Baiyue King!

Tuoba Yi!

Meng Yi!

This is a different identity of Meng Yi, in front of the Feng Mansion, Meng Yi asked for two invitations but no one answered.

It wasn't until the third invitation that Feng Quji's response was obtained.

One please, King Baiyue; Second, please, Tuoba Yi; Three please, Meng Yi.

Since Meng Yi sincerely came to the house to offer condolences, he should not use a fake identity, Baiyue King and Tuoba Yi are not Meng Yi's real identity, only the word "Meng Yi" is his real identity.

Feng Qujian didn't answer the first two times, that's it, if he came sincerely, he wouldn't use a fake identity.

Feng went to this place on crutches and walked here with the support of his subordinates, and the subordinates consciously gave way to it.

"Master, why did you come out, this murderer is dangerous, go back to the house quickly."

His son died, no matter how wide Feng Quji's heart was, it was difficult to calm down, and his face was full of sadness and indifference.

Feng Qujian didn't listen, he insisted on stepping forward, walked to Meng Yi, and said, "My son is dead." ”

"I know."

Meng Yi looked at this haggard old man with vicissitudes in his eyes, overnight, his hair was all white, and no one could understand the pain of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

And the pain of losing a loved one may only be understood by Meng Yi.

Back then, Meng Tian died in front of his eyes, but Meng Yi couldn't do anything but watch his loved ones die in front of him.

"You killed it?"

Feng Quji's question was straightforward, and as long as the question was clear, he would never say a word more.

"Not me."

Meng Yi's answer was equally concise and clear.

"Let's go."

Feng Quji only said three words, he didn't say any more superfluous words, the dialogue of smart people is simple and clear, and he believes what he says.

Meng Yi said that he was not a murderer, and that others would say some words of soul torture, but Feng Quji didn't, he chose to believe Meng Yi.

Through the "three invitations" just now, Feng Quji proved that Meng Yi is a person, he came sincerely, and naturally he would not say anything against his heart.

"Master, just let the murderer leave?" Butler Feng Sanshi said angrily.

Finally, the murderer threw himself into the net, so he just let him go, is it too cheap for him.

Feng Qujian turned his back to the housekeeper and said in a low voice, "Let him go!" ”

"But ......"

"Let's go!!"

It's not that Feng Qu hates Meng Yi, what he hates is the wrongful death of his son, knowing that Meng Yi is not a murderer, but he still treats him as a murderer, which is vexatious.

Seeing that the old man was angry, the housekeeper had no choice but to say unwillingly: "Get out, don't let me see you again, otherwise you will definitely look good." ”

"I just want a stick of incense."

"Are you deaf? My lord told you to go, can't you hear? Butler Feng Sanshi said.

"Since I have come in mourning, how can I not be incense?"

Meng Yi bypassed the housekeeper and stood behind Feng Quji and said.

Feng Quji was still on his back, his back looked tired, and said, "No need, I believe my son doesn't want you to come." ”

The person Feng Zheng had seen before his death was Meng Yi, although Feng Quji believed that Meng Yi was not killed by Meng Yi, but deep down he was still full of hostility towards Meng Yi.

knows that the murderer is not him, but he still hates him, maybe this is the innate impression of people.

"The deceased is great, incense is sincerity, since I came, it is to show my sincerity, the old prime minister hates me so much, but why did you let me leave just now, I know you have resentment, but why am I not?" Meng Yi said.

The pain of losing his loved ones Meng Yi has more say than anyone else, Feng Zheng died, Feng Quji wanted to be angry, but he was the prime minister and couldn't do whatever he wanted, he had to be calm and couldn't be led by the murderer.

"What do you hate? Is the murderer framing you? Or do you hate not killing my son with your own hands? Feng Qujian suddenly turned around.

Meng Yi didn't know what someone had said to him, and the first time he saw the old prime minister, he noticed that he had an inexplicable hostility towards him.

"Yes, I hate not killing Feng Zheng with my own hands, five years ago, he colluded with Yuan Hao to kill my eldest brother, shouldn't he die?"

Since he can't please Meng Yi with a good face, he wonders why Meng Yi greets them with a smile.

When he came to Feng's mansion, Meng Yi had already guessed that he would be targeted by all parties, Meng Yi was not here to ask for the recognition and forgiveness of others, this time it was just out of morality.

"What did you say!!"

"It was your son who killed my eldest brother, how long do you have to pretend to be confused?" Meng Yi looked at Feng Qujian with cold eyes.

Feng Zheng has never had any opinions, and he is still a submissive person, colluding with Yuan Hao for such a thing, how dare he hide it from Feng Quji?!

From the very beginning, Meng Yi didn't believe Feng Zheng's nonsense, saying something his father didn't know or something like that.

Feng went to turn around slowly, and looked at Meng Yi seriously, his deep eyes full of stories.

He has gone through vicissitudes and experienced too much, and his every move is a person with a story.

