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Chapter 905: Feng Yandao

The warm light of the autumn sun shines in through the window and falls on the two beautiful girls, as if with a faint halo, peaceful and quiet, and the years are quiet.

Princess Gaoyang let go of her arm around Wu Meiniang's slender waist, turned to hold her hand, and sighed softly: "Yesterday I went to the third sister's house and listened to the prince's consort talking about the movements in the court. Those noble families have no intention of giving up. See

I am here to punish Mr. Lang. These guys are really hateful. Mr. Lang only sent troops to exterminate the Gu family because of his rebellion. What does it have to do with them? They are really meddling in other people’s business!"

The third sister she refers to is Princess Nanping, who is married to Wang Gui's eldest son Wang Jingzhi.

Nowadays, the undercurrent in Chang'an is surging, and all the major aristocratic families are taking action. Countless impeachment memorials are sent to Kunming Pool every day, asking the emperor to punish Fang Jun severely.

Princess Gaoyang was very angry. The Gu family hid the former emperor and had treacherous intentions to raise dead soldiers. Naturally, they deserved to die. What does it have to do with those noble families? It is really annoying that one or two of them must be bitten by a mad dog.

Wu Meiniang smiled.

When it comes to political talent, she can outshine Princess Gaoyang...

"Your Highness, don't worry. Those aristocratic families are very vocal, but everyone knows that they won't do anything to Erlang."

Wu Meiniang said firmly.

Princess Gao Yang also knew that she was not as good as Wu Meiniang when it came to speculation about the court situation and exploration of people's hearts. This girl had a sweet heart that even those men who claimed to be elites were not as good as...

Then he asked in confusion: "How can I see it?"

Wu Meiniang held Princess Gao Yang's slender hand and said with a smile: "Look, after the impeachment has been going on for so long, has His Majesty never expressed his position? Are the adults in the palace not looking sad at all?"

Tilting her head and thinking for a while, Princess Gaoyang's bright eyes sparkled: "Indeed."

Wu Meiniang chuckled lightly, her pretty face full of admiration: "So, although the husband seems to be acting recklessly and without regard for the consequences, he actually knows it well. The evidence of the Gu family's rebellion is conclusive. Even if he is a little cruel, what's wrong with that? Those

The members of the aristocratic family also know that there is nothing they can do against the husband, but they are so angry and active because they want to express their concerns to His Majesty, so that His Majesty will have some scruples in his heart and not treat all the members of the aristocratic family as if they are like the Gu family and kill them whenever they want.

…”

If he allowed the Gu family to be destroyed and remained indifferent, would it make the emperor feel that "the family is just that and can be slaughtered at will"? In the future, there is no need to have any scruples about the family.

This is something that aristocratic families will never tolerate...

Princess Gaoyang seemed to understand, but she was indifferent to these dirty intrigues.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is a person who dares to love and hate. If she hates, she will gnash her teeth and be dismissive. If she loves, she will be passionate and desperate...

*****

The rain is lingering.

The patter of raindrops fell on the eaves, and the air was fresh and cool, dispelling the scorching heat in Guanzhong.

The trees and flowers in Zhao Guogong's Mansion were washed by the rain and became lush green and colorful.

The furnishings in the study are extremely luxurious. There is a large mahogany bookcase in front of the screen, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it, the four treasures of the study. There are also Burmese jade paperweights, white porcelain mandarin duck-shaped inkstones produced by Xing Kiln, and red sandalwood edge inlays made of Hunan bamboo.

The pen holder, the exquisite small mouth pen washer in the shape of a boy serving tea, the ink cartridge made of ebony inlaid with jade belt patterns, as well as the pen holder, pen screen, ink tank, pressure ruler, secret cabinet and other cultural toys.

The wealth and luxury are not enough to be described in detail.

Calligraphy and painting, guqin, chessboard, etc. are placed on one side, showing elegance and leisure, making people feel comfortable and contented among them.

Sun Wuji, the eldest son of Zhao Guogong, was sitting across from a young scholar. The fragrance of tea was lingering and the water mist was curling up.

"This junior is about to go south tomorrow. I wonder if Zhao Guogong has any advice?"

The young scribe is in his twenties, with a fair face and sword-shaped eyebrows. He sits there with his back straight and his temperament indifferent. He is very handsome and suave. Even when facing Sun Wuji, the most powerful Duke of Zhao at that time, he still smiles.

Proper and without any embarrassment or nervousness.

The arrogance of the children of the aristocratic family is fully displayed...

Changsun Wuji smiled faintly, poured tea for him with his own hands, and said kindly: "My father and I have been close friends for many years, and we are brothers and sisters. Your father traveled westward on a crane and got some peace and quiet. How can I not remember you as an old friend?"

His words are kind, his attitude is kind, and his words are full of regrets, as if he is taking care of his own nephew.

