Chapter 823 The last piece of the Shu puzzle
There are not many people in the world who are qualified to give Feng Junhou wine, including 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 couldn't finish it.
What’s even more outrageous is that there is mead in the front, but there is also strong wine 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.
Feng Junhou saw that he couldn't hide anymore, so he simply let go and drank.
Huge alcohol can cause hot ears, and hot ears can cause severe symptoms.
I don’t know how much I drank in the end, but Feng Junhou fell down anyway.
In a daze, I felt a scent of fragrance, and someone called me Alang to help me change my clothes.
Hearing this title, Feng Junhou knew it was right.
While I was drunk, 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 a gauze, the body was covered with a down quilt, and the candles outside the gauze were shedding tears.
These are not important. What is important is that I have a warm and fragrant nephrite in my arms.
Her long hair was spread down, flowing like a waterfall on the bedside, covering her entire face.
The confusion after drinking disappeared all of a sudden.
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…”
Possibly 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 woman in her sleep fluttered her eyelashes, and then 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 hand, 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 are not sleeping on a dragon bed, and as long as you are holding your own wives and concubines in your arms, it will be no big deal.
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 help, and asked my concubine to come with her. She said she wanted to see me. Yesterday, Alang was drinking inside, and I had been keeping watch outside.”
Li Mu explained.
"That's right." 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 that 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 gets late in the morning in winter, and the doors and windows are closed tightly. There are blankets hanging on the windows. If you don't look at the night leaks, you would think it is 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 retreated into the bed again and lay down. "I'm hungover and have a splitting headache. I feel very uncomfortable. Pour me a glass of water first."
Hide under the covers in winter is a beautiful thing.
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 said softly:
“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 pain and swelling to his neck.
The force was not as deep as Guan Ji's, but it was better than just pressing the painful and swollen areas, making Feng Yong finally feel relieved.
“You have a pretty good craft. Who did you learn it from?”
Feng Junhou closed his eyes, exhaled a breath, and asked.
“In Nanxiang Medical College, there is a female medical association that practices massage. Sometimes I stay up late and get migraines, so I ask them to come to my home and give me some massage. It makes me feel a lot more relaxed, so I learned a little bit from them.”
Li Mu said softly.
“It’s hard for you to have such a big stall in Nanxiang fall on you.”
“I like this kind of life. I am happy even when I am 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."
Junhou Feng felt relieved when he heard this.
He opened his eyes, but saw the veil in front of his eyes fluttering, bringing with it wisps of dark fragrance:
"You have the ability. If it were someone else, do you think I would leave it to her?"
From the first time I met Li Mu, I knew that she was not a simple woman.
At least her rebellious spirit is much stronger than that of ordinary girls from aristocratic families, and she dares 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. Internally, however, he is a eloquent and lustful Feng Alang.
More importantly, what others don't know is that, 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 First World War in 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 has been waiting from morning to night for the past few days, so he wanted to give me some advice.”
“I didn’t pay attention to him either. I’m afraid he won’t know until today that I’m no longer in Nanxiang.”
“The eldest brother of the Li family, they are not determined to give up.”
Feng Yong had a genuine smile on his face.
“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 taken in 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.
The French Revolution and the Restoration of the Bourbon Dynasty later.
Unless it is humane destruction, the foundation they have accumulated over the past hundreds of years is enough for them to last for ten years or even decades.
Although they are the targets of joint suppression by Feng Junhou and the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, 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.
At that time, future generations will only imitate the same, causing various struggles and bloodshed and death within the Han Dynasty to become normal.
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 fell apart after only one year.
Robespierre executed two of his comrades, 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.
There is no need for such bloodshed internally now.
What's more, in Ji Han's original history, political struggles rarely shed blood.
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.
Extending kindness to the people and making their lives stable—no matter who brought this kind of life, part of the credit will definitely go to Adou in the end.
The ministers can listen to their advice and advice and cannot 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 barriers 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 the Xinghan Hui.
As for Yinping County, after the Northern Expedition, Zhuge Laoyao sent Yang Ju, the white-horse Di king who had fled to Hanzhong to defect to Ma Chao in his early years, to return to Yinping and ask him to gather the Qiang Di.
Then he asked Xinghanhui 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 governor of the surrender.
The most obvious intention is to completely resolve the chaos that has always been a headache for Shu.
Just in the past few years, the Protector Qiang Xiaowei Mansion in Longyou has been a gold-eating monster, swallowing up most of the money and food that the Xinghan Association could come up with.
But it was precisely because of this that the shocking battle of Xiao Guan took place in the Protector Qiang Academy.
Over the years, whether it is the powerful Han Dynasty or the transformed families, all the money and food on hand have 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, and 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 old-style aristocratic families left.
So instead of letting them have the energy and time to pop out from time to time to cause trouble, it is better to find something for them to do.
And this last piece of the puzzle should also be put together.
Just right to make final preparations for the decisive battle in Guanzhong.
Li Mu heard Feng Yong’s thoughts and asked in surprise:
“Alang, Hanjia and Wenshan, I heard that there are always barbarians and barbaric places. 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.
You 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 barbarians in the high mountains in the west? I heard that the mountains are covered with snow all year round. Don't those barbarians 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. 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 peacefully, it was naturally a bit more painful.
But if they don’t want to sink and die slowly, they need to have the courage of their ancestors to open up their homeland by chopping thorns and 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 live on their laurels on this one-third of an acre of Shu plain, that doesn't matter.
In any case, it will definitely not be Feng Junhou himself who will be swept into the dustbin of history in the end.
Li Mu’s eyes flashed when he heard what Feng Yong said:
“Are they willing to believe it?”
It's not that she's bragging, but with Alang's current reputation in Dafang... I don't know if it can stop a child 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 of burying her own girl!
If you can get free benefits from Feng Junhou, that is, the general Guan Da in Feng's mansion, and at most Zhang Xiaosi.
Li Mu couldn’t help laughing when he heard this:
"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 another thing:
"I heard that when I was in Xiaoguan some time ago and there was no news, the Twelve Lang came to see you?"
When mentioning this matter, Li Mu showed a look of disgust: "That Li Twelve Lang, he said clearly that I am from the Li family, but in fact he was threatening me, saying that if I am Alang..."
At this point, she paused.
“Just say it.”
Feng Yong knew that she had concerns, so he asked her to continue.
"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 save me is the Li family."
"Ha!" Feng Yong sneered, "It seems that Li Twelve Lang didn't learn enough lessons last time."
"Well, you go back and tell the eldest son of the Li family 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 Han Jia will put Li Twelve Lang there."
Feng Yong stretched his body and said, "I am a person who likes to round everything up. Put one in each of the two counties, so that it is considered a round number!"
Li Mu knew that he was venting his anger on himself, and felt sweet in his heart: "Thank you, Alang."
When Feng Yong heard what Li Mu said, he couldn't help hugging her tighter, and then suggested sternly:
"But what they said makes some sense. You are just a concubine now and have nothing to do, so you should consolidate your position. 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 discuss this matter at night..."
(End of this chapter)