Huang Song's family background was a shortcoming that could not be ignored. Ordinary aristocratic families looked down on him.
It was the right time to become an official. Not only would he not lower himself, but he could also help Huang Song and increase his bargaining chips.
If they waited for Huang Song to conquer the world before relying on him, it would just be the icing on the cake, and Huang Song wouldn't even care.
Who would have thought that Jiang Pengji, the bandit, would emerge as a new force? She single-handedly muddled the situation, and in the end, she made a beautiful comeback.
Are you stupid?
He was indeed a fool!
Where was Feng Jue?
Why would Huang Song, who was poor and had no foundation, need Feng Jue's help?
Tang Yao and Feng Jin's original thoughts were very similar. Since Feng Jue was already so rebellious, he might as well go into the sea and become a lord to conquer the world.
He was the lord, and he was the strategist.
If Feng Jue's business improved, the Feng Group would still be his most solid trump card.
Wasn't this better than relying on Huang Song?
To make a common analogy, the N generations of super-rich people didn't start their own businesses, but instead helped ordinary middle-class kids to start their own businesses.
His brain must have been flooded with water!
All in all, he did not understand the mind of a prodigy.
"Feng Sanlang became an official and helped Huang Song, not for fame, not for profit, and not to show his ambition and cleanse the world …" Tang Yao thought of something, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face. He deliberated and said, "Maybe he helped Huang Song for another reason? If Huang Song's army is defeated, Feng Sanlang's life will not be in danger, but he will be 'trapped in the middle of the wilderness'. Perhaps that will be exactly what he wants. "
The more he said, the more Tang Yao believed in his own judgment.
He rubbed his hands excitedly as if he had discovered a piece of gossip.
What kind of eyesight did Master Yuanjing have? How could he not see through a student's imagination?
According to Tang Yao's logic, Feng Ren did not beat his son, Feng Jue, to death because of his father's true love for his son. Feng Jue helped Huang Song wholeheartedly without asking for anything else. Maybe it was also some kind of true love? Haha, this kind of "flawless" logic is great!
Master Yuanjing felt exhausted.
He vaguely understood the real reason why Feng Jue helped Huang Song.
"Speaking of which, Feng Sanlang is quite similar to me when I was young …"
Tang Yao exclaimed and looked up at Yuan Jing.
"Similar?"
"Very similar," Master Yuanjing could not help but laugh. "High talent, arrogant, arrogant, and self-centered. It was precisely because there was no difficulty in learning anything that he came up with the idea that 'everyone else is stupid, but I'm the only smart one'. On one hand, he felt that nothing in the world could be too difficult for him. On the other hand, he was tirelessly looking for things that could frustrate him. Naturally, this is also the reason why I set up the Dao of 'having students everywhere'. "
He felt that he was too smart. He had to find something difficult to stump him, or else it would be too boring.
Life was so long. Was he going to be bored and idle away his entire life?
Dispirited my ass, let's get high!
Of course, such chuunibyou thoughts were something that only came to him when he was young.
After years of accumulation and growth, Mister Yuanjing really liked the feeling of teaching and educating people. He followed his own path seriously.
Feng Jue was most likely the same.
"Perhaps to Feng Sanlang, helping an impossible person to ascend the world is a very interesting thing." Master Yuanjing smiled bitterly and said, "Although I've never met him, Feng Sanlang made me feel like I was looking at my younger self. It was unknown if he had already found his own 'Dao', or if he was still blindly moving forward. If it's the former, he won't have any regrets even if he loses, right? "
Because he didn't know what he really wanted, he would not feel regret even if he lost it after wasting so many years.
When Feng Jue really matured and looked back, would he feel heartache and regret?
Master Yuanjing sighed.
That night, at the Cheng Mansion.
"It's gone, it's gone, it's really gone!" The doctor tested Cheng Cheng's temperature. Indeed, the fever had started to go down.
The servant girl in the room immediately passed the good news to Mrs. Cheng, Cheng Yuan, and Cheng Sanniang, who were waiting anxiously outside.
When the three of them heard the good news, they immediately cried tears of joy.
It was good that the fever had gone down. If Cheng Cheng collapsed, their backbone would be gone.
Mrs. Cheng put her palms together gratefully and said, "Son, remember to prepare a generous gift tomorrow and personally thank Master."
Cheng Yuan nodded heavily with his eyes red.
They endured for a few more hours. Dawn broke, and the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds.
"He's awake, Master is awake!"
Good news came one after another. Mrs. Cheng walked excitedly to Cheng Cheng's bed with the help of her children.
"Wen Fu, Wen Fu …"
Madam Cheng was very emotional. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
Cheng Cheng felt his body heavy. He couldn't move his limbs. His eyelids were so heavy as if they were filled with lead water. He couldn't open his eyes no matter how hard he tried.
When he was seriously ill, he still had some consciousness and could hear the sounds of the outside world.
Hearing that his relatives were so worried about him, Cheng Cheng's sorrow for losing his eldest son lessened a little.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and flicked his fingers a few times. His blurry vision gradually became clear.
He felt that he had been lying there for a long time. His body and bones were so numb that they didn't feel like his own. It took him a while to recover.
"Madam …"
Cheng Cheng's eyes turned and fell on his second son and daughter who were kneeling at the side. His heart warmed.
He was about to raise his hand, but before he could raise it too high, his wife held it tightly.
Cheng Cheng forced a weak smile. "Your husband has woken up. This is a happy occasion. Don't cry … You guys should also persuade her. Crying too much will hurt her eyes."
Cheng Yuan and his sister went up to persuade Mrs. Cheng. The family of four was surrounded by a warm atmosphere.
There was a saying in the world that illness came like a landslide and went away like spinning silk. This saying was not suitable for Cheng Cheng.
The doctor felt his pulse and was surprised to find that Cheng Cheng's body seemed to have no hidden dangers other than being a little weak.
On the contrary, because of this serious illness, the stagnant Qi of illness had been released from his body. He would recover after resting for a while.
"This is really strange. I've never heard of this before!"
The doctor sighed.
Mrs. Cheng's heart skipped a beat. She told Cheng Cheng about Yuan Jing's words.
"Sir is really straightforward." Cheng Cheng looked surprised and said, "Madam, you don't know this. When I was seriously ill, I faintly felt that my body was getting lighter and lighter. There seemed to be countless sounds in my ears. Not long after, I had a mysterious dream. There were only a few scenes in the dream, but the contents of the dream confirmed Sir's assertion. I lost two sons and a daughter, and even my wife died of illness. "
Mrs. Cheng's heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed Cheng Cheng's hand.
"What should we do?"
Cheng Cheng said, "Didn't Sir say that his fate has changed? Great misfortune has turned into great fortune. This is already a blessing from God. "
The death of his eldest son could not be saved, but Cheng Cheng really did not want to lose his other two children.
Mrs. Cheng said, "In the future, I will do more good deeds. I only hope that God will count this good karma on Xun 'er's head. I hope that he will have no worries in his next life!"
Since such a mysterious thing had happened, Mrs. Cheng also believed in the words of accumulating good deeds.
Cheng Cheng said, "Yes, your husband will be with you."
He held his wife in his arms. The husband and wife remained silent.
Cheng Cheng thought about more things in his heart, which strengthened his belief!
What he was doing now was beneficial to the people's wisdom. If he really succeeded, would it not be a good deed that would be passed down for generations?
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