There are very few people in this world who are qualified to pour wine on Feng Junhou, and all of them are here.

What's more, the emperor of the Han Dynasty set up a family banquet to entertain the princes, and the queen personally accompanied him, and there are few people in the world who can have this treatment.

But Adou just said earlier that there were not many jars of wine in the palace, but Feng Yong felt that Zhang Xingyi held one jar after another, as if he couldn't finish drinking it.

What's even more excessive is that there is still honey wine in the front, and in the back, there is still spirits.

Feng Junhou was very dissatisfied, this little fat man, looking honest and honest, didn't expect to lie.

Feng Junhou couldn't hide from it, so he simply let go of the drink.

If you drink alcohol, your ears will be hot, and if your ears are hot, you will be horrified.

In the end, I don't know how much I drank, anyway, Feng Junhou fell.

In a daze, I felt a burst of aroma, and someone called me Ah Lang to serve me to change my clothes.

Hearing this title, Feng Junhou knew that it was right.

took advantage of the wine, and I don't know how long Hu Tianhu spent all night, and finally fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know when I woke up.

But when I saw that the top was covered with a light veil, the body was covered with a velvet quilt, and the lamps and candles outside the light veil were shedding tears.

None of this matters, the important thing is that you have a warm fragrant nephrite in your arms.

Her long hair fell down like a waterfall at the head of the bed, covering her entire face.

The drunken confusion disappeared all at once.

Feng Junhou, who was shocked into a cold sweat, stretched out his hand a little tremblingly, and gently brushed away the hair that covered the other party's face.

When I saw who it was, I was relieved.

"Ah Lang, don't ...... it"

may have sensed Feng Yong's movements, and the woman muttered in her dream, "The concubine is too tired......

"Wake up, why are you here?"

Feng Yong pushed her.

The sleeping woman's eyelashes moved, and then she finally opened her eyes, with a sigh of relief in her eyes:

"Ah Lang, are you awake?"

"Where is this?"

Feng Yong looked around and found that except for Li Mu, there was no one in this room that he was familiar with.

"In His Majesty's palace."

Li Mu rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth with his hand again, and yawned, obviously not sleeping enough.

Remembering that he had been drunk by Adou until late at night yesterday, Feng Yong knew that he was not too surprised to stay in the palace.

As long as it's not a night in the dragon bed, as long as you're holding your wife and concubine in your arms, it's not a big deal.

The emperor allowed the meritorious man to stay in the palace, which was a sign of grace.

"What about you? How did it end up here? ”

Feng Yong asked again.

"The queen sent someone to Nanxiang to ask for some manpower, and asked the concubine to come with her, saying that she wanted to see the concubine. Yesterday, Ah Lang was drinking inside, and the concubine has been guarding outside. ”

Li Mu explained.

"That's right." Feng Yong nodded, he didn't know about this beforehand, "What time is it?" ”

Although she has confidence in Zhang Xingcai's mind, I believe that she will not let her sister do something that takes advantage of others after drinking.

But somehow, there is still a little loss in my heart.

Li Mu got up and looked at the night leak on the case: "Ah Lang, it's almost time." ”

In winter, the sky dawns late, and the doors and windows are closed, and there are blankets hanging on the windows.

"Ah Lang, do you want to get up?"

Li Mu turned around again and asked.

"What's the hurry? Isn't it dawn yet? Feng Yong re-shrunk into the quilt and lay down, "The hangover is splitting and the headache is very uncomfortable, pour me a glass of water first." ”

Hiding under the covers in winter is a beautiful thing.

The water was quickly served, and Feng Yong drank it all in one go, which relieved his thirst after drinking.

The dark fragrance floated on the couch, Li Mu leaned over and said softly:

"Is Ah Lang better?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his slender jade finger and pressed it lightly on Feng Yong's temple, and then pressed it down the painful swelling all the way to his neck.

The strength was not as strong as Guan Ji's, but it was just right to press the painful swelling place, which made Feng Yong finally feel a burst of relief.

"You're a good craft, who did you learn from?"

Feng Junhou closed his eyes, exhaled a breath, and asked.

"In Nanxiang Medical College, there is a way of massage for female doctors, and concubines sometimes stay up late and have migraines, so it can be a lot easier to ask them to come to help press it, so I learned a little from them."

Li Mu said softly.

"Nanxiang is such a big stall on you, but it makes you tired."

"The concubine likes such days, and she is happy when she is tired."

Li Mu's voice was filled with joy and gratitude, "In this world, only Ah Lang can give such a day to his concubine." ”

When Feng Junhou heard this, his heart was relieved.

