Chapter 259: Song Song, you don’t want your brother to be king, do you?
I heard the iron pillars being bounced outside the big tent, making people howl like ghosts and wolves.
Translator Song couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Sure enough, Qin Feng is still a dog!
Even though he is almost dead from illness, he still cannot change his dog nature.
Seeing this, Yi Xusong put away his arrogance.
After all, a tiger is still a tiger. Even if he is sick, it is still easy to catch a sheep and gnaw it.
Qin Feng looked at Yi Xusong, with a smile on his sallow face.
He waved and said in a hoarse voice:
"My dear brother Yiyusong, you are my dearest relative, friend and brother.
We said goodbye back then, but it made me feel bad.
That was us running together in the sunset, and it was also my lost youth."
Yi Xusong slowly walked up to the bed, the corners of his mouth twitching non-stop.
It was okay if he didn't talk about the past, but it was very painful for him when he talked about it!
Was it you who kicked the coconut tree and hit me?
You're the one who put me in jail and messed with my mentality, right?
In the end, they forced me to write a cooperation letter. If I didn’t write it, I would be thrown into the pen of estrus boars, right?
Now you still have the nerve to recall it? Go to hell and die!
However, looking at Qin Feng's sickly appearance, Yi Xusong felt much better.
Evil people will be punished by evil people, and evil people will be punished by evil people!
Humph! Now even if the First Emperor saw it, he probably wouldn't recognize you as the high-spirited Marquis of Xianyang before, right?
Qin Feng did not know these thoughts of translating Xu Song.
His eyes seemed to be damaged. He squinted and looked at Yi Yusong carefully.
After a long time, he sighed:
"Good brother, you are still so young, but I am already extremely old and my days are numbered."
There was a trace of sadness in Yi Xusong's eyes, and he echoed:
"Yes, my good brother, if possible, I really want to stay with you for a while."
"I'm so touched. Let's die together. You'll be carrying me on the road to hell."
"...Actually...this thing doesn't need to...you don't need to travel together."
Yi Xusong couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and looked around cautiously.
Fortunately, no one had the intention to take action. What I said just now almost scared me to death!
I thought Qin Feng was going to do the trick of breaking a cup again and caught him on the spot!
Seeing that there was no movement, Yi Yusong glanced at Qin Feng with some resentment.
What a bitch! He didn’t forget to scare people even before he died!
Qin Feng sighed, coughed twice violently, and said sadly:
"Brother, I'm afraid my time is running out.
But you are in your prime and cannot leave yet.
For the sake of love and peace between Daqin and Baiyue, and for the sake of the lives of millions of people, we’d better make peace.”
As he said that, Qin Feng waved his hand, and Hei Niu understood, took a piece of fine silk from the side and handed it to Yi Xusong.
Yi Xusong took a look, his eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.
He slowly stretched out his hand and took it tremblingly.
When I opened it and took a look, my eyes immediately lit up.
This is indeed the cooperation letter I left behind! It also has my own fingerprints on it!
Translator Song quickly stuffed it into his clothes and kept it close to his body.
But he thought about it and felt that it couldn't be done.
Looking at the stove next to it, he took out the silk and stuffed it directly.
It wasn't until he saw the silk fabric turned into ashes that he let out a long sigh of relief.
When he turned around and saw Qin Feng smiling, he felt a little ashamed.
Sure enough, there is an old saying among the Han people: when a man is about to die, his words are kind, and when a bird is about to die, his cries are mournful.
Although Qin Feng was a bitch, he finally did a good deed when he was about to die.
Translation Xusong even felt that he was judging a gentleman with a villain's heart. How could a dignified Xiou warrior do such a thing?
Immediately, Yi Xusong punched his chest fiercely and said sincerely:
"The Marquis of Xianyang treats me sincerely, and I will treat the Marquis of Xianyang sincerely."
Qin Feng nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to say something, he coughed violently again.
Hei Niu quickly brought over a spittoon. Qin Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Translator Song frowned and said in a deep voice:
"How long can the Marquis of Xianyang's body last?"
But just as he finished speaking, he found that the faces of Han Xin and others around him were unkind and full of grief and anger.
He explained in a panic:
"I don't mean anything else, I just think that such a heroic man as the Marquis of Xianyang should not die young!"
Qin Feng chuckled and said:
"It doesn't matter, if I didn't die young, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to come here, right?
Baiyue and Daqin will not stop fighting, and the war will continue.
It's just because I've become like this now that both parties can sit down calmly and have a good talk.
You dare to come here and discuss with me about becoming the king of Baiyue."
Translator Song nodded his head, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.
He straightened up suddenly, waved his hands and said:
"Don't dare! My father is the chief of the Baiyue Alliance. This is recognized.
If the Qin Dynasty really canonizes the king of Baiyue, where can I get my turn to translate the Song Dynasty?"
Although he refused, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.
No one understands human nature better than Qin Feng.
In particular, how can a hero like the translator Song Dynasty live in a state of depression for a long time?
There was a hint of joking in his eyes, and then he said in a hoarse voice:
"Well, it turns out you actually have a father.
But there is no way, I didn’t know before, so in the imperial edict sent by Your Majesty, you are canonized as the King of Baiyue."
Translator Song said with a rather trembling voice:
"Can the imperial edict be withdrawn..."
Qin Feng shook his head without any doubt:
"No."
Hearing this, Yi Yusong breathed a sigh of relief.
But he still smiled bitterly and said in a very embarrassed tone:
"But...my father's place...is very difficult.
This kind of abdication has not happened for hundreds of years.
Moreover, my father is in his prime and is very popular among the people, so I am afraid he will not give up his throne."
Qin Feng turned over to make himself more comfortable and said with a smile:
"Oh? People's support? After you defeated the 300,000-strong Qin army and killed the Qin general Tu Sui, the people's support in Baiyue should be with you!
Your father, leave it to us to solve the problem.
The rest, you just need to make an accident."
Translator Song's breathing gradually became faster, and he was silent for a long time, with veins bulging on his forehead.
He slowly shook his head with pain on his face and said in a deep voice:
"But he is my father!"
Qin Feng smiled and said meaningfully:
"But he is also Jie Jun's father."
Translator Song immediately trembled and stood there blankly.
After a long time, he finally regained his composure and nodded heavily.
Then he turned around and strode away.
Seeing him leading the people away, Qin Feng changed into a comfortable position with a smile, and said lightly to the back of the screen:
