The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 199 The Mermaid’s Longevity Candle (42)
The city lord suddenly fell ill and died, and the next day the eldest son and the third son were assassinated in their residences.

The eldest son died unfortunately, and there were many secret guards in the third son's mansion, so he survived.

The whole Haicheng is discussing this big event.

Tea houses, taverns, and all the streets and alleys were discussing whether the position of city lord would fall into the hands of the second young master, or would be snatched by the Wu family.

As the new year approaches, everyone should be filled with joy, but at this moment, everything is covered in white. Coupled with the occasional snowfall, the entire Haicheng is almost left with only one color.

In the ancestral hall halfway up the mountain, everyone in the city lord's mansion knelt on both sides.

Only Cen Mu knelt in front of the two coffins, straightened his back, and added paper money to the brazier in front of him.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and the sound of horseshoes came from afar.

"Second Young Master, you are finally back!"

A group of people from the main hall suddenly rushed out and came in to meet Cen Yue who was covered in snow and wind.

"Second Brother." Cen Mu's eyes were red, like a homeless child who lost a lot of weight after a serious illness.

Cen Mu has a lot of power in his hands, but in Haicheng, he has always been taken care of by his two elder brothers.

Suddenly his father died of illness, and his elder brother was assassinated again.I escaped unharmed and was entangled in all kinds of complicated and trivial matters.

He threw himself into Cen Yue's arms with aggrievedness, and Cen Yue's eyes turned red instantly.

"It's okay, Second Brother will take care of you from now on." Cen Yue took a deep breath, and patted Cen Mu on the back.

The second son returned to Haicheng, and all the turmoil suddenly had a direction.

The merchants headed by the Wu family clamored all day for re-election, and Cen Yue was not easy to provoke. The two sides fought for half a month, until the city lord and Cen Yu were buried and fell into the ground of the tower.

The forces from all sides were noisy, but the high priest had no attitude, and Cen Mu didn't make a move.

Until the day of the election, Cen Mu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up and showed all his cards.

"I am the third son, so I should be qualified to run for election." Cen Mu's voice was not loud, but he silenced the noise in the entire hall.

"Yes, of course the third son is qualified, but you are delicate and weak, you are not as good as the second son in terms of military merits, not as good as the deceased eldest son in terms of political virtue, and not as good as me, Mr. Wu, in terms of financial resources. This election..." The Wu family The young master is full of fat, and he is full of ruffian when he says this. If his family is selected, the whole Haicheng may not agree.

"Third brother, don't mess around." Cen Yue frowned, and some impatience flashed through his eyes.

"In terms of martial arts, I am no match for my second brother, but military merits." Cen Mu smiled even more, and took out a few tokens from his bosom.

He has mercenary forces everywhere in the Fourteenth City, and even the token of the largest military power in Haicheng is in the hands of Cen Mu!

Cen Yue looked at the pile of tokens in surprise, not knowing that the most humble younger brother was the biggest competitor.

Cen Mu then said slowly: "In terms of political ethics, the teacher is the high priest. I don't know everyone here, who can compare?"

Cen Mu casually glanced at everyone in the hall, landed on Young Master Wu, and said with a sneer, "I don't know if this jade pendant is enough to buy your house!"

The jade pendant fell to the ground with a clang, the golden bulge shining with the word "Mu", and the strange sign next to it symbolized the title of No. [-] son in the world.

Mr. Mu Yuan!

Is it... Cen Mu?
Everyone was shocked by the token, only the blue figure at the corner locked his eyes on the strange symbol.

In his wide sleeves, he took out the dagger.

The logo on it is exactly the same as that of Cen Mu's jade pendant.

　[Thank you Xuexue, Shuangmu Feilin, I picked up a tip from Xiao Er. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)