Li Dong's eyes swept over Song Mu at this moment. Song Mu's face flashed stiffly, and he seemed to tremble suddenly.
Li Ao also stopped him at this time.
"enough."
Li Ao interrupted everything, and Feng Qi, who was looking at him at this moment, also looked a little pale.
Li Dong put away the scroll and handed it to Li Ao with both hands, but Li Ao just took a deep breath and knocked the thing down.
There was silence in the sacrificial square, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the fallen scroll.
The things listed on it are detailed enough, and the charges are well-founded. Those officials who have been officials in the court for decades also know clearly the friendship between those officials and Feng Qi.
It turns out that there are still such dark things in this world, and they were actually caused by the man who stood at the pinnacle of power in the Wen Dynasty.
Many of the officials who followed Feng Qi did have such an ideal in their hearts, waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne and Feng Xiang to be regent, changing the face of the Wen Dynasty.
For this reason, they can not be afraid of death and can do things that force them to do so at this juncture.
But what they couldn't accept was that the man who built their dreams had the blood of countless colleagues on his hands.
The Wen Dynasty has stood firm for hundreds of years in the face of such changes, relying on the integrity of the literati and the stability gained by countless Confucian and Taoist people.
The literati looked down upon each other, but the literati who had seen the crisis also sympathized with each other.
But at this moment, their belief building began to collapse, because the person at the top broke this most universal rule.
Literary men can die, or die from demons, or die from betraying the literary dynasty.
However, the scrolls list the tragic events in which the clan was wiped out, and among them were all capable ministers of the Wen Dynasty, and some of their names were even familiar.
At this moment, Li Ao's hands were already trembling a little, and his old face seemed a little dull. He looked up at Feng Qi and spoke slowly.
"Feng Qi, tell me this, but... is it absolutely true?"
Feng Qi's face turned pale, but at this moment, his eyes were slightly lowered.
Li Ao finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted again. Li Dong and the surrounding officials spoke out one after another.
"His Majesty!"
"Father!"
Several people stepped forward one after another, but were knocked away by Li Dong. At this moment, Li Ao's side suddenly felt a surge of literary power, which even brought a burning sensation.
"Feng Qi! Take your life!"
A long dragon of literary power rushed out. The surging power made people look at it. Feng Qi's beard and hair were ruffled by the red light, and his face was calm at this moment.
A force suddenly dispersed the red light, and then Duqin's voice came.
"Song Mu! Don't act recklessly!"
Song Mu was knocked away by the power exerted by Du Qin. At this moment, Song Mu roared up and charged forward again.
"How can you not avenge your father's murder?! How can you not avenge it!"
Song Mu's eyes were full of ferociousness, and he was about to get out of anger at this moment, and the writing force in his hand never stopped, but at this moment, another force fell from the sky, Yan Fu took action to restrain Song Mu, and said sternly.
"Jing Zhao, if you kill like this, how can you clear Huangfu Fengming's name, and how can you clear the name of so many well-connected families in the world!"
"This matter will be left to your Majesty to decide, and your master will be completely innocent!"
Song Mu, who was being suppressed tightly, clenched his fists and roared in a low voice. This scene fell into the eyes of Li Moer and others, and everyone had complicated expressions at this moment.
Li Ao woke up leisurely, but asked immediately.
"Feng Qi, what do you mean by doing this?"
"Your Majesty, I said this is all for the Wen Dynasty."
"From the hundreds of years of the Literary Dynasty to this day, there has been hardly a year of peace, and scholars are dying every moment."
"In this way, the Wen Dynasty is like being torn open by a demon, a wound that can never be scabbed. It wants to make our Wen Dynasty gradually die."
"There are people in the court who insist on war and put the literati of our court to death. How can they not survive until they reach a higher level, and then destroy them in one fell swoop?"
"With the implementation of the clan law and the expansion of the frontier armies in the four frontiers year after year, so many literati died on the battlefield like this. I feel that it is not worth it!"
Saying this, Feng Qi suddenly looked at Song Mu with wide eyes, as if there was endless anger and dissatisfaction in those eyes.
"Why should I kill them? They are trying their best to lead the battle. Can they win the battle? Can the world be in peace forever? Can the Wen Dynasty be immortal?"
"I can't wait for them to exhaust Wen Dynasty's strength like this, so let me be the sinner!"
"absurd!"
Several angry scoldings suddenly came out at this moment. Song Mu immediately glared at the other party and spoke.
"Then tell me, my master is such a person who takes the lead in fighting. When he was alive, he tried his best to stop the war for the Wen Dynasty. How can he die in your hands?"
With one sentence, Song Mu stopped questioning Feng Qi. Feng Qi looked at Song Mu at this moment, but his eyes seemed a little different.
There was some hesitation on Feng Qi's face, but he still spoke.
"Song Mu, Huangfu Fengming is indeed not the main battler, but he is so sharp that the demons have already targeted him."
"I am indeed ashamed. He is really aloof and arrogant, and it is difficult for me to use him."
Song Mu paused and his face suddenly turned pale.
Tao Fengming, who worked hard for the Wen Dynasty, was abandoned by Feng Qi and thrown into the monster's mouth just because of his political disagreements.
Another angry roar sounded, but after the roar, there was no movement. Yan Fu stood beside Song Mu, and at this moment he saw Song Mu slowly loosen his fist.
The two sides looked at each other, but Yan Fu only saw the dejection in Song Mu's eyes, which had lost some of its light.
Feng Qi, however, did not pay any more attention. Instead, he looked at Li Ao on the other side and cupped his hands.
"Your Majesty, it seems that I will never see that day again. Regarding today's matter, I have already made up my mind to die. But now, I have no face to see the late emperor."
As soon as these words came out, Tan Xiang had already stepped forward, with an angry look on his face.
"Your Majesty, what Feng Qi has done has outraged both humans and gods, and must be dealt with severely!"
Li Ao raised his head and looked at Feng Qi, his eyes full of confusion.
After a while, Li Ao just waved his hand and said slowly.
"Feng Qi, you have assisted me for decades and have been kind to the Wen Dynasty, but your merits and demerits cannot be offset. As for how to deal with it, I will let you make your own decision."
The officials raised their eyes, and many of them looked anxious. Feng Qi was not an ordinary scholar. If such a great scholar were to let him go, he might have endless troubles.
When Feng Qi heard this, his face paused, his eyes dropped slightly, and he sighed softly.
"Old minister, I know it is irreversible. After so many years, I have been unable to find Confucianism and Taoism again. Your Majesty, please ask me to go to Wuxia Cliff, enter that chaos, and chase after the ancestors."
Further up the cliff of nothingness is a place beyond chaos, a place of death and no life.
What Feng Qi said is called exile, but it is actually self-extinction.
Li Ao was speechless, but after a moment, he nodded.
Feng Qi saluted Li Ao solemnly, looked around, and said to Song Mu, who was already indifferent.
"Song Mu, I regret not being able to see you establishing a sect of Ci. Confucianism and Taoism are the sages. With these four words, you are the only one in the world."
Saying this, Feng Qi raised his hands towards Saint Li Du. At the moment, his figure was floating in the air, and at the next moment, he and the two saints soared into the sky, leaving only a vague word.
"Your Majesty, after ten thousand years of reincarnation, you and I will not be kings and ministers, but only close friends!"
Li Ao slowly raised his head and looked at the sky with loose dark clouds. He closed his eyes slightly at this moment, his face full of loneliness.