"Master Song is not heinous, at least he saved King Rui's life!" Qiu Feng said, "After Hu Zhihan handed over Yunxiang's blood book to the first emperor, the first emperor actually didn't fully believe it, so he found your father alone and told your father the content of the blood book, right?" ”

Song Xiaoyi's heart suddenly froze, and the tip of his heart seemed to be pinched by someone, but he still lowered his head and did not make a sound. Qiu Feng continued: "Back then, Lord Song slandered Yun Xiang for conspiring against him, but he couldn't bear to implicate an innocent King Rui after all, so he secretly told the first emperor to express his opinion that King Rui was not an accomplice in this case, which saved King Rui's life. ”

Song Xiaoyi felt a little speechless, and was silent for a long time, and then sighed lowly. "You're right! It's the only thing that makes my dad and me feel a little better. But my father still couldn't let go of this heart disease after all, and passed away not long after. ”

"Did Elder Song say anything before he died?" Qiu Feng asked.

"My father was so disappointed in me as a son that he didn't say a word to me until he died. But..."Song Xiaoyi paused slightly, and his palm subconsciously grasped his sleeve. "But my father wrote a letter before he died. In the letter, he explained the truth of the year and the sins he had committed, and he hoped that one day I would bring this letter to the world to reveal the truth! ”

Qiu Feng asked pretendedly, "Oh? And such a letter? I wonder where this letter is now? ”

"After this incident, I really saw the hypocrisy and viciousness of the people in the court, and lost confidence in the court, so soon after my father's death, I resolutely resigned and left the capital, never to set foot in the court again, I just want to be a safe and stable businessman for the rest of my life. And that letter was burned by me on the day I left the capital! ”

"Really? It's a shame. Qiu Feng didn't expose the other party's lies, but just sighed with regret. The Yun clan, which was once prosperous, was actually lonely because of this, which really made people sigh and sigh. ”

Song Xiaoyi suddenly choked up as he spoke, and sobbed in a low voice: "After all, I killed the Yun clan, no matter how helpless and high-sounding the reason is, I killed so many innocent lives after all, I am guilty!" Qiu Gongzi, since you are from the Yun family, then even if you kill me today to avenge the Yun family, it is understandable, I will never complain, but you..."

Song Xiaoyi was only halfway through his words, when the originally closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a loud bang was heard. The three people in the room turned their heads in surprise, and at this moment standing at the door was Wei Ming, the minister of Zhongshu Ling, and Liang Yinhuan, the king of Rui, who was standing behind him.

Qiu Feng didn't expect these two people to stay next door, but they suddenly broke in. Qiu Feng's face was gloomy and a little gray when he saw this, and the curvature of his tight jaw showed his anger and resentment at the moment. However, compared to Liang Yinhuan's forbearance of anger, Wei Ming, who was standing a little in front, was even more excited. Wei Ming's cheeks were flushed with anger, and his hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists, he was so angry that he almost couldn't stand on his feet, and staggered to Song Xiaoyi.

Song Xiaoyi never thought that he would actually foresee Lord Shibo Wei, who he hadn't seen for many years, in this situation, he looked at Wei Ming in astonishment and weakness, and even forgot the basic etiquette. Song Xiaoyi slandered in his heart: When did Wei Ming come? How much did he hear? Looking at his angry appearance now, do you already know a qiē?

Just when Song Xiao was speculating, Wei Ming gave him a clear answer. "What you just said is true? Is Yun Xu really wronged? ”

Song Xiaoyi's body shook suddenly, facing Wei Ming's questioning, he couldn't admit it, but he couldn't lie, and finally could only lower his head in shame, not daring to look directly into Wei Ming's eyes.

When Wei Ming saw Song Xiaoyi's reaction, his heart suddenly turned cold. In fact, when listening to Song Xiaoyi's reminiscences of the past next door, reason had already told Wei Ming that this was the truth, but emotionally he still couldn't believe it, he still couldn't accept that his best friend Song He would do such a thing. How much he believed in Song He! How much did the first emperor believe in Song He! It turns out that a person who never lies is the best liar, because once he tells a lie, everyone will believe him.

In an embarrassing silence, Wei Ming suddenly laughed to himself, but if he looked closely, this smile was even uglier than crying. "It turned out that what I had always believed in was a big lie from beginning to end. I even spurn Yun Xu, and I still stand on the highest point of morality to criticize others? What qualifications do I have? ”

Wei Ming's self-deprecation made Song Xiaoyi completely collapse, he knelt at Wei Ming's feet with a 'clang', and said with tears streaming down his face: "Uncle Wei, it's all my fault!" It was I who ruined my father's reputation in my life, it was I who lived up to the emperor's expectations of my Song family, and I killed Yunxiang! It's not a pity for me to die for such a heinous crime, but I hope Uncle Wei doesn't blame my father, he is also forced to protect me! ”

Although Song Xiaoyi cried and shouted for Wei Ming not to blame Song He, at this moment, in Wei Ming's heart, Song He was no longer his friend. He once thought that even if everyone in this world was seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, Song He would also be the one who woke up alone, and Song He would not go against his heart because of any power and wealth, but he didn't expect that in the end, he gave up his lifelong belief for a very common reason.

At this time, Qiu Feng said inappropriately: "Song Gongzi is really a father and son, no wonder your father will be willing to risk the world for you, and you still dare not return to the Song Mansion because of guilt." However, since the son is so filial to the old man Song, how can he bear to burn the old man's dying handwritten letters ruthlessly? ”

Qiu Feng's reminder made Wei Ming instantly enlightened, and he took a deep breath, forcing himself to come out of his grief immediately. He coldly pulled Song Xiaoyi's hand away, his tearful face was full of contempt, and said, "That letter is in your hand now?" If you don't lie again, if the letter is still there, take it out quickly! ”

Song Xiaoyi was stunned for a while, as if he had made a lot of determination, he slowly took out a mottled and old letter from his cuff and handed it to everyone. "This is my father's dying manuscript. When I returned to Beijing this time, I wanted to bury this letter in my father's grave, so I kept it with me. ”

Wei Ming eagerly snatched the letter paper, opened the paper with his hands quickly and tremblingly, and read it carefully. But the more he read, the paler his wrinkled face became, and he didn't even know that tears were dripping on the letter. (To be continued.) )