Fengren and his son were sitting in the galloping carriage.
The sound of the vibrating wheels of the car was mixed with the lively noise and spread into the carriage, but it was still unable to break the strange silence between the two.
After a long time, Feng Ren first sighed and said, "Does your hand still hurt?"
Feng Jin always sat upright, his face was abnormally pale, and his thin lips were faintly blue. The wound on his right arm had been bandaged by the medical officer, and the blood had penetrated most of his sleeves and arms. It has not dried up yet, and the rich breath dyed the entire carriage. , looked rather embarrassed.
"It doesn't hurt so much anymore..." Feng Jin answered with lowered eyebrows, and finally asked hesitantly, "Father, the official family..."
Feng Ren interrupted him and said, "The official family is probably determined to marry the three tribes in the northern Xinjiang, and stabilize the border war situation between the two sides with the relationship of affinity... This kind of naive calculation, Huangkou children disdain to use, but the official family. But... after all, I can't support the wall!"
Feng Jin didn't miss every word his father said, and the more he listened to him, the more nervous he became, as if a small drum was beating intensively in his heart.
What his father meant by this... Prepared to give up the hopeless Dongqing royal family
"You're a little reckless today. If it wasn't for Liu Zhongqing's strong martial arts, you wouldn't be as simple as hurting an arm."
Feng Ren's voice was a little more pity and resentment. After all, it was his son who was hurt, the pain in his body and the pain in his father's heart.
Feng Jin lowered his eyelids and silently listened to Feng Ren's rebuke.
He didn't like to stand out, but today he had a conflict with the northern warriors, and even was injured by them, naturally he had his own considerations.
If he stepped forward, he would be injured at most. If the warriors of the Northern Border were to target the prince of Zhenbei Houfu, he would be killed.
Everyone knows that Dongqing is coveted by hungry wolves. Zhenbeihou Mansion is Dongqing's last barrier in the north. If the prince of Zhenbeihou Mansion had an accident today, who knows how those who are interested will make use of the topic? How can the three tribes in Northern Xinjiang be so arrogant
Maybe it's the influence of the family style, Feng Jin and Feng Ren generally don't care who is the emperor.
But Feng Jin is still young and full of enthusiasm. He can't just watch today's events become the fuse for the complete decline of the Zhenbei Houfu. By then, the three tribes in the northern border will be able to send troops south, drive straight in, and rush in. The hinterland of Dongqing has caused life to suffer!
Therefore, Feng Jin stopped the prince of Zhenbei Houfu and stepped forward to meet the provocation of those northern warriors, but was injured.
If he hadn't had an idea and brought in Jiang Pengji as a rescuer, it probably wouldn't have been as simple as hurting an arm.
Thinking of Jiang Pengji, Feng Jin's expression softened a little, and felt a little warmer.
At this moment, he somewhat understands what it feels like to be a ranger because of his brotherly loyalty in the market talk.
Feng Ren's painting style changed, and he was a little angry.
"Just, have you ever thought about what if that kid is not good at martial arts and gets implicated because of you?"
Feng Jin was dumbfounded after hearing this. He was about to say that Jiang Pengji was good at martial arts, but Feng Ren didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Forget it, this time I owe him Liu Zhongqing's favor. I'll find a chance to pay it back later."
For a while, the interior of the carriage returned to silence.
Feng Ren closed his eyes and couldn't help but start to figure out what to do next.
Today's Dongqing royal family is like a muddy mud that can't support the wall. In order to take back the power in the hands of the noble family, the man made frequent tricks, secretly supporting the forces of foreign relatives, condoning the forces of eunuchs, trying to muddy the waters, so fishing in troubled waters, fisherman profit.
The results of it
The aristocratic family, the collective of eunuchs, and the increasingly powerful foreign relatives have intensified their struggles. Today, Zi Kong has great ambitions but has no means to control his subordinates. It was originally a matter of family power, but now it has become a matter of sweeping the entire court and the entire East. Qing's hidden dangers.
The Feng family has been inherited for more than a thousand years, what kind of wind and waves have not seen
Dongqing is like a leaky ship, in danger of sinking at any time.
Now, it is also time to retreat bravely, temporarily dormant and wait for the general trend of the world.
However, Feng Ren already had a plan in his heart, and Feng Jin, who was beside him, was still worried.
The carriage drove straight to the Shangyang Palace. The majestic palace was like a giant beast lying on the ground. Although it was late at night, the palace lanterns remained on all night. If you look down at it from a high place, the brightly lit Shangyang Palace looks like an inlaid sculpture on the ground. Gorgeous Pearl.
The emperor wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. His daily routine is to play and fight with the concubines and concubines of the palace. , locked into the palace, making the officials in Beijing dare not speak out.
Feng Ren had expectations for the emperor in his early years, and he dared to speak out and be angry, but he was naturally not welcomed by the emperor.
If it wasn't for him being the patriarch of the Feng clan, the emperor would not dare to touch him, I am afraid that the official position would have been lost long ago, and the young and old in the family would also suffer.
"Lord Zhongshuling, what's wrong with you today? At this hour, His Majesty went to bed early..."
Feng Ren smiled coldly, his eyes seemed to see cold knives, and his tough attitude was completely different from the usual image of a good person.
Feng Ren waved his sleeves angrily, "Go to bed early? Liu Changshi, these words are just fine for a three-year-old urchin, but it's not enough to deal with Feng. You and I know what kind of virtue Your Majesty is. If we don't see you today. When you get to Your Majesty, Feng, you won't leave."
The sound of extravagance has long been heard in the palace, and the air is filled with the smell of extravagance. Tell him that the emperor has gone to bed
Do you really think that Feng Xiande is a three-year-old child
Liu Changshi has lost his roots since he was a child, his voice is unusually high-pitched, and his appearance is neither male nor female, but he can climb to the position of Zhong Changshi in an asura field like Shangyang Palace and become an eunuch trusted by the emperor. Not weak.
He smiled embarrassedly, "Zhongshu ordered the adults to enter the palace late at night, and the villain should report it as soon as possible. However, recently, His Majesty has worked hard for the affairs of the northern border. Ah. Or else, Master Zhongshu will first quietly inform the villain that if the matter you report to the palace is of great importance, the villain is at the risk of being punished by His Majesty, and I will report it to you as well.”
If Feng Ren was so embarrassed by Liu Changshi in normal times, he would definitely be so angry that he would leave, not bothering to bother with a eunuch.
Only today, he replied with a sneer, "Resign."
Liu Changshi's expression changed drastically, he said, "What happened, how did you make Zhongshu so angry? Resigning from an official position is no small matter. Once you say it, it will be hard to accept... What are you... "
Feng Ren said with a cold face, "It seems that His Majesty is really asleep, and Feng is not inconvenient to disturb, so I will write to His Majesty tomorrow..."
Liu Changshi didn't dare to stop him, and hurriedly said that he would go in and report.
No matter how stupid he is, he knows that Feng Ren's resignation at this time is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
Feng Jin secretly looked at the extravagant and exquisite Shangyang Palace, and then looked at the arrogant Liu Changshi, a chill spread in his heart.
Fengren said coldly without a smile, "Then there will be Liu Changshi."
Liu Changshi's scalp was secretly numb. Although he was an eunuch who held certain power and was accustomed to being powerful, he still had an uncontrollable sense of humility and a guilty conscience when he met someone like Fengren, a serious gentry. Clouds and mud on the ground.