Chapter Seventy-Six: Song Yi

The Imperial Prison is different from the prison of the Criminal Department, it is a prison directly under the control of the emperor, and Wei Heming's suggestion that he wants to see Song Yi is just talking, and he didn't expect Chu Fengge to really have such ability.

The Imperial Prison is no dirtier and messier than the prison of the Criminal Department, but it is more heavily guarded, the dark cells are mostly empty, and occasionally the detainees are silent, Wei Heming stepped on the stone bricks, and followed the jailer in front of him step by step - this was not the first time he had come.

In his previous life, when he was a crane minister, he had been treated quite gently here, and no one had ever shackled him from beginning to end, retaining his greatest dignity as a prime minister.

The last bit of tolerance from the emperor was also retained.

Unexpectedly, in this life, I went to the edict again for a friend who had never met in my previous life.

After walking a pillar of incense, he could vaguely hear the sobbing sound coming from the front prison, and the jailer stopped, handed the lantern in his hand to Wei Heming, and said with a smile: "The cell in front of me is where the Song family is held, and the adults estimate the time." ”

Wei Heming smiled and handed over a purse, but the jailer shook his head again and again: "Adults don't have to be like this, the small ones are just on the orders of the prince." ”

Wei Heming insisted on stuffing the purse into the jailer's hand: "Is it possible for me to say to His Highness? ”

The jailer hesitated to accept it, and disappeared into the gloomy stone corridor of the prison.

Wei Heming lightened his steps, walked forward slowly, and saw that there were a group of Song family members locked up in the prison, some old and young, but there were not many people, obviously a few descendants, the youngest one was red-eyed, tears rolled down like beads, but he didn't dare to make a sound, looking at the pitiful one.

When everyone saw him, their eyes showed a little surprise.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, and then showed a wry smile: "Let you see my brother's unlucky appearance again." ”

Wei Heming sighed: "I also want to know, why are you so depressed every time I see you?"

Song Yi obviously didn't have the same good treatment as Hexiang at the beginning, and he still had a heavy shackle on his body, he looked extremely hard, and his expression was quite depressed, only when he saw Wei Heming, he was a little happy.

In this situation, he was also able to laugh.

Song Yi was in shackles and couldn't get up, so Wei Heming squatted down and asked him, "Why did you get involved with Beihu?"

Song Yi moved her lips, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling: "How did you get in?"

Wei Heming said in a low voice: "I trust King Wenrui." ”

Song Yi's expression became a little more strange: "You two...... Well, do you ask for yourself, or for someone else?"

Wei He said: "Naturally, it's yourself. He came this time, in fact, to clarify this matter, and to help Song Yi - no matter whether the Song family was wronged or not, Wei Heming always didn't want to see Song Yi go to prison.

Song Yi looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Then my brother will only tell you the truth, and it will save you from trying to do anything outside." ”

Wei Heming looked at him, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Song Yi stared at him and said slowly, "I am from Beihu." ”

Wei Heming's heart was cold.

"I am the only son of the leader of the tribe, and if you say it, I am the heir of the tribe. Song Yi looked serious: "My mother is from the Jing Dynasty, our king has always regarded my father as a thorn in his side, and my father has always been worried that he will attack me and my mother, so he asked my mother to take me back to the Jing Dynasty to hide." ”

Wei Heming frowned and looked around at the Song family in prison: "Then the Song family is ......"

"It's my father's nail in the Jing Dynasty. Song Yi shook his head. "My father has always longed for the Jing Dynasty to study Sinology, but the king has always hated the Jing Dynasty...... Well, there's no point in saying that. You just need to know that you can't get me. ”

Wei Heming pursed his lips.

Song Yi smiled lightly: "Are you still willing to recognize me as a brother?"

He knew Wei Heming's hatred of the Beihu people, strange to say, obviously half a child should have no impression of Beihu, but when Wei Heming was chatting in Xuzhou, he had revealed his hatred for Beihu.

It's not the kind of hatred that is touched by the ears and eyes, but the hatred that really has a blood feud.

Wei Heming did not speak.

Song Yi sighed slightly: "I know, you go, brother, I don't blame you, I just hope that what I said to you today, you don't say it." ”

If you don't say it, the Song family is just colluding with Beihu, and the female dependents only need to be demoted without beheading, and if it is revealed to the world at this time, Song Yi's mother is only afraid that her life will not be guaranteed.

Wei Heming suddenly asked, "Did you really plot to assassinate the current saint?"

Song Yi shook his head: "It's too late for me to hide, how can I plot to assassinate?"

Wei Heming said in a low voice: "I believe you." ”

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled lightly: "Thank you." ”

"You have never harmed the people of the Jing Dynasty, one yard is one yard, I hate Beihu, but it doesn't hinder me from getting to know you as a friend. Wei Heming lowered his head to meet his gaze.

In fact, he should have been aware of it as early as Xuzhou, fermenting feces as poison and smearing arrows to hurt people, which is the technique of the Beihu people.

It's just that Song Yi has a face very similar to that of a Han person, and he is the son of the Song family, and no one would have thought that he was a native of Beihu.

Wei Heming said very seriously: "My ability is limited, I may not be able to wash you off, I can only try my best to find a turnaround, do you have anything else to explain?"

Song Yi lowered his head and said softly: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this, you ...... Be careful. ”

Wei Heming nodded, raised his leg and wanted to leave, but Song Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his sleeve through the bar.

"Brother, I can know you and the beginning, and I have already earned it. Song Yi's baby face was a little disobedient, but his eyes were real. "Thank you. ”

Wei Heming's expression was extremely solemn: "So do I." ”

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Wei Heming sat on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through the scrolls, connecting the clues one by one, but he couldn't think of a way to break the game.

Although he understands the strategy of power, it is not his forte, not to mention that the shape is complicated now, which makes it even more difficult for him to get rid of it.

If it is just an assassination of the emperor, there are not many people who can benefit from it, but if it involves the Song family, and even Beihu, the purpose of the people behind the scenes is debatable.

After a while, his gaze suddenly stopped on Chu Fengge's body on the side.

"What?" Chu Fengge raised his eyebrows, and his tone was particularly ambiguous. "But you miss me?"

Wei Heming asked: "Did His Highness talk about the new king of Beihu originally also a royal family?"

Chu Fengge put down the file in his hand: "It's not a royal family, he was the leader of a tribe before. ”

Wei Heming looked at him fixedly, as if he wanted to see through his pupils into the depths of his mind: "Is the matter of the Song family really irrelevant to His Highness?"