A full of anger surged in my heart. In Wei He's shocked gaze, Ji Duoyou waved his arm and shook off the thin arm of the lady, as if he had thrown off a poisonous snake with a thorny snail and quickly lifted the curtain out.

The moment he lifted the curtain, the cold wind outside the room quietly sneaked into the warm room. Mrs. Li shrank for a while, collapsed weakly on the kang, muttering inadvertently.

"Mom, mother, wake up quickly! You still have me, I am yours and my son-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

At this time, Mrs. Li was completely lost, her pupils were scattered, she lay on the kang in a depressed manner and twitched gently, her mouth was tilted, and she was drooling, and even her fingertips were extremely moved. No matter how Wei He swayed and called, she could not hear it and had no reaction.

Gongshuhua and Rongyi couldn't stand it anymore, so they had to go and comfort Wei He: "Your Madam, the grandmother has lost it anymore, let her go safely-------"

The heart-wrenching cry in the room came outside, and Ji Duoyou's anger was gradually calmed down, but instead he felt an unspeakable sorrow from the bottom of his heart. He didn't want to come this time, but he kept silent and repeatedly advised himself: Since he was here, just for the sake of the King of Zhou and Wei He, he would just vaguely and perfunctorily treat a dying woman. Unexpectedly, when things came to an end, he looked at the face of the once beautiful but now aging and dirty face, but still couldn't help it------

"Pick--" with a sound, the thick cotton curtain was lifted up and put down, making a dull sound. Ji Duoyou turned around and faced Shangwei and his red and burning angry eyes: "Why? Why do you do this?" He was questioning.

In front of a young man who had just lost his mother, any consolation or explanation was unnecessary, and Duoyou could only remain silent. But his silence even more angered Wei He. He pulled out his sword with a clang, pointed at Duoyou's nose and asked: "Since you are unwilling to forgive your mother's wife, why should you agree to reply to Chaoge? Let her, a dying person, ignite hope and put a basin of cold water on her head. Isn't this urging her to die? I understand." His voice began to tremble: "Are you taking revenge on her? Revenge on her in this way is also taking revenge on me, right?"

"Don't advise others to be kind without the suffering of others." Ji Duoyou looked at Wei He's angry eyes and the cold sword. He replied firmly and coldly: "The sufferings suffered by my mother and son are all given by the Grandmaster. I can forgive, but I cannot express my regret on behalf of my mother who had been lonely for half a lifetime to forgive this woman who used to treat her as a sister but stabbed her in the back! If she truly repents, why don't she come to my mother's bed at the time of death to repent? Hum?"

"Okay, okay!" Wei He said three words "Okay", one more and more colder than the other. At this time, Gong Shuhua, Ji Hu, Rong Yi and others had come out one after another. Seeing the two arguing, their faces were different and the atmosphere was solemn. With a "hiss" sound, Wei He waved his sword, and a large piece of the hem of the brocade robe was cut by the sword. The plain white robe fluttered and fell on the blue brick floor in the cold wind.

Wei He put his sword in the sheath, and his voice was like ice: "You and I will give birth to the same father, and I cannot kill you. The ancients said that "cutting the robe and breaking the meaning". Since then, the friendship between you and me has been like this robe, with one knife and two pieces, and there is no connection. You go, Chaoge does not welcome you, and Wei will not tolerate you."

Many friends bent down and bowed: "No!"

Only a rustling sound of clothes and footsteps could be heard. When Ji Duoyou looked up, only Ji Hu Yaoyao was left in front of him. Duoyou bowed again and said, "Master, Chengzhou Daying is busy with military affairs, so I will say goodbye."

"Wait." Ji Hu gave the order, Ji Duoyou replied in an echo, "What are the king's instructions?"

Only the young man sighed: "Ziliang, why do you insist on doing this? You need to recommend and protect you with all your strength. You have always been friends when you are the prince, and you are even more flesh and blood brothers. Why do you have to make such a breakup and embarrassment?"

"King, do you still remember the death of the previous king and the next?"

After a sudden question from many friends, Ji Hu suddenly changed color: "The death of the mother is always remembered in my heart, and I dare not forget it."

"So," asked how much raised his eyes, "If Empress E-Wen begged the king to forgive her for her actions in the past when she was dying, would the king do what she wanted?"

"You------" Ji Hu was blocked and pointed at him and didn't know what to say.

"I'm leaving."

Looking at Xiao Suo's back as he was leaving alone, Ji Hu murmured to himself: "Is it because Gu and Wei He are too forced to him?"

"King, no." Rong Yi was standing by his side at some point.

Ji Hu turned his head and said, "Oh? What are your opinions, sir?"

"A minister who serves the king is the best. A true pure minister must take the monarch's destiny as the supreme minister, and cannot do everything according to his original love and hate, and act recklessly. General Ji Duoyou can fight and decide the world bravely, but his personality is too rebellious. He never thinks of the king as his mind, but only chooses according to his own preferences, and his compassion for Prince Yu, and his pity for E Wei, and this return to Wei will be revealed. The king, if he hand over the power of Chengzhou military power to this person, there will be great hidden dangers in the future!"

"Pure minister, pure minister-------" Ji Hu suddenly remembered the good words Zhao Bohu taught him how to be a prince of the Eastern Palace, and unconsciously blurted out: "Just be loyal and filial, regardless of whether there is any reward, and do not ask the king to be trusted equally. This is called 'pure minister'."

Rong Yi was shocked, looked up at him, and bowed to respond, "What the king said is extremely true. Only when he does this can he be a pure minister. But General Ziliang is obviously not!"

Ji Hu bounced his fingers weakly: "You go first, Rong Gu thinks about it."

"promise!"

On the cold winter, people outside Puyang City fell. As soon as the official road drawn out of the mountains like silver threads entered the Dahe River Valley, it was buried in the vast haze. The morning sun also became red and chaotic. A crisp and intense sound of horse hooves came like a rain, and suddenly rushed from the official road to the river valley entrance.

The horse under his crotch had been running for a long time. Seeing the flood in the river valley making a long neigh, Ji Duoyou sighed helplessly, and had to let go of the reins, let the horse drink water and eat grass. Looking back at the city of Wei Kingdom that was looming in the distance, he felt very sad. Wei Kingdom, the place where he gave birth to him, may he really never return. This time he offended Wei Houhe. From then on, he will not only never be able to return to the Wei Kingdom office, but he may not be able to tolerate Zhou.

Thinking of this, a feeling of resentment filled his chest. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "The sky is the great world, is there no place for my friends to stay?"

"Hehehehe——, the world is so great that there is your place to stay. It depends on whether you are willing to go to Wei Ziliang?" As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp laugh like a silver bell suddenly opened up high, and the vast frost and mist seemed like a sound outside the sky.
Chapter completed!