Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Envoy

"The minister thought that the Hanlin Academy's cultivation of Lord Wei was worthy of this important task. ”

He Lan's words can be said to have stirred up a thousand waves with one stone in the court, and all the ministers actually fell silent. If it weren't for the fact that these two people were still laughing at Yan Yan, they would almost think that Wei Heming had offended He Lan somewhere.

He Lan straightened his back, his expression was indifferent, and he only explained the reason: "This behavior seeks peace at the border, and it must be a person who is both wise and brave." Master Wei is a classmate of the ministers in the past, skilled in arching and horse, good at riding and archery, and has been able to explore flowers, and is quite famous for his debate in the country......"

I didn't think that He Lan would recommend him and praise him, which made Wei Heming quite funny.

It's just that these reasons are all on the surface, and everyone in the court knows that the ones recommended before are either those who can't even pull a bow, don't understand the world, or some military attachés who are not good at words.

No one is worried about condemning such a person, but no one is willing to condemn a better one.

None of those who have been put forward are available, and none of them are more suitable than Wei Heming.

After He Lan finished stating his reasons, he stood to the side, ignoring all the snooping and speculation from all directions.

The court fell silent for a while.

The emperor pondered for a long time, and his voice came from above the jade steps: "Wei Qing, what do you think?"

Although the emperor did not value Wei Heming as much as he did back then, he still remembered a little old relationship between Wei Shangshu and the Wei family back then.

No matter how much the emperor lacked virtue, it was difficult for him to do such a thing to the only son of the once conscientious old minister, so he had to hand over this choice back to Wei Heming.

The eyes of the ministers were staring at Wei Heming, and they could almost simulate Wei Heming's words in their minds: they had no talent and no virtue, and they didn't dare to take on this heavy responsibility.

But Wei Heming stood in place, saluted neatly, and said: "The minister is willing to go." ”

The emperor asked again: "Wei Qing is willing to go to Beihu?"

Wei Heming's voice became clearer and louder in the silence: "Minister, I am willing to go." ”

For a while, no one could speak, and no one could guess what Wei Heming was thinking.

If it is said that he fights for credit, he is from a family, and he has a friend like King He Lan Wenrui, even if he is disappointed, he can always get through.

Martial arts, no matter which way to enter the body, is much easier than being an envoy with an uncertain future.

Wei Heming looked at the young man who was very flattering to him in a light crimson official robe, he originally looked more proud and graceful, but now he was standing there safely, and he actually gave birth to an inexplicable stable and peaceful temperament, which made people involuntarily trust.

The wat board in his hand was empty, but he only said aloud: "The minister has something to play." ”

If you talk about the Song family, now is the best time.

Wei Heming didn't even blink his eyes, and said nonsense: "Shengshang Rongyu, the minister used to be in Xuzhou with that Song Yi, Song Yi used to resist the enemy with dirt, and talked with the minister several times about Beihu Xinmi, when the minister was young, he only thought that he was well-read, and he never thought about it deeply, but now that he thinks about it, Song Yi is only afraid that his identity in Beihu is not an ordinary person." ”

"The minister thinks that if Song Yi and others are taken as hostages, they may be able to exchange terms with Beihu to make profits for our Jing Dynasty. ”

At that time, a minister retorted: "The erector is ignorant, the Song family colluded with Beihu to assassinate the saint, and he should be beheaded according to the law, how can he be pardoned because of Beihu?"

Wei Heming's expression remained unchanged: "There is no doubt that the Song family and Beihu have colluded, but the crime of assassinating the saint is still to be discussed." ”

The minister said coldly: "It's nonsense, is it possible that there are still others?"

Wei Heming stared at the minister, and actually smiled slowly: "The criminal department has not yet convicted, what are you anxious about?"

The emperor has a rather violent temperament these days, especially when it comes to assassination, and it is like a pile of hay, and a little spark can ignite his raging anger.

Only this time, the emperor didn't speak, he looked at them through Yuhan, didn't know what to think, and finally said: "The case of the Song family, I have already been dealt with by the Criminal Department, and now I should order the Criminal Department to find out Song Yi's identity, and wait for the news from Beihu to come before agreeing." ”

Wei Heming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still indifferent.

When the emperor said this, he decided the identity of Wei Heming's envoy, and before he could express his will, he saw a person in the front row, with a purple robe and jade belt, with a cold breath, but his eyebrows were delicate and picturesque-it was Chu Fengge.

"Please go with Lord Wei and ask for the grace of God. ”

Chu Fengge has always been wearing court clothes in the court, no matter how much the situation changes, it has nothing to do with him, and ordinary ministers of the family will not open their eyes to lead the war to him.

This time he stood up, which made everyone stunned.

Wei Heming was the one who was the most stunned, he had just broken up with Chu Fengge, originally thinking that he might not be able to see Chu Fengge's face before this mission, but he didn't want to turn his head, and saw this person asking for his life to go with him.

The chest, which was not very comfortable, is now choked even more, sour and astringent, I don't know whether it is guilt or shame.

"King Wenrui's status is noble...... "Some courtiers persuaded him dryly, but no matter how he listened, he was not very sincere.

"No matter how noble this king is, he is only noble in this world. Chu Fengge's words were righteous Ling Ran, but from his indifferent expression, he couldn't see a single bit of righteousness, only cold and depressed. "This king is not good at words, but he wants to saddle up the horse and escort Lord Wei to Beihu. ”

Others didn't hear anything about this, but it fell into Wei Heming's ears very much, and he even ignored the court at this time, and muttered in a low voice: "The minister is not a weak scholar, so there is no need for the prince to bother." ”

Chu Fengge heard it clearly: "Why should Lord Wei be polite, this little bit of mental strength, this king can still afford it." ”

Everyone in the court listened to the two of you coming and going, and they were a little inexplicable.

There are ministers who ridicule each other, you compliment me, I salute you twice, there are also some, only these two, it seems that it is not ridicule, it is not like it is touting, it is not like that, it is not like an enemy, it is not like a family and friends, no matter how it sounds, it seems a little strange.

Wei Heming also realized that he was out of shape, so he only lowered his head and stopped talking.

Obviously he has passed the age of not being distracted by talking, but today he lost his temper because of this person's words, which is really embarrassing.

The emperor on the jade ladder looked at Chu Fengge's appearance, and he didn't know if he was joking or had another meaning: "It's rare that King Wenrui has the heart of such a fist, how can I not be perfected?"