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  It was late at night when he came, his expression so solemn, and he even said that there was something "very important" to tell me.

  The atmosphere in the account suddenly became serious. Liu Feng felt that the air around him seemed to be rapidly cooling down, and Zhao Yun had not yet said what was going on, but Liu Feng already vaguely sensed something serious.

  "What's the matter, Uncle Yun? Please speak." Liu Feng ushered Zhao Yun in and poured him a cup of warm tea.

  "Zi Zhong's uncle came looking for me just now." Zhao Yun took over the tea but didn't take a sip.

  Is your uncle's son?

  Liu Feng was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, remembering that the person he mentioned was Zou Jue. Suddenly, he recalled that he had seen him this afternoon.

  Liu Feng smiled and said: "Uncle is looking for Yun Shu, probably to discuss some military and political matters."

  "No, he came to ask me about the cause of his mother's death."

  This brief remark made Liu Feng's heart suddenly skip a beat, and he didn't expect that something he thought had been temporarily forgotten would be brought up again at this time, especially by Mei Fu's own elder brother.

  Logically speaking, Mei Zhen should have come to ask himself this nephew, but why would he go and ask Zhao Yun, an outsider, unless...

  "What did Yun Shu say in response?" Liu Feng asked calmly.

  "I naturally answered him whatever I saw at that time."

  The night wind enters the tent, and the hanging brazier creaks back and forth.

  Liu Feng fell silent for a moment, then asked: "What was Uncle's reaction?"

  Zhao Yun looked straight into Liu Feng's eyes: "Zhou Zizhong doesn't believe it. Forgive me for guessing wildly, but what he said may be hinting that he suspects the death of our master's wife was done by the eldest young master."

  His heart felt as if it had been whipped with a lash, a chill ran from his feet to the top of his head, and for an instant, it seemed as though all the air around him had been sucked dry. Liu Feng felt his breathing begin to suffocate, and his mind was filled with darkness.

  Then, in that endless darkness, a thought burst forth like lightning tearing through the night sky, instantly filling the entire brain.

  I must leave Liu Bei!

  In fact, this idea had been wandering in Liu Feng's heart for a long time, like a lonely ghost. If it weren't for his identity as Liu Bei's adopted son, he would have taken action long ago.

  With this title, surrendering to Cao Cao would be seen as betraying one's father.

  Defecting to Eastern Wu would be seen as betraying one's father.

  Defecting to Liu Zhang would be seen as betraying one's father.

  ……

  No matter which force he defected to, he would be regarded as a rebellious son who betrayed his father. Even if he could save his life, he would have to live in the contemptuous eyes of others for the rest of his life. For someone with Liu Feng's pride, such humiliation was even more unbearable than death.

  Apart from this, it is also possible to choose not to join other forces, but to establish one's own system and create one's own world.

  However, to conquer the world requires talent. With the infamous title of "rebel against one's father" on his head, who would be willing to join him? Without talented people to assist him, he is just a lone commander, and what kind of world can he conquer? His fate will only be more miserable than that of warlords like Yuan Shu and Lü Bu.

  So, Liu Feng was thinking about how to secretly build up his power without leaving Liu Bei's side, whether it was plotting to seize power or pretending to be low-key, in order to protect himself.

  However, now Mi Zhu mistakenly believed that he had killed Mi's wife. Although Liu Feng knew that he could not produce evidence, Liu Feng himself also could not produce evidence to prove his innocence. In this case, with Mi Zhu's identity as a veteran and Liu Bei's trust in him, if Mi Zhu had the heart, then Liu Bei would inevitably have doubts about himself.

  Even in this difficult situation, Liu Bei would endure and not ask questions, but once the future is stabilized, that temporary suppressed suspicion will inevitably erupt. At that time, I'm afraid it won't be necessary to wait until Liu Bei becomes emperor, even when he's still in Jingzhou, his own life will probably be wrongly killed by them.

  Zhoa Yun saw Liu Feng's expression was a bit dazed, so he comforted him: "Ah Feng, as long as we are upright and clear in our hearts, what do we care about others' suspicions?"

  "Zi Long, Zi Long, our identities are different, yet we both have a clear conscience. However, the effects are vastly different!"

  Liu Feng secretly sighed in his heart, but he quickly collected his dazed expression and instead showed an unprecedented calmness on his face. He smiled faintly and said, "Uncle Yun is right, I haven't done anything, so why should I be afraid of others' suspicions? Those boring people can think whatever they want."

  Zhao Yun was the kind of person who was consistent in his words and actions, but unfortunately, he did not understand Liu Feng's concerns. In his opinion, since Liu Feng's expression and words were so calm, then his heart must be the same.

  Zhao Yun's serious expression eased, and a few comforting smiles appeared on his handsome face. He suddenly sat up and shouted: "Come on, bring me my weapon!"

  Liu Feng's face showed curiosity, he stood up and looked outside the tent. After a moment, two of Zhao Yun's personal soldiers entered, carrying a silver long spear together.

  That silver spear was quite different from ordinary spears, it was a huge and unparalleled heavy silver spear. The handle was nearly half longer than usual spears, with a thickness similar to an arm, and the sharp blade at the tip was over four feet long. When the two soldiers carried this spear in, their footsteps were not light, and the silver spear looked exceptionally heavy.

  Zhoa Yun stretched out his arm, and with a light and easy motion, he grasped the silver spear in his tiger-like palm. Under the dim glow of the firelight, the heavy spear swirled with a silvery radiance, resembling a coiled young dragon with scales of silver.

  He dodged to one side and swung his spear in a magnificent arc. The heavy spear passed by, leaving behind a trail of intense energy that stirred up a fierce whirlpool on the ground. The two soldiers standing beside him instinctively retreated several steps back. Even the brazier several feet away was shaken by the invisible force, swaying from side to side with a creaking sound.

  The fierce gust of wind dispersed like a knife, and Liu Feng exclaimed: "What a great heavy spear!"

  Zhoa Yun smiled slightly and suddenly presented the heavy spear in his hands with both hands.

  "Yun Shu, this is..." Liu Feng's face showed a bewildered expression.

  "This heavy spear was what I used in the past, and with it, I conquered the world before I turned thirty. Hearing that General is about to lead the army alone to fight against the enemy at Lushan, I thought there's nothing else I can help with, so I'm giving this heavy spear to General, wishing you victory in your first battle."

  So that's how it is.

  Looking at Zhao Yun's hopeful gaze, looking at the silver light flowing in his hand, Liu Feng's heart suddenly surged with a warm current, which was a heartfelt emotion that seemed to dispel some of the previous gloom.

  What need is there for false excuses between true men!

  "Thank you, Uncle Yun."

  Liu Feng took the heavy gun with a smile, lightly stroking the gun body that had already been engraved with the marks of years. A heroic feeling arose in his heart: "Zi Long, I have a divine weapon to give you as a gift. I swear to become stronger. However, I won't die for Liu Bei; I'm fighting for myself!"

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