Of course, there is another version of the rumor that the legitimate son of the Linghu family was caught having an affair with an elder's concubine, so in desperation, he killed him and silenced him. In the end, the family had to expel him from the house in order to save face. In short, what hangs around the head of the legitimate son of the Linghu family is the aura of corrupting the family tradition.
And Wu Feng also knows that there are actually countless such illicit affairs among aristocratic families, and they are not news at all. Every family knows their own affairs, so this kind of thing is not worth making a fuss about. The only reason why the matter became so big was probably because it came to light, and it may have been known to outsiders, so Jiaocai had no choice but to deal with it so harshly.
"Linghu, the past is in the past. I don't want to delve into my private life, but as a senior official in the northwest, especially a senior official in a key department, your origins must be kept on file in the Security Bureau. Now they are all The Protectorate is about to be established. You are the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but the background column in the Security Bureau file is always blank. This is not in line with the rules, so I must inform you." Seeing that his confidant's face was pale and his mind was blank. In a daze, Wu Feng was also a little worried. He had never seen one of his subordinates in such a condition. This incident probably greatly stimulated Linghu Yi, who was still very young at the time, so he had such a reaction. It seemed that he It is necessary to give him a heads-up and make him alert.
"That's enough! Linghu Yi, look at your appearance. How can you look like the director of our Military Intelligence Bureau?! Aren't you just a woman? Women are like clothes, and brothers are like brothers. Haven't you heard this sentence? To become so desperate for a woman, I really didn’t expect that I would choose a loser like you to be my director of military intelligence!” His tone suddenly changed, and Wu Feng shouted angrily: “I don’t care what experiences you have had before, Come to my northwest, as long as you are loyal and capable, I won't care about anything else, not to mention those things about Chen Guzi and Rotten Sesame all those years ago! If you have the ability to make a big career, return home in glory, let your Linghu family People can only look up to you with admiration and admiration, that is what makes a real man! Remember, history is written for those who succeed. As long as you succeed, no matter what you have done before, you can write it off!"
Seeing that Linghuyi's face was frightened and gradually became enlightened under his own scolding, Wufeng felt relieved and continued to enlighten: "As long as you succeed, all public opinions will revolve around your baton! You are greedy and lustful. It can be called romantic and sentimental, cruelty and violence can be called talent and domineering, domineering and willful can be called resolute, and being able to adapt to the wind can be called judging the situation. Right and wrong in this world cannot be said to be entirely determined by those who succeed, but Those trivial bullshit things like yours are not worth mentioning at all!"
"Linghu, I am very optimistic about you. I hope your mind will not be entangled in these trivial things. Sooner or later, Jiangnan will be in my possession. When the time comes, those aristocratic families will obediently prostrate themselves in front of us and listen to our orders. No one will remember what happened ten years ago, and I guarantee they will be more forgetful than anyone else!”
Wufeng's enlightenment made Linghuyi burst into tears of gratitude from the bottom of his heart. His wild and domineering words swept away all the knots in Linghuyi's heart. He could only kneel on the ground and choked with sobs.
"Okay, stand up. I, Li Wufeng, don't need people who can only kowtow. I don't want to say anything else. Throw everything away from the past. Now you are a brand new Linghu Yi, the Protectorate of Western Xinjiang. Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau! No one can influence you or change you!" Seeing Linghu Yi standing up and gradually returning to his usual calm image, Wufeng decided in his heart: "Keep an eye on the Machihan people's actions in Sanjiang. , I guess they won’t lie dormant for too long! In addition, I need to find out where the relationship between Situ Biao and Cheng Dayou has gone! Go ahead, there are more big things waiting for you to do, Don’t be affected by the past!”
After watching Linghu Yi stand up again and disappear at the end of the path, Wu Feng finally looked back. After solving Linghuyi's problem, Wufeng felt a lot more relaxed. Damn it, it was time for him to let go of Diao Su. He was clinging to this handle. Could he really let himself give up a rare thing because of a small issue in life? General? ! Women don't matter, no matter whether he played with an elder or someone else, it is already a thing of the past, let him go by the past.
Everything returned to calm again, Wu Feng took a long breath and walked alone. The Sanjiang issue has always been like a needle stuck in his heart, but now he seems to be powerless. Although Tiannan was ridiculed by Wang Zongxi to use the reform of the official selection system to win a lot of people's hearts, this does not mean that Tiannan can completely rest assured. Well, if Sanjiang is really occupied by the Machikhans, how should I deal with it
Although it is midsummer, the sun outside the mountains is like fire, but deep in Yandang it is full of coolness. The Washing Inkstone Pool is as green as ink, the lake and sky are vast, and the shadows of clouds are shining. Even though the sun is high, the breeze rippling on the lake makes people feel nothing at all. The power of the scorching sun makes the weak even need to wear a coat to get rid of the coolness of the vest.
