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During a palace banquet, Feng Huairen ate so much that Feng Huairen didn't know what to eat, and the official robe was soaked in cold sweat all over his body.

After finally surviving the banquet, Lord Feng didn't even bother to say goodbye to his colleagues, and hurriedly walked outside the palace gate while fanning the wind with the hem of his robe.

Behind him was a young official who had just entered the imperial court and was walking side by side with his teacher, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

"Master Feng is now a first-class cultivator, and he can still be so straightforward and natural. He is really a role model for my generation!"

The servant of the official department nodded sincerely:

"That's right, the old man has been an official in the court for nearly forty years. If there is anyone worthy of the old man's admiration, it is His Royal Highness Prince Jing, who is the son of the eldest son, and the second is this poor man who has risen to the top with his own strength. Lord Fengxiang!"

The officialdom of the Sheng Dynasty was extremely open-minded, not to mention discussing Shangfeng openly, even when arguing with the emperor in the Golden Luan Hall, the officials were all righteous and confident.

Hearing what the Minister of the Ministry of Officials said, the eyes of the second-in-command showed admiration and yearning, but the other official walking on the right was just transferred to the capital from a local place, and at this moment he was quite disapproving:

"The lower officials have heard that Master Feng is today thanks to his good marriage. His father-in-law is the Duke of Zhenguo. Thinking that Master Feng's official career is so smooth, Duke Jing's family has contributed a lot."

The official minister nodded thoughtfully: "You are right."

The magistrate raised his eyebrows proudly. The second-best man thought he could drink a bowl of inspirational chicken soup, but unexpectedly, he was poured cold water into his heart, and couldn't help feeling sad:

"It turns out that Lord Feng also relied on his father-in-law to climb his skirts all the way to the top. In today's world, there is no way for people who work hard and work hard!"

"This statement is wrong!" The Minister of the Ministry of Officials squinted his eyes and stroked his long beard, as if recalling the past, he sighed infinitely, "Mr. People! Master Feng has his current official career, all because of his own diligence and self-improvement, since he married the eldest lady of the Guan family, Master Feng really treats the Yamen as his own backyard, and devotes himself to political affairs wholeheartedly. above people!"

The second place and the magistrate were all taken aback.

"You don't know..."

Xu Shi, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, hadn't told anyone about the past for many years, so he couldn't hold back his words for a while, and like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, he revealed Mr. Feng's old background.

Back then, the talented, romantic and handsome Tanhualang was coaxed and tricked into becoming the son-in-law of the Yasukuni family, and married a respectable tigress to keep at home. The son plunged into the official business.

Except for sleeping time, Feng Huairen usually doesn't run home, and stays in the yamen all day long. Every time the emperor orders something to come down, Mrs. Feng is undressed and forgets to eat and sleep. He doesn't go home until he finishes his errands. If he didn't go home, he would help any colleagues who were busy. Over time, Master Feng's reputation for being diligent and friendly, and for helping others spread.

The emperor likes people who can do things, and his colleagues like people who can do things. Feng Huairen became more and more successful in the officialdom, and he became the second-rank household servant in his twenties.

Bangyan Lang and the magistrate were stunned, but they felt that they were very educated. The little Bangyan said in a daze: "In this way, if you marry a wife, you should marry a Hedong lion, so that you can continue to spur yourself. The sky will send great responsibilities to the people. Suffer your mind first, the sage will not deceive me!"

"That's the case," the Minister of the Ministry of Officials sighed, "who can endure such suffering? Mr. Feng can't hide from the first day of the new year but can't hide from the fifteenth day. If he returns to the mansion by chance, the next day will be terrible. Then Describe... tsk tsk tsk!"

The second-best man and the magistrate Qi Qi admired: "You can be a master only when you have to endure hardships. Master Feng really does great things!"

The second place in the list suddenly remembered something, and he asked nervously:

"Since Mr. Feng is so afraid of his wife, how can he marry several concubines and have many sons?"

"I know this!" A loud voice suddenly broke into the horizontal split, but it was Yu Wenshuo, the forward general of the expeditionary army, who did not know when he came to the side of these people.

Xiao Bangyan scanned the surroundings, and couldn't help shrinking his neck. It turned out that in the moment when the Minister of the Ministry of Officials was telling the story, there were already a dozen officials around them, both civil and military, and all of them listened with great interest.

"General Yuwen, you are only in your thirties this year, how do you know these old things, let me tell you!"

This subtle voice came even more abruptly. Yu Wenshuo looked around, and the hairs on his neck stood on end:

"Who? Who is talking to this general? You dare to play tricks in the palace, but you are tired of living!"

"General Yuwen," Xiaobangyan pointed weakly below him, "It's Lord Wei of Dali Temple who is speaking."

Mr. Wei is only three feet long, and he couldn't hit Yu Wenshuo's chin when he jumped up. Yu Wenshuo looked for it with his head down:

"Oh, it turned out to be Master Wei, don't go in front of me, I accidentally stomped on you and my lord is going to wring my head!"

