"If it weren't for the battle of Luoshui, you would still be the general of Southern Qi now."

"What does the county lord want to ask?" He didn't want to hear others talk about his life, he wanted a direction, a new direction.

Feng Baobao looked up at him, his clear eyes filled his face little by little, and his voice gradually lowered: "If there is no battle of Luoshui, what is Xiling Jun doing now?" Siege the city and expand the territory of Southern Qi? Or do you want to start a family and get a beautiful woman? ”

His dark pupils were slightly open, and the depths of his eyes were boundless darkness.

How many times have I thought that if it weren't for the battle of Luoshui, he might have led his army to fight the Maple Leaf Plain of Great Wei.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

"Fierce soldiers and horses, blowing horns and battalions, pointed by long swords, corpses and mountains of blood."

My father said from an early age that he was an outlier in the family. Xiling's family is heirloom with poetry and books, a hundred years of noble celebrities, but he doesn't like books, and loves swords and soldiers.

His answer was not surprising, but Feng Baobao felt slightly sad in his heart.

She stabilized her emotions and said more and more calmly: "Good birds choose trees to perch, Xiling Shijun has the ambition of a bird, and he should not be confined to the eaves and be a golden finch in a cage."

Xiling Lang lowered his head and stared at her. It turned out that she knew that the Baohua County Lord's Mansion was a golden cage for him.

"Was the county lord ordered by Emperor Wei to be a lobbyist?" Xilinglang got up, lifted his robe, and walked to the door, facing the light and facing the dark room.

Feng Baobao also got up and walked over, but kept a distance of two steps from him.

"I understand what Emperor Wei means. I once said a long time ago that the Emperor of Great Wei wanted me to fight for him and fight bloodily, and he asked me what I wanted in exchange. ”

"What does the Xiling servant want, you might as well say it, as long as Dawei can give it, he will definitely give it all."

What Feng Baobao can think of is nothing more than the merit of the future, the name left in the annals of history, the high-ranking officials, and the power of the government and the opposition.

Isn't that the ultimate ideal of a man's life?

Xiling Lang turned around slowly, looked at Feng Baobao with gloomy eyes, and said with a smile: "It's still the county lord's words that sound good, give everything you have, and give everything you have." ”

He laughed loudly, the corners of his eyes were cold, and Feng Baobao couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

In the two lives, Feng Baobao didn't understand what the man in front of him really wanted.

But no matter what it is, she has to keep Xilinglang for Dawei in this life.

In the middle of the afternoon, Feng Baobao finally met the son-in-law of Zheng Yuanwai's family, Zheng Rulan.

As the daughter of the richest man in Cangjun, Zheng Rulan not only has a rich and noble personality, but also has a beautiful face and a superior temperament.

Zheng Rulan sat opposite Feng Baobao in a stone blue slim dress, her long hair was as shiny as a cloud, a pair of willow eyebrows were soft and charming, her eyes were clear and watery, and her face was moist and shiny.

No matter what Feng Baobao asked or answered, she smiled faintly, and her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

Feng Baobao twisted the Jinpa in his hand and smiled deeply: "I heard that Miss Zheng likes orchids, and in the flower garden of the county lord, there are a few rare northern land orchids, which are rare in the south, and the county lord will send someone to the mansion at that time." ”

The beauty bent down and exhaled like an orchid: "Rulan, thank you to the county lord." ”

Feng Baobao stretched out his hand, "Don't say that, it should be the county lord who thanks you, the Zheng family donated so much money and food to the people of Cangjun." Today you have sent the lord of this county again, the best scar removal medicine, I don't know how to thank you. "A few orchids can't match the friendship of the Zheng family.

Zheng Rulan bowed her head slightly, and smiled: "The county lord doesn't have to be polite. ”

Feng Baobao smiled and picked up the teacup in front of him, took a small sip, and secretly sighed in his heart, although this Zheng Rulan is the daughter of a merchant and has a lower background, she has a charm and treats people and things, which is not worse than those famous ladies in Jinghua.

As everyone knows, she is looking at others in her heart, and Zheng Rulan is also looking at Feng Baobao in her heart.

