At that moment, Li Fengyun hesitated.

Whether he can win the world or not, Li Fengyun doesn't care if he holds the power of the world. From the beginning, he didn't intend to be an emperor, in essence, he was a lazy person, even if he barely sat in that position, he played with the little fox, the big fox and the old fox of the Manchu Dynasty every day, fighting wits and courage, that was not what he was good at, nor was it the life he wanted, and he was not destined to be a good emperor.

But Li Fengyun knew that if he agreed to Liu Zhiyuan's request, then, with Du Ruyue's strong temperament, he was afraid that it would be impossible to get together with him again. In the darkest corner of Li Fengyun, there is still a careful thought, if a teapot can pay for two or three teacups, wouldn't it be a very happy ending?

What to do?

If he refused, not only would he break the promise he had made, so that those heroic souls who died in battle could not rest under Jiuquan, but also many people would die because of his decision, including Feng Dao and his family who were standing in front of him.

The dragon is a strange creature, although it has been incarnated as benevolence, justice, wisdom and kindness in the hearts of the people, but Li Fengyun knows very well that the actual dragon has nothing to do with these at all. Selfishness is his nature, possession and control are his nature, and deception, domineering and unreasonableness are his privileges and means.

These are not recorded in the history books, only a slightly conscientious historian will write four words in the most inconspicuous corner: "The power of heaven is unpredictable", and carefully remind the latecomers: "Thunder, rain and dew, all are Jun's grace"!

If you have to say that dragons are actually the product of human desires that have swelled to the extreme. It does its own thing, no matter whether others live or die, everyone in the world is the object of its use, and it is unwilling to accept any constraints.

The emperor who has always regarded himself as the true dragon emperor, no matter who he is, as long as he sits in this position, he will be more or less assimilated by it, no matter what kind of face he shows himself, a qualified emperor will always be full of tyranny, selfishness and arrogance in his heart. It is actually the performance of everyone in the world after they are so strong that they have lost their restraints, unless there is still a shackle on his head that makes him skeptical.

If Li Fengyun's answer can't satisfy Liu Zhiyuan, will Liu Zhiyuan, who is about to pass away, still care about these shackles?

Unlikely.

What will be the result? The wrath of the Son of Heaven, millions of corpses, thousands of miles of blood.

Li Fengyun's heart was full of smoke and war, which was more important, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Liu Zhiyuan didn't continue to ask Li Fengyun, just looked at him quietly, but the kindness in his eyes slowly faded, and his gaze became colder and colder.

Although it was nearly February, a few wisps of spring had extended to the imperial capital Kaifeng, but the cold of the harsh winter did not subside much, and a few stoves in the hall could not dispel much of the chill in the bones. It's just that Feng Dao's forehead has begun to seep sweat drops. Decades of Huan Hai career, ups and downs, has already smoothed out the edges and corners of Feng Dao, the ideal of governing the country and the world when he was young is just a beautiful and ridiculous bubble in retrospect, and the only thing left is self-cultivation and the Qi family.

Having served so many emperors, Feng Dao already understood what kind of creature the emperor was. The historical records are so ridiculous, the Confucian ideal is just the babbling of an idiot, it can be used as a disguise, but if you really want to take it seriously, it is simply poisoning the world. A person who has never really governed the world and has no experience in how to govern the world, can his ideas really be used as the golden rule for governing the world?

Feng Dao didn't believe it, and he didn't care, what he cared about now was how to let his family survive in this troubled world, and if possible, to ensure that his reputation would not leave too much shadow in the history books.

However, the confusion at the beginning took in a disciple who he couldn't see through himself, so that all this might be in vain in an instant. It is difficult for Mingzhe to protect himself, if he wants to protect himself, he must first become a ruthless and unrighteous villain, which may be the true meaning of the same light as the dust.

Feng Dao couldn't open his mouth anymore to remind Li Fengyun that everything could only rely on his own decisions. Feng Dao began to think about how to draw a line with Li Fengyun and save his family's net worth. For the sake of the family's inheritance, no one cannot be sacrificed.

The war is burning, and all the familiar faces seem to be looking at Li Fengyun, with resentment in anticipation, Wang Chongyin, Dian Kui, Seventeen, Crazy Monk, Bai Futong, Zhang Song......

I don't know how long the hall was silent, only the burning sound of candles "snapping" came into my ears from time to time, just as Liu Zhiyuan's brows gradually wrinkled, Li Fengyun finally raised his head, stepped forward and bowed his hand and said: "Minister Li Fengyun is willing to relieve His Majesty's worries, go to the soup and go to the fire, and do not give up!"

"Okay!good!good!" Liu Zhiyuan said hello three times in a row, and the cough that followed made his face look extremely ruddy, and pushed away the ginseng tea handed by the great eunuch, Liu Zhiyuan actually stood up, "General Li really deserves to be the pillar of the country, in this way, I can rest assured!"

I hope that before dawn tomorrow, the general will be able to send the head of the traitor Du Chongwei to me!"

"Yes, the minister will do it!" Now that the decision has been made, Li Fengyun did not hesitate any longer, turned around and said goodbye, and left the palace.

"Is that you?" Du Chongwei sat in the study, looking up at Li Fengyun who was covered in blood, those generals and guards in Du Chongwei's mansion couldn't stop Li Fengyun, and Li Fengyun single-handedly killed in front of Du Chongwei. Outside Du Chongwei's mansion, Li Fengyun saw that a large number of soldiers and horses had already been densely packed on the streets, and Du Chongwei had nowhere to escape.

"It's me!" Li Fengyun said lightly, "The marshal is on the bank of the Hutuo River, and when he calculates and abandons so many soldiers in hard battles, I'm afraid I can't think of this day!"

"Hahahaha! I can't think of it, I can't think of it!" Du Chongwei put down the book in his hand, stood up, and slowly took off a treasure knife hanging on the wall, "Ben Shuai had long expected that Liu Zhiyuan would not let go of the old man so simply, but Ben Shuai had thought that it would be you who came to end the old man."

Hahahaha, good plan, kill two birds with one stone, Liu Zhiyuan, he is really scheming.

Li Fengyun, you can't fail to see Liu Zhiyuan's plans, right?"

"So what?" Li Fengyun asked rhetorically, "I think very clearly, Dashuai, don't you think it is most appropriate for me to send Dashuai on his last journey?

Du Chongwei was stunned for a moment, a red tide appeared on his old face, and he took out the treasure knife, and the treasure knife flashed brightly in the candlelight: "Are you laughing at Ben Shuai? Yes, Ben Shuai did take a stinky move, made a mistake, and lost the whole game." However, this should not be a reason for you to laugh at Ben Shuai. Ben Shuai just didn't expect the Khitans to lose so quickly! If Ben Shuai hadn't made a wrong move, where would he be allowed to sit with Liu Zhiyuan in this world?"