Being promoted to an official position is a great joy.
It would be an even greater joy for father and son to be promoted together.
It's just that on what outsiders thought was a day of joy and celebration for everyone in the Feng family, the backyard of the family house was filled with chaos.
The right lady wanted to beat Hua Xiaowu herself on the grounds that she had no respect for superiors and inferiors.
Hua Wan said that I am the wife of Zhendong General Mansion, not the concubine of Da Sima Mansion.
Besides, I am a barbaric girl from Nanzhong, I don’t understand etiquette!
I don’t dare to fight back, why can’t I run?
So one of the two women chased and the other escaped.
"Don't run!"
"Then don't chase me! I won't run away until you hit me!"
When the servants saw this, they all gave way.
Guan Sheng, who had just been promoted to the title of Yongshou Neitinghou of the Han Dynasty and was only a little over two years old, nicknamed A Zhi, stretched out his little finger, pointed at the two chasing people, and shouted anxiously:
"Mom, mom..."
Seven-year-old Feng Kai put his hands on his hips triumphantly and said to Guan Sheng:
"Azhi, don't scream. You are already a prince after all, so you can't be so stateless."
Azhi: "Ahhhhh... Grandma!"
Feng Kai curled his lips, feeling that it was hard to explain to a little kid who had just been weaned.
So he turned his head, looked at Ah Shun, and said with a smile:
"Third brother, I have been made a marquis, I have a title!"
Ah Shun nodded, indicating that he understood.
Amo looked at the other two brothers who were the same age as him:
"Look, neither the second brother nor the third brother has one, but I am the only one with a title!"
Anan and Abu nodded along with the third brother, indicating that they understood.
"So, I am the most powerful among you, do you know that?"
A Nan nodded, and Abu was about to nod, but he glanced at the expressionless third brother and stopped moving.
"What's so great about you?"
Ah Shun asked, "Is it because he surpasses the second brother in his homework or because he surpasses the eldest sister in martial arts?"
The proud A Mo's face suddenly stiffened, then turned red, and choked:
"No matter how good your homework is, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, what's the use? Doesn't it mean that you don't have a title?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden gust of wind in his ears.
"Snapped!"
A clod of earth hit A Mo's head directly.
"who?!"
A Mo, who was gaining momentum, turned his head angrily, trying to see clearly who was attacking him.
"it's me."
A Mo, who was originally full of anger, immediately lost half his momentum when he saw the person coming:
"Yuan, it turns out to be the eldest sister."
Shuangshuang and Ah Chong came over at some point.
"What, you're not convinced?"
The twelve-year-old girl is taller than all the Feng brothers present.
Even Ah Chong is slightly shorter than her.
Inheriting her mother's excellent genes, she is tall and has picturesque features.
Especially those eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised upward, charming yet powerful, and very personal.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, how could it be..."
A Mo touched his head, he dared not say anything if he was angry, he pretended to be dumbfounded.
Ah Chong let out a "chi", half-smiling but not smiling, with a strange look on his face that seemed to imply provocation:
"Marquis Shunyang? That's it?"
Huh?
Yes, I am already a prince, why should I still be afraid of her?
After being reminded by his second brother, A Mo seemed to have reacted. His courage immediately became stronger and he puffed up his chest:
"You, do you know who I am now? Dare you hit me?"
They both took two steps forward, approached each other, and sneered: "Oh? May I ask what status Feng Junhou is now?"
"I, I am now..."
Hey, what did you call me?
Amo was stunned.
You call me Junhou, but you still don’t know who I am?
"Snapped!"
"You hit me again!"
"Fight me if you want. What can you do to me?"
Ah Chong quietly said:
"There's nothing special about being good at martial arts, right?"
"Snapped!"
"You still hit me!"
They both looked at Ah Chong sideways.
Ah Chong continued to say quietly:
"It's not that big of a deal to do good homework, right?"
"Snapped!"
"Sister, I was wrong."
Both of them looked at Ah Chong again.
"Because of your merits, I was lucky enough to be granted a title, but I have no children left and I am not on good terms with my brothers. Alas!"
Ah Chong sighed and shook his head.
"Snapped!"
"Don't fight again, sister, I really know I was wrong!"
The situation was stronger than the situation, and Amo was a man who knew the current affairs and kept begging for mercy.
This time Ah Chong didn't need to look at him to urge him, and continued to speak:
"Your Excellency is world-famous for his knowledge, he scares thieves with his military exploits, and he unites everyone with his benevolence and righteousness. This is why our Feng Mansion is as prosperous as it is today."