"So you're here to see the joke?!"

Feng Quji did not continue to argue, but asked other questions, and because of this, his silent answer was acquiescence.

"Nope! I'm here to offer my condolences. ”

Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.

These eight words are Meng Yi's truest perception of life after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

The conversation between the two people is more like a conversation with a beginning and no end, outsiders can't understand it, but the two of them are as clear as a mirror.

"Please."

Feng Qujian said, and there was no trace of waves on his face.

"Thank you."

After Meng Yi finished speaking, he entered Feng's mansion, and the subordinates wanted to stop it, but they were stopped by Feng Quji, and the specific reason was not told, but the master's order was not easy to disobey, so he had to do it.

In the lobby, light a stick of incense and finish the salute.

Feng Quji was dressed in white in the lobby, looking at Meng Yi quietly, and he didn't speak, just staring.

……

After the incense, Meng Yi looked at Feng Qujian and said, "Take care of your body, you will definitely get better." ”

"Thank you."

Feng Qu choked up.

When Meng Yi was about to leave, a melodious voice came: "The boy and the baby have arrived." ”

Hearing the word "child baby", Meng Yi instantly sobered up.

Meng Yi was about to meet him, and now it was a coincidence, and the children who went out also came here to mourn, which shows that Feng Mansion has a lot of face.

And everyone knows that Gongzi Ziying is here, but what he represents is his father, the current emperor - Qin Wangzheng.

Not long after, Ziying Gongzi had already come to the lobby under the traction of his subordinates, and the subordinates of the Feng Mansion were also knowledgeable, and they treated Meng Yi very differently.

Gongzi Ziying had already seen Meng Yi, but he ignored him, regarded him as air, skimmed past him, and ignored him.

Meng Yi disagreed with his performance, and it was an unreasonable provocation by the other party.

"Xiaguan meets the child!!"

Feng Qujian didn't dare to slack off, and immediately stepped forward to salute, although today was his son's funeral, the rules could not be forgotten.

Ziying hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said: "Today's palace is to come to express condolences on behalf of my father, and the old prime minister does not have to be a monarch and minister." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Childe."

"When my father learned the news of Feng Zaocheng's murder, his heart was very painful, and Lang was an important minister of the empire, but now he has encountered an accident, which is really a heavy blow to the country, and the palace is heartbroken." Ziying said.

The child's expression is rich enough, and his eloquent words bring people into his emotions.

"Childe's heart, the lower officials have already felt it, and I believe that my child's spirit in the sky will also be pleased." Feng Qujian said sadly.

Seeing his son's cold corpse lying in the coffin, Feng Qujian was like thousands of sword blades piercing his heart, every time he saw it, it was like a knife twisting.

"The deceased has passed away, please also ask the old prime minister to mourn the change, the empire has lost an important minister, you must ensure your health, nothing can happen, the empire can not lose you again." Ziying said.

Feng Quji held Ziying's hand tightly, like a desperate old man holding the arm of his relatives excitedly, and the indescribable emotion in his heart arose.

"Gongzi Xie cares, Xiaguan still has to live this day to survive the old life, and find out the murderer of my son."

"Huh? Wasn't he the one who killed Ling Lang? Ziying turned the conversation around and pointed directly at Meng Yi, as if she had planned it in advance.

"This ......"

Ziying's words made Feng Quji also stunned, as a prince, he should not say who is the murderer and he can't be determined, as a person in power, he should be a fair person, and without conclusive evidence, he must not say this kind of deliberately guiding others.

"Childe, he is the king of Baiyue." Feng Qujian said.

"Hey, look at the brains of this palace, people are the king of Baiyue, don't offend, even if you kill someone, you can't arrest it, Qin Lu is not suitable for others."

Meng Yi looked at Ziying playfully, and he blamed Meng Yi with no reason between his words, but not all fools could tell that he was the murderer.

"What nonsense are you talking about, our king didn't kill anyone at all, if you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful that I tear your mouth apart."

Tuan couldn't watch someone insult his king.

Ziying said: "Are you Baiyue people so rude? ”

"Who the hell is rude? Who insults others at will, hum! In vain, you Qin people boast of their etiquette, and it turns out that you are just hypocritical. Meng Yi's adviser said.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, this little white face dares to frame the king, see if I don't beat him and can't take care of himself." Tuan is an acute man, and there is no room for sand in his eyes.

Anyway, whether it was on someone else's mourning hall or not, Tuan made a big fight, and punched Ziying with one punch.

Seeing this, a trace of coldness flashed in Ziying's eyes, and he was about to make a move, thinking that he should not show his strength in front of outsiders, so he immediately endured it.

Even though he was able to avoid the attack, he still carried a heavy punch from Tuan.

Meng Yi didn't stop him, he let Tu'an be willful, just to test Ziying, although Ziying hid his strength, he still couldn't hide Meng Yi's eyes, because the answer he wanted had been found.