Chapter Seventy-Seven: Suspicion

"Is the matter of the Song family really irrelevant to His Highness?" Wei Heming's eyes were clear and clear, without the slightest hint of banter, making it difficult for people to take his words as a joke.

Chu Fengge's gaze only stayed on the dossier on the table, his slender snow-white index finger tapped the table in a rhythmic manner, and his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, covering all the emotions and expressions: "It has nothing to do with me." ”

Wei Heming was silent, and suddenly asked again: "Song Yi is the only son of King Beihu now?"

Chu Fengge's lips hooked up an extremely beautiful arc: "That's right." ”

Wei Heming took a deep breath.

It's not that he doesn't believe Chu Fengge, it's just that the biggest beneficiary of this matter is Chu Fengge.

He has no impression of Song Yi in his memory, but the war in the Jing Dynasty in the North Hutong in his previous life lasted for more than ten years, and it is difficult to guarantee that there is no reason for Song Yi in it.

And for Chu Fengge, who was eager to get power and the throne, but his name was not right, the death of the emperor was a good thing, and the war was even better. The more chaotic the world is, the more Chu Fengge can get.

Such a situation that is beneficial to Chu Fengge and harmless, how could Wei Heming not think of him.

Wei Heming stared at Chu Fengge for a long time.

The person in front of him is not the monarch in his mind, or even a benevolent monarch, under this beautiful and delicate skin, it is the indifference and ruthlessness piled up by the sea of corpses and blood, if it is placed in troubled times, it is not a hero, but it is not the blessing of the people.

He knew this, but he still bowed down to such a person.

Wei Heming closed his eyes, and finally spoke softly: "Your Highness still refuses to let me meddle in the affairs of the palace, if the prince wants to...... There will always be other ways to do it. There was an indescribable complexity in his eyes. "The Hu people are fierce, please retract your strategy. ”

Chu Fengge's fingertips on the table stopped little by little.

Wei Heming wanted to say something more, but he heard an indescribable coolness in Chu Fengge's words: "Are you saying this for Song Yi, or for your Li people?"

Wei Heming sighed: "All of them, Your Highness ......"

Chu Fengge stood up: "I didn't do this, Wei Heming, are you willing to believe me?"

Wei He was stunned, but he saw the cold and mocking look on Chu Fengge's face, obviously he was so mean, but he didn't even look ugly on his face.

The silk friction made a rustling sound, Chu Fengge pinched his jaw and forced him to look at him, the smile on the corner of his lips was inexplicably gloomy and sad.

Wei Heming was a little speechless for a while.

Wei Heming, will you believe me?

Wei Heming's expression was slightly sluggish for a moment, and there was already pain on his lips, and the person in front of him was gnawing on his lips. The heavy depression was conveyed through the man's lips and tongue, and for a moment, he felt a little tightness in his chest.

"Your Highness......"

Wei Heming frowned, and wanted to say something, but Chu Fengge withdrew, leaving only a slight tingling of his lips and tongue, still reminding him of Fang Cai's qiē.

The corner of Chu Fengge's robe had already disappeared outside the door.

His home and country are all over the world, and his people are the people.

What he valued, he guarded for him from beginning to end, even if he never had the slightest kindness to them.

It's just for the time when he knelt down and asked, and he died in his life.

Obviously, he was joking and refusing to tell his identity for a while, but he was annoyed by his misunderstanding, Chu Fengge knew that his anger had no reason, but he still couldn't restrain this unprovoked feeling.

As if to remind him that they are two completely different beings, one in Biluo and the other in Huangquan.

And in that person's heart, he will always carry the common people, not his Chu Fengge.

Always different from him.

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When Wei Heming went to court the next day, it was dark now, which caused He Lan to look at him for a long time: "What did you do last night, how did you become like this?"

Wei Heming had to smile bitterly and sigh.

Chu Fengge explained clearly, but he didn't believe it, he was really guilty and wanted to apologize, but he didn't catch Chu Fengge.

And this matter has not yet been sorted out, he has wasted a lot of effort, and he has not figured out who else would have taken such pains to provoke the war if it weren't for Chu Fengge.

He Lan looked at him like this, and when he thought about the affairs of the Song family, he already had a certain number in his heart, and whispered: "I have heard about the affairs of the Song family, Song Yi ...... Most of the time you can't get it back, you weigh it yourself, don't plant yourself in it. ”

Wei Heming nodded, held his breath and stood on a stake, he couldn't help but want to look at Chu Fengge, who was in front of the court, but he couldn't help it.

When the emperor went to the court, the first thing to mention was the case of the Song family and the Liang family colluding with Beihu, although the results of the criminal department have not yet come out, but everyone knows that the Song family is finished, so they naturally do not hesitate to step on a few more feet.

Everyone just waited for the Criminal Department to come up with a similar result and decide the case for these two families, so that they could open this page.

But I don't want everyone to just put this wave of stones into the well, and someone will start the dynasty, and the new king of Beihu will ascend the throne, and he intends to negotiate peace with the Jing Dynasty.

Beihu, Beihu again.

The ministers couldn't help but muttered in their hearts.

Wei Heming is very clear that the Jing Dynasty has emphasized literature and light martial arts over the years, and has raised a group of high-ranking civil ministers, but has suppressed a number of military generals, so that now the people worship literature and abandon martial arts, and the older generals are already dying, and the younger ones have no talents available, so that the generals are not accepted, let alone handsome.

There are only two people who can be called handsome in these years, one is the young general Xiao Xu, who died of a violent illness in his previous life, and the other is Chu Fengge, the king of Wenrui.

Now that Xiao Xu has not yet come out, Chu Fengge is a vassal king and is still young, but he is afraid that when the Manchu Dynasty civil and military mention war, one head is bigger than three, and it is naturally best to be able to negotiate peace.

But the problem lies in the selection of people for the peace talks.

Now Jing Chao has also got the news, the new King of Beihu is not a royal family, no one knows his temperament, this is almost full of unknowns, and the other party's willingness to negotiate peace does not seem to be very strong, if the other party temporarily changes his mind, or puts forward a non-point request, then the envoy who goes to the peace talks is very likely to become the next Su Wu.

Anyone wants credit, but no one wants to be a shepherd.

Now the ministers are really a little difficult, send a stupid one, afraid of doing something bad, send a smarter one, and afraid that they will lose a good seedling in Beihu.

The candidates proposed by the court changed more than a dozen as soon as they burned incense, and the emperor didn't even speak, just watched their discussion be in full swing.

He Lan stood beside Wei Heming, looked at the court like the vegetable market, covered his sleeves and yawned: "None of these people they recommend are reliable, either stupid or traitorous, at this time, no one dares to really let their arms out." ”

Wei Heming seemed to have come back to his senses just now, and winked at him: "Then what do you think of me?"

He Lan was stunned: "Are you joking?"

Wei Heming straightened his robe and said with a smile: "No one recommends me, so I can only ask He Zhuangyuan to push me." ”

He Lan frowned: "Are you serious?"

Wei Heming blinked: "Naturally, take it seriously, do you have to wait until the Scattered Dynasty to talk about it?"

He Lan hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed lightly, and stepped forward with the wat board in his hand: "There is one person who is worthy of this important task." ”