As soon as the dishes were served, Feng Qiudao unceremoniously began to bury his head in eating, and the food looked very terrifying.

"Brother Feng, this business trip...... Uh, went on the expedition and suffered a lot, right? Fang Zheng asked while helping him with vegetables.

"Woo woo woo ......" Feng Qiudao's mouth was stuffed with vegetables, and he didn't know what to say vaguely.

“…… Come on, you can eat first, and we'll talk when we're full. Someone's coming! Tell the cook to get some chickens, ducks, and whatever, and make porcelain solid, and go quickly on the big pot! Fang Zheng commanded.

Feng Qiudao glanced at him gratefully while eating.

Fang Zheng glared at the fat man and said, "Look at the people you killed, a general who was originally so handsome and handsome, is like a refugee who has made a famine at this time......"

The fat man said innocently: "What's the matter with me?" ”

"Isn't it Brother Feng that you recommended to the imperial court?"

"Only he is the most suitable, what can I do......" The fat man was aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.

Feng Qiudao swallowed the contents of his mouth hard, and said: "Brother Fang, you can't say that, when the Hua Dynasty is in danger, I will wait for a hot-blooded man......"

"Stop! Stop! Fang Zheng glanced at the two of them impatiently, "You are all patriotic, and I am insensitive to the authorship, okay?" Anyway, if someone wants me to go to the battlefield, and they go to such a distant grassland, I won't kill them. ”

The fat man smiled: "Don't worry, your Fang family has been passed down for three generations, just like you, the court will never let you go to the battlefield." ”

The three of them drank while talking, Feng Qiudao ate a lot of food, and when Fang Zheng and the fat man were drunk for five or six minutes, he could fill his stomach.

Patted with satisfaction, Feng Qiudao sighed comfortably: "I haven't eaten a full meal for many days, hehe, I'm really sorry, Feng is a martial artist, and he eats indecently, which makes His Royal Highness King Fu and Brother Fang laugh." ”

Fang Zheng bared his teeth and smiled: "It's okay, your appearance is already very gentle." Have you not seen His Royal Highness King Fu eating when he was eating at my house, he could swallow a chicken in one bite, in order to take care of His Royal Highness King Fu's face, so as not to let outsiders say that his mouth was too big, my cook had to learn to roast a whole sheep as a last resort......"

The fat man couldn't cry or laugh: "You just bury me, another day I will invite my father to announce that you will enter the palace for a royal banquet, and you will know what torment is." ”

"Hey, don't hurt me, there are big rules for eating in the palace, in case I accidentally drop the chopsticks, or look at the palace maid a few more times, your father will not chop me immediately."

"Nonsense, there are many rules in the palace, and they are not as strict as you said." Saying that, the fat man glanced at the corner of his eyes, and found that Feng Qiudao was holding the wine jar, drinking the sullen wine one by one, his expression was a little dumbfounded, but the other party Zheng and the fat man chatted and joked, but they turned a deaf ear.

Fang Zheng also found out, glanced at the fat man, and felt a little strange in his heart, what happened to this Feng Qiu Dao? Wouldn't you be stupid to fight? Such a big victory, the Chinese Dynasty has not had it in a hundred years, tomorrow he will go to the dynasty to restore his life, you can imagine how the emperor will be rewarded, but why is he like this now?

"General Feng, this time to the grassland, what is the detailed battle situation?" The fat man asked.

Feng Qiudao's expression was obscure, and his face was ashen: "His Royal Highness King Fu, this battle can be regarded as the victory of my Hua Dynasty, but the victory is too tragic!" ”

"The last general led 20,000 elites out of the capital, but the last general came back, but there were only more than 6,000 people, and the enemy we faced was not Turkic men in the prime of life, but only the old and weak women and children in their tribe. These old and weak women and children, who were not even qualified to go to the battlefield in the Turkic tribes, actually took the lives of more than 10,000 elites of our Chinese Dynasty. The last general is so ashamed that he has no place to be ashamed! ”

"More than 10,000 iron-clad hot-blooded men died on the grassland in this way, and some of them were seriously injured and could not move, in order not to slow down the actions of the brothers, they actually committed suicide one by one by drawing their swords. When they were dying, they didn't snort, and the end was ...... The last general can't stand these brothers! Saying that, Feng Qiudao cried whining, and his iron-blooded and ruthless appearance on weekdays was gone, and Feng Qiudao was crying like a child at this moment.

Fang Zheng and the fat man's faces became solemn, war will kill people, they know this. But they didn't expect that it was just a simple raid behind enemy lines, but the battle situation was so tragic.

Fang Zheng suddenly felt as if his heart was blocked by something, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even breathe. A deep sense of self-reproach occupies the heart, like a maggot attached to the bone, and it cannot be removed.

In the final analysis, the initiator of this operation was him, more than 10,000 fresh lives, because of his few words, just disappeared. What about their loved ones? How many orphans and widows were left behind? How many families have been ruined? Doesn't all that add up to more than 10,000 lives?

"Perhaps...... I shouldn't have offered this plan......" Fang Zheng muttered to himself in distraction. Originally, he thought that he was just going to the grassland to kill a few old and weak women and children who were powerless, so he didn't think about the casualties at all. As the maker of the action, he deeply felt that it was completely caused by his own negligence.

"Brother Fang, you can't say that, if it weren't for your strategy, do you know how many people my Hua Dynasty would have died?"

