In Kyoto City, the matter of the treasure of King Pingyi in the past few days has been publicized by various forces, people, and people.

The three of them became tigers, and the forces of all parties who didn't believe it at first now began to have the attitude of giving it a try, and secretly sent people to look at it, and quietly went to Langya City, although they couldn't speak openly, they had secretly collided a few times.

"Your Majesty, Liangzhou Thorn Shi Wu En came to ask for a meeting."

Han Yue walked into the study and whispered to Feng Yewu, who was reading the scroll.

"Liangzhou Thorn History?"

Feng Yewu frowned, Liangzhou is located near the Qiantang River, and it is thousands of miles away from Kyoto.

"Biography."

Han Yue took the order and walked out, and a moment later, Wu En followed behind Han Yue, entered the study, and bowed to Feng Yewu.

"Wunn, what's the matter with you?"

Feng Yewu put down the scroll in his hand, his eyes were clear, and he looked at the middle-aged man in his forties in front of him, and the uneasiness in his heart became a little stronger.

Wu En raised his head, and Feng Yewu found that Wu En's left eye was missing, covered with a piece of black leather, and his face was haggard, and he had already lost the spirit of the previous few days, and he was very decadent.

"You're eyed?"

Feng Yewu asked puzzled.

"The minister is guilty, please punish Your Majesty!"

Wu En's words were full of heaviness, and he spoke softly and asked Feng Yewu for punishment first.

"What the hell is going on, but there's something wrong with the grain and grass?"

After passing through the Hangu Pass, the Northern Expeditionary Army sent a letter, and after arguing with the officials of the DPRK and China, Feng Yewu sent someone to escort him away.

Now that Wu En has come to ask for guilt in such a tragic situation, it must be that the grain and grass have been revealed.

Wu En, who was in his forties, had half a hundred temples at the moment, slowly raised his head, and then said.

"On that day, the grain and grass were transported to the territory of Liangzhou, and the lower officials received an official letter, so they took 3,000 elite soldiers from Liangzhou to escort the grain and grass along the way to Qiantangkou, and as a result, they met the subordinates of the King of Beichang on the way to inspect and fight against the lack of grain and grass in Tidi, and wanted to requisition the grain and grass."

Bang!

When Feng Yewu heard this, he immediately slapped the table angrily, and his figure suddenly stood up, his face was as cold as frost, and he asked Wu En in a low voice.

"Don't they know that this batch of grain and grass is going to be used by the Northern Expedition army?"

Wu En raised his eyes to look at the angry Feng Yewu, and the remaining eye was also full of anger, and he opened his mouth to say to Feng Yewu.

"The lower official immediately handed the official document to the leading generals at that time, and also made it clear that this batch of grain and grass was personally approved and transferred by His Majesty, and no one could requisition it without His Majesty's will."

Hearing this, Feng Yewu's anger had gradually receded, but a more chill arose.

"What do they say?"

Obviously, Ng's words didn't work, otherwise he wouldn't be kneeling here to confess his guilt now.

"They... They..."

Wu En lowered his head slightly, his fists clenched at his sides, and his voice was a little choked and speechless.

"Say, the Lone King will listen to what they say."

Hearing Feng Yewu's story, Wu En closed his eyes, obviously replying.

"They said that the Northern Expeditionary Army was just a rabble, and they lost Hangu Pass before they left the army, and even if these grains and grasses were fed to pigs and dogs, they were better than feeding them to those wastes, and they said..."

"What else?"

Feng Yewu's tone was very flat, but a cold killing intent had flashed in those beautiful eyes.

"They also said that the Northern Expeditionary Army was just a little lover for His Majesty, and General Lu took it to his death, and the words behind it were too filthy, and the ministers... It's hard to speak. ”

Bang!

The corner of the table was directly cracked under Feng Yewu's hard palm.

"Okay, well, the old fox of King Beichang is finally going to be unable to hold back."

Feng Yewu smiled angrily, and there was even more murderous intent in his eyes.

"And then, they rebelled and robbed the military rations?"

Wu En knew that Feng Yewu needed a reason, but unfortunately it wasn't the case.

"The minister would rather apologize for his crime with death, and at that time he was even more protective of the safety of the grain and grass with his life, but unfortunately, my three thousand elite soldiers could not resist the eight thousand iron cavalry of the king of Beichang at all, and there were no casualties, but after the general ordered us to disarm, they were humiliated, and the minister's eyes were also unwilling to be humiliated, and after fighting with the other party, he was injured by the other party's general."

Hearing this, Feng Yewu understood that Wei Siyuan might have been fighting this batch of grain and grass for a long time, and these people did not kill them, but let them back, just to not fall behind.

Now, Lu Jue's Northern Expedition army has not yet left the country, and he has lost Hangu Pass once, and he is the king of Beichang, although he has lost the city, but the fighting spirit behind him can always be gained.

In terms of fame, if he is in trouble now because of this matter, it will only make the world think that he is really mediocre, and Lu Jue will be infamous for this.

Thinking of this, Feng Yewu could only hold back this breath silently.

"Cold Moon!"

After a moment of deep breathing, after Feng Yewu shouted, Han Yue walked in from outside.

"Give the Lone King's sword to Wu En."

Han Yue received the order, took off the sword that Feng Yewu had been wearing from the side, and then handed it to Wu En, who was kneeling on the side.

Feng Yewu looked at Wu En and said intently.

"Wu En, this is the sword of the lonely king, and it is also the sword of Shang Fang, after all, the matter of grain and grass is the current matter, after two days, King Kangchuan will send the next batch of grain and grass, and then you will hold this sword, if there is any more obstruction, the lonely king will allow you to cut it first!"

Wu En looked at Feng Yewu, took the sword handed over by Han Yue, and then kowtowed back.

"Thank Your Majesty for not killing you, the minister will definitely live up to Your Majesty's trust this time and send food with his life!"

"Okay, you go back and rest first, and we'll be on our way in two days."

Wu En thanked him again before turning to leave.

Watching Wu En leave, Feng Yewu still couldn't calm down in his heart for a long time at the moment, although he had already guessed, but he didn't expect Wei Siyuan to be so cruel.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I'm afraid that King Beichang will still obstruct it."

At this moment, in the imperial study, only Feng Yewu was alone, and another rich voice came in from the window outside the study.

As a grandmaster, Anur naturally has his own way of hiding, although he is in the dark on weekdays, he can always hear some court affairs of the Ye Dynasty, and this time, Anur is also a little unbearable.

After all, Anur, who grew up in Nanban, only has a loyal heart to the royal family of Nanban in his heart, so he naturally can't understand the intention of King Beichang's actions.

"Perhaps, I shouldn't say more, but you Ye Dynasty people, shouldn't you know the way of kings and ministers?"