In the evening, Zhu Xiu and Feng Qingchan went to the Taishi Mansion to visit Feng Dao.

When my uncle came to visit, Feng Ping came to greet him personally. Zhu Xiu bowed hurriedly and called him father-in-law, with a very respectful attitude.

Feng Ping forced a smile and called out, "Wen Cai is here."

Perhaps because Feng Dao was seriously ill, the atmosphere in the Feng family was solemn. Even several of Feng Dao's nephews who worked in other states rushed back to Beijing to visit and lived in the Feng family.

When they heard that Zhu Xiu had come to visit, all the relatives of the Feng family came to pay their respects. Each one of them called Mr. Zhu County and became familiar with him.

Zhu Xiu chatted politely with them for a while, then escaped with the help of Feng Ping and went to Feng Dao's residence in the back bedroom.

"It makes Wen Cai laugh. My old father is seriously ill, and these clan members are more worried than me, the eldest son."

Feng Ping shook his head, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

Zhu Xiudao: "After all, the old master is the head of the Feng clan. He has supported the Feng clan for many years. The younger members of the clan have received many favors from him, so it is only natural for him to come to visit."

Feng Ping said: "They are not concerned about their father's condition, but they are worried that the Feng family will lose support, so they rushed back to check on him."

Zhu Xiu smiled and did not answer.

It is normal for relatives of the Feng family to react this way. Without Feng Dao, it would be difficult for the Feng family to gain a foothold in the court.

Now that the life of the pillar of the Feng family is at stake, they are of course nervous. Without the help of the DPRK and China, it will be difficult for them to take further steps in their career in the future.

As the eldest son of Feng Dao and the next head of the family, Feng Ping had the most thorough understanding of the officialdom. He had no ambitions in his official career and was willing to remain quiet.

But after all, not everyone can see things as clearly as he does.

In the bedroom, the light is dim, and the dim candlelight flickers, adding to the air of twilight.

Feng Dao was lying on the couch, skinny and skinny, with few of his snow-white beards and hair left, like a dead tree that had lost all vitality and was on the verge of death.

Feng Qingchan's eyes were red, she bit her thin lips tightly, wetted the towel with hot water, and sat by the couch to wipe his hands and feet.

"Dad, Wencai and Chan'er are here to see you!" Feng Ping whispered in the old man's ear.

Feng Dao's deeply sunken eye sockets slowly turned, he barely opened his eyes, and made a hoarse voice with difficulty in his throat: "Okay~Okay~"

"Aweng..."

Seeing his appearance, Feng Qingchan couldn't hide her sadness and began to sob softly.

Feng Dao's dark eyes suddenly burst into light, and he struggled to reach out to gesture to Zhu Xiu.

Feng Ping was startled and said hurriedly: "Wen Cai, come forward quickly, father has something to say to you!"

Zhu Xiuye's heart sank. Feng Dao's appearance was obviously a reflection of his past.

Zhu Xiu sat down beside the couch, gently held Feng Dao's trembling and thin hand, and whispered: "Old lady, it's me. If you have any questions, just give me your orders!"

Feng Dao held Zhu Xiu's hand tightly. It was hard to imagine that a seventy-two-year-old man who was about to die would have such great strength.

Feng Dao struggled to hold Feng Qingchan's hand tightly, and tremblingly handed it to Zhu Xiu's hand: "Take good care of Chan'er!"

Feng Qingchan burst into tears, Zhu Xiu also had red eyes and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, old lady!"

Feng Dao was breathing rapidly. He took several deep breaths as if he had exhausted all his strength. His mouth was half open and his face was ashen.

After calming down for a while, Feng Dao opened his mouth to indicate that he wanted to speak. Zhu Xiu quickly put his ear closer and heard the old man say in an extremely weak voice: "What you want to do cannot be forced, it depends on the weather and luck...

.If the emperor is still alive and the country is stable, remember not to act rashly, otherwise you will suffer a violent death..."