Zheng Rulan grew up in Cangjun since she was a child and has never been to the Northland, but she is deeply impressed by Feng Baobao's name.

Feng Baobao, the lord of Baohua County, has a noble status and a beautiful appearance, and is a well-known demon king in the imperial city. Because of the early death of his parents, the county lord was raised by the current saint himself, but the saint is more than 30 years old and still has no heirs, and she is the only one son and nephew under her knees.

Yes, such a lady of the sky, as long as she is willing, what is there in the world that she can't get?

"County Lord, someone from Jinghua is here, do you want to summon it immediately?" Twilight folded her hands and bowed steadily.

Feng Baobao looked at Zheng Rulan, thinking that someone from Jinghua should just ask about her injury, and there was no major matter, so he said: "The county lord and Miss Zheng still have important matters to discuss,....... Xilingjun should be fine at the moment, let him receive it." ”

"Yes." Twilight retired.

Feng Baobao is a human resource in modern times, and he looks at people a lot. This eldest lady of the Zheng family, on the surface, has a temperament like an orchid, and hides all her emotions very well.

But just now, after Twilight came and went, the intense exploration in her heart could no longer be hidden.

Is she interested in Jinghua? Or are you interested in Xiling Shijun?

Feng Baobao smiled, smiled brightly and softly, and said softly: "I heard that in the Western Capital, the young talents who came to ask for marriage have broken through the threshold of the Zheng family, but Miss Zheng has no eyes, but I don't know why?" ”

A good face with a beautiful face and a moon appearance is already in its teenage years, and it is still waiting to be written.

This is very common in modern times, but in ancient times, it was extremely abnormal.

Zheng Rulan covered her mouth with an orchid handkerchief, coughed lightly, and said: "Fate hasn't arrived yet, so the county lord smiled." ”

..... It's greasy.

Absolute.

Here Feng Baobao is receiving Zheng Rulan, and the two are talking and laughing, and they are leisurely.

Over there, after Xilinglang received people from Jinghua, the atmosphere in the study was strange.

He straddled his legs, sat lazily in front of the bookcase, looked at the scriptures raised high in front of him with his eyes calm, and said coldly: "What is this?" ”

Du Chu's shoulders and neck tightened, and he said solemnly: "Returning to Xiling Jun, this is the ..... of "Miaohua Lotus Sutra", "Nanhua Diamond Sutra", and "Shakyamuni Sayings"

Twilight didn't know why she had started reciting the name of the book, she felt that the current atmosphere was a bit cold, and she wanted to find a place to divert this uneasy emotion.

Sure enough, Xilinglang's face was impatient, and he said solemnly: "What are you doing?" He had a bad premonition in his heart, but he had to die clearly.

Twilight bit her lip and whispered, "The county lord's birthday is approaching, and according to the custom, every year the Buddhist scriptures will be copied and sent to the Qinglong Temple to be enshrined in front of the Buddha, and this year is no exception."

Originally, the disaster in the five counties of the Western Capital was serious recently, and they almost forgot about it, but the emperor, who had a lot of opportunities, did not forget.

He even sent people from Jinghua to review the injuries of the county lord of Baohua, and to send these Buddhist scriptures.

Xiling Lang listened to Du Chu's words, and suddenly wanted to laugh, Feng Baobao's hand of the ghost crying wolf howl, the copied Buddhist scriptures, can be enshrined in front of the Buddha?

If she really wrote it and offered it to the Buddha, if the Buddha appeared to her, she would definitely be judged to be disrespectful.

"Let me ask you, on the county lord's birthday in previous years, were the Buddhist scriptures sent to Qinglong Temple for worship all copied by the county lord himself?" He didn't believe it.

Twilight shrunk her neck for no reason, and lowered her head, how could the county lord finish copying this?

Although the emperor's intention was to ask the county lord to copy it himself, Fang showed his sincerity. But they all know Feng Baobao's character, and to finish copying these Buddhist scriptures is tantamount to asking for her life.

