Feng Jianping asked Yan Sikong to eat at his house, Yan Sikong didn't want to stay for a long time, but he couldn't refuse.
During the meeting, they continued to chat about the situation between North Korea and China.
Suddenly, Feng Jianping seemed to think of something: "After I returned to Beijing, I heard that because of Xi'er's marriage, there was a rift between you two. Is there such a thing?"
Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong, obviously he hadn't figured out how to explain it yet. In Feng Jianping's eyes, he was still a baby, before he was able to take charge of himself, he was not sure whether he should confess to his father about his relationship with Yan Sikong, at least not now when the situation was so dangerous.
"What's the matter, is it true?"
"Dad..."
"Why?" Feng Jianping was puzzled, "You don't really care about the family, do you?"
"no."
"Could it be..." Feng Jianping raised his eyebrows, "Do you like Xi'er?"
"Of course not." Feng Ye blurted out, "Father, where are you going?"
"That's why." Feng Jianping glanced at Feng Ye.
Yan Sikong put down his chopsticks: "Your Highness, there are two reasons for this matter."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
"Firstly, the prince and I, a civil official and a military commander, are too close, so we can't help giving others trouble, especially because of His Highness's relationship, people everywhere are staring at the prince, and second..." Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye , "I once swore that I would never get married if I did not avenge my grievances. I am burdened with blood and deep vengeance, and I am walking on thin ice. If I can't save myself, I am afraid that I will disappoint Princess Wanyang."
"Yes, Sikong once made an oath." Feng Ye said, "Besides, factional disputes are so dangerous, I don't want to involve Xi'er."
Feng Jianping smiled and said: "The male university should be married, and the female university should be married. Since you and Xi'er are married according to His Majesty, you don't need to worry too much. Wolf, from now on, it is also beautiful for you and Sikong to get closer." It's a matter."
Yan Sikong smiled dryly, watching Feng Ye's face turning blue and turning pale, feeling very helpless.
Feng Jianping said again: "However, Sikong said that the two of you should not get too close. It is indeed reasonable. At least we must avoid suspicion before we eradicate the eunuchs."
Feng Ye gave a muffled "Hmm": "Since then, when I went to see him, I avoided people's eyes and ears, and I was also very careful when meeting with old Yan Ge."
"I will go to the palace to meet Concubine Xian some other day." Feng Jianping said with emotion, "I used to love this younger sister the most. When she left Beijing, she was still a yellow-haired girl. She has been for more than thirty years."
"Father, has there been a big change in Beijing?"
Feng Jianping shook his head: "It's just that people have changed."
After dinner, Feng Ye personally sent Yan Sikong out of the residence.
The two walked side by side under the moonlight. Although they were both tall and long-legged, they deliberately walked slowly. During such a quiet time, it seemed that they would not feel tired after walking for a long time.
Yan Sikong took Feng Ye's hand secretly, and said softly: "Don't be depressed, the most important thing right now is to eradicate the eunuchs and support the crown prince. When the teacher and His Highness control the court, it won't be too late to mention the marriage."
Feng Ye said reluctantly, "Anyway, the Empress Dowager is newly mourned, so you won't be able to get married within three years."
"Your Majesty's call for your father to return to the capital will not simply go to a funeral. After the funeral is over, there may be trouble. You must be prepared."
"Well... If it's just a reduction in armaments, my Feng family will also accept it. I'm afraid that Xie Zhongren will flatter me with slanderous words and drive a wedge between His Majesty and my father."
"He has already done what you are worried about, otherwise His Majesty would not have sent your father back to Beijing three times. Next..." Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes, "Soldiers will block you, and water will cover you with earth."
"After my father came home, he had a long talk with me. He understood my worries, but he already stated in the letter that he would never be a traitor." Feng Ye tightened Yan Sikong's hand, "Of course, he It's not without worries, the two thousand people he brought back are all elite soldiers, they only obey the orders of the Feng family, so maybe they can protect my father."
Yan Sikong was worried, no matter how good the elite soldiers were, they were only two thousand soldiers, and they were thirty miles away, but he didn't say anything, and comforted him, "In this way, I can rest assured, Your Highness will return to court and join hands with my teacher , will definitely be able to eradicate rape and evil, and clear the government and the public."
"At that time." Feng Ye lowered his head, and gently kissed Yan Sikong's hair, "There will be no barrier between you and me, and I will be with you forever."
Yan Sikong joked: "You are not afraid that His Highness will break your leg."
Feng Ye snorted softly, "What am I, Feng Ye, afraid of?"
Yan Sikong chuckled: "You are obviously very afraid of your father."
Feng Ye pouted, and whispered: "I'm not afraid of him, I just respect him."
Yan Sikong laughed out loud.
Feng Ye dragged him to the shadow of the eaves, and kissed him forcefully: "Laugh again, I won't let you go."
Yan Sikong stroked his cheek, said with a smile: "I'm leaving, sooner or later, we don't have to hide like this, we can walk freely under the moonlight."
"Of course." Feng Ye showed a determined smile.
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Before the funeral, everything was uneventful.
According to Emperor Zhaowu's will, another imperial mausoleum was selected for the empress dowager according to the specifications of the national funeral, and the funeral ceremony was repeated to appease the wrath of heaven.
This funeral cost 500,000 taels of silver, wasted money and caused a lot of complaints from the people, and there were voices of grievances among the government and the opposition, but they dared not speak out.
The funeral was even grander than before, and it was both offering sacrifices to heaven and chanting scriptures. The vassal kings and officials had to freeze for a whole day on the northern suburban mountains in winter.
After such a toss, the funeral was finally completed, and there was no business trip, and everyone in the Ministry of Rites might have to go home to burn incense.
After the funeral, preparations for the banquet began, but before the banquet, the court had already begun to move.
In the early morning court, some officials admonished Feng Jianping and Feng Ye in front of him, saying that since Feng Jianping had already returned to the court, he should be assessed according to the standards of the Jingchao.
Feng Jianping himself refused to return to the court at the beginning, because Datong still had military affairs and could not escape. Emperor Zhaowu walked down the steps and allowed the assessment to be suspended temporarily.
The two factions started arguing over whether His Majesty allowed the examination to be suspended or not, but the dispute did not last long. Emperor Zhaowu summoned the historian and took out the records of the day. Sure enough, it clearly stated that the examination was suspended.
I'm afraid that Emperor Zhaowu just said something casually that day, who would have thought that Feng Jianping would really return to Beijing after a short time. Now that the Jingcha has only passed two or three months, it is reasonable and reasonable for him to restart the Jingcha. It is inconvenient for Jianping himself to shirk.
Therefore, the matter was settled in this way, and the governor of Datong was assessed against the specifications of a first-rank official.
This seemingly inconspicuous incident made everyone realize that the flames of war were ignited.