Chapter 550

Due to the preparation of the previous offensive war, Meng Xinghe won the battle very beautiful. There were not many people lost on their own side, and many of the other side almost fell down without fighting. With only a little resistance, they immediately gave up and broke down.

Meng Xinghe wrote a good report, sent people to Beijing, and arranged prisoners of war to adapt them to his command. Then he went into the prison and interrogated Wang Yuhe in person.

Wang Yuhe is now scarred. He is tied to the scaffold. Seeing Meng Xinghe, he can't help sneering: "Meng Xinghe, you think you won, but you lost. Do you believe it or not, when you finish fighting the Fu Su people and return to Beijing, your highness will find someone to kill you. "

This point, he does not need to say too clear, such as Meng Xinghe family background must be very clear.

This is the biggest taboo of being an official.

In particular, the prince's highness is still unknown, and is criticized as a useless prince by the people all over the world.

He was suppressed by the queen and the third prince for a long time, and then stabbed the queen himself and killed the third prince Such a cruel killing of their nominal mother and brother, this in the respect of the noble way of Daqing Dynasty, will only attract ridicule.

Meng Xinghe, however, is not satisfied. He always advocates that there must be a way to the front of the mountain. He should defeat the Fusu people first, and then deal with the west of the prince palace If he is really so heartless, he should be killed as a meritorious minister.

Then, it is not impossible for him to take the throne with his own troops and horses.

Now the prince is, to put it bluntly, an empty prince.

The ministers in the court are either mediocre ministers who only hold their heads and hide, or they are the remaining Party of the queen and the third prince, or they are still loyal to the emperor and truly belong to his power, and there is only Lord Shangshu.

What is he afraid of?

Meng Xinghe looked at him and said with no expression: "Wang Yuhe, I come to see you personally. I don't want to hear you say such nonsense. I just want to make a deal with you."

This sentence is to let Wang Yuhe some surprise, others are in the hands of mengxinghe, what else can be traded?

“…… You say

Meng Xinghe said coldly: "I can not only kill you, but also let you die happily. How to die depends on your own choice."

"What do you want?" Wang Yuhe did not understand

"Tell me where the bones of song muyuan are."

On hearing this, Wang Yuhe was stunned. He didn't expect that Meng Xinghe would ask him this question. Song muyuan did not deal with Meng Xinghe on weekdays. In fact, they were a little tired of each other.

He suddenly asked what song muyuan was doing?

Is there any secret in Song muyuan's body?

Thinking about it, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his mouth slowly picked up a sarcastic smile. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Meng Xinghe. He said with a smile: "I can't see that you are still a kind of love!"

Meng Xinghe frowned and looked at Wang Yuhe unexpectedly: "do you know?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Wang Yuhe looked up with a burst of laughter, and then looked down at the Mengxing river.

"How can I not know what people in Xianming pass know? Do you think that you will go into song Xijiao's house and haunt her blacksmith's shop when you are free? To tell you the truth, I have already let my subordinates go to the palace and poke your two affairs in front of the prince! "

Meng suddenly picked up his cold face.

"Ah

Wang Yuhe a scream, half of the cheek immediately exposed red flesh and blood, the pain of his several want to faint!

Meng Xinghe said calmly: "let me hear her name from you again. Next time, I will directly brand it here."

As he spoke, he put the iron on his thigh again.

"Well..."

Wang Yuhe all over convulsion, not live of dull hum, crazy smile finally convergence up.

Meng Xinghe said coldly: "I don't have time to chat with you here. If you don't say so, I'll hang you on the wall of the city. Whether you'll die of injury, freezing or starvation depends on your own nature. By the way, you know that there are quite a few vultures and crows on the Gobi desert. Maybe they smell it and eat your life to death. "

“……”

"Not yet?"

Meng Xinghe saw Wang Yuhe pretending to be dead with his head down. Anyway, he didn't say that. He also had some ways to know, but it was more troublesome.

"Somebody."

Wang Yuhe saw Meng Xinghe's eyes showing a murderous heart, and immediately gave up the struggle: "I said."

……

On the vast Gobi desert, there are withered grass and snow on it, which is desolate and desolate.

Song Xijiao is dressed in white, with a white paper flower pinned on her bun. She looks at the tombstone in front of her in silence. There are five big characters on it: the tomb of song muyuan.These five characters are carved by Meng Xinghe. The tombstone faces north and faces Fusu.

That's what she meant.

Because she believed that there must be a corner in the elder brother's heart. She also wanted to kill all the Fu Su people, and she certainly didn't want to do those things.

At the moment when he was dying, he must have regretted it!

She is also biased. It should be song muyuan who is really implicated in the killing of the Song family, but she doesn't hate him at all.

Maybe it's just because, at the bottom of her heart, song muyuan has never been regarded as her real elder brother, and she has no expectations or requirements for him. She cherishes the benefits he has given to her.

But to Zhong Chun, she expected too much, could not face his deceit and betrayal, indifferent.

"Come on, let's go back."

When the dusk gradually rises in the vast sky, song Xijiao finally raises her head and turns to Meng Xinghe with a heartfelt smile of gratitude.

She knew that Meng Xinghe, such a generous and just hero, would accompany her to mourn for a spy. He must be very uncomfortable.

But for her safety, no matter how she refused, he still followed.

Meng Xinghe stares at her without expression for a while. After confirming that her smile is not forced to smile, he utters a voice from his nose: "if you want to stay a little longer, it doesn't matter if you want to stay for a while, anyway, I have nothing to do today."

"You're OK. I'm busy."

Song Xijiao laughed and bent down to pull out a weak dog tail grass.

"Go back. It's new year's Eve tonight. I have to prepare dinner for elder brother Zhao, and give red envelopes to tenants in the field and workers in the blacksmith's shop."

Meng Xinghe raised his eyebrows: "only for Zhao Jie? And mine? "

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