Wang Suping is highly respected, many ministers in the court were his disciples, and the teacher spoke to how the disciples could continue to remain silent, and they also echoed it.

Du Tianyun gritted his teeth with hatred, his low face was hideous, his fists were clenched, and his sharp nails cut through his tender palms.

With such a great opportunity to dispose of Meng Fusheng, he was obviously only one step away from succeeding, how could he watch it slip away! No way!

Du Tianyun raised his eyebrows and glanced at the person opposite, who understood what he meant, nodded, and suddenly raised his voice and said: "There are no rules, no circle, Your Highness, the law of Kunguo clearly says that traitors should be executed, or the former emperor was merciful and did not follow the previous dynasty to propose joint sitting, but there is no reason to forgive sins." ”

"That's right, if everyone is like this, relying on the credit they once had and starting to do nonsense, and after being caught, they use the credit to atone for the crime, then the world will be fighting = chaos?"

"Please think twice, Your Highness, and don't be emotional."

Discordant voices came out from all directions, like a turbid stream against the dispersion of a line of harmony, and the court was arguing, and neither side could convince anyone.

Although the faction headed by Du Tianyun has few people, its combat effectiveness is not ordinary, and it can even fight to a draw with Wang Suping's faction, which has always been known for its three-inch tongue.

Since he failed to discuss a disposition that was satisfactory to both parties, Meng Fusheng could only continue to stay in prison.

It's just that this time is different from the past, the news that he is still alive has been known by the people, if this matter cannot be dealt with as soon as possible, the people's emotions will become more and more riotous, and it is very likely that irreparable things will happen, so Du Weizhen is also anxious.

Compared with Du Weizhen, Du Tianyun is much more relaxed, and he is the one who benefits from the chaos in the imperial city.

Didn't Emperor Jingyuan also claim the title of emperor in the war?

Even if Mu Shengyun stayed in the prison all day to chat with Meng Fusheng to relieve his boredom, he was not a deaf and blind man, and there was such a big fuss outside, how could he not pretend that he didn't know.

After knowing who did it, he hated the culprit, the newly emerging prince, and once again secretly hated that he didn't make a heavy hand at that time, and it was a big deal to lose his life by directly beating people to death, where could he be allowed to jump around here like an unbeatable grasshopper.

Mu Shengyun thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say this to Meng Fusheng, otherwise he would definitely be scolded.

Absent-mindedly accompanied Meng Fusheng for a day, he then went out to buy some delicious food, found a bookstore and wrote a letter, and sent it back to Liuyun Villa.

The letter was mixed with a notice that he had torn down in the alley, and only a few sentences were written on it, thinking that after reading the notice, Master would know what was going on and what to do.

After passing the letter out, Mu Shengyun casually brought some delicious food to eat with Meng Fusheng, and then went to sleep in the iron cage next door that was decorated as his temporary residence.

When I woke up the next day, I had dry tear stains on my face, which was a bit humiliating.

Mu Shengyun was stupid, he didn't expect that such a big person would cry because of his dreams, but it was really embarrassing, if people knew it, he would be shameless.

Who knew that he kept getting up and met Meng Fusheng's surprised eyes, he stretched out a jade-like finger and pointed at his face under his gaze, and asked softly, "Senior Brother Shengyun, are you crying?" ”

"Nope!" Mu Shengyun categorically denied it, immediately turned his face and wiped it on his face with his sleeve, and said loudly with a very weak heart, "I'm so old as you, you haven't cried for long, and it's even more impossible for senior brother to cry." ”

I don't know if it's to hide something, his voice is extraordinarily loud, shaking people's eardrums, now even Mu Shengyun himself feels that something is wrong, he didn't cry, he didn't cry, why did he answer so loudly, it's really embarrassing.

Meng Fusheng chuckled, trying his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were raised uncontrollably, for fear of angering the awkward senior brother, and echoed matter-of-factly: "Yes, Senior Brother Shengyun is the most responsible and brave man I have ever met, of course it is impossible to cry, and you can't cry if I cry." ”

Mu Shengyun heard his smile, glared fiercely at this little junior brother who didn't know how to respect his senior brother, and then walked out pretending to have nothing to do.

Walking outside, he was still wondering, did the master receive the letter, what would he think?

Mu Changfeng received the letter in the morning, and the content of the notice made him extremely worried, and after passing it to the disciples below, he couldn't sit still, and they were all worried and wanted to go down the mountain immediately.

But Mu Changfeng stopped him, he ordered everyone to continue with their usual work, and then locked himself in the room for a day and a night, and when he opened the door the next day, he saw more than a dozen worried faces.

Mu Changfeng sighed, touched Mu Shenglin, who was the leader, and said in a solemn tone of explaining the future: "Shenglin, you look at the juniors and disciples, manage the internal and external affairs of the villa well, and when Shengyun comes back, hand over an intact Liuyun Villa to him." ”

Mu Shenglin sighed in his heart, like a confused and overwhelmed child, he immediately grabbed his sleeve, and said in a panic: "Master, what are you going to do, you can wait for Senior Brother Shengyun to come back and tell him in person, why do you say such things?" ”

Mu Changfeng smiled lightly, "It's okay to be a teacher, but I plan to go down the mountain and bring Fusheng back." However, in this way, it can be regarded as a matter of being involved in the imperial court, the ancestral training of Liuyun Villa, the owner of the village should not have too much contact with the rulers of various countries, you can also say that it is an experience, and being a teacher is to break the vows. So after this time, the teacher plans to hand over the position to Shengyun and be a person who has nothing to do and is light. ”

Mu Changfeng squinted slightly, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's a good thing." ”

"Master." Mu Shenglin clenched his sleeves tighter, "The disciple will also go down with you, protect you, and serve you." ”

"Nope." Mu Changfeng sternly refused, "Is being a teacher still a child without self-protection ability in your eyes?" You just stay in the villa and take care of your disciples, this is the greatest wish of the teacher. ”

Mu Shenglin was unwilling, so he could only let go of his hand, seeing Mu Changfeng go down the mountain in a dashing manner, praying in his heart that they would come back soon.

Mu Changfeng sent a message to Mu Shengyun yesterday night, informing him that he would go to the imperial city in person, and it stands to reason that the letter should have arrived.