Chapter 1101 Retirement
As soon as the first snow in Guanzhong stopped, Sima Zhao took Wang Shuang and left secretly.
Feng Junhou didn't have much to stop him, let alone stay.
Although according to Zhang Xiaosi's analysis, Sima Yi's move may not only be due to pressure from Cao Shuang, but also to win people's hearts.
But he may not have the intention to cast stones on the Han side in advance to ask for directions.
It's just that in Feng Junhou's view, Sima Yi's throwing stones to ask for directions might just be a splash of water to make a sound.
It means that I have been here before and you look familiar.
Of course, it is also possible that Sima Zhao is a familiar face.
After all, Sima Yi is now the Tutor and Assistant Minister of the Wei State. Except for Cao Shuang, he has no other high position and power.
Not only did he have more than 100,000 elite soldiers, he even had Luoyang, the nominal capital of Wei, in his hands.
If you want someone to come over voluntarily with troops and land, how can you justify not offering a high price?
It’s probably a bit reluctant to be granted the title of Duke, but it’s almost enough to be granted the title of King.
After all, he is still a de facto prince.
The question is, does Adou dare to give it?
Even if Adou dared to give it, would Sima Yi dare to ask for it?
If he really dared to do it, his skull might have been ripped off before his **** was even warmed up.
Although the title of Marquis at this time has become less and less valuable, Duke is an extremely rare title.
There are so many people in the Han Dynasty. From following the late emperor to the Northern Expedition, they have worked hard to survive. How many of them have not even become a prince?
Let alone a Duke who is one level higher than Hou, no one in the Han Dynasty can get it.
Sima Yi is only a surrendered general, but he can actually be crowned king?
It would be strange if the people below didn't riot.
So Sima Yi had no retreat at all.
Only by forcing him into a truly desperate situation can he possibly cooperate with the big man.
Judging from the current situation, it is still far away.
So in Feng Junhou's eyes, Sima Yi's affairs were not as important as going to pay homage to the prime minister.
It is clear after the snow, the sun is red in the sky, and the earth is white.
Walking on the road, the silver light is dazzling in front of my eyes, and the rainbow is flashing, like a silver lake covered with clouds.
Feng Junhou personally led Guo Mo to the burial place of the prime minister in Lantian.
Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up the mountain, I saw that the mountain was also covered with snow.
The foundation of the originally planned temple for the prime minister at the foot of the mountain has been laid.
Beside the foundation, a large shed was built as a temporary sacrificial site at the foot of the mountain.
Feng Junhou pointed to the snow-covered foundations and introduced them to Guo Mo:
“The Prime Minister was very kind to the people of Sichuan. After the Prime Minister passed away, many people worshiped him privately at the intersection, so the Emperor specially ordered to build a temple for the Prime Minister.”
"In this way, we can not only comply with the people's wishes, but also avoid their private sacrifices, so as not to violate the law."
Guo Mo looked at the formed foundation and said with emotion:
“The prime minister is a wise prime minister, and the emperor is a wise king!”
Feng Junhou smiled.
I don’t know if the little fat man is a wise man, but he can probably afford it if he is benevolent.
Go around the foundation and go up the steps.
The tombkeeper was very diligent and had already cleared the snow from the mountain road.
The branches on the roadside are covered with fluffy snowflakes, and the exquisite ice crystals are like finely carved white jade carvings, just like Qionghua Yushu.
Guo Mo looked left and right and sighed slightly:
"I remember that ten years ago, the Prime Minister sent me off to Wei by the Han River. He made an appointment with me, but after helping your Majesty to revive the Han Dynasty, he could go back to the mountains and forests and be proud of the world. Wouldn't it be nice?"
“I didn’t expect that with these words still in my ears, the prime minister would already be sleeping in the mountains and forests before the thieves were killed!”
Feng Junhou said:
"The Prime Minister's legacy will be carried out by our descendants. Reviving the Han Dynasty and destroying the traitors is the best way to pay tribute to the Prime Minister."
“What the prince said is true.”
While talking all the way, before he knew it, he had arrived at the prime minister's tomb.
Looking at the tombstone standing quietly on the mountain, Guo Mo stepped forward and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but finally stopped.
He finally couldn't control his emotions and burst into tears:
"Prime Minister, you have broken your promise! You promised to wait for me when I come back, drink and talk, and celebrate the revival of the Han Dynasty together."
"Now that I'm back, I even brought you wine, but you're not here anymore. Are you really tricking me?"
As he spoke, Guo Mo began to beat his chest and cry loudly.
Feng Yong stood aside and watched all this quietly without disturbing him.
After a while, the sound of a flute sounded in front of the originally quiet and solemn tomb.
The music sounds together, like a person sighing softly, like morning dew darkly moistening the petals of flowers, and the dawn breeze blowing gently on the willow tops.
As the music continues to be played, it gives people a sense of freedom and ease.
