Chapter 2687: Why can't we be united?

Song Zhiwen took the letter with a trembling hand, and the envelope had not even been opened.
It can be seen that Li does not hurt how confident he is.
Or in other words, he designed everything that was seamless in this day, and he also controlled the whole situation. Even now, there is no word on this letter. The words Murong Qiuming and Xue Huaien said just now are enough for them. Sin.
By this time, this letter had almost no effect.
But Song Zhiwen opened the letter with trembling hands. In the evasive gaze of Murong Qiuming and Xue Huaian, he unfolded the letter paper and looked at the words on it line by line.
The people around also held their breath.
Even though all the people just now understood who the murderer was and what their purpose was, some people still had a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps everything is a misunderstanding.
Perhaps Li Bushang's guess is wrong.
Perhaps Murong Qiuming and Xue Huai'en didn't kill the Cheng family's head at all.
However, when Song Zhiwen slowly raised his head after reading the letter, everyone saw that his eyes were bloodshot and red, and tears flickered.
All people understand.
Song Zhiwen looked at Murong Qiuming and Xue Huaien. Even if the two of them were stubborn, but this letter and Xue Zhen were already witnesses in front of them. They could not deny it at all. When they looked at Song Zhiwen's eyes , Both of them bowed their heads involuntarily.
Song Zhiwen's lips trembled slightly, and he spoke several times without making a sound.
"You, you--"
He choked several times before uttering the following words in a hoarse voice. His voice was already full of pain: "It's really you, it's really you..."
At this time, there is no way to tell the truth.
Therefore, Murong Qiuming simply raised his head and said viciously: "Yes, we just don't plan to dedicate the city to Yan Country, we just plan to dedicate the White Dragon City to the Nanli King Arislan of the Kingdom of Suo, can't we? "
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"Anyway, both sides are backers. You want to rely on Yan Guo, why can't we rely on Lai Guo?"
"..."
Hearing these words, Li Bu hurt rolled his eyelids.
But didn't say anything, just looked at them coldly.
Song Zhiwen only felt a little chill in his hands and feet, and his hands holding the letter were shaking constantly, and the letter paper almost fell to the ground. He looked down at the familiar handwriting on it for a long time, then raised his head again and said, "But why?"
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"Since they are all patrons, and since you have to offer the city, why do you have to choose the country?"
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"Why can't we be united?"
"Unite as one? Humph!"
Murong Qiuming said coldly: "The one who contacted the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom has always been the old woman from the Xue family, and her son—daughter. Yes, Xue Yun turned out to be a daughter, and she deceived everyone by disguising herself as a man for so many years. They have always made friends with the emperor of the Yan Kingdom. After the city is offered, they are the cronies. We people just follow the past together. What advantage can we gain?"
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"But the Nanli King of the Kingdom of Lao is different."
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"That is when we secretly set up the line and dedicated the city to him, so that we can get the most benefit."
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"You don't even think about this, you just think about Xiancheng, are you too naive?"
Song Zhiwen's face was suddenly pale, and he couldn't speak for a while.
Indeed, although his family is engaged in business, the ancestors of the Song family are from the Central Plains. Even if they have taken root in the White Dragon City and got rid of the culture and education of the Yan country, they still have a longing for the Central Plains culture, or attachment, which made him study since childhood. His heart, It is not so much a businessman as a scholar.
Therefore, he can't think of so many benefits, and he doesn't have so many minds.
For them, it is already a very good thing to have a relationship with the increasingly powerful Yan Country, but they didn't expect that Murong Qiuming still thought about so much.
Song Zhiwen took a deep breath and looked at Xue Huaien again.
"You, the second room of your Xue family is also because of this relationship?"
Xue Huaien sneered. The smile looked very hideous under the fire, and said coldly: "Yes, that old lady used a daughter to pretend to be a man. She deceived us for so many years and has been on guard for us. Now she and her The Emperor Yan Kingdom has made a good relationship and will offer the city in the future. I heard that the emperor will let her recognize a son to be the head of the family. Then, can we not get anything?"
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"Me, my dad, how did the people in the other rooms swallow this breath?"
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"So, we deliberately pretended to approve of offering the city on the surface, but secretly, we had already got on the line with King Nanli of Luoguo. As long as the city was dedicated to King Nanli, he would help us get rid of that dead old woman. At that time, the Xue family will be mine!"
Looking at the two crazy people, Song Zhiwen only felt colic in his chest.
No matter what they look like now, they have grown up together since they were young, running all over the mountains and rolling all over the ground together, although they know that when they grow up, it is impossible for them to be as close as they were when they were young. With their own thoughts, but in his heart, he still regarded these people as friends.
Unexpectedly, time flies, not only their appearance will change.
I don't know how long it took, he raised his head, his voice was no longer hoarse like his own voice, and said, "Then you, did you kill Uncle Cheng just because of this?"
As soon as these words came out, the guards of the Cheng family around them all showed murderous intent.
When Murong Qiuming and Xue Huaian mentioned this, they also trembled slightly.
However, things have reached this point, and naturally there is no room for turning back.
Therefore, Murong Qiuming stalked his neck and said, "Yes, this is the only way to ruin your visit to the city this time."
Song Zhiwen trembled and said, "But why is it him?"
"..."
"why it's not me?"
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"I, our family is in favor of offering the city, and Uncle Cheng is along with you, why don't you kill me, but kill him?"
Xue Huai'en sneered and said: "Kill you, these Jinyiwei will immediately know that it is the hands of those of us who do not agree to offer the city, and the people in the city will naturally doubt us."
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"Only by killing a person who also disagrees with Xiancheng will they get into trouble. The people in White Dragon City will resent Yan Nation and oppose Xiancheng."
"..."
"and so--"
Song Zhi asked, "You killed him."
As he said, he had another meal, looked at Xue Huaien, and said: "To be precise, it was really you who killed him?"