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When Feng Wufang arrived, it was already the early morning of the next day after Feng Wufang arrived, and the appearance of being covered in wind and dust, coupled with the exhaustion that could not be concealed between his eyebrows, made Xu Chun intuitively feel a crisis. He knew his identity, and he didn't dare to ask more about the reason, so he led Feng Wufang in, but he was really uneasy in his heart.

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Wuyi took a deep breath, and then saw him according to the courtesy. How could Feng Wuxian be polite to this cousin, and before he could bow down, he helped him up with both hands, and said with a smile in his mouth: "When did Brother Wufang become so formal?" I haven't seen you for years, but you haven't changed at all! Although he had already caught a glimpse of Feng Wufang's strange face, he still ignored it knowingly, with the extraordinary friendship between the two and the situation at this time, if there was anything wrong, Feng Wufang would never hide it from him.

Feng Wufang showed a helpless wry smile at this time, "Now it's different from the past, you are a dignified prince, and in the future, the supreme of Lingyun, if my little prince dares to be as casual as before, even if the imperial history can let it go, it will inevitably leave a pimple in your heart." His Royal Highness the Prince, the distinction between the upper and lower is the righteousness between the monarch and the minister, and this king is just a prince who commands the army, and he will never dare to be rude. ”

Feng Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and replied: "The distinction between the upper and lower levels naturally cannot be abolished, but before Lone ascends the throne, they can still have power with each other." He seemed to be a little unhappy, and then changed the topic, "Prince An's hurried appearance, could it be that there is something wrong with the war in the northwest?" ”

Of course, Feng Wufang sensed Feng Wufang's mood, but he didn't want to spoil the future events because of the current momentary presumptuousness, and when he saw that the other party was asking about the matter, he said calmly: "Return to His Royal Highness the Prince." The Kurten, Sotu, and Sak tribes had all sent envoys to visit the Northwest Battalion, saying that the Dzungars seemed to be making small moves in secret, so the three princes heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had arrived in the northwest. We ask you to get to the Kurten Department as soon as possible. The host of this meeting is Prince Kurteng Raison, who has ordered his cavalry to patrol day and night in case of accidents. ”

The wind groaned without a trace. Suddenly raised his head and smiled slightly: "Lone came to the northwest this time to preside over the alliance, so after a little rest tonight, I will leave tomorrow." But Prince Yi'an, you are eloquent and strategic, you shouldn't show a sad face for these little things? ”

Feng Wufang suddenly felt a burst of anger and glared at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dissatisfied. Only then did he say in a low voice: "I got a tip today, saying that Bhutto, the youngest son of Lai Shandi, seems to have been in close contact with several Dzungars, and it has been going on for a long time. Lai Shan has a preference for this young son because of his favorite concubine Bote, but his son Keltai is the emperor's royal seal and the late concubine, so it is impossible to abolish the young and young people. I am afraid that if the Dzungars are instigated in the center, I am afraid that the outcome of the alliance will be unpredictable. ”

Feng Wuji's brows suddenly furrowed, not to mention that Lai Shan's exclusive favor of a daughter is very unfavorable to the imperial court's marriage, but this kind of housework in the Kurten Ministry has also brought a wireless shadow to the prospects of the alliance. Mongolians are bold. Originally, the matter of establishing an heir was decided by the elders or by force, but since he married with the Central Plains, he has always followed the rules of establishing a successor. He didn't expect that this alliance had not been involved in the family affairs of the First Tribe of the grassland.

It's really upsetting to think about.

Feng Wufang probably remembered the four women who came with Feng Wufang, and couldn't help but smile casually: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't think of those delicate princesses and county lords, in fact, they don't need you to worry about it." Since the emperor has issued a marriage edict, Lai Shan has to weigh it no matter how much he favors the side concubine. What's more, it is common for men to like the new and hate the old. Princess Qingning stood out at the beginning because of her beautiful appearance, presumably with that Bote's fight, you, the prince, would have thought about these too much. Over the years, I have married countless daughters from Mongolia, which one is not raised by her husband, unless they themselves are too arrogant, at least they can be rich and worry-free, and enjoy the grace of the sect daughter. ”

Feng Wuxian didn't think about what happened to those women, as long as Lingyun still occupied the Central Plains, as long as Lingyun's country was still strong, then it was impossible for these grassland tribes to do too much. Although it is not as rich as the Central Plains, it is always no problem for these clan women to enjoy wealth. What worries him the most is that some people take the opportunity to plan other plans, and if there are really Dzungars in the DPRK and China, then his own safety will be really worried.

