There are not many people in this world who are qualified to give Feng Junhou a drink, and so are all of you here.
What's more, the emperor of the Han Dynasty held a family banquet to entertain the princes, and the queen personally accompanied him. Few people in the world could have this kind of treatment.
But Adou just said that there were not many jars of wine in the palace, but Feng Yong felt that Zhang Xingyi was holding one jar after another, as if he could never finish it.
What's even more outrageous is that there is mead in the front, but there is also spirits in the back.
Feng Junhou was very dissatisfied. This little fat guy looked honest and honest, but he didn't expect that he could also lie.
When Feng Junhou saw that he couldn't hide anymore, he simply let go and drank.
Drunkenness will cause the ears to become hot, and if the ears are hot, the body will become frightened.
I don’t know how much I drank in the end, but Feng Junhou collapsed.
In a daze, I felt a scent of fragrance, and someone called me "Alang" to help me change my clothes.
When he heard this title, Feng Junhou knew it was right.
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, I didn't know how long I was messing around all night, and finally fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, and I don’t know when I woke up.
But I saw that the head was covered with gauze, the body was covered with a down quilt, and the candles outside the gauze were shedding residual tears.
None of this is important. What is important is that he is holding a warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms.
Her long hair fell down, flowing like a waterfall on the head of the bed, covering her entire face.
The confusion after drinking suddenly disappeared.
Feng Junhou, who broke out in a cold sweat, stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently pushed away the hair that covered the other person's face.
When he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alang, no more..."
Perhaps sensing Feng Yong's movements, the woman murmured in her dream, "I'm so tired..."
"Wake up, why are you here?"
Feng Yong pushed her.
The sleeping woman's eyelashes fluttered, and then she finally opened her eyes, with a look of relief in her eyes:
"Alang, are you awake?"
"Where is this?"
Feng Yong looked around and found that except for Li Mu, no one in this room was familiar to him.
"In His Majesty's palace."
Li Mu rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and yawned. It was obvious that he hadn't slept enough.
Recalling that Adou kept him drunk until late at night yesterday, Feng Yong knew that it was not a big surprise that he stayed in the palace.
As long as you don't sleep on a dragon bed, it won't be a big deal as long as you are holding your own wife and concubines in your arms.
The emperor allowed the meritorious officials to stay in the palace, which was a sign of favor.
"What about you? Why are you here?"
Feng Yong asked again.
"The queen sent someone to Nanxiang to ask for some manpower, and asked me to come with him. She said she wanted to see me. Yesterday, Alang was drinking inside, and I was keeping watch outside."
Li Mu explained.
"That's it." Feng Yong nodded. He didn't know about this beforehand. "What time is it?"
Although I have confidence in Zhang Xingcai's ambition, I believe she will not let her sister do anything to take advantage of others while drunk.
But somehow, I still feel a little disappointed.
Li Mu stood up and looked at the night leak on the case: "Alang, it's almost midnight."
It dawned late in winter, and the doors and windows were closed tightly, with blankets hanging on the windows. If you didn't look at the night leaks, you would have thought it was late at night.
"Alang, do you want to get up?"
Li Mu turned around again and asked.
"Why are you so anxious? Isn't it still daylight?" Feng Yong retracted into the bed and lay down, "I'm hungover and have a splitting headache. I feel very uncomfortable. Please pour me a glass of water first."
Hiding under the covers is a beautiful thing in winter.
The water was quickly brought over, and Feng Yong drank it all in one gulp, which relieved his thirst after drinking.
The faint fragrance floated on the couch, Li Mu leaned over and whispered:
"Is Alang feeling better?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his slender jade fingers and pressed lightly on Feng Yong's temples, then followed the painful swelling to his neck.
The force was not as strong as Guan Ji's, which could penetrate the muscles, but it was better than just pressing the painful and swollen areas, which made Feng Yong finally feel relieved.
"You have a pretty good craft, who did you learn it from?"
Feng Junhou closed his eyes, exhaled, and asked.
"In the Nanxiang Medical College, there is a female medical association that practices massage. Sometimes I stay up late and get migraines. I would like to ask them to come to my home and help with massage. It makes me feel much more relaxed, so I learned a little bit from them."
Li Mu said softly.
"It's really hard for you to have such a big stall like Nanxiang fall on you."
"I actually like days like this. I feel happy even when I'm tired."
Li Mu's voice was full of joy and gratitude, "Alang is the only one in this world who can give me such a life."
When Feng Junhou heard this, he felt relieved.
He opened his eyes, but saw the veil in front of him fluttering, bringing with it wisps of faint fragrance:
"This is because you have the ability. If it were someone else, do you think I would leave it to her?"
From the first moment I met Li Mu, I knew she was a simple woman.