Although Wei Ruxun is small, he is good at solving cases. As long as he is given a clue, he can clearly trace the whereabouts of old cases, so what he said is highly credible.

Seeing that Mr. Wei was about to speak, everyone didn't leave. Qiqi squatted down. Wei Ruxun was surrounded by stars like a moon. He cleared his throat and said:

"As we all know, Madam Feng's temper is not very good, but she should be a tiger girl who keeps her word. She will definitely do what she says. That was the reign of Emperor Taizong, the 26th year of Tianqi..."

The newly transferred magistrate frowned and asked harshly:

"How do you know the year and month so clearly?"

Wei Ruxun said displeased: "Fengxiang's Wulang was born in the 27th year of Tianqi, so this incident happened in the 26th year! Do you still want to listen? I don't like others to interrupt when analyzing the case!"

All the officials made a "shh-" to the magistrate

Master Wei continued: "It is said that in that year, Master Feng paid homage to the servant of the household department. He was a 27-year-old second-rank official. He dare not say that there will be no successors. He is indeed an unprecedented person in this dynasty. At that time, Master Feng was proud of his horseshoe disease. All the officials congratulated each other, Lord Feng was rewarding his colleagues with a feast at the Yipin Liuxian Pavilion, and was so drunk during the banquet, Lord Feng hugged the servant of the household department at that time and cried loudly..."

The second place in the ranking asked in a low voice: "Master Wei was there at the time?"

"At that time, I was just the little master Bo of Dali Temple, how could I have the qualifications..."

The second place in the list bravely questioned: "Then how do you know that Mr. Feng cries with others?"

Wei Ruxun was annoyed: "I participated in a case investigation that year, and an oiran died in that first-rank Liuxian Pavilion. The time was very close to Master Feng's banquet, and I recorded it when I was asking for a statement... You are the second-best man, I know you Why can't I be the champion of high school?"

Second place in the list: "The lower officials are less talented and less educated..."

"The lack of talent and learning is second to none. You don't know how to draw inferences from one instance to another. My official is the Minister of Dali Temple and the number one detective of Dasheng. Do you know that?"

"Slightly heard."

"What I said, every sentence is evidenced by people, if you interrupt it at will, I will kick you out!"

Xiaobangyan shrank his neck, and squatted to the side like a little quail, a circle that everyone squatted out was opened by him, and the magistrate with obsessive-compulsive disorder pulled him back, and then moved the circle to continue.

The officials hurriedly persuaded:

"Lord Wei calm down, the No. [-] guy is just here, don't be as knowledgeable as him, let's say... what happened after Master Feng hugged someone and cried?"

Wei Ruxun calmed down, and habitually wanted to slap the gavel, so he slapped Yu Wenshuo on the head.

"Shh-"

The melon was big and round, and Yu Wenshuo himself was enjoying eating it on his head, so he endured it, only touched his head and continued to squat down.

Master Wei continued:

"Lord Feng was crying so badly that I was wronged. The oiran and young ladies who were sitting with me couldn't bear to cry in silence. The servant of the household department is the same as you." Not long after I came to the capital, I am not very familiar with the situation, so I finally figured it out and felt extremely sympathetic."

"What's next?" someone asked.

"Later, the servant of the household department sent Mr. Feng, who was drunk, back to the mansion. After knocking on the door for a long time, he couldn't open it. It turned out that Mrs. Feng ordered the concierge to lock Mr. Feng out because Mr. Feng had a banquet, and Mrs. Feng was very angry. Old and new grudges, all kinds of sadness came together, he was angry from the heart, and the evil grew out of his guts, and he yelled at Mrs. Feng through the gate of his house—"

Wei Ruxun pinched his throat with his fingertips, imitating Master Feng's hoarse voice after drinking, and said vividly, "Guan Ruofeng! If you don't let me in today, I will, I will—"

"Hahahaha!" Master Wei yelled in a loud voice, "What about you?"

The second-in-command wanted to raise his hand to ask a question again, but an official was very clever and hurriedly explained: "Master Wei has learned like two people, but Mrs. Feng's voice is like a drum!"

"Stop interrupting!" the magistrate yelled anxiously, "That's all? Mr. Wei, please speak!"

Wei Ruxun said: "Master Feng waited for a long time, and finally jumped to his feet and shouted, 'I'll climb over the wall and go in'!"

"Hahahahaha!" All the officials laughed so hard that they sat on the ground.

Master Wei wiped the corners of his eyes that were tearing from laughter:

"At that time, Mrs. Feng also laughed like this. She almost lost her temper. Have you seen the wall of Feng's mansion? It is much higher than the average house. Let alone one Master Feng, even two Master Feng can't turn it over. Go over!"