Guo Mo, who was still crying bitterly, gradually stopped crying when he heard this song and stood still for a long time.
As the music gradually dissipated until it was no longer audible, there was silence in front of the prime minister's tomb, as if one could hear the sound of snow falling from the branches.
After a long time, Guo Mo broke the silence:
“What’s the name of this song?”
“Smiling proudly in the world.”
“Swordsman and Proud Jianghu?”
“Exactly.”
Recalling Han Shui's parting words, Guo Mo originally just thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect that the prime minister actually remembered it in his heart.
When he thought of this, Guo Mo became even more sad and couldn't help himself, and murmured: "It turns out that the Prime Minister has never forgotten..."
Feng Yong whispered:
“Yes, the Prime Minister has never forgotten...”
It is precisely because the Prime Minister has never forgotten that his passing is so sad.
After the worship, the two returned to the foot of the mountain.
Guo Mo suddenly stopped. He looked at the shed where smoke was still coming out, and said:
“Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you.”
“Sir, please say so.”
"I want to live here in a cottage and stay with the Prime Minister. If the Prime Minister's Temple is completed in the future, I can do my best, even if it is to guard the gate of the Prime Minister's Temple."
Hearing this, Feng Yong was immediately surprised:
“Sir, you have made great contributions to the imperial court, why do you do this?”
Guo Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly:
“I went to Wei with the intention of dying, but now I am lucky enough to come back. I have no regrets that I can stay with the Prime Minister here for the rest of my life!”
He looked at Feng Junhou again and said, "Although I am stupid, I can still guess how much risk you took in exchanging me back this time."
"If I don't know how to restrain myself after returning to the Han Dynasty, I may cause trouble to the princes! It's better to retire now and save the trouble for the court and the princes."
Feng Junhou saw his firm tone and knew that he had made up his mind. He could not persuade him, so he had to sigh and return in dismay.
Even after returning to the house, I still felt that something was stuck in my heart, and I was depressed and depressed.
At dinner time, Zhang Xiaosi was feeding the child, but he didn’t know if the child was not hungry. He kept shaking his head from side to side, making his face covered with food.
Feng Junhou couldn't help but said:
“Don’t force-feed your child if he doesn’t want to eat. He will eat naturally when he is hungry.”
The tone was not very good, and all the wives and concubines were stunned.
Zhang Xiaosi looked over doubtfully:
"Is this a question of whether he is hungry or not? Now it is a question of teaching him to eat, right?"
“Then we have to talk about methods and methods, don’t feed them forcefully, won’t the children feel aggrieved?”
Zhang Xiaosi had already been a little roughed up by A Mo's uncooperation. Now when Feng Junhou said this again, he blurted out:
“Why don’t you come?! I raised Shuangshuang and Ah Chong. Where were you at that time? Are you qualified to tell me how to feed my children now?”
Shuangshuang and Ah Chong, who were cooking rice, raised their heads blankly, wondering why the adults and Aunt Zhang wanted to talk about themselves.
Feng Junhou was speechless and stopped talking angrily.
General Guan, on the other hand, noticed that something was not right with Junhou Feng today, and asked with concern:
“Alang, what troubles have you encountered?”
It is better for the royal wife to understand herself.
Feng Junhou sighed and told Guo Mo's story.
General Guan didn’t quite understand:
"Didn't Mr. Guo say that? He went to Wei with the intention of dying, but he didn't expect to come back. Now he wants to enjoy his old age and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. What does Alang have to regret?"
General Guan doesn’t understand, but who is Zhang Xiaosi?
She came back to her senses as soon as she heard this, and sneered:
“Sister, do you think he feels sorry for Mr. Guo? He is looking for trouble with me!”
Feng Junhou did not deny it. He looked at Zhang Xiaosi:
"Mr. Guo has just come back. How did he know the inside story of the exchange? Didn't someone tell him?"
“I told him what’s wrong?” Zhang Xiaosi looked at Feng Junhou with some annoyance, “Before the exchange, you were so angry that you called Sima Yi an old turtle.”
“Okay now, you know that Sima Yi didn’t want to make things worse, so he just wanted to pretend to be a good person?”
“Did the imperial court treat Guo Mo badly, or did it force him to commit suicide? The imperial court had already made arrangements for his family and children before he set off for Wei.”
“Now that he can come back to reunite with his family, it is a blessing and an unexpected surprise. What else do you want from the court?”
“It’s already a life of death. If you want to live a more relaxed life after your mission is completed, do you have to force them to change their names and appear in front of the world? Do you think it’s a contribution to the big man?”
"Even if he is willing, then you ask Wei thief if he is willing? Is Sima Yi willing? Are you careless? You have to rush to hand the handle to the thief."
Zhang Xiaosi became more and more angry as he spoke. He simply said "poof" and turned his head away, not wanting to look at this guy.
Feng Junhou is a clever talker, but how much of his saliva has Zhang Xiaosi eaten over the years?