At least her rebellious spirit is much stronger than that of ordinary girls from aristocratic families, and she has the courage to pursue what she wants.
Hearing Feng Yong praise her so much, Li Mu was filled with joy.
This man is "cruel and ruthless Xiao Wenhe" to his enemies, and "the far-sighted and sinister ghost king" to outsiders, but internally, he is a eloquent and lustful Feng Alang.
What's more important is that others don't know it, but as his woman, Li Mu knows that Alang has a much broader mind than the men in this world.
It makes people really love him very much.
"How is the situation in Nanxiang now?"
After the Battle of Xiaoguan, there were too many things to do. As soon as I returned to Pingxiang, I had to rush back to Hanzhong.
Feng Yong only knew that some people seemed to be a little jumpy some time ago.
Li Mu smoothed his disheveled hair:
"It's not that big of a deal. It's just that the grandson of the eldest family member of the Li family heard that Alang was coming back. He's been waiting from morning till night these past few days, so he wanted me to give him an accurate answer."
"I didn't pay attention to him. I'm afraid he won't know until today that I'm no longer in Nanxiang."
"The Li family's eldest brother, they don't want to give up."
Feng Yong's face showed such a smile.
"I have never given up."
Li Mu huddled in Feng Yong's arms and said softly, "What are Alang going to do to them this time?"
Of course she didn't know that she had really been tricked by Li Twelve Lang, and the pillow wind began to blow.
"With social and historical progress, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous."
Feng Yong suddenly said something that made Li Mu feel baffled.
Later, the French Revolution and the Restoration of the Bourbon Dynasty.
As a representative of the old aristocratic family, how could the Li family give up so easily?
Unless it is a humane destruction, the foundation they have accumulated over the past hundreds of years will be enough for them to survive for ten or even decades.
Although they are the targets of Feng Junhou and the Han Prime Minister's joint efforts to suppress them, methods such as humane destruction cannot be used rashly.
Otherwise, it will arouse the resentment of other aristocratic families and be detrimental to the unity within the Han Dynasty.
More importantly, if such a precedent is set, it will only set a bad example for future generations.
When the time comes, future generations will only imitate the same, leading to various struggles and bloodshed and death within the Han Dynasty becoming normalized.
Or take the French Revolution as an example. The Jacobins initially gained the widest support and achieved such a great victory. What was the final result?
When the Jacobin dictatorship tasted the sweetness of the White Terror, this method became a tool for them to monopolize power and wantonly massacre dissidents.
The result was that the rule, which lasted only one year, collapsed.
Robespierre executed his comrades from both factions, and then he was also guillotined by those who came after him.
Or did China’s sages understand clearly: The one who started the process has no descendants?
The big man has shed enough blood in the past few decades.
I don't need this kind of bleeding internally now.
What's more, in Ji Han's original history, political struggles rarely involved bloodshed.
Feng Yong never wanted to destroy this political atmosphere.
Judging from the current situation, Adou can't do anything else, but leaving the word "benevolence" in history is still okay.
Extend kindness to the people and make their lives stable. Regardless of who brought this kind of life, in the end part of the credit will definitely go to Adou.
He can listen to the advice and advice of his officials and not kill indiscriminately.
What is this if not benevolence?
"When you go back, tell Li Twelve Lang that I can give them a chance in the Li family's mansion."
Feng Yong was thinking and stroking...
"The Han Dynasty is planning to develop Hanjia County and Wenshan County in the next few years. If they are interested, they can participate."
Hanjia County and Wenshan County, one in the south and one in the north, are Shu counties, which are the western barrier of Jincheng.
They have Yinping County in the north and Yuexun County in the south.
Needless to say, Yuexun County is now regarded as the basic territory of Xinghan Hui.
As for Yinping County, after the Northern Expedition, Zhuge Lao Yao sent Yang Ju, the White Horse Di King who had fled to Hanzhong to defect to Ma Chao, back to Yinping and asked him to gather the Qiang Di.
Then he asked the Xinghan Hui to help infiltrate Hanjia from Yuexun.
At the same time, Zhang Yi, who was responsible for strictly enforcing the law, was sent to Nanzhong as the commander-in-chief of the surrender.
The most obvious intention is to completely eliminate the Yi chaos that has always been a headache for Shu.
It's just that in the past few years, the Qiang Protector's Office in Longyou has been a gold-eating monster, swallowing up most of the money and food that the Xinghan Association could get its hands on.
But it was precisely because of this that the shocking battle of Xiao Guan took place in the Protector Qiang School Lieutenant Mansion.
Over the years, whether it was the powerful Han Dynasty or the transformed aristocratic family, all the money and food on hand had been invested in the Northern Expedition, as well as digesting Nanzhong, Longyou and other places.
There is not much effort to support this approach.
