"Long Qie, do you have any unwanted items on you?"
After walking out of Xianyang Palace, before Long Qie could ask his Duke Liu why he was so fast, he heard Liu Bai ask.
"Uh... Mr. Liu, I only have half a bottle of wine left here."
Long Qie dug around left and right, and finally found something that could barely be regarded as an object.
After all, he has always been cool and unrestrained. He lives and eats in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It is enough for a gentleman to carry a knife. Where can he come from so many things?
"Alright."
Liu Bai stretched out his hand and took off the wine gourd from Long Qie's waist: "Remember, don't drive after drinking, and don't drink while driving."
"Drunk driving makes you happy for a while, and your loved ones shed tears."
Liu Bai's words were very solemn. Unexpectedly, the Daqin road repair plan had not yet been officially launched, and the drunk driving trend had already spread.
He didn't want the precious old Qin people to die from something like this in the future.
"yes!"
Long Qie grinned and nodded in agreement.
The carriages and horses moved slowly through the east and west commercial markets.
The recruitment of soldiers came out, and there were fewer people on the streets.
The current war against the Huns cannot be said to be too anxious. Most of Da Qin's current focus is still on material reserves and transportation.
It is precisely because of this that the remaining people who have not gone to the battlefield have to work even harder.
....
"Mr. Liu, please get out of the car."
I don't know how long it took, maybe Long Qie also wanted Liu Bai to rest for a while, because the carriage and horse were still moving slowly and smoothly.
"arrive."
Liu Bai opened the car curtain, looked at the huge word 'Feng Mansion', and his tone dropped slightly.
What is placed at the door is not a stone lion, but a war drum.
This means that his Feng family also has military merit.
His ancestor Feng Quji... was named Feng Ting.
Ordinary people may not know this name, but... he has achieved the title of Baiqi, the God of Death!
The Korean general Feng Ting drove away tigers and devoured wolves, and offered Dangjun to Zhao, triggering the Battle of Changping. Bai Qi killed 400,000 Zhao troops in a trap, and the whole world was afraid!
With such an embarrassing background, Feng Quji was able to become the Right Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty and also became the leader of a distinguished family. One can only imagine how much the Feng family has paid.
"Go and report."
Liu Bai gave the order lightly, then put his hands behind his back and stood solemnly.
"promise!"
Long Qie also suppressed all expressions on his face, walked up to the door, and knocked on the door knocker: "The Prime Minister Zuo of the Qin Dynasty is following the order of His Majesty the First Emperor to visit Mr. Feng!"
As soon as these words came out, the concierge inside did not dare to show any slightness and could only say timidly: "Please wait a moment, Prime Minister Liu."
After saying that, he hurriedly went to invite his young master Feng Jie.
No matter how much Liu Bai was disliked by the people of the Feng Mansion, as long as he was following the orders of His Majesty the First Emperor, none of them would dare to neglect him.
"My lord, pay homage to the emperor's envoy!"
Feng Jie had a gloomy face and looked at Liu Bai who really wanted to pick up the knife, but he still could only speak with restraint.
However, this sentence of the emperor's envoy also shows that the Feng family does not welcome Liu Bai, and it is only His Majesty's order to come out to welcome him.
"Ouch! Brother Feng, why are you unhappy?"
"Come!"
“You can’t visit a patient empty-handed.”
Liu Bai patted Feng Jie on the shoulder quite familiarly, then took out a gourd of wine and said, "This wine is said to be leftover from Peng Zu's drinking."
"Does Peng Zu know?"
"The one who has lived for eight hundred years, if you give it to Mr. Feng, you will be sure to live a long life."
After saying these words, Long Qie's lips unconsciously rose, and then he quickly recovered.
Zuixianlou spends a lot of money to buy a stall of blue and white wine, and Mr. Liu said it has become Peng Zu's treasure for longevity!
"My father is...sixty-eight this year."
Feng Jie's nose was almost crooked with anger!
People rarely live past their seventies. Did Liu Bai mean that his father would die suddenly the next year?
"Isn't this a guarantee? Let's have peace of mind."
Liu Bai chuckled, and regardless of whether Feng Jie was happy or not, he stuffed the wine gourd into Feng Jie's arms, and then walked in with a swagger.
Feng Jie brought the wine gourd to his nose and took a whiff...
Good guy, my nose is really crooked this time!
Isn’t this the freshest wine in the restaurant under my own name? What bullshit Peng Zu’s wine!
Liu Bai, the dignified Prime Minister of Qin Zuo, actually deceived to this extent!
"Master, Prime Minister Liu."
"The master heard that Prime Minister Liu was coming and asked his subordinates to come here to accuse him. He couldn't come to greet him in person."
At this moment, the housekeeper came over and spoke respectfully.
Liu Bai looked back at Feng Jie meaningfully, and then nodded.
Obviously, knowing a son is better than a father. Old man Feng is still worried that his son will give him face!
After all, compared to the heat of the court, this old man Feng is indeed very proficient in practice.
It wouldn't be bad if you could really recognize faces.
Liu Bai smiled and walked in the front, but it was Feng Jie, the young master of Feng Mansion, who looked extremely ugly!
'Damn it, why does this guy look like he's back at home? '
Feng Jie cursed secretly in his heart. He wished Liu Bai would fall and eat shit while walking up the steps!
Not long after, they arrived at Feng Quji's main room.
"Mr. Feng, you're fine!"
Liu Bai's first words made Feng Quji, who was lying on the couch, burst into laughter!
He was so angry that he was bedridden, but Liu Bai was still 'all right'?
"Prime Minister Liu is busy with government affairs and has many things to deal with every day, so there is no need to say these polite words."
"Whether you are sick or not, you and I know it clearly."
Feng Quji waved his hand, signaling the housekeeper to step back, and then supported the bed with his hands to get up.
Even if he was seriously ill, he didn't want to lose his momentum in front of Liu Bai.
"Hey, Mr. Feng, that's what you said."
"I am here to visit the patient on the order of His Majesty the First Emperor. Isn't this a sign of concern?"
Liu Bai watched Feng Jie helping Feng Quji to sit up. Without waiting for him to say "Please sit down," he generously found a seat facing Feng Quji and sat down.
"Xiang Liu, I am seriously ill and I don't think I will die soon."
"When I was seriously ill and comatose, I felt it deeply. The difficulty of life is like the endless river. Although I have the ambition to go east to the sea, the process is slow and the journey is difficult. The river will eventually reach the sea, but people... It’s hard to even find a place to live.”
Feng Quji looked at Liu Bai with a sad expression.
This sentence seems to indicate that he is no longer willing to go around in circles.
"Prime Minister Liu, I only have one question."
"This world is so big, is there really not enough room for my Feng family to fit in?"
Feng Quji looked at Liu Bai with bright eyes.
Feng Jie on the side became nervous instantly when he heard his father's question.
The father asked this question because he wanted to see Liu Bai's attitude towards their Feng family, or to all aristocratic families!
Kill or suppress?
Liu Bai was still smiling at first, but Feng Quji's eyes were deeply locked. Liu Bai slowly stopped smiling, and then...
Shake your head slowly!
"No!"
Two words, murderous intent!
The promise to Yang Ye is one thing, this can be regarded as a gift from Great Qin to them.
But Liu Bai's attitude... couldn't possibly soften even a little bit.
"Then Liu Xiang...don't blame me."
Feng Quji seemed to have guessed Liu Bai's answer, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes.
"Qiang!"
This seriously ill old man had to pull out a dagger from the bedclothes!
....
Ahem, reminder: Feng Quji did not lose his intelligence! !
