Miss Zhiluo is honest, how can I not believe it? Wei Zhaohua opened his mouth and said, his indifferent look made people have to believe it.

Zhiluo slowly put down the teacup in her hand and looked at the person sitting opposite, "Is there anything else the county lord has to ask?" ”

"Nope."

Zhiluo was slightly stunned, "Isn't the county lord curious, what did Su Gongzi come to me for?" ”

"If I'm curious, will the girl say?" Wei Zhaohua asked rhetorically.

Zhiluo smiled softly, with a little appreciation in her eyes, and her fluttering gaze fell elsewhere, but it was a little less agile.

"The county lord of Zhaohua is worthy of being the county lord of Zhaohua, he is really smart, and people have to be impressed," Zhiluo stood up from her seat and saluted Wei Zhaohua, but it was a little more respectful than in the past, "Zhiluo still has something to do, so she will retire first." ”

Wei Zhaohua just nodded slightly, and the room was quiet, and even Zhiluo's footsteps seemed to be a little heavy.

Gently open and close the door, the fragrance still echoing in the room. Wei Zhaohua smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth and didn't say anything more.

When she came out of the Rejuvenation Building, Aunt Ling couldn't help but ask if she wanted to check Zhiluo's identity again. Wei Zhaohua shook his head lightly and sighed slightly, "What can't be found out, what you are not sure of, such a person will not do." ”

The way back was still quiet, and Wei Zhaohua's body only felt heavy.

While things are confusing, it makes Wei Zhaohua feel irritated the most. When he arrived at the gate of Su Mansion, Wei Zhaohua was still sitting in the carriage and quiet for a long time before walking towards Su Mansion.

The walls of the Su Mansion separate two different worlds.

It's good to say it, it's not good to say it, it's not good. There are thousands of postures in the world, but they are all their own pity.

When Zhiluo's matter was making Wei Zhaohua feel a headache, Jiang Heng sent a bigger news.

"All the people in Miaojiang have no survivors."

Wei Zhaohua stayed in place, no matter how good Rao was thinking in his heart, he still couldn't withstand such a blow for a while. The word Miao Jiang has long represented an elegy, thinking about the last hope of the two people, Wei Zhaohua already owes something, but at this time, he doesn't even have a chance to compensate?

Looking at Wei Zhaohua's appearance, Jiang Heng raised his head and looked at it and hurriedly lowered it, "The county lord mourns." ”

"The Miao Jiang clan has been displaced for a long time, and when I was in Qinghe City, I persuaded them to return to Changyuan. It was to avoid the disaster, but he didn't expect that what should come was always coming, and Sui Yue still didn't let them go! ”

"The new emperor of Daduan is cruel and ferocious, compared to Sui Chen at the beginning, and now Daduan is full of complaints. The affairs of Miao Jiang have always been suppressed, and if they are known to the outside world, they will be in danger if they want to come to the country of the new emperor of Daduan. Jiang Heng analyzed, but his eyes were always unwilling to look at Wei Zhaohua's gaze.

Wei Zhaohua slowly closed his eyes, "How is Daduan Jiangshan, and what does it have to do with me?" At the end of the day, I'm still a sin. ”

"Don't think too much about it, county lord," Jiang Heng opened his mouth to comfort, "If you want to spread the news, if you want to bring the truth, you must have someone from Miao Jiang come forward." ”

As soon as Jiang Heng said this, the atmosphere in the room instantly quieted down.

If the Miao Jiang clan is wiped out, Daduan may not lose the country, but it will also be greatly damaged. It's just that this person from Miao Jiang who has avenged his grievances, besides her Wei Zhaohua, who else would be more suitable? Even if Wei Zhaohua doesn't admit it, no one will believe that Wei Zhaohua is not from Miao Jiang.

But in this way, Wei Zhaohua will be in the midst of countless public opinions in the world.

The county lord of Zhaohua in Eastern Qi has become the person who guards the family of the Daduan royal family, and how should Wei Zhaohua face the people of Eastern Qi and how many years of glory will he face in Sufu? When the time comes, Wei Zhaohua can really get out of the way?

"The emperor said that he would protect the safety of the county lord! If he can sweep away the big end, the queen status of the county lord will be more justified, and no one will say anything! ”

Jiang Heng seemed to be firm that Wei Zhaohua would agree in a while, and said even more.

Wei Zhaohua sneered, the sadness on his face was all replaced by mockery, and the origin of Jiang Heng in front of him had become a joke in Wei Zhaohua's eyes.

"Go back and tell the emperor that if you want me to do this, it's okay! The Su Mansion will fall, and I, Wei Zhaohua, have no place to stay. When the time comes, I will definitely help the emperor and ask for consequences! ”

Jiang Heng was stunned in place, Wei Zhaohua's words were not much different from those who had already refused.

The Su Mansion will fall, and the county lord of Zhaohua has no place to stay, such a thing is something that Jiang Heng can't even think of. Not to mention that Su Chengtuo already had a very solid foundation before, even if it is Wei Songting and Su Qinfeng now, it is enough to provoke the Su family.

