Chapter Seventy-Three: The Choice of the King of Huainan
When Feng Yewu heard that the outsiders in the music fang were rescued, she couldn't help but sneer, and she didn't feel surprised at all.
"It seems that the old fox can't sit still."
In the eyes of everyone, they saw that the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites came in a panic and knelt down in front of Feng Yewu.
"The old minister is guilty, please punish Your Majesty."
Feng Yewu looked at the panicked Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites in front of him, with a trace of contempt in his eyes, and his tone was yin and yang.
"What is Lord Shangshu's crime? came in plain clothes, and Lord Shangshu was able to arrive in time, so he was so angry. ”
After that, Feng Yewu didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Zhou Yangfeng, who didn't dare to make a sound, and asked.
"Shizi, how did you talk to the Natidi people today?"
Feng Yewu didn't give Zhou Yangfeng any chance to quibble, in a word.
When Zhou Yangfeng heard Feng Yewu's words, he panicked, and just hurriedly lay at Feng Yewu's feet, crying bitterly.
"Your Majesty, please spare your life, I ...... I...... I don't want to die! ”
Feng Yewu looked at the frightened Zhou Yangfeng in front of him with a look of disgust, and felt very disgusted in his heart.
On the side, Zhou Yi'an, the king of Huainan, looked at his son who was so spineless, and sighed helplessly.
"King Huainan, what do you think of this matter?"
Feng Yewu ignored Zhou Yangfeng at his feet, and asked Zhou Yi'an with a smile.
Although he has been in the fireworks and willow alleys all the year round, as a prince of a place, Zhou Yi'an can't hear the meaning of Feng Yewu.
If Feng Yewu really wanted to kill his son, he didn't need to do it at all.
It's just that at this moment, Zhou Yixin is still not sure what Feng Yewu is talking about.
Just when Zhou Yi'an looked puzzled and thinking, the cowardly Zhou Yangfeng climbed back in panic and saved his thighs.
obviously misunderstood Zhou Yi'an's expression and thought that he was going to give up himself.
"Father, father! You...... You must save me, I am your only son! ”
Zhou Yi'an, who was already a little upset, was so noisy by Zhou Yangfeng that he raised his leg and shouted angrily.
"Fuck off, useless bastard! Speak again, this king will chop you with a knife first! ”
Feng Yewu couldn't help but sneer, and said very casually.
"He Lao Huainan took matters into his own hands, Lu Jue, kill him."
At the end of the words, Feng Yewu's expression turned cold, and he directly gave Lu Jue an order.
The scene when Lu Jue killed the Tidi giant had already been deeply rooted in everyone's hearts.
I saw Lu Jue's long sword shake, and the undried blood stains on it spilled on the ground, and went straight to Zhou Yangfeng.
Zhou Yangfeng's face was frightened, and he crawled back again and again.
The king of Huainan on the side hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him.
"Your Majesty, this king knows that the dog is deeply sinful, but please also ask Your Majesty to remember the friendship between the eight kings in the past, and let go of the only bloodline of this king."
King Huainan stopped Lu Jue, knelt down on Feng Yewu's knees, and begged for mercy verbally.
Feng Yewu looked at King Huainan who finally bowed his head, then smiled slightly, and eagerly stepped forward to help him get up, signaling Lu Jue to stop.
"King Huainan, why is this so, although the prince has the intention of rebellion, there is no rebellion, and the death penalty can be avoided."
Feng Yewu's words finally made Zhou Yangfeng on the side sit paralyzed, weak and weak.
King Huainan got up with Feng Yewu's support, his face full of defeat, and waited silently for the following.
"It's just that Lone is a little worried, the matter of the son of the world today was discovered by Lone, but if others have the intention of rebelling?"
Feng Yewu said halfway, and looked at the King of Huainan with an inquiring look on his face, waiting for him to reply.
King Huainan naturally knew what Feng Yewu meant, and knelt down again to express his heart.
"King Huainan swears that if anyone is disloyal to His Majesty, the minister will fight to the death."
When Feng Yewu heard this, he turned around and went to the backyard with an indifferent face, and threw down a sentence lightly.
"The prince of Huainan is a little stubborn, so let's give him a position in the court for the prince to meditate and recuperate."
Hearing Feng Yewu's words, King Huainan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, although Zhou Yangfeng would not be free in the future, his fate was finally saved.
Here, Feng Yewu had just walked to the door of the backyard, and was about to take a look at Qian Zhiyao, when he saw Zheng Tianlan standing at the door with a sad face.
"Your Majesty......"
Feng Yewu looked at Zheng Tianlan with a look of wanting to speak and stopping, very puzzled.
"What happened?"
Zheng Tianlan said with self-reproach.
"The boss of this music workshop, Qian Zhiyao is dead, and he blames his subordinates for dereliction of duty."
It turned out that the fight in the front yard was heard, and everyone dared to escort them, but there was no one in the backyard.
When everyone came back, they found that Qian Zhiyao had committed suicide by taking poison.
"Suicide by poisoning?"
Feng Yewu sneered, naturally disbelieving it in her heart.
When Wei Nanqi and others learned of this, they felt suspicious and asked if they would pursue it.
Feng Yewu shook his head, and then everyone returned to the palace.
In the imperial study, Feng Yewu quietly approved the official documents, and kneeling below was the elderly secretary of the Ministry of Rites.
After a long time, Feng Yewu looked up at the Ministry of Rites Shangshu who couldn't support it, and asked with great concern.
"How many years has it been since Lord Shangshu was in the previous dynasty?"
The Ministry of Rites replied with some weakness.
"It's been more than thirty years."
Feng Yewu pretended to be stunned, then got up and walked over and helped him up.
Feng Yewu's action really frightened the Ministry of Rites Shangshu.
"Ministers don't dare to be, don't dare to be."
Feng Yewu looked at the timid head of the Ministry of Rites in front of him, and after saying a word in a deep voice, he continued to turn around and go back to review the official documents.
"Lord Shangshu is old."
On the second day, the Ministry of Rites resigned and returned to his hometown.
On the other side, after returning to the station, King Changwu heard that King Beichang asked to meet, and the two met.
Among the seven vassal kings, the Beichang King Domain was located in the north of the Ye Dynasty and fought against Tidi all the year round.
The territory of King Changwu is biased to the northeast, and there have been frequent exchanges between the two in the past.
On this day, King Changwu brought his son with him.
"Lao Wei, why did you still hold a banquet by yourself when you came to me, isn't this a slap in my face?"
King Changwu entered the restaurant, saw a rich table, laughed, and looked very heroic.
Wei Siyuan looked at Chen Sinian and smiled slightly, and then saw Chen Pingnian, the prince of the Changwu King, who came together, with a slight suspicion in his eyes.
Cordially beckoned the two to sit down.
"Pingwu is now more and more talented."
Chen Pingwu looked at Wei Siyuan and bowed.
"Thank you Uncle Wang for the compliment."
During the banquet, Wei Siyuan politely poured a glass of wine for Chen Sinian, looked at Chen Pingwu on the side intentionally or unintentionally, and asked with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Si Nian is now taking the son of the world with him, but is there a point?"
When Chen Sinian heard this, he was also direct and sighed to himself.
"I'm getting old, and my juniors will always take over."
Hearing Chen Sinian's words, Wei Siyuan paid attention to Chen Pingwu on the side, calm and calm.
I already have an evaluation of this son in my heart.
Wei Siyuan sat back, but instead showed a worried face and sighed.
"Yes, we are all old, but unfortunately the situation behind us may not be able to be inherited."