As soon as the dishes were served, Feng Qiudao began to eat without any courtesy. He looked very scary while eating.
"Brother Feng, during this business trip... uh, during the expedition, you suffered a lot?" Fang Zheng asked while helping him carry vegetables.
"Woooooooo..." Feng Qiudao's mouth was full of vegetables, and he was confused and didn't know what to say.
"...Come on, you eat first, and we can talk when you are full. Come here! Instruct the cook to get some chickens, ducks, etc., make the porcelain solid, and put on the big pots. Go quickly!" Fang Zheng ordered
road.
Feng Qiudao glanced at him gratefully while eating.
Fang Zheng glared at the fat man and said, "Look at what you have done to others. A general who used to be so handsome is now like a refugee from a famine..."
The fat man said innocently: "What does it have to do with me?"
"Isn't it Brother Feng who you recommended to the court?"
"He is the only one who is most suitable. What can I do..." The fat man felt aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.
Feng Qiudao tried his best to swallow what was in his mouth and said seriously: "Brother Fang, you can't say that. When the Hua Dynasty is in danger, I am waiting for the hot-blooded man..."
"Stop! Stop it!" Fang Zheng glanced at the two of them impatiently, "You are all patriotic, but I am the only one who is insensitive, okay? Anyway, if someone wants me to go to the battlefield, and go to such a distant grassland, I will be beaten to death.
I won’t even do it.”
The fat man smiled and said: "Don't worry, your Fang family is the third generation of a single family, and you are such a single person, the imperial court will never let you go to the battlefield."
The three of them were talking and drinking. Feng Qiudao ate a lot, and when Fang Zheng and the fat man were half drunk, he was able to fill his stomach.
Patting it with satisfaction, Feng Qiudao sighed comfortably: "I haven't had a full meal in how many days. Haha, I'm really sorry. Feng is a martial artist, and his eating looks are indecent, making His Royal Highness Prince Fu and Brother Fang laugh.
Already."
Fang Zheng bared his teeth and said with a smile: "It's okay, your eating behavior is already very polite. You haven't seen His Highness Prince Fu's eating behavior when he was eating at my house. You can swallow a chicken in one bite. In order to take care of His Highness Prince Fu's face, you won't let him eat like this."
Outsiders said he had a big mouth, so my cook had no choice but to learn how to roast a whole lamb..."
The fat man didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just try your best to bury me. One day I will invite the emperor to invite you to the palace for a royal banquet. Then you will know what suffering is."
"Hey, please don't hurt me. There are strict eating rules in the palace. If I accidentally drop my chopsticks or look at the palace maid too many times, your father will not be able to chop me into pieces immediately."
"Nonsense, there are many rules in the palace, but they are not as strict as you said." As he spoke, the fat man glanced out of the corner of his eyes and found that Feng Qiudao was holding a wine jar and drinking sips of wine with a dull expression.
The other party Zheng was chatting and joking with the fat man, but they all fell on deaf ears.
Fang Zheng also noticed it. He looked at the fat man and felt a little strange. What happened to Feng Qiudao? Could he have been fooled in a battle? Such a big victory has never happened in the Chinese Dynasty in a hundred years. He will return to court tomorrow.
, you can imagine how the emperor will give you a large reward, but why is he like this now?
"General Feng, let's go to the grassland. What's the detailed situation of the battle?" the fat man asked.
Feng Qiudao's expression was obscure and his face was ashen and defeated: "Your Highness Prince Fu, our Hua Dynasty has won this battle, but the victory was too tragic!"
"The general led 20,000 elite soldiers out of the capital, but only more than 6,000 people came back with him. The enemies we faced were not the Turkic men in their prime, but only the old and weak women and children of their tribe. These are the Turks who
The old, weak, women and children in the tribe who are not even qualified to go to the battlefield actually took the lives of more than 10,000 elite members of our Hua Dynasty. The general is really ashamed and ashamed!"
"More than 10,000 iron-clad and hot-blooded men died in battle on the grassland. Some were seriously injured and could not move. In order not to hinder the actions of the brothers, they actually drew their swords and committed suicide one by one. Before they died, they
I didn’t even hum, the general...the general can’t hold back these brothers!" As he spoke, Feng Qiudao began to cry. His usual iron-blooded and cold demeanor was gone. At this moment, Feng Qiudao was crying so hard.
Sad like a child.
Fang Zheng and Fatty's expressions became solemn. They knew that people would die in war. But they didn't expect that just a simple raid behind enemy lines would turn out to be so tragic.
Fang Zheng suddenly felt as if something was blocking his heart. He was so uncomfortable that it was difficult to breathe. A deep sense of self-blame occupied his heart, like a maggot attached to the bone that he couldn't get rid of.
In the final analysis, he was the initiator of this operation. More than 10,000 living lives disappeared just like this because of his few words. What about their relatives? How many orphans and widows were left behind? How many families were destroyed?
If these are added together, there are more than 10,000 lives?
"Maybe... I shouldn't offer this strategy..." Fang Zheng muttered to himself in a daze. He originally thought he was just going to kill a few weak old women and children on the grassland, so he didn't think about it at all.
The issue of casualties. As the planner of the action, he deeply felt that this was entirely caused by his own negligence.
"Brother Fang, you can't say that. Without your plan, do you know how many people in our Hua Dynasty would have died?"
The fat man said seriously: "I tell you, after the city of Dingzhou was destroyed, the Turks massacred the city, and more than 100,000 civilians died. This was just a city. Without your strategy, the Turks would have been unstoppable in their march south.
By then, I don’t know how many cities have been conquered and how many people have been massacred. Brother Fang, you have accumulated great virtue!"