Twilight Chu sighed for a short breath and lowered his eyes: "In the past two years, it has been written by Fan Junma, and in previous years, ..... has always been written by Xiao Dagongzi. "In short, since she was with the county lord, more than ten years, there has not been a year, and the county lord himself wrote it.

Twilight knows this better than anyone.

Xiling Lang heard the meaning of Du Chu's words, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "Since this is the case, why don't you send it directly to Fan Junma, and send it to Cangjun?" ”

I don't know why, Twilight Chu felt that the atmosphere in the study was lower. Moreover, Xilingjun's face didn't look good.

It was not easy for Twilight, and Twilight then sighed: "It's Your Majesty's intention, and it must be sent to the county lord in person." "The emperor is accustomed to turning a blind eye and never investigating who copied the Buddhist scriptures, he just needs this box of scriptures to be sent to Feng Baobao and let her know that there is such a thing.

So even if Fan Junma was in Jinghua, this box of Buddhist scriptures was still sent to Cangjun.

As long as the big guys have the result, regardless of the process, they are the only ones who are caught in the middle.

The western capital was sunny for days, the weather was very good, and Feng Baobao's injuries were also very good, so he decided to go to the embankment and personally check the progress of the repairs.

The Ganges River is the second largest freshwater river in the territory of the Great Wei River, spanning dozens of state capitals, Cangjun as the middle station of the Ganges River, the upper part of the Qushui, the lower part of the Minjiang River, the water system extends in all directions, it is the extremely important transportation hub of the Great Wei River.

Feng Baobao wore a cloak of green feathers and blue brocade, standing on the tide viewing platform, standing in the wind, the vast Ganges River, the blue waves, under the sunlight, the golden light, the waves are repeated, and there is no end in sight.

"County Lord, in the past month, the water level has returned to its original state, and the embankments everywhere are being repaired.

Feng Baobao heard the voice, and when he looked back, it was Zong Quan, as well as the Cangjun Taishou behind him, and Xie Taifu not far away, all looking at her.

It's only been a month, and Zong Quan is more than ten years older and haggard than when he was in Jinghua. Look at the Cangjun Taishou behind him, his sideburns are premature, his eyes are cloudy and tearful, and he looks like he hasn't rested for a long time.

"The trouble of the Western Capital, there are all the Qing families, and the lord of this county is never worried." What she is worried about has always been the post-disaster epidemic.

The ancients' awareness of the protection against the epidemic was still too weak, so she made up her mind that she must follow them to the Western Capital and personally supervise their implementation of protection work.

"It's just that the maintenance of the embankment is the most important thing, and it still needs to be bothered by Lord Zong and Lord Taishou."

"Please rest assured, the ministers will do their best and die." Zongquan and Cangjun Taishou, one after the other, agreed one after another.

Feng Baobao frowned, and said: "As the saying goes, the road is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high. The embankment is repaired and strengthened every year, but when the typhoon season comes, the flood will once again set off a huge wave and hit the embankment again and again, and so on, no matter how strong the city wall is, the embankment will burst. ”

After all, it is a palliative rather than a cure.

As if he knew that she would say this, Zong Quan smiled confidently: "What the county lord said is extremely true, and the imperial court spends a huge amount of materials every year to strengthen the embankment. Why don't we go to Your Majesty to build a water conservancy project, choose another way to open a river, and divert water from the east to the west, so as to reduce the possibility of flooding from the root. ”

Feng Baobao tilted his head and smiled: "I didn't expect Master Zong to be so proficient in water transportation?" "No wonder the emperor trusts Zong Quan so much, such a strong and capable, and loyal courtier, who doesn't like it?

Zong Quan and Cangjun Taishou glanced at each other, and said with a faint smile: "The county lord may not know, this method is actually the first to be proposed by the Xiling Servant. ”

Feng Baobao's smile paused, she really didn't expect that Xilinglang, a rough man who could only fight, would think of this?

"Really? The Xiling Servant has never told the lord of this county. ”

Zong Quan stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a knowing smile: "So, the county lord and Xiling Lang have a heart and want to go together." After that, Cangjun Taishou also nodded in agreement.