"I heard that the second son of the Pei family is also in the Xiongnu army, and that the plan to raid the capital was his idea."
Mu Zian smiled.
"In that case, the Pei family truly deserves to die."
Mu Zian emphasized the last four words, his eyes fixed intently on Du Yuheng.
Although Mu Zian currently has no evidence to provide.
However, he was already certain that Du Yuheng was involved in the plot to murder his cheap father.
Pei Shaozhu's dying words were by no means intended to incite a fight between the two.
Du Yuheng's expression changed slightly.
The atmosphere inside the hall was lively, but for some reason, a chill ran down his back.
Du Yuheng frowned slightly.
"The younger generation is truly formidable."
"Now that the Duke of Zhenguo is in the limelight, he also needs to know the principle that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind."
Threat! Du Yuheng is already an open threat.
Mu Zian tapped the table lightly and looked at Du Yuheng in front of him.
"Today, I have a sudden inspiration, and coincidentally, I have a poem to present to the Prime Minister."
Upon hearing this, Du Yuheng became somewhat interested.
"I have always been a poet, and I am very much looking forward to meeting you today, Duke Zhenguo."
Mu Zian spoke slowly.
The poem is titled "Bamboo and Rock".
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed in from outside the main hall.
The biting wind whipped the red silk hanging inside the hall, making it look like a churning sea of blood.
In the cold wind, Mu Zian's voice slowly reached Du Yuheng's ears.
"Hold fast to the green hills and never let go."
"The roots of the tree are in the broken rocks."
Du Yuheng's expression remained unchanged during the first two lines; while the lines were good, they could not be described as stunning.
Du Yuheng smiled to himself. This famous line of poetry wasn't something that could be found everywhere; it couldn't just come out of nowhere.
Just as Du Yuheng was about to give this junior, who knew nothing about the world, some pointers.
Mu Zian tapped the table lightly, producing a highly aggressive rhythm, and then stared intently at Du Yuheng.
"Though battered and bruised, it remains firm and strong."
"Let the winds blow from east, west, north, or south."
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