Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

When it was time for dinner, Xue Huaien asked Murong Qiuming and Song Zhiwen to invite both Murong Qiuming and Song Zhiwen into his tent. When they walked in, they saw a few dishes on the table and even a pot of wine.

Both people froze for a moment.

Xue Huaien said: "You are all here, sit down first, sit down."

Murong Qiuming and Song Zhiwen glanced at each other, then walked over to take their seats.

Song Zhi asked, "Big Brother Xue, you asked us to come over--"

Xue Huaien personally picked up the jug to pour the wine glasses in front of the two of them, and said, "I'm watching. In the past few days, everyone has made a lot of trouble for Xiancheng and Jinyiwei. You know, no matter what Xianwei. City or not, we are all members of White Dragon City, and we all belong to the same family."

"..."

"So, prepare a little wine specially, and invite the two brothers over."

"..."

"What's the matter, we are all fine, and we can't hurt peace for outsiders."

Song Zhiwen glanced at him and said, "Brother Xue is worried."

Murong Qiuming was originally indifferent. Hearing these words, he looked at them, and then said: "Wine, you said this, who is making trouble? But it's all about solving the problem."

"Yes Yes."

As Xue Huaien said, he poured wine for all three of them.

Then he raised his cup and said, "In that case, I will do it first."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank it.

Murong Qiuming and Song Zhi asked him this way, and they all drank the wine in their glasses one after another. Xue Huaien said with a smile, "That's fine."

Put down the cup, everyone picked up chopsticks to eat.

Although they were outside, the companions they accompanied were not sloppy, and the dishes they prepared were quite delicious. Only Song Zhiwen, who ate like chewing wax, didn't stretch his frowning brows.

Murong Qiuming sat opposite him, took two bites, and looked at him again.

Said: "Jiwen, have you thought about it?"

"Do you want to return to White Dragon City?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwen's expression became more solemn, he sighed lightly, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

Murong Qiuming glanced at him coldly and said, "Why, haven't you thought about it yet?"

Xue Huaien persuaded: "Okay, didn't you say you don't want to make trouble."

"Wine, it's not me making trouble, I just want to solve the problem."

Murong Qiuming said coldly: "Now, Uncle Cheng's body is still there. It can't be left forever. Sooner or later, we will have to help the coffin back. What do we say when we go back?"

"..."

"Zhiwen, Uncle Cheng watched us grow up."

"..."

"Do you bear that he is wronged?"

Song Zhiwen frowned more tightly, looking at the two of them, for a moment he was speechless.

The atmosphere became heavier.

After waiting for a long time, Song Zhiwen said softly, "I--"

But before he could say his words, there was a rush of footsteps at the door. Then, people outside seemed to say something anxiously, and Xue Huaien immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

His guard walked in and said, "My son, someone from the Cheng family came over and said there was something important to report to my son."

"Oh? Let them in."

All three of them put down their chopsticks and raised their heads, only to see several guards of the Cheng family walk in with an angry expression, and bowed their fists hastily to the three of them.

"Several princes."

Xue Huaien asked, "What's the matter?"

One of them came forward and said: "Several princes, we want to ask, what are you going to do with that surnamed Li, and do you plan to return to White Dragon City?"

"This--"

Xue Huaien hesitated a bit, and Murong Qiuming had already said coldly: "For this, don't ask me and Xue Gongzi, ask Song Song."

"..."

"If he doesn't agree, we won't be able to leave."

Song Zhi asked him a glance, and looked at the guards with some embarrassment. Just as they were about to say something, a few people said coldly: "Our Patriarch was assassinated. He didn't point at others to avenge him, but we respect. My princes, I have been listening to your mediation and have not acted rashly. But now, the other party is already moving!"

"what?"

Song Zhi asked, frowning: "What do you mean by this?"

The man said: "We just secretly saw that those Jinyiwei guards are already packing up, and they are ready to leave."

"what?"

The three of them were taken aback for a moment, staring at each other.

"They are leaving?"

"But, isn't the Li Bu hurt still in our hands, can they go?"

The few people sneered and said: "Don't forget the princes, they are Jin Yiwei, who can rush to our camp in the middle of the night to kill people without being discovered. If they want to leave, is it still a difficult task?"

"That's right, especially the one with the surname Li, who is their leader, I'm afraid it's even stronger."

"If some of you can't come up with an idea and let them go, then we are—"

Song Zhiwen's brows were wrinkled and a pimple.

He hurriedly said: "A few of you, don't worry, let's go over and have a look, and we can talk about it after asking clearly. Don't make things worse because of misunderstanding."

Several people from the Cheng family said: "We didn’t do it directly, and that’s what we mean by coming here. Ask a few princes to go over and take a look. If those Jinyiwei guards are really going to leave without even a single explanation, then it’s not so easy for us to agree. of."

Murong Qiuming sneered, "Let's take a look."

So all three stood up and walked out of the camp.

At this time, the sky outside was pitch black, and bonfires were raised everywhere in the camp. Many guards had finished their dinner, some had rested, and some were still patrolling in and out.

As soon as they all came out, everyone immediately gathered around: "A few princes, what's the matter?"

Xue Huaien asked first: "Well, isn't Li Shang still in the tent over there?"

"Yes, our people have been guarding, he has not been out all day today."

"That's good."

At this time, Ma Yuanju also walked up and asked: "My son, what happened?"

Song Zhiwen didn’t answer, but just waved his hand. Ma Yuanju looked at him solemnly, and felt that something was going on, so he waved for people to follow. A crowd walked to the gate of the camp and found that the guards of the Cheng family were all gathered together. . .

After a while, a crowd of people walked to the gate of Jin Yiwei's camp.

The guard immediately stopped them.

"What are you doing?"

Song Zhiwen said, "Please come out, and we have something to ask."

As soon as his words fell, Murong Qiuming on the side already sneered and said, "It's already like this, so why are you asking?"

Song Zhi asked, looking back at him: "Huh?"

Murong Qiuming pointed inside and said, "Didn't you see it? They have even withdrawn the stove!"