Two Hundred and Eighty: Obvious Results (1)

Feng Ren and his son were sitting in the speeding carriage.

The sound of the wheels vibrating mixed with the bustling din entered the carriage, but it still couldn't break the strange silence between the two.

After a long time, Feng Ren sighed first, and said in a neutral tone, "Your hand still hurts?"

Feng Jin has always been sitting upright, his face is abnormally pale, his thin lips are faintly blue, the wound on his right arm has been bandaged by a medical officer to stop the bleeding, the blood seeps into most of his sleeve and arm, and it has not dried up yet, and the strong breath has filled the entire carriage , looking quite embarrassed.

"It doesn't hurt that much anymore..." Feng Jin replied with lowered eyebrows, and finally asked hesitantly, "Father, the official family..."

Feng Ren interrupted him, and said, "I am afraid that the officials are now determined to marry the three tribes in northern Xinjiang, and stabilize the border war situation between the two sides through in-law relations... Such naive calculations, Huangkou children don't bother to use them, but the officials But the house...will not be able to support the wall after all!"

Feng Jin didn't miss every word his father said, the more he listened to him, the more nervous he became, as if a small drum was beating intensively in his heart.

What does his father mean by this... is he going to give up the hopeless Dongqing royal family?

"You're a little reckless today. If it wasn't for Liu Zhongqing's brat's strong martial arts, you wouldn't be as simple as hurting an arm."

Feng Ren's voice was a little more pity and resentment, after all, it was his son who was injured, the injury was on the son's body, and the pain was on the father's heart.

Feng Jin lowered her eyelids, silently listening to Feng Ren's reprimand.

He doesn't like to stand out, but today he had a conflict with the northern Xinjiang warriors, and was even injured by them, so naturally he has his considerations.

If he stepped forward, he would be injured at most, and if the warriors from Northern Xinjiang were to target the eldest son of the Zhenbeihou Mansion, he might be killed.

Everyone knows that Dongqing is coveted by hungry wolves, and the Zhenbeihou Mansion is Dongqing's last barrier in the north. If something happens to the son of the Zhenbeihou Mansion today, who knows how those caring people will make use of it? How should the three tribes in northern Xinjiang be arrogant and unruly?

Perhaps because of the influence of family tradition, Feng Jin and Feng Ren generally don't care who is the emperor.

But Fengjin is young after all, and still full of enthusiasm, he can't just watch today's events become the trigger for the complete decline of the Zhenbeihou Mansion. The hinterland of Dongqing has caused people to die!

Therefore, Feng Jin stopped the son of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, and stepped forward to meet the provocation of those northern border warriors, but was defeated and injured.

If he hadn't had a good idea to bring in Jiang Pengji as a rescuer, it might not be as simple as hurting an arm.

Thinking of Jiang Pengji, Feng Jin's face softened a little, giving her a little more warmth.

At this moment, he somewhat understands what it feels like for the ranger in the market story to stab each other because of his brotherly loyalty.

Feng Ren changed his style of painting, a little angry and authentic.

"It's just, have you ever thought about what if that kid is not good at martial arts, and you are implicated because of you?"

Feng Jin was dumbfounded when he heard this, he was about to say that Jiang Pengji's martial arts skills are good, but Feng Ren didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Forget it, this time I owe him Liu Zhongqing's favor, and I'll just find a chance to repay it in the future."

For a while, the carriage returned to silence.

Feng Ren closed his eyes, and couldn't help but start to think about the way forward.

Today's Dongqing royal family is like a mud that cannot support the wall. In order to take back the power in the hands of the family, that man made frequent tricks, secretly supporting the power of his relatives, conniving with the power of eunuchs, trying to muddy the waters, fishing in troubled waters, fisherman Profit.

The results of it?

The struggle between the aristocratic family, the collective of eunuchs, and the increasingly powerful foreign relatives is intensifying. Today, Zikong has great ambitions but has no means of imperial power. It was originally a matter of the power of the aristocratic family, but now it has become a problem that has swept the entire court and the entire East. Qing's hidden dangers.

The Feng clan has been passed down for more than a thousand years, what kind of storms and waves have not been seen?

Dongqing is like a leaky ship, which is in danger of sinking at any time.

Now, it is also time to retreat bravely and stay dormant for the time being to wait for the general trend of the world.

But after a while, Feng Ren already had a plan in his heart, while Feng Jin who was beside him was still worried.

The carriage drove straight to Shangyang Palace. The majestic palace looked like a giant beast lying on the ground. Although it was late at night, the palace lanterns were kept on all night. If you look down from a high place, the brightly lit Shangyang Palace looks like a star embedded in the earth. Gorgeous pearl.

The emperor wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and his daily routine is to play and fight with the concubines, extravagant, and occasionally want to steal, either to visit the minister's home in disguise, humiliate the wife of the minister, or rob the daughter of the people , Locked into the palace, making officials in Beijing dare not speak out.

In the early years, Feng Ren still had expectations for the emperor, and he dared to speak out and get angry, but naturally he was not liked by the emperor.

If he was not the head of the Feng clan, the emperor would not have dared to touch him, his official position would have been lost long ago, and the family members would have suffered accordingly.

"Lord Zhongshuling, what's going on with you today? At this hour, His Majesty has gone to bed early..."

Feng Ren smiled coldly, his eyes seemed to be pierced with cold knives, his tough attitude was completely different from his usual image of a good person.

Feng Ren waved his sleeves angrily, "Go to bed early? Liu Changshi, these words are acceptable to a three-year-old urchin, but it is not enough to deal with Fengmou. You and I know what kind of virtue your majesty is. If we don't see you today When it comes to His Majesty, Fengmou, he will not leave."

The sound of extravagance has already been heard in the palace, and the air is filled with the smell of extravagance. Tell him that the emperor has gone to bed?

Do you really think that Feng Xiande is a three-year-old child?

Liu Changshi lost his roots since he was a child, his voice was extremely thin, and his appearance was neither male nor female, but he was able to climb up to the position of Zhongchangshi in a Shura field like Shangyang Palace, and became a eunuch trusted by the emperor. not weak.

He smiled embarrassingly, "The Zhongshu ordered the adults to enter the palace late at night, and the villain should report it as soon as possible. However, His Majesty has been working hard on the affairs of northern Xinjiang recently, and Long Yan is often angry, and the villain is also very difficult to deal with." Ah. Or, Zhongshu ordered the adults to quietly tell the villain first, if the matter you reported in the palace is really important, the villain will report it to you even at the risk of being punished by His Majesty."

If normally, Feng Ren would be so embarrassed by Liu Changshi, he would have walked away angrily, too lazy to argue with an eunuch.

But today, he sneered and replied, "Resign."

Liu Changshi's complexion changed drastically, and he said, "What happened? Why did Zhongshu Ling be so angry? Resigning from office is no small matter. Once you say this, it will be hard to take it back... How do you... ..."

Feng Ren said with a cold face, "It seems that His Majesty has really fallen asleep, and Feng Mou is inconvenient to disturb, and will write to His Majesty tomorrow..."

Liu Changshi didn't dare to stop him, so he hurriedly said to go in and report.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that Fengren's resignation at this time is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Feng Jin secretly looked at the extravagant and exquisite Shangyang Palace, and then at the arrogant Liu Changshi, a chill spread in his heart.

Feng Ren said coldly with a half-smile, "Then I'll have to serve Liu Changshi."

Liu Changshi's scalp was secretly tingling. Although he was an eunuch who held certain power and was used to domineering, but when he met Feng Ren, a dignified gentry, he still felt an uncontrollable sense of humbleness and guilt. Clouds and mud on the ground.

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