Feng Qiudao wiped away his tears and said boldly: "Brother Fang, Feng has lost his temper. You don't have to blame yourself. His Highness Prince Fu is right. You are doing good deeds. This strategy of yours has saved more than tens of millions of people in the Hua Dynasty.
Besides, how can there be no casualties in a war? More than 10,000 lives are worth it in exchange for the lives of millions of people in the Hua Dynasty! These brothers who died on the grasslands will be extremely grateful to you.
of."
As he spoke, Feng Qiudao held up the wine jar and said, "Come, on behalf of Feng's brothers who died on the grassland, give me a drink!"
After saying this, Feng Qiudao raised his neck and poured the wine into his mouth.
Fang Zheng silently picked up the wine glass, thought for a while, and slowly poured the wine in the glass on the ground.
The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. The three of them were speechless, each drinking wine until everyone was drunk. Butler Sun arranged for his servants to help the fat man and Feng Qiudao into the wing room on the west side of the yard to rest. Fang Zheng
Feeling dizzy, Xiao Lu helped her back to her room.
Seeing Xiao Lu busy making strong tea for him and applying a towel, Fang Zheng suddenly said: "Xiao Lu, have you ever hated the imperial court?"
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you say this?" Xiao Lu asked in confusion.
"Had it not been assigned by the imperial court, your father might not have died on the battlefield guarding Xingqing Mansion. Don't you hate that you lost your father with just one transfer order from the imperial court?" Fang Zheng said with a sense of loneliness in his tone.
Xiao Lu looked around nervously and said: "Master, be careful what you say! Don't say such nonsense!"
Fang Zheng ignored her and thought to himself: "But, can you blame the court? There are some things that you don't do and I don't do, so someone has to do it."
"People will die in wars. Can you blame me for this? Someone has to fight the Turks, either you or him. To fight against foreign enemies, you must pay a price. Can you blame me for this? Can you blame me for this?" At the end of the sentence, Fang Zheng was hysterical.
roared.
"Master, don't be like this. I don't blame you. I don't blame you. Be obedient and have a rest early. You have to go to court tomorrow morning..." Xiaolu didn't know how to comfort him. She was so anxious that she burst into tears and hurriedly held her down.
Fang Zheng.
"What kind of court are you going to? What a fart court! Those bastards who stand and talk without pain in their backs only know how to behave in the Jinluan Palace every day. If you have the ability and ability, go to the battle to kill the enemy! Only those who die on the battlefield are called men.
!" Fang Zheng completely lost control of his emotions.
"Master... stop talking and go to sleep. Xiao Lu is by your side to accompany you..." Xiao Lu gently stroked Fang Zheng's hair and looked at the young master who usually had a playful and smiling face, but now he seemed to be irritated.
The lion, Xiaolu's heart was filled with pity.
"Xiao Lu... I'm sorry for them... Originally, I could have made the plan more perfect and made their casualties smaller. I'm sorry for them..." Fang Zheng murmured, his face flushed with drunkenness.
Full of pain.
"Master, everyone has their own destiny. Some are good, some are not good. Master, you have tried your best. No matter living or dead, everyone will be grateful to you..." Xiaolu stroked Fang Zheng's hair.
, whispering comfort in his ear.
After a long time, Fang Zheng's manic mood was slowly calmed down by Xiao Lu, and finally fell asleep.
When Chou was in trouble, Xiaolu woke up Fang Zheng and it was time to go to court.
Fang Zheng got up in a daze, looked at the sky, and sighed heavily. His head hurt, and there seemed to be hundreds of little people in his head knocking "General's Order." This was the result of excessive drinking.
I have to find an opportunity to hand over my sick note today. My brother is still in the growth stage and needs enough sleep. If this continues, this strong body will collapse sooner or later.
"Xiao Lu, was I drunk last night?" Fang Zheng scratched his head and tried to remember, vaguely remembering that he seemed to be drunk for a while.
"Master, have you forgotten?" Xiao Lu opened her eyes in surprise.
"Uh... I really can't remember. Xiao Lu, what did I say or do?"
Seeing that Xiao Lu didn't speak, but just looked at him blankly, Fang Zheng felt a little uncomfortable, and then suddenly asked in surprise: "Did I molest you?"
What a mistake! Why didn't you do this when you were awake?
Xiao Lu stamped her feet and said, "Master! What are you talking about!"
Fang Zheng thought about it. With Xiao Lu's strength, it was impossible for him to do something stupid like hitting an egg against a stone.
After putting on his court uniform, Fang Zheng had just stepped out the door when he saw Fatty and Feng Qiudao walking towards him.
Fang Zheng was stunned: "You two have been drinking until now?"
The fat man smiled and said: "We got drunk at the same time last night, have you forgotten?"
"What are you doing up so early?"
The fat man nuzzled at Feng Qiudao: "He is going to court just like you. As for me, haha, I will go home and continue to sleep."
After saying that, the fat man yawned loudly.
Fang Zheng looked at the fat man, his eyes were red with envy. It's better to be a prince. He doesn't have to go to court or deal with government affairs. He eats, drinks and has fun every day, and the court still has to support him. And this kind of person is naturally not enterprising. What day do you want it?
If you want to work hard, even if the emperor is not anxious with you, the prince will definitely be anxious with you.
Feng Qiudao had to go back to the military camp to change into court uniform. The three of them went out together, got on the carriage and separated.
Fang Zheng touched the sick leave note in his arms, thought about his words, and entered the palace with a calm expression. If nothing else, today should be the last time for the brothers to go to court?
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Asking for a day off: There will only be one update tomorrow around 8pm. The reason is that I have a class reunion and I don’t have time to type, so I can only post about 3,000 words. Sorry, this... does not count as a break? Finally, please vote.