If you want to bring down the Su Mansion, isn't it just a dream?

"County Lord?" Jiang Heng still wanted to say something, but looking at the hat that Wei Zhaohua threw over, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it.

"This is the hat I made for you, whether you like it or not, it's all my heart. I've been closed for a while, and when you're born, you don't need to invite me. ”

Wei Zhaohua's words paused slightly, "If you still remember that you have half a point of affection, you won't come today!" ”

Jiang Heng wanted to say something, but Wei Zhaohua had already walked towards the inner room, and he had no interest in listening to it anymore.

Jiang Heng looked at the tiger head hat in his hand, the needlework was not good, let alone bad. But this gift is indeed the first time that Jiang Heng has seen Wei Zhaohua do something with the front in person for so many years.

The weight of this is enough to make Wei Zhaohua feel embarrassed at this time.

Even if Wei Zhaohua really made meritorious contributions to the fight against Daduan in the future, he would not be able to wash away the identity of a traitor to the Eastern Qi Dynasty for the rest of his life, and even the century-old reputation of the entire Su Mansion would be covered with dust.

Thinking about it, because of this, even Shen Cuobai didn't dare to come to persuade rashly, right?

In the empty room, what is left is a sigh?

When Wei Zhaohua came to Huguo Temple, it was already close to dusk. The winter night came earlier, but Rao was like this, and Wei Zhaohua's face still had a determined look.

The sweeping monk stretched out his hand to stop Wei Zhaohua from stepping into the Huguo Temple, and saluted with his hands together, "Donor, the Huguo Temple is closed today." If the donor is dedicated to the Buddha, why don't you come back early tomorrow morning? ”

"What if I want to go in now?"

Wei Zhaohua spoke in a deep voice, and the sweeping monk's face was a little stiff. Although the woman in front of her couldn't see her face clearly under the hat, the arrogance around her was already half a point higher than the others.

If you want to refuse, you need a lot of courage.

"Let her in." A voice came from behind the sweeping monk, and he turned his head, and it was clear sky.

The sweeping monk hurriedly folded his hands and saluted, and Mingkong gently returned the salute. When the sweeping monk looked up again and wanted to talk to Wei Zhaohua, Wei Zhaohua had already disappeared in front of him.

The sweeping monk was shocked and wanted to say something, but as soon as he turned around, Mingkong was gone.

Stretched out his hand and touched his head, the sweeping monk was stunned in his heart, couldn't it be that he was all dazzled just now, where would anyone be able to come and leave quietly?

Wei Zhaohua stood in the Buddha hall, the lights were bright, and the yellow light made the appearance of the Buddha very soft.

The Buddha who suffered a lot and was still willing to purify all sentient beings in the end. Why have I never been through so many years? If you have never killed people and set fires, you have never done great good or evil, so you really can't get into the eyes of the Buddha?

"I remember that in the past, the county lord never believed in the gods, and the ghost Buddha county lord was even more invincible, why now, the county lord remembered here?"

Mingkong asked, took the three pillars of incense from the side, and handed them to Wei Zhaohua.

"You know I don't believe that, so why did you let me in? Give me back the incense? If I personally demolish your great hall, you should also understand that I have this ability! ”

Wei Zhaohua looked at the person in front of him funny, and the mockery in his eyes was even worse.

Mingkong's face was still indifferent, and he didn't have any throbbing because of Wei Zhaohua's words. The hand holding the incense was still in front of Wei Zhaohua, as if Wei Zhaohua didn't stretch out his hand to help, Mingkong wouldn't give up.

The two of them confronted each other, but in the end, it was Wei Zhaohua who took the lead in defeating, took the incense, and walked inside.

Holding incense on his forehead with both hands, Wei Zhaohua bowed deeply, and it was impossible to see it on his face, but he also felt that Wei Zhaohua's visit to worship had a few different emotions.

The incense in his hand was inserted in the incense burner, and Wei Zhaohua almost did not hesitate, and turned around and walked out of the hall directly.

The moonlight is gentle, and when it hits the ground, it seems to be killing people's anger. The Huguo Temple is empty, and the monks respect time the most, and they should all be ready to rest at this time.

"County Lord," Ming Kong called softly, "It seems that the County Lord is alive now, and he is not very happy." ”

"In the world, where can there be any real happiness and fake happiness. I only know that in the end, the dust is dusty, and everyone is it. Wei Zhaohua returned, looked up at the moonlight in the sky, and gently took off the hat on his head.

When you hide your face in the hat, you can't see your expression. But for Wei Zhaohua, it may not be a kind of depression?

"If the county lord can really take life and death lightly, he won't come here again. The county lord does not believe in the Buddha, but the Miao Jiang group is indeed convinced. The stick of incense just now, it should be the county lord for them, right? ”

"Hundreds of lives have become dead souls under the knife overnight. Even ordinary people should have a little bit of compassion. ”