The young scribe twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and gave a grateful smile: "Duke Zhao has great love and will never forget it in this life."

Changsun Wuji laughed and said: "Don't be so formal. You and I have been friends for a long time, just like our own family members. I just said that you are going south this time to serve as the commander of the Canghai Road march. I am afraid that you will not be able to get a glimpse of the mystery for a while.

If you make a mistake, not only will there be no merit, but you will make a mistake. That is why I have called you here to give you a few instructions."

He has a nice smile, a kind attitude, and a strong sense of care and concern for the elders who love and care for the younger ones.

The young scholar was stunned...

Who are you fooling?

Think of me as a three-year-old child!

However, although Changsun Wuji does not care about his affairs now, his status is astonishing and his influence is astonishing. He is ranked among the top three in the civil and military circles of the Manchu Dynasty. Young scribes cannot afford to offend him, and there is no need to offend them. But let’s take a look at Changsun Wuji’s gourd.

What kind of medicine is being sold...

"Uncle Shi is so kind and loving. My nephew is very grateful. I respectfully listen to Uncle Shi's teachings."

It was drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops hit the leaves, making a ticking sound.

Changsun Wuji took a sip of the tea cup and said with a simple and honest smile: "Even so, I don't hide it. At this time, Jiangnan is not peaceful, and my nephew must have heard about it. The so-called Canghaidao has long been mentioned by Fang Jun.

It is empty, with no more than a thousand soldiers, no more than a few dozen ships, and not even a fully-controlled garrison. Shang still has to live in Fang Jun's fiefdom. Soldier training, ship maintenance, and logistical supplies all have to go through Fang Jun's hands.

, otherwise it will be difficult to move forward..."

The young scribe was stunned for a moment, then took a breath of cold air!

Feng Yandao, the right servant of the former minister shot Feng Deyi's son. In the eighth year of Emperor Wude's reign, Feng Deyi passed away. Feng Yandao, who was only nine years old, inherited the title of his father Miguo Gong. In the fourth year of Zhenguan, he granted Zuo Qianniu the title of Menyin.

Prepare yourself and serve as a guard in the Forbidden Palace. In the tenth year of Zhenguan, the twenty-year-old Feng Yan Taoist priest Cheng Yi Lang, Xing Tongshi Shiren, officially entered the official career.

The standard promotion path for children of aristocratic families...

Moreover, Feng Yandao described him as handsome and suave, and was highly praised and favored by His Majesty Li Er.

Just last year, Feng Yandao was engaged to Li Chengxia, the eldest princess of Huainan, the twelfth daughter of the great ancestor Li Yuan, and was awarded the title of Prince-in-law Duwei, Tongshiren, and later he was granted the title of Shangshu Simen Langzhong.

With the support of his ancestors, Feng Yandao has a smooth journey and a bright future.

Not long ago, Fang Jun was deprived of his position as chief military officer of the Canghai Road March, and Feng Yandao was granted the title of Chief Military Officer of the Canghai Road March. He was young and vigorous, held a high position, came from a noble family, and had royal relatives. Such a Feng Yandao

How could he not be full of ambition and passionate desire to do something in Jiangnan, where the world is attracting attention, and lay the foundation for his career as a rising star in officialdom?

But Changsun Wuji's words were like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, causing Feng Yandao to wake up from his full self-confidence and boundless longing.

Sure enough, most of the apples smashed on the head are rotten...

Such a Canghai Road is subject to Fang Jun's control at every turn, so what else can it do?

I really don’t know what happened to Zhang Liang. Didn’t he just let Fang Jun get rounded and flattened?

Changsun Wuji obviously saw Feng Yandao's depression, which was also the effect he wanted.

For a young official who is aspiring to an official career, today's Jiangnan is indeed not a good place to make achievements...

Changsun Wuji smiled slightly and said comfortingly: "But there is no need to be depressed, good nephew. Although Fang Jun covers the sky with one hand in Canghaidao, you are not fighting alone. As the saying goes, "Fang Jun has been removed from the position of Chief Manager of Canghaidao."

Although the position has not yet been handed over, it has become a fact and we are no longer able to control it. Besides, Zhang Liang is not an easy person. The most important thing is that all the noble families in the world are standing behind you."

Fang Jun massacred the entire Gu family and went head-to-head with the aristocratic family. This incident has already shocked the world. Feng Yandao naturally cannot be unaware of it. With Feng Yandao's background, it is natural to see that although the aristocratic family members are shouting about killing, they actually want to

It is actually unrealistic to obtain the punishment of Fang Jun in court.

After all, there is conclusive evidence of the Gu family's rebellion. This is a matter of great justice and no one can ignore it.

Then, the only place where the family members can really take action is in Jiangnan, and they can only draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron...

Feng Yandao asked respectfully: "Why did Uncle Shi teach me?"


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