Therefore, Zhuge Lao Yao's idea of integrating the last piece of the puzzle in Shu is not progressing at all. It is even much faster than that of the previous Han Dynasty.
But I am afraid of comparison in everything.
Compared with the rapid development of Han Dynasty in recent years, it seems very slow.
Nowadays, those who have some spare money and food on hand are basically the remaining old-style aristocratic families.
So instead of letting them have the energy and time to pop out from time to time to cause trouble, it's better to find something for them to do.
And this last piece of the puzzle should also be put together.
Just in time to make final preparations for the decisive battle in Guanzhong.
After hearing Feng Yong's thoughts, Li Mu asked in surprise:
"Alang, Hanjia and Wenshan, I heard that there are always barbarians and barbarians, and it is a barbaric place. Are they willing to go there?"
At that time, Liao Li gave Feng Junhou a hat of "quick words and charming words". Later, he was exiled to Wenshan to farm and herd sheep.
One can imagine the desolation there.
Even if it is not as good as Yongchang and other counties in Yunnan in the far south, it is not much better.
"What if I promise to supply them with some wool?"
Feng Yong smiled calmly, "Aren't there Yi people in the mountains in the west? I heard that the mountains are covered with snow all year round. Don't those Yi people need wool more?"
The so-called high mountains are actually the Hengduan Mountains in later generations, and beyond that is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where there are commonly known as Shanqiang.
"As long as they can get wool from those high-mountain barbarians, I can give them a share of the wool."
This kind of business requires them to send people from the clan to Hanjia to establish relations with Wenshan, and at the same time, they also need to invest a lot of money and food to establish a foothold there.
Compared with the previous situation of lying on the plains of Shu and sucking blood, it was naturally a bit more painful.
But if they don't want to sink and die slowly, they need to show the courage of their ancestors to open up their homeland by chopping away thorns.
Hundreds of years of comfort have caused them to lose their spirit of pioneering and enterprising. What Feng Yong has to do now is to force them to start over.
Coupled with the support provided by the Xinghan Society from Yuexun, any of these old-style aristocratic families who have a long-term vision will naturally know what to do.
Of course, if they refuse and would rather sit back and rest on their laurels on this one-third of an acre of Shu plain, that doesn't matter.
Anyway, it will definitely not be Feng Junhou himself who will be swept into the dustbin of history in the end.
When Li Mu heard what Feng Yong said, his eyes flashed:
"Are they willing to believe it?"
It's not that she's bragging, but with Alang's current reputation in the big house... I don't know if it can stop children from crying at night, but it can definitely scare people into changing their expressions.
"On credit!" Feng Yong's smile became even stronger, "I can give them some of the raw materials on credit as capital, anyway, I'm not afraid of them defaulting on their debt."
In the Han Dynasty, even if the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty wanted to get something from Feng Junhou, he would still give him a sweet date.
The queen is still thinking about giving her own girl to her!
The one who can get free benefits from Feng Junhou is General Guan in Feng Mansion, and at most he can add Zhang Xiaosi.
When Li Mu heard this, he couldn't help laughing:
"Since Alang has already made a plan, I will explain it to the Twelve Lang after I return."
"Um."
Feng Yong nodded. When Li Mu talked about Li Twelve Lang, he remembered something again:
"I heard that when I was at Xiaoguan some time ago, the Twelve Lang came to see you?"
When Li Mu mentioned this matter, his face showed disgust: "That Li Twelve Lang, he said clearly that I am a member of the Li family, but in reality he was threatening me, saying that if I am A Lang..."
At this point, she paused.
"Just say it."
Feng Yong knew that she had concerns and asked her to continue.
"Let's just say that if something happens to Alang, I am just a concubine in the Feng family. She is not up to her whether she lives or dies. The only one who can protect me is the Li family."
"Ha!" Feng Yong sneered, "It seems that the lesson Li Twelve Lang learned last time was not enough."
"Let's do this. You go back and tell the Li family's eldest brother that Li Twelve Lang has a far-sighted and unique vision. This time, let him go to Hanjia to explore the way first."
"There is Liao Li over there in Wenshan, so let's put Li Twelve Lang in Hanjia."
Feng Yong stretched his waist and said, "As a person like me, I like to round everything up. Put one in each county, so it's a round number!"
Li Mu knew that he was venting his anger on her, and she felt sweet in her heart: "Thank you, Alang."
When Feng Yong heard what Li Mu said, he couldn't help hugging her tighter, and then suggested sternly:
"But there is some truth in what they said. You are just a concubine now and have nothing to do, so you should consolidate your status. Why not give birth to a son and a half as soon as possible so that you can have someone to rely on..."
Li Mu's face turned red again, his eyes averted, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Alang, we'll talk about these things later at night..."