The lake is surrounded by greenery, and the blue scenery fills the eyes. The waves are as flat as a mirror, and the boat is as calm as standing still in the middle of the lake. The gentle lake breeze quietly lifts the lake silk curtain in the middle cabin of the boat, and you can vaguely see the faces of everyone in the cabin. figure. Such a beautiful time should be accompanied by beautiful women and good wine to cheer up, but apart from a few pots of tea, there is only one woman in the middle cabin of Nuo Da, and judging from her posture, this cool and charming woman does not seem to be a person in the world. .
A small boat flew like an arrow across the calm lake. When the boat approached the boat, someone immediately lowered the wooden ladder to let the two passengers on board board the boat. The boat left immediately, and after sending the two people into the cabin, the cabin door They were immediately closed tightly, and those who picked up the people also held their swords and stood on the bow of the boat, watching the lake around the boat with vigilance. In the distance, several small boats formed a ring and surrounded the boat. Obviously, there seemed to be some important party taking place on the boat.
"Come here, come here, brothers Su, what are you delaying? You're late, I should have been punished with wine, but this is a tea party, so I can only drink tea instead of wine." The curtain was lifted, and the two A middle-aged man with a similar face entered the middle cabin and apologized with a cup of fists: "Brothers, it is really because of the many trivial matters and the need to avoid ears and eyes, so I was delayed for some time."
Everyone in the cabin greeted the two with greetings. After a while, they finally finished chatting and the cabin gradually calmed down.
"Okay, everyone is here. Today is probably the first time in several years that our seven Jiangnan families have gathered together like this. Apart from the person in charge of our seven families, the only one here is Mr. Liao, and Mr. Liao is not an outsider. , they have nothing to do with each other. Over the years, the seven of us have all relied on Mr. Liao to maintain the current situation. I won't go into nonsense. Everyone in today's gathering probably used various means to cover up others' eyes and ears to get here. The purpose There is only one thing, and that is for everyone to talk about our current situation and what should we do now?" The speaker has a fair face and a pair of small eyes that are twinkling. He is dressed in a green shirt, with a lake silk satin folding fan gently swinging and embroidered on the satin. An exquisite painting of spring birds playing on a branch shows the authenticity of Zhao Meng, a master of the Jiangnan School of painting of this dynasty.
"Brother Wen, the current situation is the same for everyone. We have paid what we should have paid, and we have paid what we shouldn't have paid. I don't think we need to say more. Hehe, we are just knives and slaves, and I am fish and meat. We all pay. Same thing, we can't just accept the situation, what else can we do? Why don't we rise up and rebel?" The strange words came from a short man sitting at the far south end, while peeling lychees lightly, he probably rarely peeled them by himself, Seems a little clumsy.
"Brother Murong, I'm afraid our situations are a little different, right? Did you just give me a little more money? Anyway, your business is worth a million dollars, so you can afford it. We are different. We all earned it penny by penny. In addition to normal taxes, there have been a lot of increases. Today there is a defense tax, tomorrow there is a war preparation tax, and the day after tomorrow there is a military service tax. With such different ways of collecting money, our family cannot afford it even if we have gold and silver." and the short man. The person who spoke to me was a stocky man huddled in the corner. He was dressed in homespun clothes and had a thick linen belt tied around his waist. Due to the light, his face was a little blurry and he couldn't see clearly. He was just dressed in splendor in the cabin. It seemed a bit dazzling among the gentry who were in uniform.
"Boss Zhou, what do you mean by this? What's wrong with my slave trade? That's allowed by imperial law. Is your salt trade so clean? What a joke!" The man called Brother Murong was obviously a little angry. His words are a bit rushed.
"You two, what are we here for today? Could it be that we are just listening to the two of you arguing? If the two of you can solve the problem by arguing for a while, then it's okay for us to listen. It's just that this endless tax collection is layer by layer. The strips are drawn out, but the business is getting sluggish. I'm afraid that no matter what business we do, we can't withstand such a toss." The deep voice came from a rickety old man sitting with his back to the north. Wave after wave of green smoke blew out of his nose, and his eyes But it seemed to be placed on the rippling blue lake outside the window, "If this battle really breaks out, the foundation accumulated by us for generations will be completely destroyed."
"Mr. Qian, what do you mean-?" A middle-aged gentleman next to him quickly answered the question and asked.
"If I can make up my mind, you don't have to sit here and think hard. It's just that the situation is pressing. If we don't make preparations in advance, how many of the seven Jiangnan families will be left by then?" He sighed quietly, The old man put down the cigarette bag in his hand, knocked twice on the special wooden stand beside it, and put it back.