He opened his eyes, but saw the light veil in front of him flickering, bringing wisps of dark incense:

"This is also your ability, if you change someone else, do you think I will give it to her?"

From the beginning of knowing Li Mu, I knew if she was a simple woman.

At least the spirit of resistance is much stronger than that of ordinary family girls, and they dare to pursue what they want.

Hearing Feng Yong praise her like this, Li Mu was full of joy.

This man is a "ruthless little Wenhe" to the enemy, and a "far-sighted Yin Ghost King" to outsiders, but internally, he is clever and lustful Feng Alang.

What's more, others don't know, as his woman, Li Mu knows that Ah Lang is much broader than the men in this world.

makes people really love him.

"What's going on over there in Nanxiang now?"

After the first battle of Xiaoguan, there were too many things, and he had just returned to Pingxiang, and he had to hurry back to Hanzhong.

Feng Yong only knew that there were some people who seemed to be jumping a little bit some time ago.

Li Mu stroked his loose hair:

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the grandson of the Li family's big house heard that Ah Lang was coming back, and he waited from morning to night these days, so he wanted the concubine to give him a word."

"The concubine ignored him, he was afraid that he would only know today that the concubine was no longer in Nanxiang."

"The Li family's big house, they don't give up."

Feng Yong had a smile on his face.

"I haven't given up."

Li Mu shrank into Feng Yong's arms and said softly, "What is Ah Lang going to do with them this time?" ”

Naturally, she didn't know that she was really expected by Li Shishilang, and the pillow wind began to blow.

"The future of social and historical progress is bright, but the road is tortuous."

Feng Yong suddenly said something that made Li Mu feel inexplicable.

Later in the French Revolution and the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty.

As a representative of the old-style family, how could the Li family's big house be so easy to give up?

Unless it is a humane destruction, with the foundation they have accumulated over the past hundreds of years, it is enough for them to last for more than ten years or even decades.

Although they were the targets of the joint efforts of Feng Junhou and Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty to suppress them, such means as humane destruction should not be used rashly.

Otherwise, it will arouse the disgust of other families and is not conducive 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.

When the time comes, future generations will only follow the same example, which will lead to the normalization of bloodshed and death in various struggles within the Han Dynasty.

Or is it the French Revolution, for example, that the Jacopins initially gained the broadest support and then won so much, and what was the final result?

When the Jacobin dictatorship tasted the sweetness of the White Terror reign, it became a tool for them to monopolize power and slaughter dissidents.

The consequence was that the reign that lasted only one year collapsed.

Robespierre executed his comrades from both factions, and then he was guillotined by the latecomers.

Or did China's sages see clearly: the initiator has no aftermath?

Dahan has shed enough blood in the past few decades.

Now there is no need for such bloodshed within themselves.

What's more, in the original history of Ji Han, the political struggle was rarely bloodshed.

Feng Yong did not want to spoil the political atmosphere.

Judging from the current situation, Adou can't do anything else, but it's okay to leave the word "benevolence" in history.

Giving favors to the people and making their lives stable - no matter who brought such days, in the end, some of the credit will definitely go to Adou's head.

Listen to the advice of the ministers, and do not kill indiscriminately.

Isn't this what benevolence is?

"After you go back, tell that Li Shishilang that I can give them a chance in the Li family's big house."

Feng Yong pondered as he rubbed his ......

"Dahan is going to develop Hanjia County and Wenshan County in the next few years, and if they are interested, they can participate."

The two counties of Hanjia County and Wenshan County, one south and one north, are Shu County, that is, the western barrier of Jincheng.

They have Yinping County to the north and Yueshan County to the south.

Needless to say, Yueshan County is now the basic territory of the Xinghan Society.

As for Yinping County, since the Northern Expedition, Zhuge Old Demon sent Yang Ju, the king of the white horse who ran to Hanzhong in the early years to defect to Ma Chao, to return to Yinping and let him collect Qiang.

Then he asked the Xinghan Society to help infiltrate Hanjia from Yueshan.

At the same time, Zhang Yi, who used to strictly enforce the law, was sent to Nanzhong as the governor of the capital.

The intention is the most obvious, that is, to completely solve the chaos that has been giving Shu a headache.

It's just that in the past few years, Longyou's Huqiang Captain's Mansion has been a gold-swallowing monster, swallowing most of the money and food that the Xinghan Society can come up with.

But it is precisely because of this that the Captain of Huqiang Mansion has the shocking battle of Xiao Guan.

Over the years, whether it is the Han magnate or the transformation family, the money and grain on hand have basically been invested in the Northern Expedition, as well as digesting Nanzhong, Longyou and other places.

There is also not much effort to support this approach.

