Chapter 280: 280: The obvious results (1)

Chapter 280 Chapter 280: Obvious Results (1)
Feng Ren and his son sat in a galloping carriage.
The sound of the car's vibrations mixed with the lively hustle and bustle passed into the compartment, but it was still unable to break the weird silence between the two.
After a long time, Feng Ren first sighed and said quietly, "Does your hand hurt?"
Feng Jin was sitting in a tight posture, her face paled with abnormal paleness, and her thin lips were faintly blue. The wound on his right arm had been healed by the medical officer. The blood penetrated most of the sleeves and the arm. And looked rather embarrassed.
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore ..." Feng Jin answered with a frown, and hesitantly asked, "Father, the official family ..."
Feng Ren interrupted his words and said, "I am afraid that the official family will now be married to the three ethnic groups in the North Xinjiang and stabilize the border war between the two parties with in-law relationships ... such naive calculations will not be used by Huangkou children. At home ... after all, it can't help the wall! "
Feng Jin didn't miss every word that his father said. The more he listened, the more nervous he seemed. There seemed to be a small drum in his heart.
What his father meant was ... ready to give up the Dongqing royal family who was hopeless?
"You are a little reckless today. If it wasn't for Liu Zhongqing's boy Wu Yiqiang, you wouldn't have hurt an arm."
Feng Ren voiced a bit more pity and resentment. After all, it was his son who was injured, the child was hurt, and the father was hurt.
Feng Jin lowered her eyelids, listening silently to Feng Ren's rebuke.
He didn't like to be in the early stages, but today he clashed with the North Xinjiang Warriors, and even was hurt by them. Naturally, he has his consideration.
If he stepped forward, he would be injured at most, and if the northern Xinjiang warrior aimed his son at the town of Beihouhou in the town, he would be killed.
Everyone knows that Dongqing has a covetous hungry wolf. Zhenbeihoufu is Dongqing's last barrier to the north. If Zhenbeifufu Shizi is in trouble today, who knows how those interested people will play out? How should the northern Xinjiang tribe be arrogant?
Perhaps due to the influence of family style, Feng Jin and Feng Ren generally do not care who the emperor is.
However, after all, Feng Jin was young and full of blood. He couldn't just watch today's events become the fuse of Zhenbei Houfu's complete decline. By then, the three ethnic groups in the North Xinjiang could wave troops southward, drive straight in, and rush in Dongqing hinterland, so that life is coated with charcoal!
Therefore, Feng Jin stopped the son of the North Houfu Town, and stepped forward to meet the provocations of the northern Xinjiang fierce men, and was not injured.
If it weren't for his clever move, Jiang Yanji's rescue was probably not as simple as hurting an arm.
Thinking of Jiang Yanji, Feng Jin's color was a little softer, a little warmer.
At this moment, he had some understanding of the feelings of the Ranger in the Ichiba Version because of his brother's morale.
Fengren's painting style turned, and she was a little bit authentic.
"Just, have you ever wondered what would happen if that boy's martial arts failed?"
After Feng Jin heard this, he was about to say that Jiang Yanji Wuyi was fine, and Feng Ren didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
"Nothing, this time it was due to him for Liu Zhongqing's favor. I'll find a chance to return it later."
For a moment, the cabin returned to silence.
Feng Ren closed his eyes and couldn't help but start to figure out what to do after the road.
Today's Dongqing royal family seems to be rotten mud that can't help the wall. In order to regain the power in the hands of the family, the man is more faint and supports the foreign forces secretly, pampers the forces, tries to stir the water, and touches the fish with muddy water. Profit.
The results of it?
The family and collectives and the increasingly powerful foreign relatives struggled intensified. Today, when there is an ambitious ambition but no means to control it, it was only a problem of family power, but now it has swept the entire court and the entire East. Hidden dangers of celebration.
Wind has been passed down for more than a thousand years. What kind of winds and waves have not been seen?
Dongqing seems to be a large ship leaking, and is in danger of sinking at any time.
Now, it is also time for the rapids to retreat and wait for the moment.
But Xu Yan, Feng Ren already had a plan in mind, and Feng Jin beside him was still worried.
The carriage drove straight to the Sun Palace. The towering palace looked like a giant beast lying on the ground. Although it was late at night, the palace lights stayed on all night. If you look down from a high place, the brightly lit Shang Yang Palace looks like a mosaic on the ground. Gorgeous pearl.
The emperor wanted to sit in the mountains and watch the tigers fight. Every day, he played with Gong'e Concubine. It was extravagant and occasionally he wanted to steal. He did not visit the minister's house in private personal visits. He insulted his wife and robbed the people. , Locked in the palace, making officials in Beijing dare to speak out.
In his early years, Feng Ren still had expectations for the emperor, and he dared to speak up and anger, but naturally he was not treated by the emperor.
If he was not the clan of the wind clan, the emperor would not dare to move him, I'm afraid the official position would have been lost, and the young and old in the family would also suffer.
"Mr. Zhong Shuling, what's the matter with you today? At this hour, Your Majesty has fallen asleep early ..."
Feng Ren smiled coldly, his eyes seemed to be icy cold knife, his tough attitude was completely different from the usual good image.
Feng Ren waved his sleeves angrily, "Sleep early? Liu Changshu, this three-year-old urchin is okay, but it is not enough to deal with the wind. Your majesty is what you know. At His Majesty, the wind won't leave. "
Extravagant voices have long been heard inside the palace, and there is a sense of extravagance in the air, telling him that the emperor has gone to bed?
Really thought he was a three-year-old child?
Liu Changshi lost his roots since he was a child, his voice is extremely sharp, and he looks neither male nor female, but he can climb to the seat of Zhong Changshu in a Shura field like Shangyang Palace, and become an trusted by the emperor. Not weak.
He smiled awkwardly, "The Chinese book made the adults go to the palace late at night, and the villain should reasonably communicate immediately. However, His Majesty has been working hard for the Northern Territory in recent days, and is always angry at the dragon, making it difficult for the villain to do it. Ah. Otherwise, the Chinese book instructs the adult to quietly inform the villain that if you enter the palace and report it, if the relationship really matters, the villain will risk the punishment of your majesty and report it to you. "
If usually, Feng Ren was embarrassed by Liu Changshu, he would definitely be angry and leave, and too lazy to care about an eunuch.
Just today, he answered with a sneer, "Resign."
Liu Changshi's face changed drastically, hey hey hey authentically, "This is what happened, how did it provoke the Chinese book so that the adults were so angry? Resigning to the official is not a trivial matter. Once you say this, it will be difficult to recapture the water ... What are you ... ... "
Feng Ren said with a cold face, "Looks, Your Majesty really fell asleep, and the wind wouldn't bother, so he would write the letter tomorrow ..."
Liu Changshi did not dare to stop, and quickly said that he went in to Tongtong.
He knows no matter how stupid, at this time Feng Renzhi resigned, it is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
Feng Jin secretly looked at the extravagant and delicate Shangyang Palace, and then looked at the high-spirited Liu Changshu, a chill spreading in his heart.
Feng Renpi smiled coldly without saying a smile, "Then Liu and Liu will be there."
Liu Changshi's scalp was secretly numb. Although he was an who was accustomed to holding a certain right and doing well for the sake of blessing, when he met an eighty-thousand gentleman like Fengren, he still had an irresistible humble and guilty conscience, like the horizon. Clouds and mud on the ground.
(End of this chapter)