"Stop talking nonsense, what we want to hear is how Prime Minister Feng can take a concubine!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, this is coming," Lord Wei imitated other people's voices one after another, his throat was a little sore, he took out a mint candy from the small pouch on his waist, chewed it in two or three times to moisten his throat, and then Said, "Mrs. Feng laughed out of breath at the other end of the door. She said, 'Feng Huairen! If you can climb over the wall and come in today, I will respect you as a man, and I will give you a concubine tomorrow! In the future, what do you want? Accept a few, accept a few, if my mother says no, I will write the word upside down!'”

"Aiya!" Everyone sighed, "How can this be turned over?"

"But," Xiaobangyan held back for a long time, and said weakly, "Since Master Feng gave birth to Feng Wulang the next year, I'm afraid that night will be turned over?"

Someone retorted: "Just now I said that the wall of Feng Mansion, let alone a single person, cannot be overturned even if two Lord Feng are piled on top of each other! Impossible!"

Everyone looked at Mr. Wei again, and said anxiously: "Don't be tricky, talk quickly!"

Mr. Wei shook his head: "You guys, I forgot that there was another person there. When the servant of the household department heard this, he dragged Mr. Feng to the corner without saying a word. He squatted on the ground, patted himself on the shoulder, and said 'Master Feng, step on the shoulder of the subordinate and turn up'!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

All the officials who had been in the court for some years laughed, only a few newcomers were so dazed that they didn't know what to say.

Yu Wenshuo slapped the ground hard with his big palm, and he was about to poke out his smile, explaining intermittently while laughing:

"You guys are new here... I don't know... The former servant of the household department... He is... a foot long ①... Hahahahaha..."

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Feng Huairen kept sneezing while hurrying towards the gate of the palace, he thought strangely, how many people were thinking about him after sneezing so many times...

"Lord Feng, go slowly!" The shrill voice of the servant came from behind, and a eunuch was running over, Feng Huairen recognized that it was a follower of the Eastern Palace, and his heart skipped a beat, "Eunuch Xu is so late, why call me here? "

Eunuch Xu carried a food box, and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness asked the slave to pass a message, please tell the Eleven Young Masters in the family that today's snacks are very much in line with His Highness's wishes. Your Highness reciprocates, please pass it on."

Feng Huairen's temples twitched, but he took the food box calmly:

"His Royal Highness remembers the dog."

"Go slowly, my lord."

"Eunuch Xu, go slowly."

Feng Huairen watched the eunuch walk away and let out a long sigh.

At this moment, another voice sounded from the front, low and hoarse: "Master Fengxiang."

Feng Huairen's body froze, and he suddenly felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a food box, but black/fire/powder.

Outside the palace gate, Prince Jing was standing beside his carriage, his body was as long as jade, his gold silk mask was shining in the night, he was waiting for Feng Huairen.

"His Royal Highness Prince Jing." Feng Huairen hurriedly walked over with hands clapped.

King Jing said: "My residence and Your Excellency's residence are on the same road, please accompany your Excellency, I don't know what your Excellency would like?"

Feng Huairen: "Your Majesty, please do whatever you want, but dare not, Your Highness."

The two carriages rushed to Feng's mansion one after the other, Feng Huairen didn't know that Prince Jing had made an appointment with him to go with him, and it was probably an excuse to go and see Eleven Lang.

The two parties who have engaged in marriage cannot meet each other before they get married, but both of them are men, so this ceremony is not restricted.

Thinking of Prince Jing and the Crown Prince's highnesses going from being openly at war to showing their friendship behind their backs one after another... Feng Huairen touched the back of his neck, which was chilling, and felt that there was a guillotine hanging on Fengfu's head that would fall at any time.

Master Feng Xiang's grief comes from this, the family is unfortunate, the family is unfortunate.

The housekeeper, Feng Qiu, was standing at the gate looking far away, and finally saw a carriage running fast, with a huge "phoenix" character reflected on the lantern hanging on the bridle, and trotted all the way to meet it.

"My lord!"

As soon as Feng Huairen lifted the sedan chair curtain, he heard this urgent call, his heart sank immediately, and he said tremblingly:

"But that Eleven Lang... What trouble did he cause again?"

"Master!" Steward Feng slapped his thigh, his face was so worried that he could squeeze out bitter gourd juice, "Not only the Eleventh Young Master, but even the Madam... In short, the Eldest Young Master, the Second Young Master, the Third Young Master and the Fourth Young Master...they and the Eleventh Master The young master is fighting!"

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Note ①: one zhang = 2.33333 meters

In the past two days, Xiaomo wrote very happily. In the middle of the night, he was laughing like a dog in bed. This chapter was written until [-] o'clock in the morning. For the sake of Xiaomo's hard work, little angels, let's go!

As for when to meet each other?Do you think my kind mother will make them hold back for a long time?nonexistent.

Besides, having been in love for so long, this world can be regarded as a legal couple, so let the prince "little enrolment" so early, what do you let Captain Gu, President Chu Han, think!I am a good mother with a bowl of water!

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Lingyue Qianxun and Heyi Xiaoxiang; 5 bottles of E'cheesepur;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!