Feng Batian had a splitting headache, and he, who had always been decisive, was actually a bit disoriented.

He has a total of eight children, seven sons and a daughter, Feng Ting is the youngest child, can be said to be a set of family favor in one, a veritable little princess.

Her parents spoiled her and her seven brothers loved her, allowing her to develop a flighty personality.

On the surface, she is elegant and modest, but in reality, she is a talker and proud.

No one dared to oppose the truth of what she wanted, and no one dared to withhold what she wanted.

Everyone gave in to her, even her fiancé, the Regent of the Wind Chess Kingdom, gave her seven points of courtesy, easily not daring to hurt her face.

Feng Lan is not afraid of her, but loves and honors her, which is why he hurts the most and hates her the most.

She knew she was in big trouble and simply kept her head down.

She didn't have to worry about anything at all anyway, with her pampered father and her most loving big brother.

The truth is also true, father and son feet pounding chest, sighing half a day, but no one did not bother to scold her a sentence.

Spoiling the calf to such an extent is considered to be full of fools.

Feng Ba Tian looked at his eldest son.

Of the seven sons, the oldest was the smartest, cool-headed and talented, the one he trusted and relied on the most.

The six sons are sent out to the state government inside as an official, only this eldest son, Feng Batian has been unable to let go of him, always stay around.

Feng Ling's brain was racing, repeatedly weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing that Feng Zhou was still kneeling on the ground, he hurriedly helped Feng Zhou up and ordered someone to escort the young prince to the guest tent to rest.

Feng Zhou was startled by this arrangement and looked at Feng Ting uneasily.

The latter still had his head down, ignoring everything that was going on around him, and by the looks of it, had no intention of fighting for anything for him.

There was no other way, Feng Zhou could only leave the army tent in fear.

Although he is a noble prince, he is powerless in the Rain Brand camp, and does not dare to offend this pair of father and son, here, he can only listen to the yelling.

Seeing that no one was in the tent, Feng Ling lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, tell the truth, what problems have arisen between you and Feng Lan?"

Feng Ting shook her head and said softly, "No problem, we're fine."

"Then why did you do it?"

Feng Ting was silent.

Windling let out a long sigh and pounded his palm hard with his fist.

Feng Batian cursed in a low voice, "You brute, our family has been victimized by you, how did I give birth to a daughter like you, it's really a family misfortune!"

Feng Ling persuaded, "Father calm your anger, things have come to this point, there is no point in scolding my little sister, why don't you hurry up and think of a countermeasure!"

"Difficult na, Feng Lan has already gone to Wind Chess Camp and has probably seized military power, if he leads his troops to attack, will we fight or not?"

"Father, my son has a few words, I don't know if I should say them or not?"

"What's the point of stammering when it's so late, come on!"

Feng Ling agreed, organized his thoughts and said slowly, "Father, at this critical juncture, we might as well wait and see what happens."

"How's that for a wait-and-see?"

"Simple, let's wait for Feng Lan's attitude first, if he promises not to take the blame and promises that the marriage contract will remain unchanged, we can give him Feng Zhou as a gift."

Feng Ba Tian was silent and considered for a long time before he nodded.

Then he asked, "What if he refuses to let Ting'er go?"

Feng Ling laughed coldly, "Refusing to let go of his sister means refusing to let go of us, once that situation arises, we have no choice but to fight to the death."

The old man's body shook a little, and Feng Ling hurriedly held him up and asked eagerly, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Ting heard something wrong with the commotion and hurriedly got up and rushed over, also reaching out to support her father, letting out a loud cry.

Feng Batian old tears, choked, "We and the royal family was originally from the same root, for countless years, sharing the same sweetness and pain, wind and rain, my Wind Clan's lineage has never turned its back on the royal family, not wanting to come to me, alas!"

Feng Ting knelt on the ground, hugged her old father's thighs, and cried bitterly, "Father, it's my fault, it's me who dragged the family down, I deserve to die for my sins!"

Feng Batian could do nothing, the culprit was right beside him, but she was after all his own little daughter, it was not right to beat her or scold her, what do you want him to do?

Feng Ling hurriedly advised, "Father, my clan is about to be in great trouble, we cannot have a woman's benevolence at this time, a moment of softness will most likely incur a thousand catastrophes."

Feng Batian nodded and said to his son, "Okay, just do as you say, go make the arrangements, let's wait for Feng Lan's decision, hopefully there will be a turnaround."

Feng Ling passed a look to his sister, telling her to continue to accompany his father, and walked quickly out of the tent himself.

Not long after, the drums and trumpets were sounding in the barracks, and the whole army was put on alert.

After arranging the defense, Feng Ling went back to resume his orders to his old father, and the family sat in the middle army tent, waiting for Feng Lan's decision.

The waiting time was always long, Feng Batian and the others were anxious, but they could only wait patiently.

I don't know how long had passed, but suddenly a sergeant came to report, "Reporting to the Marshal, the Regent King has sent an envoy to announce his decree!"

Coming, the three men stood up almost at the same time, and Feng Batian immediately commanded, "Men, follow this marshal out of the yamen gate to greet the superior officer."

A family of three leading their beloved generals knelt outside the Yuan Gate to welcome Feng Lan's envoys.

The visitor was also an official of the imperial court and was quite friendly with the family.

At this moment, he looked at the other party with a cold, expressionless face.

After the salute, the ambassador read out the king's decree, which was very simple, summoning the Feng Clan father and son to Wind Brand Camp for an audience with the Regent King.