"And what about you? You are just following the master's shadow, and you dare to speak arrogantly, disrespecting martial arts, not respecting knowledge, and not being disloyal to your brothers."
Ah Chong sighed, feeling quite sad:
"If my lord and mother find out that you are so arrogant, I don't know how they will punish you. I don't know. They may think that you are not worthy of this title."
Amo was already crying bitterly and repenting again and again.
I don’t know if he was beaten or persuaded.
"Eldest sister, don't hit me again, and second brother, don't say it anymore, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
Mrs. Right, who was beating Hua Xiaowu over there, saw her son being beaten and finally let Alang's mistress go.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing his mother's voice, A Mo, who was begging for mercy, suddenly became excited and quickly got up:
"Mom, it's okay, we are just having fun!"
Are you joking?
So much so that he was pushed to the ground and beaten?
Facing Aunt Zhang's suspicious and scrutinizing gaze, the young lady of the Feng family looked as usual, showing no fear at all.
Erlang of the Feng family looked away, looking at the surrounding scenery, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
Only the embarrassed Ah Mo nodded repeatedly and hurriedly explained to his mother:
"Mom, it's true. We are really joking."
If his words and deeds just now were revealed, he would probably be whipped even more by his mother.
No, it should be two meals, maybe three meals.
The adults have a meal, and the two grandmothers have a meal each.
terrible!
At this time, you absolutely cannot file a complaint.
Seeing her son being beaten and having to cover it up, looking like he had no future, Mrs. Right was really angry.
Looking at the twin sisters again, there was nothing they could do.
As they grow older, it's time for Shuangshuang and Ah Chong to be sensible.
In such a large Feng family, especially when all the Feng brothers are present, everything must be handled according to the rules.
Everyone involved said it was a joke, and even Feng Dasima Lai could only treat it as a joke between children.
It is said that Ah Chong inherited his father's intelligence, but Mrs. You knew that the young lady in front of her was the real little devil in the Feng Mansion.
Not only did he inherit his mother's talent, but he also inherited some of his father's character.
Don't look like you don't like to talk a lot, but your tactics are extremely sinister.
More importantly, the heart is darker.
Once she starts hitting people, there will basically be a reason why people can't fault her.
Obviously, A Mo must have been caught by someone, and he couldn't tell the story of his suffering.
"Don't bully your own brother."
Since she was so angry that she would not fight, Madam You was too lazy to mourn her misfortune.
Not far away, the faint cry of her daughter could be heard. After saying this, Mrs. Right rushed to see her little daughter.
In the early years, Feng Da Sima and General Zhendong often went on expeditions. It can be said that at least half of the credit for bringing up Shuangshuang and Ah Chong was due to Mrs. Right.
Mrs. Right knows these siblings quite well.
Although the sisters and brothers were often so angry that their chests hurt, they could still be regarded as their own.
Not to mention that in the past two years, the two sisters have indeed gradually gained the consciousness of being eldest sisters and eldest brothers.
Since the eldest sister and brother have legitimate reasons to teach my brother a lesson, they cannot stop him by force...
You can stop it for a while, but you can't stop it forever.
There are some things about becoming a legitimate mother, which may seem like trivial matters, but are actually sensitive.
I had the idea of competing for a title before, but now...
Let him be!
Anyway, from Nanzhong to Jiuyuan, from Pingcheng to Dunhuang, all over the Han Dynasty, east, west, north and south, wherever there was a prosperous Hanhui, there were industries in which the Feng family participated.
Unless the family is exterminated, otherwise, just these properties, even if ten or eight more children do nothing, just sit around and divide the family property, it will be enough to feed three or five generations.
If coupled with the power of Feng Da Sima, General Zhendong, and Shunde Jun and his wife, the Feng Mansion can be said to be full of fire and oil, and flowers are blooming.
If you don't believe it, just look at the flow of cars and horses in front of Feng's Mansion. Its bustling scene surpasses the East and West Markets.
Leading the army to retreat from the enemy, turning the tide, returning victoriously, being promoted to a higher rank, and congratulated by hundreds of officials.
It can be said that Feng Da Sima has not been able to rest for a moment in the past few days. He is really tired.
"The house will be closed from tomorrow, and no one will see guests except relatives and friends."
It wasn't until night fell that Feng Da Sima, who looked exhausted, sat down in his chair weakly, closed his eyes, and gave instructions.
