." Feng Ling heard Jing Yue's words, his face suddenly changed.

"There's still a chance now. After all, nothing has happened to the patriarch. If you want Feng Yu to stay out of it, why did you ask her to come back?" Jing Yue's words are very cold, but they are like a basin of cold water, which directly extinguishes Feng Ling's anger.

"If you want to make things easier, as long as you let the old clan leader do something, Feng Yu will be able to take over as the new generation of clan leader." Jing Yue stood up and said, "this is Feng Yu's choice."

"Feng Ling, you can't help her all her life." Jing Yue's words are very calm, echoing in Feng Ling's mind all the time.

How can Feng Ling not know what Jing Yue said?

It's all Feng Yu's choice. What does Feng Yu think? It won't take long to know the result, will it?

Jing Yue is right about Feng Yu. It's only one day since then, there have been earth shaking changes in the clan. The clan leader suddenly fell ill, and all the burden of Southern Xinjiang suddenly fell on Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was sobbing and refused to accept it. He said that his father was seriously ill and his elder brother was dead. He could never take over the position of patriarch.

The elders of the clan were deeply moved and tried every means to comfort them, so Feng Yu became the acting clan leader, managing the affairs of the clan and taking full charge of the war in southern and Northern Xinjiang.

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