Feng Batian was like falling into an ice cellar, secretly saying that it was over.

The Regent had obviously moved to kill, which was to see them, clearly he wanted to get rid of them.

Feng Ting also skewed to the ground, and before that, she had been harboring a fluke that her Lan brother would not lay a harsh hand on her.

She even fantasized that she would be able to obtain her fiancé's forgiveness, successfully consummate her marriage with him, and continue her motherhood.

She swore that she would not betray her husband again, that she would no longer be willful and reckless, and that she would teach her children and be a virtuous queen loved by all.

Upon hearing the contents of the king's decree, all her illusions were shattered.

At this moment, I realize how heavy a topic dignity and betrayal are for some men.

Is it some? Maybe most!

Is it only men who think that way? I'm sure for many women, those two words are also their bottom line.

Feng Ling stole a glance at his father, knowing that it was not good, it was going to be bad!

At this time, we must not show cowardice, not to mention discouragement, otherwise, the whole family is doomed to die.

The reason is very simple, you a rebel leader are disillusioned, under the people will be even more centrifugal, the boss do not see hope, the younger brother why follow you.

Feng Ling was an outstanding general and commander, naturally knowing that morale could be encouraged but not discouraged.

On the spur of the moment, he leapt up from the ground, drew out the sword under his ribs, and shouted, "Pitbull, how dare you falsely transmit the king's decree, your crime is unpardonable!"

The ambassador was shocked and pointed at Feng Ling's nose and scolded, "Thief, are you going to rebel?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Ling had already rushed close and cut him down with a sword.

Then, he turned around and bellowed, "Feng Lan was dimwitted and gullible enough to believe the slanderous rumors, and now, the villain is in charge and the building is about to fall!

All generals, follow me to support the young prince, clear out the ruler's side, and get rid of the sycophants!"

Surrounded by more than Feng Batian father and son of the beloved generals, immediately responded to the group, the rest of the unknown, confused by them into the gang.

Things have come to this point, Feng Batian can only run one way to the black, personally invited out of the wind state, the crowd salute, three shouts of long live, on the spot to embrace the wind state as king.

Extraordinary times, all ceremonies are temporarily exempted, the wind state immediately announced that the establishment of Feng Ting as the queen, the remaining official positions remain unchanged, to be after the victory of the rebellion, and then make the reward.

The barracks immediately entered into a tense atmosphere, and not long after, a light cavalry team of 30,000 men galloped out of the barracks on horseback and killed towards the Wind Sign Battalion!

With that, the remaining army was divided into three, with one stationed in the camp, the second serving as backup for the light cavalry, and the third assaulting the royal capital!

Leaving aside justice and morality for the moment, just from the military point of view, Feng Batian and his father and son were well known, and deserved the reputation of being the best generals of Fengqi.

The master and the master are not in danger, every move is just right, easily obtain the initiative on the battlefield.

Feng Lan, that fool, was still sitting at home waiting for the other party to deliver his head, but he didn't realize that they had already mobilized a large army to take his head.

Of course, there are capable people on this side, and that's the anticlimactic Fu Lan.

The little runt counted with his fingers and felt that it was about time, the pair of masters but whoever is not a fool, should have already raised the flag to rebel.

This time, it was his turn to perform again.

He needs to help Feng Lan hold off the other party's three axes, if he is killed by Feng Zhou in one battle, then what the hell is there to play ah!

If you want chaos, you can't lose, at the very least you can't lose big, you have to make both sides evenly matched, with a balance of offense and defense.

Only in this way can the fight be lively and the world be in chaos with many deaths.

When Fu Xiaotou made up his mind, he suddenly shouted, "Oops, big deal!"

Feng Lan was startled by him and hurriedly asked, "What is mister talking about, why is it bad!"

"Your Majesty, Feng Batian will rebel!"

Feng Lan stood up in a mischievous manner and asked nervously, "Why did you say that, sir?"

"Your Highness, it's not right to decree the matter of Feng Batian!"

"Why is it wrong, shouldn't the king declare him for an audience?"

"It's not that he shouldn't be declared to have an audience, but that he shouldn't be sent, Your Highness, you should go there yourself!"

Feng Lan froze, not reacting for a moment.

However, in the end, he was a wise king praised by the population, and his brain was not stupid.

After a moment of careful thought, the realization then dawned on him, and to his chagrin, he pounded the table hard.

Fu Lan hurriedly suggested, "Your Highness need not be alarmed, mending the sheep is not too late, please immediately pass the order to prepare the army for battle and guard against a surprise attack by the Rain Brand Battalion!"

Feng Lan didn't dare to slow down and ordered to prepare for battle.

Wind brand camp immediately clamor, drums and horns, people shouting horse neighing sound resounded in the four fields, the three army generals in front of the yamen gate arranged a square formation, waiting!

Fu Lan wasted no time in reminding, "Your Majesty, the king's capital is vital and must not be left unguarded, so you can adjust a team of men to return to the defense quickly and not give Wind State a chance to take advantage of the situation."

"What you say, sir, is very true; and, as you see, who is fit for the office?"

"Fu is willing to lead the troops back to defense!"

"If Mr. is the commander, the king will have no worries, but, as the thieves are coming, the king can't leave Mr."

"There is no harm in that, Your Highness only needs to keep one word in mind, only defend and not attack!

The thieves can't attack and won't be able to last, Your Highness just need to hold on and not retreat, then you can defend a great victory!"