If it was just a southern barbarian, the Dingyuan army would be able to deal with it, but when it came to the powerful Bowen, things would become very tricky, and if it wasn't done well, it would really be attacked by the other party and smashed the capital. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The civil and military officials, especially the military attachés, who were instigated at the critical time, began to rack their brains, brainstorm ideas, and come up with various countermeasures in order not to go to the front line to face the vicious Bowen.

It was proposed that peace talks should be held for divide and rule...... Obviously, Bowen only wants war and not peace, and such a proposal has no meaning and is simply omitted.

It was suggested that a talk with Gu Duolu of the Nanban might bring him back to fight against Bowen...... Not long after Gu Duolu came to power, he annexed Nanyue, and the degree of belligerence was no less than that of Bowen, but it did not have the strength of Bowen, and at this time, any conditions promised to him were to provide convenient conditions for him to counteract the country in the future.

It was proposed that the Zhenxi Army, which was closest to southern Xinjiang, be transferred...... The Zhenxi army has moved, what will happen to the Saigon State that is eyeing the west? As soon as the Zhenxi Army leaves, the Saigon State will attack. It is said that Saigon was also ravaged by floods this year, and the people of Saigon were so hungry that their eyes were green, and they were eager to rush to the country to have a full meal. Not only could the Zhenxi Army not move, but so did the Yuejia Army and the Beiding Army in Northern Xinjiang.

Someone suggested that the first strike would be stronger, and that they should strike first before they could slow down when they crossed the sea, and take them by surprise...... This proposal is good, so the question is, who will meet it?

The civil and military officials were collectively silent for a long time, and then someone proposed, "I privately think that the tiger father has no dog son, and the former hussar general is invincible in the war, and he can be called the god of war of my country. ”

These words have been well received, the king of Qi rebelled, the Marquis of Dingyuan brandished the moon sword, and took the dead soldiers of the Feng family like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and the force was raging, giving the king of Qi a head-on blow, and keeping the country in fire and water.

The heroic posture of the Marquis of Dingyuan is still vivid, facing Bowen, who else is it.

The more the people in the Jinluan Hall talked, the more excited they became, and the words of the crowd pushed Feng Qixiang, who was not present, to the altar.

Song Zhenzong on the dragon chair didn't say anything, after Li Xunxun stepped down, Qiu Lin, who took over the position of the secretary of the military department, came to Zhan to blow the waves, "Lord Zhan, what do you think?" Here in the emperor, we are not as good as Lord Zhan saying a lot of words, if Lord Zhan also agrees, this matter will not run.

"Lord Qiu, the Marquis of Dingyuan is still in the period of filial piety. Zhan Blowing Lang said a word, and the boiling Jinluan Hall was quiet again, yes, the old marquis just died, and the Marquis of Dingyuan is still in the filial piety period, even if the military attache is not dismissed, the first three months should not be reused. The civil officials, who often talk about etiquette, are even more silent.

"Lord Zhan, special affairs. Qiu Lin stubbornly said, he is not afraid of things, let alone death, but his only son Qiu Yuanhuan is in charge of grain and grass, and when the southern Xinjiang fights, he must go to the battlefield, because of this, he wants to find a person with the best chance of winning to lead the army and seek the greatest vitality for his son, and he does not trust anyone else except the Feng family.

Dingyuan Marquis is so young, double ten, whether he can afford his trust, he is not worried at all, the former hussar general Feng Guangxin went to the battlefield at the age of seventeen, the former hussar general Feng Yanyong won the first big victory in his life at the age of fifteen, although the current Dingyuan Marquis missed a few years because of the Feng family, but in Qiu Lin's view, it is not a problem at all, the scene of the Dingyuan Marquis beating the King of Qi is vivid, compared to the ancestors and fathers.

The issue of Jinluan Hall changed from "war or peace" to "who will lead the troops", and finally to "whether to let the Marquis of Dingyuan in the filial piety period go to war".

That night, Feng Qixiang hugged Qiao Lan and slept peacefully.

Crying in the secret realm that day, all the negative emotions dissipated, and he finally came back to life.

He couldn't imagine how he would spend his life without her, but fortunately this assumption did not exist, he and she were married, and they would spend the next few decades together. Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Feng Qixiang, who has always been alert, had already woken up when his son appeared in the room, and the people under him were very well-behaved, not to mention a well-trained dead soldier, it must not be an ordinary thing to disturb him in the middle of the night.

Feng Qixiang got up, covered Qiao Lan with a thin blanket before going out, and listened to the war in southern Xinjiang told by Zi, he knew that this time, I was afraid that he would not be able to accompany Lan'er back to Lishan County, and he might have to prevent Lan'er from going south, Tongzhou and southern Xinjiang are separated by a Changzhou, and Fengyang is not far away, and the war may be affected together, for the sake of her safety, it is better to detain people in the capital.

He put on his black gold-patterned military uniform, sat in the study and wiped the moon slashing knife, the whole person did not return to the usual peace, like an unsheathed sword, extremely sharp, ready to shoot off, ready to cut off the enemy's head at any time.

The controversy in the Jinluan Palace has not yet been conclusive, so no one has gone to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion to spread the word.

Soon, Feng Yi knocked on the door and came in, saying that Young Master Rong asked to see him......

Feng Qirong's news was far less well-informed than Feng Qixiang's, he only received a little rumor, and keenly felt that things were not simple, so he went out to find someone to inquire, and learned that the third brother was in the study, so he immediately rushed over.

When he entered the study and saw the third brother in military uniform, Feng Qirong immediately made a judgment in his heart, there was a war in southern Xinjiang!

Feng Qirong turned around and changed into military uniforms, and the brothers sat in the study, waiting for the call from the palace.

Feng Qixiang wiped the moon slashing knife brightly, and noticed the brilliance in Feng Qirong's eyes, he got up and approached the inner room of the study, opened the dark grid, and took out the knife score inside.

Faced with the stack of papers handed in front of him, Feng Qirong couldn't believe that the third brother actually showed him such an important knife score. This is what I mean I can also practice? In case I make a fool of myself? Can I keep it for me? Can I secretly learn a few tricks?

"Give it back to me when you see it. If you think about it yourself, you will surely realize many things. ”

"Give...... Give me practice?" Feng Qirong's stature is not much compared to Feng Qixiang, but in front of Feng Qixiang, he always subconsciously lowers his posture, puts himself in the position of a worshipper, and blindly worships Feng Qixiang. So excited, so happy, so excited...... I'm so stupid, what if I don't practice well and live up to the third brother's good intentions? But I really want to give it a try, and I want to become as good as the third brother......

"Take it!"

"Eh, thank you, third brother! I will definitely practice hard and never let down the trust of the third brother. Feng Qirong swore solemnly, so that Feng Qixiang wanted to give him a sentence, and it was not a peerless cheat, just take a look, don't be so serious.

Feng Qirong took the knife score and immediately looked at it seriously, and Feng Qixiang expressed his satisfaction at this. One person can't support a family, the descendants of the Feng family, but as long as he is capable and self-motivated, he will spare no effort to support and cultivate, and build a hundred years of glory for the Feng family.

The morning star was already hanging, and at this time, someone finally came to the palace......