Zhu Xiu said softly: "Don't worry, old lady, you also know that I cherish life the most, and I will never do anything to seek death!"

Feng Dao said hoarsely: "For the sake of my relationship with Chan'er, the Feng family will help whatever they can, and there is no need to force anything if you can't..."

"Don't worry, old lady." Zhu Xiu agreed.

After saying something, Feng Dao seemed to have trouble breathing again. He took a deep breath with all his strength with a painful expression, and did not forget to wave his hand towards Zhu Xiu.

Feng Ping's eyes turned red and he sighed: "

Wen Cai will take Chan'er to the house to rest first, and I will serve you here."

Zhu Xiu nodded, knowing that it was Feng Dao who had last words and instructions. This was a family matter of the Feng family, and it was not good for him to be there. He took Feng Qingchan, who was looking sad, to the next room to rest.

After they left, the bedroom door was closed, and Feng Ping knelt in front of the couch, sobbing: "Father, if you have anything else to say, please listen attentively!"

Feng Dao half-closed his eyes, breathless, and said intermittently: "I have a tips bag hidden in my lapel. There are detailed instructions in it. It is related to the prosperity of the country and my Feng family. After I die, you should take it out and keep it properly. Remember everything.

Don’t let anyone know!”

Feng Ping burst into tears and nodded in agreement.

After taking a few breaths, Feng Dao said hoarsely: "In the future, if there are drastic changes in the court, you can take out the tips and handle them according to my last words... If after ten years, the court is stable and the world is peaceful, you should burn it

Tips bag, please do not open it for inspection!"

Feng Ping wiped away his tears, cupped his hands and cried: "My father's instructions are engraved in my heart, and I will never forget them!"

Feng Dao opened his eyelids, closed them slowly, and murmured: "I... don't have to worry anymore..."

After a while, Feng Dao's heaving chest gradually stabilized, and his old face became as peaceful as sleeping.

"....Father!"

Feng Ping cried miserably, propped himself up and kowtowed heavily.

Soon, there was a cry of mourning in the Taishi Mansion...

At the beginning of July in the first year of Xiande in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Taishi, Zhongshu Ling, and Zhongshu Menxia Pingzhangshi, Qi Guogong Feng Dao died of illness.

The next day, an edict came from the palace, posthumously conferring Feng Dao the title of King of Ying, Shangshu Ling, and the posthumous title "Wen Yi". At the same time, Feng Dao's eldest son Feng Ping was granted the title of Duke of Yan, and Prime Minister Zheng Renjie was ordered to take charge of Feng Dao's funeral.

After three days of absence from court, the Feng family was in mourning and glory.

The Feng family mourned for seven days, and Feng Ping Fuling sent his father back to his hometown in Jingcheng, Cangzhou for burial.

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In the Kunning Hall, when Zhu Xiu arrived with the talisman golden ring, Chai Rong was holding his young son in his arms and making fun, and the laughter resounded throughout the hall.

Fu Jinzhan sat aside, sewing clothes for his child with his own hands, looking at the father and son from time to time, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

"Zhu Xiu and the second sister are here, please give me a seat! You are here just in time. We will have dinner together later." Chai Rong said with a smile.

"Sister!" Fu Jinhuan called out and was about to run forward with the hem of her skirt in hand. Zhu Xiu grabbed her and forced her to perform the worship ceremony meticulously.

Chai Rong teased: "Look, Queen, I'm just saying that Zhu Xiu, a young man, can't help but be sour and Confucian. No wonder the late Emperor often laughed and scolded the sour scholar Wei Renpu when he was still alive."

Fu Jinzhan smiled and waved to Fu Jinhuan: "Huan'er, come here quickly. Come back to the palace, there is no need to salute! If Zhu Xiu likes to kneel, let him do it himself!"

