Looking at the people crowded in the streets and alleys, every honest and honest face showed a smile of heartfelt love, while waving gracefully to the people. Although he was moved, Wu Feng felt a little regretful, letting this person beside him who was already quite The scheming princess accepted the people's congratulations with her, which undoubtedly acknowledged her status to the people in her territory. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, it seems that it can be said now.
Situ Yutang, who was sitting next to Wu Feng, felt something else in her heart when she saw the scene in front of her. She could see that the people were cheering and cheering from the bottom of their hearts. This showed the prestige of her fiancé in the eyes of the people here. How high it is. Although the people's blessings were gratifying, she could also see that they were more interested in finding a beautiful and noble princess as a wife for their lord, but they did not consider her identity as a princess who represented the royal family of the Tanghe Empire at all. Take it to heart. Maybe without the halo of the man next to him, he would be no different from any other beautiful woman, Situ Yutang thought secretly in his heart.
The guards escorting Wu Feng cut through the waves, and finally managed to squeeze out a road from the enthusiastic crowd and leave the city. It can be imagined that Mr. Li Wufeng, the Military and Political Envoy of the Northwest and the Governor of Northern Luzon, and his fiancée His Highness Situ Yutang, the Seventeenth Princess of the Empire, came together The news of the tour will soon appear on the front page of the "Northwestern Star", which will become the best content for people of all walks of life in the entire Northwest and even Northern Luzon.
When Wu Feng mentioned his concerns to Xiao Tang afterwards, Xiao Tang laughed and comforted his immediate boss: "Sir, you are making too much of a fuss. Is there anyone in the entire Northwest and Northern Luzon who doesn't know about your romantic affair?" Susuan, not to mention that the Seventeenth Princess has not officially married you yet. Even if she marries you, she is only one of the eight wives you can marry according to your status as a duke. What's more, the people support you, and she is only as your wife. She exists as a lady, so you don’t have to worry too much.”
When Wu Feng mentioned that he was really not used to living with a woman who shared the same bed with him, Xiao Tang looked at Wu Feng with strange eyes, which made Wu Feng feel very unhappy. After a while, Xiao Tang said: "Sir, if you really If you don't like Her Royal Highness, then you should regard this marriage as a political necessity. I think there may be more than one such marriage in the future. Anyway, there is no shortage of women around you, and you don't have to look for them in these women. It’s your so-called feelings.”
Xiao Tang's harsh words left Wu Feng speechless for a moment, but if he thought about it carefully, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters, so why should he worry about such trivial matters? What's more, there are many women around him who are in love with him. Thinking of this, Wu Feng felt relieved. Recalling the women he loved, those beautiful and pleasant faces kept flashing through his mind, and the delicate figures of the Li sisters with different personalities suddenly flashed before his eyes. He didn't know when he would see them again. Three beautiful princesses, they are all princesses. Why do the Li sisters make me feel so relaxed and happy when they stay with me? Maybe that's why there's no conflict of interest.
Robin City, the capital of Luzon. In Brundtland's Prime Minister's Mansion, the Prime Minister, who was already looking a bit old, looked at his handsome and energetic young son in front of him. He felt that he was getting older and at the same time felt proud that he had a successful successor. However, the thought of him still lingering. For his eldest son who was dying of illness, he felt uncontrollable pain in his heart.
"Father, why did you come to me?" The indifferent young man did not sit down, but stood coldly in the hall looking at his father. His father's old and tired face and gray hair could not move his heart at all. , I am afraid that the knot formed by the long-term resentment in childhood will never be resolved in this lifetime.
Looking at the young man's stubborn appearance, Brundtland felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart. The young man in front of him looked so much like himself thirty years ago. Wasn't he also so unruly and arrogant when he first entered society? Well, the faces of former friends and colleagues passed by in front of Brundtland like a fleeting glance. Maybe he was really getting old and becoming more and more nostalgic. It wasn't until the young man's cold gaze glanced over again that Brundtland woke up from his daze.
"Frederick, I heard that you were reorganizing the army in Manlon?" Brundtland calmed down his emotions. He knew that his son had always been like this. There was always an unpredictable heart hidden under the frozen appearance. Heart.
"Yeah." Frederick glanced at his father and said nothing more.
"Frederick, I know you want to complete the transformation of the army as soon as possible, but I want to remind you that everything must be done step by step and don't do it too hastily. There are many things that haste makes waste." Brundtland sighed secretly in his heart and said warmly.
"Oh? Haste makes waste? But when the Pasha troops came to the city, wasn't it too late?" The young man's words always had a touch of ridicule, even in front of his father.
Brundtland choked. Although he had long experienced the harshness of his son, Brundtland was still almost choked by his words and became speechless.