"Brother Wufang, you don't give Lone a sloppy eye!" Feng Wuxian suddenly laughed and scolded, "You don't know if you're lonely?" It's just that he just wants to take advantage of the time when he is alone to preside over the alliance and get involved in the abolition of the Kurten Ministry. If something goes wrong with this golden tribe or is touched by the Dzungars, I'm afraid you, the great general, will also be restless. You can rest assured, since Lone has received the will of his father, he will never sit idly by. But you also have to give something practical this time, you, the commander of the army, naturally can't travel far from the big battalion, but you can still mobilize the military horses, say, which battalion of the northwest battalions are you going to send to follow the lonely future? ”

Feng Wufang saw that Feng Wufang suddenly changed his name, and the solemn look on his face faded a lot, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince don't worry, although the men and horses of the two battalions of Po Attack and Shuangyue have withdrawn a lot, Lu Yuanchang and Zhang Yunfeng still each led two thousand troops and horses to be stationed near the Kurten Division. These are all veterans of the Northwest Army who have fought for many years, and they have just experienced a fierce battle before, and they will be able to protect you. As for the road, the three departments have sent elite soldiers to guard, and the king will send the Chinese army to accompany him, so that there will be no mistakes at this time. ”

After finishing the matter, Feng Wuxian kept Feng Wufang and said a few more gossips, Feng Wufang took the opportunity to remind his cousin to beware of Xiao Yunchao, but it made Feng Wuxian stunned. The rhetoric of these two people is surprisingly consistent, and it is conceivable that there must be a gap between them on weekdays, however, Feng Wuxian remembered the emperor's previous care and reminders, so he couldn't help but pay a little more attention.

Feng Wufang stepped out of the gate, stepped on his mount without looking back, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Back to camp!" Dozens of pro-soldiers immediately followed closely behind him, and the group rushed away at a gallop.

The oncoming wind was enough to keep ordinary people from opening their eyes, but it was undoubtedly a trivial matter for Feng Wufang, who had long been accustomed to the northwest climate. He was still thinking back to the conversation just now, although he had been holding on to the difference between the top and bottom before, but later, he had instinctively sensed the unusual aura on Feng Wuji's body with the instinct he had cultivated over the years. It seems that this cousin, who was very familiar with him back then, has really substituted the whole person into the identity of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Although Feng Wufang was confident that his usual behavior was in accordance with the law, and he would never show room for outsiders to slander, he still decided to be more cautious in the future. As long as the military power is in hand, he is a veritable king of the northwest, and no one can shake his position. However, deep down in his heart, there was even some hope for the accident in this alliance, if he could suppress these with his own wrists, it would undoubtedly be able to gain more bargaining chips for the future. I just hope that those people in the capital are not too stupid, thinking about it, a cold smile appeared on his face, and those guys who don't know the height of the sky are looking for death by themselves, and they shouldn't mind him stepping on their corpses and climbing up.

Due to the absence of a trace of the wind, there is naturally an undercurrent surging in the capital. Several subordinate officials of the Zhan Mansion in the East Palace frequently haunted the mansions of high-ranking officials and nobles, but they were often bluffs and did not talk about government affairs, which made people with a heart doubt their intentions. However, every time Zuo Jinhuan, who had been ordered by the wind without a trace, visited He's mansion, he always revealed some unusual meanings, which gave He Mobin a headache. If He Furong was in the capital at this time, he would definitely be able to make a decision according to the situation, but He Mobin's qualifications were still shallow after all, and once the other members of the He family had other intentions, he would not be able to make a decision.

He Mobin sat alone in the spacious room, but in his heart he was thinking about his father's explanation before leaving.

Everyone knows this before thinking twice, however, for him, the result of repeated reflection is that it is even more difficult to make a decision, and the lesson of the previous hasty decision to support Feng Wuyan is still there, and he really dare not make any mistakes. He Mobin is not a fool, there is always a trace of displeasure in the emperor's eyes when he looks at him in the last few times, which makes him extremely frightened, but the big mistake has already been made, and now what is there to do but try to make up for it?

When he was pondering his countermeasures, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Second Young Master, the head of Prince Zhuang's Mansion asks to see you." ”

He Mobin couldn't help frowning, the He family and those old princes have never had much friendship, although Prince Zhuang is a good family, but he rarely sends a manager to the He Mansion, what is the matter this time? He pondered for a long time, and then he could only instruct: "Lead him to the side hall and wait, and I will go to see him." ”

He Mobin saw the somewhat obscene figure of Ren Guoping, the head of Prince Zhuang's mansion, from a distance in the courtyard, and saw him sitting on a chair diagonally uneasily, his eyes still looking around. As soon as Ren Guoping saw He Mobin stepping into the side hall, he hurriedly got up and walked forward to salute, "Slave see Lord He." ”

For this kind of royal slave, even if He Mobin was in a high position, he didn't dare to take out a twelve-point shelf, and motioned for him to get up with a smile, and then sat down on the main seat. Ren Guoping saw that the master had come, so he didn't dare to make a mistake, and refused to sit down, so he bowed down respectfully and reported: "The slave came to send the post by the order of my prince, and seven days later it was the full moon ceremony of the little prince, although it was not a very big deal, but although there were many granddaughters under the prince's knees, the grandson only got such a one, and the baby was very much, so I also asked Lord He to reward a thin face." The prince wanted to come to invite him in person, but who wanted to get his grandson but felt a cold, so he had to ask the slave to send a post and ask Lord He for forgiveness. ”

He Mobin had the heart to refuse, but he didn't want to refute the old prince's face, so he had no choice but to accept the post, but he promised to go to congratulate him when he was free. When Ren Guoping saw that his errand had been completed, he immediately overjoyed, and did not dare to disturb more, and hurriedly resigned after a few more gossips. Lingyun Zhiwei Without a Trace Volume 8 Xinjun Chapter 5 Division