Fu Jinhuan gave a sweet smile, rolled his eyes at Zhu Xiu, and ran to Fu Jinzhan to sit down. The two sisters cuddled against each other, so affectionate.

Zhu Xiu grinned and said sternly: "Your Majesty, the Queen, this is wrong! "The Analects of Confucius: Eight Beauties" says, "Etiquette cannot be abolished." This is the rule of the imperial court..."

"Okay, okay!" Before he finished speaking, Chai Rong interrupted impatiently and scolded with a smile: "Those high-sounding words should still be written in the Tokyo Times, so that those scholars and Confucian scholars can pay tribute to the then Wenzong and Zhu.

The great talent’s literary talents are perfect!”

Zhu Xiu looked proud and forced to be humble, and said with a smile: "I made your majesty laugh, but I cannot deserve such praise!"

Chai Rong curled his lips and snorted, shaking his head in disgust.

During this period, while busy helping the Feng family prepare for the funeral, Zhu Xiu also summarized the results of the Hedong Battle and published an article in the Tokyo Times entitled "On the Great Victory at Gaoping - The Holy Emperor Deserves the Great Merit"

, aroused heated discussions between the government and the public, and also caused a stir in the Tokyo Times

The newspaper has become a hot seller, and its influence has expanded rapidly. Luoyang in Xijing, Chang'an in Jingzhao, Bozhou in Huaibei, Suzhou, Weizhou in Hebei and other places have petitioned the imperial court to open Tokyo Times as soon as possible, so that officials and scribes from all over the country can

Get to know the latest trends in Kyoto in a timely manner.

Mr. Siyou's name once again spread throughout the world.

In this article, Zhu Xiu used dramatic writing style to describe the Battle of Bagongyuan in detail.

It is vivid and true, making people feel like they are actually there when reading it.

A battle has several ups and downs. It is thrilling to read and makes your blood boil. I wish I could abandon my pen, pick up my sword, and follow the emperor into battle to kill the enemy.

Zhu Xiu also exaggeratedly described how Liu Chong of the Northern Han Dynasty fled in embarrassment, and how the Khitan general Yelu Dilu betrayed his trust, abandoned his allies and fled alone, but fell into a heavy ambush by the Zhou army, and was finally defeated and died.

In contrast, the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty was so wise and powerful, and the generals such as Li Chongjin, Zhang Yongde, Shi Yanchao, Bai Chongzan, Wang Yanchao, Han Tong, Xiang Xun, Shi Shouxin, Ma Renyu, and Zhao Kuangyin fought bravely against the enemy.

For a time, these people became famous and became a hot topic among the people in the capital.

What's more, some good people arranged a list of the generals of the Zhou Dynasty in various palaces, compared the generals' martial arts and strategies, and ranked them among the strongest and weakest.

Each of the generals had admirers and followers, and there were quarrels in the streets for a while.

As for Zhu Xiu himself, there is only one conspicuous place in this article, which is that he proposed a plan to set up an ambush at Jiangzhu Ridge and Tuohuang Ridge. Of course, he was specifically named. The key to the ambush plan working was the emperor Yingguo.

At the end of the article, Zhu Xiu analyzed the impact of the Hedong War on the Great Zhou Dynasty, Northern Han Dynasty, Khitan and all parties in the world, and put forward an outline of the future situation of the world.

The summary attracted widespread resonance among scholars and court officials.

Although it did not specify which force would unify the country, the article boasted Zhou and Chai Rong to a height that no one could reach, and the implication was quite obvious.

After all, the unification of the world must be achieved by the Central Plains dynasty. A separatist land in a corner of peace has no future after all. People of insight, come and seek refuge with us, the Great Zhou Dynasty!

With this colorful and insightful article, Zhu Xiu won the reputation of "the literary master of the world".

Since the founding of the Tokyo Times, Chai Rong has read every issue, even more carefully than the Tokyo Times. Naturally, he has read this sensational article over and over again.
To be continued...