"Frederick, it is important to reorganize the army, but you also have to think about your father. The domestic situation is not yet stable at the moment, and those old people in the DPRK are still making irresponsible remarks. Stability must be the first priority in everything!" Brun Brundtland expressed his wishes tactfully. Frederick dismissed several important generals with an iron fist, which aroused strong dissatisfaction among the conservatives in the army. They came to Brundtland to complain one after another, which made Brundtland angry. It’s also very difficult.
"Hey, are those guys like Clement running around and spreading rumors to confuse the public again? Father, I suggest you ignore him and let them come to me directly, and I will give them a satisfactory answer. "The young man's originally indifferent face now revealed a hint of Hexi's smile, and his white teeth were also exposed.
However, Brundtland, who knew his son well, could not help but frown, "Frederick, military is important, but I hope you can also use some means. Your rough style can easily arouse the dissatisfaction of your subordinates. Although I entrust you to command the entire army, I hope to see an army that is united and clenched into a fist to fight against the outside world, rather than a group of scattered soldiers full of contradictions and intrigues."
"Oh? Father, then I ask you to take back my power. Frederick is very grateful!" Raising his head slightly, a cold smile flashed across the corner of the young man's mouth.
"You! Do you have the heart to let your brother, who has not recovered from his injury, wear the jersey again?" Brundtland's voice became low and even hoarse.
Obviously, the young man was moved by his father's words. Although he was not born from the same mother, his brother's care as a child occupied a very important position in the young heart. Compared with the father in front of him, his brother's position was also more important. After hearing a lot, he breathed a long sigh of relief. A trace of sincerity appeared on the young man's face, but it flashed away. He snorted slightly, but did not refute again.
"I know you have your own principles for doing things, but I just hope you can think more carefully before making a decision. There are many intensified conflicts that may be resolved with different methods." Brundtland saw the young man slightly moved. He stopped answering until he was persuaded, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot.
"Okay, I'll pay attention." Although his tone was still cold, Brundtland knew that this was a rare performance on his part.
"You don't have to worry too much about anything else. You have to firmly believe that your father supports you." Brundtland finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man didn't answer any more, turned around and left, but when he reached the door, his steps stopped.
"What else is there, Frederick?" Brundtland asked quickly.
"I heard that the secret negotiations between the Cominis and the Pashas in Free City were very unpleasant. I thought maybe this was an opportunity." After hesitating, Frederick turned around and said slowly.
"Hmm, what do you think?" Brundtland was delighted. It seemed that his son was not only focused on the military as he thought, but also paid great attention to the surrounding situation.
"Since they are arguing over their interests, we might as well get involved. The Komini people have suffered a lot this time. There is a lot of criticism in the country. Many people are very dissatisfied with their current policies and think that they have served as the Pasha people's supporters in vain. They were cannon fodder, but they got nothing, and they also deviated from the original balance-of-power diplomacy policy they pursued." Frederick replied expressionlessly.
Brundtland did not answer, he was waiting for the young man's next words.
"If we can take this opportunity to connect with their domestic opposition forces, maybe we can break the alliance between the Kominis and the Pashas, then our pressure in the west will be greatly reduced. At present, the Salween River defense line has been re-deployed. I dare not say that it is impregnable, but if the Pasha people want to break through at will, that is impossible. As long as we can free our hands, it is not impossible to regain Northern Luzon." The young man's words were full of confidence.
"Oh? Frederick, do you want to recover Northern Luzon first?" Recovering territory is of course a good thing, but Brundtland misses the lost land in the south even more. The north is desolate and backward, with a mixture of ethnic minorities. Compared with the south, it is a world of difference.
"Father, the south is good, but the power of the Pasha people has now surpassed ours by a lot. We can only leave it until later. But if Northern Luzon doesn't take action early, it will be difficult for Li Wufeng's rule to be stable." Father's thoughts Fet Of course Lieutenant General knew that, but in addition to the practical difficulties, Frederick was more worried about the north.
There is a vast plain in the north, and it is connected with central and southern Luzon. There is not much barrier in the middle. Li Wufeng is very ambitious. He saw it in the last negotiation. He actually wants to use Manlong as the boundary. His appetite is not small. On the other hand, Li Nong Wufeng's policy measures in Northern Luzon are very hit and miss. They are all exquisite strategies and are very popular in the local area. If you don't make plans in advance, you may have to wait three to five years. If we fight back, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain a foothold.
Of course, Frederick only kept these worries in his heart and did not tell anyone. He knew that even if he told people now, it would be useless. He might as well finish reforming the army first. If he could successfully crack the Pasha and Komini Alliance, or even an alliance with the Komini people, then the hope of regaining Northern Luzon will be much greater.