Therefore, Zhuge Lao Demon's idea of integrating the last piece of the puzzle in Shu is not progressing, and even compared with the former Han Dynasty, the speed is much faster.

But everything is afraid of comparison.

Compared with the rapid development of Dahan in recent years, it seems very slow.

Now those who have a little spare money and food in hand are basically those old-fashioned families.

So instead of giving them the energy and time to pop up from time to time to add to the blockage, it's better to find something for them to do.

And this last piece of the puzzle should also be put together.

It is just right to make the final preparations for the final battle in Guanzhong later.

Li Mu listened to Feng Yong's thoughts and asked with some surprise:

"Ah Lang, that Hanjia and Wenshan, I heard that there is still chaos all year round, and it is a wild place, are they willing to go there?"

Back then, Liao Li gave Feng Junhou a hat of "clever words", and later, he was exiled to Wenshan to farm and herd sheep.

You can imagine the desolation there.

Even if it can't compare to Yongchang and other counties in Yunnan in the south, it is not much better.

"What if I promise to supply them with some wool?"

Feng Yong smiled indifferently, "Aren't there still Yiren on the high mountains in the west?" I heard that there is snow all year round in the high mountains, don't those Yi people need wool more? ”

The so-called high mountains are actually the Hengduan Mountains of later generations, and then there is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where there is the commonly known mountain qiang.

"As long as they can get the wool from the Gaoshan people, 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, and at the same time, they also have to invest a lot of money and grain to gain a foothold there.

Compared with the previous situation of lying on the Shudi Plain and sucking blood peacefully, it was naturally more bitter.

But if they don't want to sink and die slowly, they need to show the courage of their ancestors to cut through thorns and thorns to expand their homes.

Hundreds of years of comfort have made them lose their pioneering spirit, and all Feng Yong has to do now is to force them to start over.

In addition, there are Xinghan who will provide support from the Yueshan side, and among these old-fashioned families, anyone who has a long-term vision will naturally know what to do.

Of course, if they refuse, they would rather shrink to the Shu Plain and eat their old books, then it doesn't matter.

Anyway, it will definitely not be Feng Junhou himself who will be swept into the dustbin of history in the end.

When Li Mu heard Feng Yong say this, his eyes flashed:

"Do they want to believe it?"

It's not that she blows, with her own Ah Lang's reputation in the big house now...... I don't know if I can stop children crying at night, but it can definitely make people smell and change.

"On credit!" Feng Yong smiled even more, "I can give them some wool on credit first, anyway, I'm not afraid that they will pay for it." ”

In the territory of the Han Dynasty, even if the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty wants to take something from Feng Junhou's hand, he has to give a sweet date.

The queen still wants to stuff her own sister!

can take benefits from Feng Junhou for nothing, that is, the general Guan in the Feng Mansion, and at most add Zhang Xiaosi.

When Li Mu heard this, he couldn't help laughing:

"Since Ah Lang has a plan, then after the concubine goes back, she will find the twelve Lang to explain."

"Hmm."

Feng Yong nodded, and when he heard Li Mu talk about Li Shishilang, he remembered something again:

"I heard that some time ago, when I was on Xiao Guan's side with unclear news, that Twelve Lang looked for you?"

When he mentioned this, Li Mu showed disgust on his face: "Then Li Shishilang, he clearly said that the concubine was the Li family, but in fact he was threatening the concubine, saying that if it was Ah Lang, it would be ......."

At this, she paused.

"Just say it."

Feng Yong knew that she had scruples, and asked her to continue.

"Let's just say that if something happens to Ah Lang, the concubine is just a concubine room in the Feng Mansion, life and death are not up to him, and the one who can protect the concubine at that time is their Li family."

"Huh!" Feng Yong sneered, "It seems that the lesson that Li Shishilang ate last time is not enough. ”

"In this way, you go back and tell the Li family's big house, Li Shishilang has a long-term vision and a unique vision, this time, let him go to Hanjia to explore the way first."

"There is a Liao Li over there in Wenshan, so Han Jia will let Li Shishilang go."

Feng Yong stretched, "As for me, I like to put things together in everything." Put one in each of the two counties, so it's a whole number! ”

Li Mu knew that he was angry with himself, and his heart was sweet and sweet: "Thank you, Ah Lang." ”

When Feng Yong heard Li Mu say this, he couldn't help but hug her tighter, and then suggested with a straight face:

But there is some truth to what they say. You are now just a concubine, and you have nothing to do, so it is time to consolidate your position. If you give birth to a son and a half as soon as possible, it's good to have a ...... to rely on."

Li Mu's face turned red again, his eyes dodged, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Ah Lang, such a thing...... I'll talk about it in the evening......"