Coupled with the fact that they have been sharing the same bed for so many years and have children, she can tell almost at a glance what Feng Junhou is thinking.
Being snatched away by Zhang Xiaosi, Feng Junhou murmured for a long time, and then he said:
“I originally wanted to use him to promote the script "Latent"..."
General Guan looked at Feng Junhou with some amusement as he was blocked and speechless. Hearing this, he came to the rescue and said:
“It’s a good idea, but if someone doesn’t want to come forward, you can’t force it.”
“Besides, the script written by Alang must be extremely exciting, so there should be no need to worry about circulating it.”
Hearing this, Feng Junhou felt warm in his heart, and sighed again, why not say that it is better to be the original wife?
Look at Xiaosi, he doesn’t even give me any face.
His face became a little better, and he pretended to be polite and said reluctantly:
“Please accept Mr. Xi’s good words…”
Hua Wan, who had been watching the show, saw that the atmosphere had relaxed, so she asked:
“Script? What kind of script? Ah…Alang can also write scripts? How does it compare with that Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?”
Feng Junhou immediately said seriously:
“I am just writing for fun, how can I compare with Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?”
“Although this man is a novelist among the top nine, his novels are all-encompassing and have fascinating plots that make people want to put it down. They are widely circulated in the streets and alleys.”
“If we only look at novels, he has indeed reached the top of the world, and I can’t compare.”
Zhang Xiaosi, who was feeding the child, shook his hand when he heard such shameless words, and immediately slapped the spoon in the child's face.
The spoon was made of wood and had extremely smooth edges, but it did not hurt the child.
However, Amo was so frightened that he started crying.
Zhang Xiaosi hurriedly coaxed him, and at the same time he felt so angry that he wanted to throw the bowl in his hand directly at this shameless guy.
Huawan, however, didn't know the inside story. When he heard that Alang had such a high opinion of this person, he felt that he was not as good as him.
She quickly comforted:
“The novelist is just a low-ranking novelist. Alang’s talent is known all over the world, so why should he lower himself to compare with him?”
This time, even Feng Guanshi couldn't help but choked and coughed repeatedly. She picked up the soup bowl and took a sip, and then she had time to look back and glare at Feng Junhou.
Amei and Li Mu both buried their heads low, feeling uncomfortable.
Hua Wan looked at everyone's weird looks and felt a little confused at the moment.
"Don't worry about him. You have just entered the house and you don't know some things, so he is tricking you!"
Zhang Xiaosi coaxed A Mo and started to educate Huawan about science.
Since all the people present are family members, Huawan will know about this sooner or later, so there is nothing to hide.
"Who do you think this Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is? In fact, it is his own pen name. When he praises Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, he is just praising himself in a roundabout way!"
“This guy is so clever with his words and very shameless!”
Hua Wan suddenly understood. Her first reaction was disbelief, and she subconsciously raised her voice:
“Alang is a student of Lanling Xiaoxiao? This is impossible!”
“Why is it impossible?”
“Because…because…”
Huawan spent a long time "because" but couldn't come up with a reason.
It turns out that the chivalrous novels that the people in the streets love to read are all written by A Lang?
“Nothing is impossible. Have you never thought about why Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng’s chivalrous novels are always first published in Nanxiang?”
“Because that’s where the rangers gather!”
“Wrong! Because chivalrous novels were published there first, and then the knights were attracted.”
Thinking of Mr. Feng’s article Tianxia Zhuan, writing a novel should be a matter of course... right?
Hua Wan shook her head, seeming to be caught in some kind of illusion.
I thought I knew this person well enough.
At this moment, she realized that what she knew might only be superficial.
“Then do we have the latest novels at home?”
"Yes, didn't you just say that? A book "Latent" was released, oh, by the way, there are also a few secret books that are not allowed to be disclosed."
"I want to see!"
“Then you have to ask him.”
Zhang Xiaosi cooed at Feng Junhou.
"Well," Feng Junhou coughed and asked, "Have you heard of "Gaoshu"?"
"without."
Feng Junhou showed a kind smile: "Very good, I will study it in detail with you tonight."
When Zhang Xingyi heard this, he almost overturned the table:
“No, it’s my turn tonight!”
After talking for a long time, it turns out that I am the one who suffers?
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
Seeing that these people were talking more and more outrageously, General Guan was so angry that he slapped the table and raised his eyes:
“What nonsense are you talking about! The head of the house is not like the head of the house, and the housewife is not like the housewife. Do you really dare to say anything in front of your children?”
Feng Junhou shrank his neck and said to a few children who dared not move their chopsticks:
“Eat and eat, don’t look around. Is today’s meal to your liking?”
"Sir, I will eat without talking and sleep without talking."
“Yes, yes, yes, adults have forgotten, come, come, come, eat, eat…”
PS: As a reader reminded me in the previous chapter, I mistook Sima Shi and Sima Zhao wrongly. It was my fault, and I have corrected it. Thank you all!
(End of this chapter)