Chapter 46 Who to Fight for

I came late at night with such a solemn expression, and I said that I had something "very important" to tell myself.

The atmosphere in the account suddenly became grim. Liu Feng felt that the air around him seemed to be rapidly getting cold. Before Zhao Yun said anything, Liu Feng had vaguely realized the serious surname.

"What's the matter, Uncle Yun, please tell me." Liu Feng let Zhao Yun in and poured a cup of warm tea.

"Your uncle came to see me just now." Zhao Yun took the tea, but didn't take a sip.

Uncle Zizhong?

Liu Feng was stunned for a moment before he realized that he said that this person was Mi Zhu. Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen him this evening.

Liu Feng smiled and said, "Uncle is looking for Uncle Yun. Most of them are talking about military and political matters."

"No, he came to ask me about the cause of the death of the micause."

This short word suddenly shocked Liu Feng's heart. He didn't think that he had been temporarily forgotten. At this time, someone mentioned the old story again, and he was also Mrs. Mi's own brother.

In theory, Mi Zhu should ask himself about his nephew, but why did he ask Zhao Yun, an outsider, unless...

"How did Uncle Yun answer?" Liu Feng asked calmly.

"Of course, I answered what I saw at that time."

The night wind entered the account, and the hanging brazier squeaked.

Liu Feng was silent for a moment and asked, "What's your uncle's reaction?"

Zhao Yun looked directly into Liu Feng's eyes: "I don't believe it. With all due respect, what he said is probably implying to me that he suspects that the death of his mother was done by the eldest son.

His heart was like being beaten by a whip, and a cold rushed to the door from under his feet. In an flash, it seemed that the air around him had been drained. Liu Feng felt that his breathing began to suffocate, and his mind was dark.

Then, in the endless darkness, an idea, like lightning breaking through the night sky, instantly filled the whole brain.

I · Must · Xu · De · Li · Liu · Bei!

In fact, this idea, like a lonely ghost, has been wandering in Liu Feng's heart for a long time. If it hadn't been for his status as Liu Bei's adopted son, he would have put it into action.

With this name, surrendering to Cao Wei will be regarded as a traitor to his father.

If you defect to Eastern Wu, you will be regarded as a traitor to your father.

If you defect to Liu Chang, you will be regarded as a traitor to your father.

......

No matter which force he goes to, he will be regarded as a rebellious son of his father. Even if he can save his life, he will live in the contemptuous eyes of others all his life. With Liu Feng's surname, such humiliation is simply more uncomfortable than death.

In addition, you may choose not to defect to other forces, but to stand on your own and fight for yourself.

However, since the country, talents are needed. With the stinky hat of "rebel father" on his head, who is willing to come to him? Without the assistance of talents, a commander and a fart, the end will only be more miserable than warlords such as Yuan Shu and Lv Bu.

Therefore, Liu Fengcai once thought about how to secretly cultivate power without leaving Liu Bei, conspire to seize power, or pretend to keep a low profile, and protect himself with this situation.

But now, Mi Zhu actually misunderstood that he had killed Mrs. Mi. Although Liu Feng knew that he could not provide evidence, Liu Feng himself could not provide evidence to prove his innocence. Then, with the identity of Mi Zhu, a stern, and Liu Bei's trust in him, as long as Mi Zhu has a heart, Liu Bei will be suspicious of himself.

Even when the current situation is in embarrassment, Liu Bei will not ask, but once it stabilizes in the future, the suspicion of temporarily pressed down will inevitably break out. At that time, I'm afraid I don't have to wait until Liu Bei is so far away to be emperor. When he is still in Jingzhou, his life will probably be unjustly killed by them.

When Zhao Yun saw that Liu Feng's expression was a little trance, he comforted, "A Feng, we are open and aboveboard, but we have a clear conscience. Why are we not afraid of others' suspicion?"

'Zilong, Zilong, you and I have different identities. We also have a clear conscience, but the effect is very different!'

Liu Feng sighed secretly in his heart, but he hurriedly restrained his trance. Instead, an unprecedented calmness appeared on his face. He smiled faintly and said, "Uncle Yun said, what I haven't done, why should I be afraid of other people's suspicion? Those boring people, they can go as they like."

Zhao Yun is the kind of person who looks the same, but unfortunately he doesn't understand Liu Feng's mind. In his opinion, since Liu Feng's expression and words are so calm, his heart must be the same.

Zhao Yun's serious expression calmed down, and a few gratified smiles appeared on his handsome face. He suddenly sat up and shouted, "Come on, pick up my weapon."

Liu Baolu was curious and stood up and looked out of the tent. A moment later, two Zhao Yun's soldiers entered, and the two of them carried a silver long gun together.

The silver gun is quite different from the ordinary gun. It is a huge silver heavy gun. The handle is nearly half longer than the ordinary gun, as thick as a small arm, and the blade of the gun is nearly four feet. When the two soldiers carried the gun inside, it was not easy to walk, and it seemed that the silver gun was extremely heavy.

As soon as Zhao Yun stretched out his arm, he easily held the silver gun in the tiger's palm. Under the dim firelight, the heavy gun swam the silver light, like a silver-scum cub lying cross-arm.

He stood horizontally and danced a gun. The heavy gun passed, and the fierce energy set off a storm on the ground. The two soldiers beside him instinctively stepped back a few steps in fear. Even the brazier outside the father-in-law was squeaked from side to side by the invisible force.

The sharp wind dissipated, and Liu Feng praised, "What a heavy gun!"

Zhao Yun smiled and suddenly put the heavy gun in his hand on his hands.

"Uncle Yun, you are..." Liu's cover was at a loss.

"This heavy gun was used by me in the past, and I used it all over the world before I was 30 years old. I heard that the eldest prince was going to lead the army to Lushan alone to fight against the enemy. Yun had nothing to help, so he gave this heavy gun to the eldest prince and wished the eldest prince a triumph in the first battle.

So that's it.

Looking at Zhao Yun's promising eyes and the silver flowing weapon in his hand, Liu Feng couldn't help but surge a warm current in his heart at this moment. It was a kind of touching from the heart, as if this touching also diluted the previous haze a lot.

Between real men, there is no need for false refusal!

"Thank you, Uncle Yun."

Liu Fengxin took over the heavy gun and stroked the gun body, which had been engraved with traces of time. The heroic feelings in his heart arose spontaneously: "Zilong, with the magic soldiers you gave me, I swear to become stronger. However, I won't work for Liu Bei. I'm fighting for myself!"