Bang!
Huang Song punched the table heavily. His expression was ferocious and full of anger. He threw a roll of bamboo slips filled with words on the ground.
Feng Jue was still outside the tent when he heard the heavy thud inside. The soldiers guarding the tent saluted him, then lifted the tent flap to let him pass.
"Bogao, what happened? Why are you so angry? " When Feng Jue entered the tent, he noticed that the table was cracked by Huang Song. Doubts arose in his heart and he asked Huang Song with concern, "Just now, I sent a messenger to summon Jue, saying that you have an urgent matter."
Feng Jue's gentle voice brought Huang Song back to his senses. He took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the surging violence in his heart.
Huang Song pointed at the scattered roll of bamboo slips on the ground. There was a murderous look in his eyes, as if he was staring at the enemy who killed his father.
"Huaijie, look at the letter on the ground. Prince Changshou is a traitor. He's so arrogant that he's out of control!"
When he opened his mouth, his voice was slightly hoarse because of his anger. He sounded more tired than usual.
Feng Jue squatted down slightly and picked up the roll of bamboo slips. Then, he opened it with both hands and read it with a frown.
His composure was much better than Huang Song's. Even though the contents made his heart skip a beat, he still maintained a calm expression. He said with certainty, "Although this move of Prince Changshou's looks ordinary, it's indeed a vicious plan. He's trying to kill you, Bogao!"
Huang Song was not a fool like Prince Changshou. When he received the roll of bamboo slips lying in his tent, he realized that the situation was bad. Even his scalp could not help but feel numb. An unprecedented sense of crisis rushed to his head. He hurriedly called Feng Jue over to think of a solution.
Feng Jue sat at the lower seat and placed the roll of bamboo slips aside, as if it was some kind of scourge.
Although the handwriting on it was gentle and harmless, the content inside could be said to be a deadly poisonous snake. One bite would be the end of one's life.
"Prince Changshou and the current Emperor are blood brothers. These two are more suspicious than the other." Feng Jue's lips curled into a mocking smile. He had long looked down on the royal family. "Although Prince Changshou sent this letter to recruit you, Bogao won't believe that you're sincere even if he takes advantage of the situation to get close to you. Therefore, the original intention of this letter is most likely to drive a wedge between Bogao and His Majesty, attempting to kill with a borrowed knife. "
It wasn't entirely a bad habit for those in power to be overly suspicious, but to be overly suspicious to the extent of being overly suspicious would only bring about harm.
Unfortunately, the current Emperor and Prince Changshou both had this temperament.
He clearly knew that this letter was a ploy by Prince Changshou to frame him, but when this news reached the palace, Huang Song's official career would come to an end.
Losing his position was a small matter, but he was afraid that his entire family would lose their lives.
Ever since the earthquake in Shangjing, the Emperor issued an edict to move the capital to Chenzhou. Prince Changshou forged an edict to leave his fief with troops and horses, besieging Chenzhou for an entire winter. The Emperor became more and more paranoid every day. Even the slightest movement could irritate his sensitive nerves.
So far, it was unknown how many upright officials and loyal officials had been mistakenly killed by the Emperor. The imperial court was even more jittery.
Today in Chenzhou, the Emperor used the power in his hands to kill anyone who made him feel unhappy, unhappy, or displeased.
How long had he been in Chenzhou?
Not to say that blood had flowed like a river, but the killings had already made everyone tremble with fear, and everyone was in danger!
The aristocratic families and celebrities in Chenzhou didn't dare to meddle in the affairs of the imperial court, didn't dare to talk about the people's livelihood, didn't dare to delve into the ways of governance, and didn't dare to propose to strengthen the army and enrich the people. These things were even ridiculed by the public as vulgar things. They only dared to talk about romance at elegant gatherings and poetry gatherings.
Feng Jue felt helpless and heartache at such a jittery atmosphere. His dissatisfaction with the Emperor had already gone through the roof.
None of the three sons of the Feng family were simple.
Feng Jue could see that once this "chatting" atmosphere spread, it would harm the country!
Even if everyone knew that Prince Changshou's actions were to frame Huang Song, according to the Emperor's suspicious character, he would never trust Huang Song.
If the Emperor still had a trace of rationality, he would most likely strip Huang Song of his military power, transfer him away from the frontline, and grant him an idle position.
However, according to Feng Jue's judgment of the Emperor, he was afraid that he would not be so "merciful."
He would rather wrongly kill ten thousand loyal officials and generals than miss a "traitor" who might betray him.
The royal family was merciless, and brothers fought against each other.
Prince Changshou and the Emperor, the two brothers, could even fight against each other, let alone Huang Song, a descendant of a eunuch who had nothing to do with the Emperor.
Huang Song's face was pale, as if all the blood had drained from his face. He sat in the distance, dispirited, and his eyes flickered with a complicated look.
Feng Jue sighed and said to Huang Song, "What does Bogao plan to do now?"
If he did not do anything to protect himself, when the news of "Prince Changshou recruiting Huang Song with generous promises" reached the Emperor's ears, it would provoke the Emperor's suspicious nerves. By then … Haha, even if Huang Song had a godfather to put in a good word for him by the Emperor's side, his situation would still be precarious.
Huang Song held his head dispiritedly and said rather uncomfortably, "I don't know … I don't know how to dispel the Emperor's suspicions …"
Up until now, Huang Song still had expectations for Dongqing. He hoped to be a loyal official who could turn the tide and benefit the people.
However, Huang Song was not a foolishly loyal person.
If the Emperor really wanted to kill him, he would not foolishly stand on the spot and wait for misfortune to befall him.
Feng Jue sighed and said, "It's too difficult to dispel suspicions. Even if you manage to escape today, if Bogao loses the battle just a little, it's hard to guarantee that the Emperor won't suspect that you are in cahoots with Prince Changshou … When that time comes, you really won't be able to escape."
The battlefield was ever-changing, and no one could guarantee that they would win.
Prince Changshou's plan was simple but extremely vicious. It directly broke the advantage that Huang Song had accumulated with great difficulty.
After hearing Feng Jue's words, even if Huang Song was unwilling to believe it, he felt a little guilty when he thought of the Emperor's current state.
He wanted to cry but had no tears. He said, "Huaijie, you have to save me …"
These days, it was not easy to be a loyal and patriotic person.
Even if Huang Song wanted to save the country and the people, reality did not allow him to. He might even face the situation of being beheaded.
Feng Jue lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He said decisively, "The plan now is to cut off my tail to survive."
"Cut off my tail to survive?" Huang Song muttered.
Feng Jue knew what Huang Song was thinking. Until now, he had not completely dispelled his expectations for Dongqing. Since that was the case, he had to give it a push.
He said, "Yes, this is the only plan that can preserve our strength. Bogao, write a letter and secretly deliver it to His Majesty. Explain the details of this matter and reprimand Prince Changshou for his wild ambition and intention to sow discord between you and the Emperor. Finally, retreat in order to advance. Resign from your position as colonel and temporarily leave the frontline. Don't touch these sensitive positions for the time being. "
After hearing that, Huang Song thought for a while in a daze. He was still hesitant and unresigned emotions filled his heart.
He hated Prince Changshou to the core!
This vicious plan was too f * cking sinister.
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