"Alang has just been promoted to the position of Grand Sima, but he refuses to see his colleagues in the court. Will he be criticized?"
Da Sima has a high position and does not have enough status. It would be nice if he can just hand over a door post, but he cannot enter the Feng Mansion at all.
But people always come up with solutions.
If you can't get an audience with Da Sima, then take the wife route.
Many people sent their own spies to try their best to meet the ladies in Feng's house under various names.
It's just that the status of the left and right ladies is also very high. Even if you want to be received, even if you have some status, you have to look at the mood of the two ladies.
Even so, Mrs. Zuo still felt a little annoyed.
But when she heard her Alang's instructions, she couldn't help but feel a little worried, so she reminded him.
Madam You, on the other hand, agreed with Feng Da Sima:
"What's there to worry about? In these days, everyone who should be here has come, and everyone who should be seen has almost been seen."
"For the rest, it doesn't matter if you don't see them. If you want to be received again, it doesn't matter how much you see them."
After hearing Madam Right say this, Madam Zuo said no more.
She glanced at Ah Lang, then at the two concubines standing beside her, and signaled to Li Mu:
"You will serve Da Sima tonight."
Li Mu quickly agreed.
Amei is now considered a famous arithmetic master and a gentleman of the Royal Academy. Her name alone can scare away a large number of purdah ladies who cannot even memorize multiplication tables.
Coupled with the fact that he has been obsessed with staying in the laboratory for these years and rarely interacts with people, even if he wants to get acquainted with people outside, there is no way.
Only Li Mu has the right identity and background. He also manages the Feng Mansion's property and often has to deal with outsiders.
In these days, there was an endless stream of ladies from various families who came to look for her, and their busyness was comparable to that of Feng Da Sima.
But compared to Da Sima's tiredness, Li Mu was full of energy and looked very good.
This ambitious woman believed that her boldest decision back then was the most correct choice in her life.
Mrs. Zuo asked her to serve Da Sima tonight. Of course, it didn't just mean sleeping with him. She also asked her to talk to Da Sima at the bedside about the situation these days.
The right lady had to stay with her little daughter who was under one year old at night. Seeing that nothing happened, she was about to leave first, when suddenly another servant came to report:
"Reporting to the Chief Sima and his wife, there is someone outside the mansion asking to see you."
Mrs. Zuo’s eyes were sharp:
"Didn't you say that the house is closed and no guests will be seen?"
The right lady quickly reminded:
"Sister, it's tomorrow, and the house won't be closed until tomorrow."
"To come to visit at this time, either the visitor is disrespectful, or..." Madam Right turned to the servant mid-sentence, "Who is this person?"
"The guest didn't say anything, he just gave us the door sticker."
"Hand it over."
This is a door post sent out by the Feng Mansion. If the visitor can produce this, it is strange that he has to reveal his identity and let the servants come to report.
"Invite him to the side hall, and I'll go see him."
Feng Dasima, who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed just now, opened his eyes at some point and spoke.
"Here."
Mrs. Zuo looked a little unhappy:
"I don't come here during the day, but I came here at night, and I'm still secretive. Either people can't see the light, or things can't be seen. A Lang, you'd better be careful."
Feng Duhu smiled:
"Where there is day, there must be night, where there is light there must be darkness. There are always some things in the world that are not suitable to be talked about in the hustle and bustle of the day, but only in the dead of night when people are quiet. If Xijun is worried, just follow along."
"Your status is different now, so I have to follow you."
Madam Right, who was originally going to see her youngest daughter, thought for a moment and hid behind the screen in the side hall.
When the servants came in with the guests, Mrs. Zuo, who was standing behind the screen, subconsciously closed her eyes and at the same time grasped her right hand, as if to prepare for an attack.
Because the person who came was completely covered in black robes, and even his head was covered with a hood.
Not to mention in the dark night, even in the side hall with candles lit, the firelight could not illuminate the true face of the person hidden in the hood.
Only when he lifted the hood on his head did Feng Da Sima's expression change, and he blurted out unexpectedly:
"Mr. Pei, why is it you?"
The visitor was none other than Pei Qian, the Marquis of Pingyang County and the General of Zhenbei.
Pei Qian slowly took off his black robe and said:
"Da Sima is so surprised. Could it be that he was waiting for someone else? So, I came at the wrong time?"
Feng Da Sima came to his senses, asked Pei Qian to take a seat, and said with a smile:
"No, it's just unexpected that Mr. Pei is dressed like this."
