Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 293
Three days later, Fengyin sent back a secret report.

"As expected of an intelligence officer, this guy is fast!"

An Ming went to Murong Li's room with the secret letter he had just received, and presented it respectfully.

"My lord, Fengyin has sent you a letter, please read it!"

Murong Li took the secret letter and opened it to read it hastily, his stern eyebrows frowned.

An Ming and the others saw that his expression was different, and they couldn't help but condense their expressions.

"My lord, what's the matter? What did the letter say?" An Mu asked.

Murong Li handed the secret letter to An Mu, An Mu took it and quickly swept it away, and his brows furrowed instantly.

Both An Tai and An Ming felt strange, and they leaned over to An Mu to have a look, and they both showed incredulous expressions.

There are only two words in the letter.

Fengyin is a capable person, and he always only talks about the main points, so the name mentioned in the letter is likely to be the person who betrayed their prince this time.

This is different from what they guessed in advance.

"My lord, what should I do?" An Mu put down the letter paper in his hand, "Do you want my subordinate to call someone over immediately?"

Murong Li paced back and forth in the room for a while, then stopped abruptly.

"Go and call Feng Yue over. Remember, don't disturb other people."

"Yes! This subordinate understands!"

The three of them left together and went to the station to "please" people.

Two quarters of an hour later, the three of them appeared in the courtyard with Feng Yue, who was covered in a sack all over.

After all, he was a battle-tested fighter who had developed a body of strong and burly muscles. As soon as he landed, Feng Yue struggled hard, almost throwing off the Antai brothers who were restraining him.

"What are you doing? Do you know who I am? Holding the imperial court officer hostage, but..."

The following words disappeared in his throat, because Feng Yue had already seen clearly who was "holding" him.

"My lord... my lord..." Feng Yue's expression changed a few times, and his muscular body was trembling because of fear or guilt.

Murong Li gave a signal with his eyes, and An Ming immediately flew to the courtyard wall and assumed the duty of guarding the wind.

"My lord, you summoned your subordinates to come... but something happened?" Feng Yue forced himself to be calm, but his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Murong Li stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back, his slightly cold and deep eyes swept towards Feng Yue, and Feng Yue's heart suddenly shivered.

"Feng Yue, how long have you been with me?" Murong Li asked in a deep voice.

With dim eyes, Feng Yue slowly lowered his head.

"Reporting to the prince, it has been five years."

"Yeah, it's been five years..." Murong sighed with emotion, as if caught in some kind of memory.

"Since I entered the army, you have followed me. I still remember that the first time I went to battle, I was arrogant and arrogant. I didn't listen to your good advice. As a result, I fell into the enemy's trap and lost the battle. He was also injured and disfigured.”

"In retrospect, all this seems to have happened yesterday, very clearly."

"Yeah, everything seems to have happened yesterday." Feng Yue also expressed emotion.

"Feng Yue, this king wants to ask you, has this king ever treated you badly in the past five years?" Murong looked at Feng Yue sharply. "What good did King Duan promise you, that you actually want to leave behind the five-year friendship between you and me?"

Feng Yue trembled all over.

Once something is said, it can no longer be quibbled and concealed.

The guilt hidden deep in his heart spewed out like a torrent, which could no longer be suppressed.

With a sound of "dong", Feng Yue touched the ground with his knees, knelt down, and cried bitterly: "My lord, the general is sorry for you, and the general should not have leaked your news to Shen Tulie."

(End of this chapter)