The night was wrapped in a cold wind, and the cold feeling slowly seeped out in Lu Jue's heart like a cocoon, and the notes on the letter were both familiar and unfamiliar, cordial, but so unwilling to believe.

This is just one of them, and there are nearly hundreds of letters in the brocade box, not to mention that if you are convicted once, even if there are dozens of Lu families, I am afraid it will not be enough to behead.

In an instant, Lu Jue's breathing was short, his inner world collapsed, his brain was blank, and he stood in place without his soul, not even daring to look up at Feng Yewu.

He was afraid, afraid to see disappointment in Feng Yewu's eyes, to see doubts, and to see a lot of implications that he could no longer afford now.

Lu Jue's blank brain only felt that God had played a huge joke on him.

At this moment, Lu Jue was only silent, silently waiting for Feng Yewu's final judgment.

In the silence, Feng Yewu did not rush to make a conclusion, but looked at the letters one by one, silent, and in the gloomy night, the lights around him flickered and dimmed.

Her eyes seemed to reflect the whole night, her slender curly eyelashes were gently shaking up and down with each line of reading, and a piece of Linlin's silhouette was gently imprinted under the deep eyes, her pupils constricted, rippling with ripples of thought.

At this moment, several people fell into silence, and in the silent front hall of the Pingyi Palace, only the hurried footsteps of the officers and soldiers around them wandered back and forth.

"Your Majesty?"

Wei Nanqi saw that after Feng Yewu read a few letters, he still didn't answer between his lips and white teeth, so he couldn't help but whisper another sentence.

... ...

Before Feng Yewu could speak, Xiao Han on the side was the first to exclaim after reading the letter.

"That's not true!"

Xiao Han's exclamation broke the silence in the front hall, and the silent crowd turned their eyes to him.

There was a hint of self-deprecating scolding on the corner of Lu Jue's mouth, and he shook his head weakly.

"Heh, General Xiao, the slave knows that the general doesn't believe it, but my father's handwriting in black and white is an ironclad fact that can't be changed after all."

After all, he couldn't be more familiar with Lu Youxu's self, judging from the paper and notes, it is impossible for the age to be forged recently.

Xiao Han frowned, looked up at Lu Jue very seriously, and said with an oath.

"Lu Gongzi doesn't need to be so frustrated, his subordinates have followed General Lu for many years, and his own subordinates are all too familiar."

Lu Jue directly interrupted Xiao Han's words, his tone was full of loss, and he asked Xiao Han rhetorically.

"Since General Xiao is also familiar with it, can't you recognize that this is my father's note!"

For a while, the officers and soldiers who were unaware of the surroundings also stopped, and their eyes were attracted by Lu Jue's words.

At this point, Lu Jue had already let go of the last struggle in his heart, and only hoped that Feng Yewu would be convicted directly, and the excuses of others were just covering his ears and stealing the bell.

Facing Lu Jue's rhetorical question, Xiao Han was not angry, his face was still grim, but he looked at Feng Yewu, bowed his head and kowtowed.

"The last general is willing to use his head to assure that this note is indeed like General Lu, but it is definitely not himself."

Feng Yewu understands Lu Jue's loss enough, his father has always been loyal and good in his heart, and now in the face of the ironclad evidence of the sudden notes, it is reasonable for his heart to lose control.

Feng Yewu glanced at Lu Jue, and then motioned for Xiao Han to continue.

"General Xiao, why are you so sure that these new ones are not written by General Lu himself?"

Xiao Han's expression was solemn, his eyes seemed to have memories, and he said slowly.

"The last general followed General Lu to fight against Tidi, and in the chase again, the spearmen of the Tidi people had a grandmaster in charge, when the hundred armies confronted, the army fell into a melee, the grandmaster spearman took advantage of the chaos to fly out of an elephant bone spear, if it wasn't for General Lu to block the stab for the last general in time, I'm afraid that the last general would have died on the battlefield."

Lu Jue heard Xiao Han's story, and a trace of agility suddenly flashed in his dim eyes, he was still young in that battle, but he still remembered it vividly, although the Zhenbei General's Mansion won at that time, it also suffered heavy losses.

As a young man, he was playing with his subordinates in front of the general's mansion, when he suddenly saw a group of generals hurrying back to the mansion.

That time, Lu Youxu was seriously injured and fell seriously ill, and has been suffering from hidden illnesses ever since.

Lu Jue didn't know why Xiao Han mentioned this matter at this moment, and he also had some doubts in his heart.

"Since that time, General Lu has been injured in his left arm, and he rarely writes anything again, and at most when there is a military document, he only signs his name to indicate that it has been reviewed."

Feng Yewu frowned, and asked suspiciously, "General Lu was injured in his left arm?" ”

Xiao Han nodded and explained: "Your Majesty doesn't know, General Lu was born with left-handed divine power, and he has always been the master of left-handed writing. ”

Feng Yewu looked at Lu Jue on the side, his eyes were full of verification, Lu Jue took his gaze and nodded slightly, indicating confirmation.

After Xiao Han saw that Feng Yewu believed it, he continued.

"Your Majesty, please see, the date and date of this letter are obviously after that injury, but this font is full If it weren't for the general's general knowledge, I'm afraid he would have believed it."

Feng Yewu heard this, re-examined the letters, and each note was full and powerful, like a wounded person.

"Then General Lu, will you secretly practice your right hand?"

Although Wei Nanqi didn't want to say this, as a Dali Siqing, he was in charge of the balance of axioms, and if Lu Youxu really didn't have such a thing, he wouldn't be afraid of such suspicions.

Xiao Han raised his head slightly, looked at the starry sky, and said with a familiar smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Wei is too worried, we are all from horsemen and martial artists, after the general was injured, he practiced his right arm marksmanship all day long, and he was already physically and mentally exhausted, where is there still time to dance and ink."

"That's right!"

Xiao Han seemed to have thought of something, hurriedly took it out of his arms, presented it to Feng Yewu, and bowed his head and said.

"Your Majesty, please see, this is a letter of recommendation from General Lu to General Lu when he left the Zhenbei General's Mansion."

Feng Yewu hurriedly took it, opened it and saw that the content of the letter was that Lu Youxu wanted Xiao Han to return to Beijing to take up his post, and praised Xiao Han's skills, but the handwriting was extremely awkward, such as the letter he saw was completely different, if it wasn't for the seal at the end of the seal, I am afraid that no one would believe that this would be from the hand of Lu Youxu, the general of the Great University of the dignified town.

"When is this epistle?"

Feng Yewu asked suspiciously after reading it.

After Xiao Han heard this, his eyes showed a little sadness, and he replied softly.

"It was three days before the destruction of the Zhenbei General's Mansion, when the last general rushed outside Kyoto, it was already the fifth day, and I overheard that the general's family had been killed, and I only felt like a dead heart, so this letter was not handed over to the military department."

Feng Yewu nodded slightly after hearing this, and handed the letter to Lu Jue to read, and said with a smile.

"It's a good thing you didn't submit it, otherwise the last piece of evidence would have been gone."