Pei Qian said calmly:
"It's just to deceive others."
When Feng Yong heard this, he quickly frowned and asked:
"Does Mr. Pei have something secret that he wants to tell Yong?"
Pei Qian smiled and said nothing.
When Feng Yong saw the other party's expression, he immediately woke up.
Pei Qian was an important minister of the Wei State who took the initiative to surrender to the Han Dynasty. Every move he made on weekdays was cautious.
Now he suddenly came to visit late at night, and he was dressed like this, so what he said must be quite serious.
"You all stand back and don't let anyone get close to you!"
After the screen retreated, Feng Dasima asked again:
"May I ask why Mr. Pei is here?"
Pei Qian then said:
"Does Great Sima know the two hexagrams 'Fu' and 'Tai' in the Book of Changes?"
Feng Dasima nodded.
Whether or not it will work out in peace, I still know.
Sure enough, all I heard was Pei Qian say:
"These two hexagrams can be combined into one sentence, which is called "Wuji Tailai". Then Great Sima, you know, what is the opposite word of "Wuji Tailai"?
Feng Da Sima's eyes were sharp, he picked up the soup bowl and took a sip to cover up, and then said slowly: "It was prosperous and then declined?"
"Of course! Now the name of Great Sima is spread all over the world. The barbarians in the south are all shocked when they hear it; the people in Lianghu are like worshiping gods when they hear it; the thieves in the east are as afraid as tigers when they hear it."
"The young talents of the Han Dynasty gathered at the Xinghan Meeting and called Da Sima their elder brother; many students studied in the martial arts hall of the college and called Da Sima their mountain chief; the generals in the army were willing to obey orders, and the ministers in the court regarded Da Sima as their chief. For hope.”
"A father and his son were promoted to officials and titles on the same day, and the emperor's favor could not be greater. Isn't this a great success?"
Feng Da Sima took another sip of hot soup and said:
"Mr. Pei has something to say, but please just say it."
Pei Qian knew that Feng Da Sima was a man of extraordinary intelligence. When he said this, he believed that the other party had already guessed what he wanted to say.
At that moment, he stopped covering up and continued:
"My husband is in a very popular position and is looked upon by both the government and the public. He also combines military and political affairs. However, it is rare in history that he is not tabooed."
Feng Da Sima's eyes have become sharp:
"It is also rare in history that the emperor and his ministers who came to our court were in harmony with each other. The story of the late Emperor Yong'an Palace supporting an orphan is, if not unprecedented, unprecedented, but it is certainly rare in the history of history."
"Now His Majesty is kind-hearted and has no tendency to take risks. The relationship between the monarch and his ministers is based on benevolence and righteousness. This is a blessing for us as a man."
At this point, Feng Yong's tone became stern:
"But the emperor is kind, and this is by no means a reason for his ministers to act boldly!"
Feng Da Sima has been in power for a long time and has led the army in battles for many years. He has a powerful power just sitting there.
His voice and expression were fierce at this time. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be uneasy.
But who is Pei Qian?
Before he surrendered to the Han Dynasty, he was already the Minister of Wei.
As a minister, he took the initiative to seek refuge with the Han Dynasty. His temperament was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Facing Feng Da Sima's intimidating momentum, his expression remained unchanged:
"Your Majesty is certainly kind, but I dare to ask Grand Sima, how does your Majesty compare to the late emperor?"
Feng Yong stared at Pei Qian closely and said in a deep voice: "It's better to do it."
The talent is inferior, the wisdom is inferior, and the ambition is inferior. The only thing that can be praised is the ability to accommodate others.
Maybe, there are seven or eight points like the late emperor? Eighty or nine points?
"Since Your Majesty is not as good as the late Emperor, does the Great Sima dare to say that the friendship between Your Majesty and the Great Sima can be compared with the kindness between the late Emperor and the Prime Minister?"
Feng Da Sima was silent for a while and then said:
"The kindness and kindness of the late emperor and the prime minister are rare in ancient and modern times. How can I be so virtuous and capable that I dare to make such a delusion?"
Keenly aware of the change in Feng Da Sima's tone, Pei Qian said quickly:
"The power of the Grand Sima today is almost as powerful as that of the Prime Minister. As the Grand Sima said, the Emperor has never been tempted to take risks. This is a blessing for our ministers."
"But it may not be a good thing for Da Sima. If not, why would Wei Yan have anything to do with him?"
Feng Yong's silence became longer and longer.
(End of chapter)