The fat man said: "Let me tell you, after the city of Dingzhou was broken, the Turks wantonly slaughtered the city, and more than 100,000 ordinary people died, and this is just a city. If it weren't for your strategy, the Turks' southward movement would be unstoppable, and I don't know how many cities would be breached, and how many people would be slaughtered. ”

Feng Qiudao wiped away his tears and said heroically: "Brother Fang, Feng has lost his temper. You don't have to blame yourself, His Royal Highness King Fu is right, you are accumulating virtue, and your strategy has saved tens of millions of people in the Hua Dynasty. Besides, how can there be immortals in war? More than 10,000 lives in exchange for the lives of thousands of people in the Chinese Dynasty are worth it! These brothers who died on the grassland will also be grateful to you under the Nine Springs. ”

Saying that, Feng Qiudao picked up the wine jar and said: "Come, those brothers of Feng's generation who died on the grassland, a glass of respect for the elder brother!" ”

With that, Feng Qiudao raised his neck and poured the wine into his mouth.

Fang Zheng silently picked up the wine glass, thought about it, and slowly spilled the wine in the cup on the ground.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the three of them were relatively silent, each drinking sullen wine until everyone was drunk. Steward Sun arranged for his subordinates to help the fat man and Feng Qiudao into the wing room on the west side of the courtyard to rest, and Fang Zheng was helped back to the room by Xiao Lu in a daze.

Seeing Xiao Lu busy making strong tea for him and putting a towel on him, Fang Zheng suddenly said, "Xiao Lu, have you ever hated the imperial court?" ”

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you say this? Midori wondered.

"If it weren't for the imperial court's assignment, your father might not have died on the battlefield guarding Xingqing Mansion, and a letter of dispatch from the imperial court caused you to lose your father, don't you hate it?" Fang Zheng's tone was lonely.

Xiao Lu looked around nervously and said, "Young Master, be cautious!" Don't talk nonsense! ”

Fang Zheng ignored her and said to himself: "But, can this be blamed on the imperial court?" There are some things that you don't do, I don't do, someone has to do it. ”

"If you fight, you die, can I blame that? The Turks have to be fought, either you or him, fighting against foreign enemies, it is inevitable to pay the price, can I blame it? Can I be blamed for this? At the end, Fang Zheng yelled hysterically.

"Young master, don't be like this, I don't blame you, I don't blame you, be obedient, rest early, you have to go to court early tomorrow morning......" Xiao Lu didn't know how to comfort him, he was so anxious that he burst into tears, and hurriedly held down Fang Zheng.

"What a court! Last fart! Those bastards who stand and talk without backache only know that they are fooling around in the Jinluan Palace every day, and they have the ability and ability to go into battle to kill the enemy! The one who dies on the battlefield is called a man! Fang Zheng's emotions were completely out of control.

"Young Master...... Don't talk, go to sleep, Xiao Lu is with you next to you......" Xiao Lu gently stroked Fang Zheng's sideburns, looking at the young master who was usually hippie and smiling, but at the moment he was like an enraged lion, Xiao Lu's heart was full of pity.

"Little Midori...... I'm sorry for them...... Originally, I could have made the strategy more perfect and made their casualties smaller, I'm sorry for them......" Fang Zheng muttered, his drunken face flushed with pain.

"Young master, everyone has their own life. Some are good, some are not good, young master, you have done your best, whether you are alive or dead, everyone will be grateful to your ......" Xiao Lu stroked Fang Zheng's hair and whispered comfort in his ear.

After a long time, Fang Zheng's manic mood was slowly calmed down by Xiao Lu, and finally fell asleep.

When he was ugly, Xiao Lu woke up Fang Zheng, and the time for the dynasty was up.

Fang Zheng got up in a daze, looked at the sky, and sighed heavily. My head hurts, and there seem to be hundreds of villains in my head knocking on the "general's order", which is the end of excessive drinking.

I have to find a chance to hand over the sick note today, buddy is still in the development period, and needs enough sleep, and if this continues, this sturdy body will collapse sooner or later.

"Midori, was I drunk last night?" Fang Zheng scratched his head and tried to remember, vaguely remembering that he seemed to have been drunk for a while.

"Young Master, did you forget?" Midori's eyes widened in surprise.

"Uh...... It's a bit hard to remember. Midori, have I said or done anything? ”

Seeing that Xiao Lu didn't speak, but just looked at him blankly, Fang Zheng was a little uncomfortable, and then suddenly exclaimed, "Could it be that I have insulted you?" ”

What a mistake! Why don't you do this while you're sober?

Little Green stomped his feet and said, "Young Master! What are you talking about! ”

Fang Zheng thought about it, with Xiao Lu's force value, it was impossible for him to do that kind of stupid thing of hitting a stone with an egg.

After putting on his court clothes, Fang Zheng had just stepped out of the door, and he saw the fat man and Feng Qiudao walking towards him.

Fang Zheng said: "You two have been drinking until now?" ”

The fat man smiled: "We were drunk at the same time last night, did you forget?" ”

"Why are you up so early?"

The fat man snorted at Feng Qiudao: "He, like you, wants to go to the court." What about me, hehe, go home and go back to sleep. ”

After saying that, the fat man yawned big.

Fang Zheng looked at the fat man, his eyes red with envy. It's better to be a prince, you don't have to go to the court, you don't have to deal with government affairs, you eat, drink and have fun every day, and the court still has to support it. And this kind of person is naturally not enterprising, if you want to work hard one day, even if the emperor is not anxious with you, the prince will definitely be anxious with you.

Feng Qiudao had to go back to the barracks to change into court clothes, and the three of them went out side by side, got into the carriage and separated.

Fang Zheng touched the sick note in his arms, thought of his words, and entered the palace with a calm demeanor. If nothing else, today should be the last time my buddy goes to court, right?

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Take a leave of absence: Tomorrow there will only be about 8 o'clock in the evening. The reason is that at the class reunion, there is no time to code words, so you can only send about 3,000 words. I'm sorry, but this ...... It's not a break, is it? Finally, ask for tickets and collect them. Thank you!