Fighting for the most advantageous situation in different environments was their way of survival for many years.
The Feng family was the same, but they saw it more clearly and were more decisive in making their choices.
According to Feng Jue's understanding of the family, this matter was most likely settled.
Cheng Jing suddenly asked him, "Actually … there's always something I don't understand …"
Feng Jue tilted his head and looked at him. "What is it?"
Cheng Jing said, "Why did Huaijie assist the lord in the beginning? Was it because of the friendship of youth? "
Master Qiguan could not understand why Wei Ci wanted to be Jiang Pengji's strategist. Cheng Jing also could not understand why Feng Jue followed Huang Song.
Huang Song trusted Feng Jue so much, and Feng Jue treated Huang Song the same way.
Everything had a reason. Everything had a reason, didn't it?
Feng Jue was speechless in his heart.
Friendship of youth?
It shouldn't be considered.
When Feng Jin brought the pregnant Wei Jingxian to Shangjing as a hostage, Feng Jue, the mischievous child, also followed them.
Because he was bored, he wandered around and coincidentally met Huang Song, who was on patrol in Shangjing. He helped Feng Jue out of trouble and they got to know each other.
Up until the earthquake in Shangjing, Feng Jue had only known Huang Song for three to four months.
How deep a friendship of youth could there be in three to four months?
Cheng Jing saw through Feng Jue's gaze and asked, "Why is that?"
"Have you ever thought about what you want to do?" Feng Jue asked in return, "Something that won't make you lose interest quickly."
Cheng Jing was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Feng Jue seemed to be narcissistic. "Ever since I could remember, I have shown talent that others can't match. I learn everything very quickly. When I completely learned it, I felt how boring it was to repeat it day after day. Even my life became barren. Wasn't it a waste of time to do nothing? My elder brother disapproved of Jue's actions and often reprimanded and reminded me. Later, when I met the lord, my second brother harbored a deep prejudice against me. The earthquake in Dongqing and the country was not about to collapse. At that time, I saw a different ambition in the lord. "
He saw an ambition that even Huang Song himself had not discovered.
It was this little bit of ambition that allowed him, whose life was as barren as a desert, to see the hope of an oasis.
Feng Jue had deliberately set things up and pushed Huang Song from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, allowing him to rise higher and higher and be envied by others. He had also caused him to suffer a heavy blow when he was full of himself. He was suspected and even frozen by the Dongqing Emperor, allowing the bud called ambition to completely sprout.
Feng Jin didn't like Huang Song. He thought that Huang Song was of low birth and that Huang Song had an ulterior motive for getting close to Feng Jue. He thought that Huang Song was restricted by his birth and that he wouldn't be able to become someone great. Since that was the case, Feng Jue decided to do the opposite. What could be more challenging than raising a Son of Heaven?
Even though this was a huge project, Feng Jue still had a lot of fun.
In a sense, both Jiang Pengji in her previous life and Huang Song in this life were pitiful to have met such a terrible strategist.
Cheng Jing listened in silence for a while and finally understood what Feng Jue wanted to express. He looked at Feng Jue with a complicated gaze.
If Qiguan Rang and Yang Si were non-mainstream strategists, then Feng Jue was a "naughty child" strategist. He was far more self-willed than the former.
He secretly felt sorry for his lord!
Feng Jue's voice was flat. "Assisting the lord is what I want to do. I won't lose interest in it soon."
He did not have the perseverance and faith of Han Yu and the others who tirelessly pursued "Tao." He only followed his heart and nature.
I can do whatever I want, no one else can control me …
Yes, he was so willful!
Cheng Jing was speechless.
Sigh, I'd better feel sorry for my lord.
Huang Song's two days of self-reflection were still effective. It was definitely not as simple as what he said. Instead, he seriously put it into practice.
However, the disharmony between the civil and military officials was already very serious. It was not something that could be resolved with a few words. It still needed a heavy dose of medicine.
Huang Song deeply understood the contradictions among the people and complained incessantly.
The tears that flowed from his eyes were all the water that had poured into his brain back then.
The crux of the problem of the disharmony between the civil and military officials still lay with Huang Song. As long as he, the lord, was impartial, the atmosphere below would naturally be purged. For this reason, Huang Song specially created a public relations crisis. He set up a banquet and invited the civil and military officials to attend.
At the banquet, Huang Song took advantage of his "drunkenness". His eyes were red, and he bitterly and bitterly reflected on his mistakes. At the same time, he played the sad card, creating a sad atmosphere of being surrounded by strong enemies and hidden dangers within. He did not criticize others. Instead, he blamed himself and took all the blame that did not belong to him. Everyone in the tent blushed when they heard this and began to reflect on themselves.
Huang Song was also an award-winning actor. He sang, recited, acted, and performed a set of punches. The effect was better than expected.
After that, he repeatedly beat them, and the atmosphere was refreshed.
There was not much time left for Huang Song. Jiang Pengji would recuperate for a few more months at most. The earliest would be next spring, and the latest would be next autumn's harvest.
Huang Song was like a student who had wasted a winter and summer vacation. He only worked hard overnight to finish his homework when school was about to start.
Even if he finished his homework on time, his learning efficiency was not as good as that of a well-behaved student with a solid foundation.
As the most powerful vassal in Dongqing, Jiang Pengji's every move would inevitably attract the attention of her neighbors.
Needless to say, Huang Song was now hiding in his own territory and quietly growing stronger, waiting for a good opportunity.
Another "neighbor" separated by Zhanjiang Pass was also secretly observing her.
On one hand, she eliminated the hidden dangers within and on the other hand, she paid attention to the enemy's movements.
"Cough, cough, cough … If there's any news in the future, continue to pass it to me …"
After Nie Liang finished speaking, Wei Dan brought up the medicine that was just the right temperature. He stared at Nie Liang and drank it all.
Wei Dan said, "Okay."
Nie Liang drank the bitter medicine and coughed for a while. It took him a while to recover. His bloodshot eyes were watery.
"I knew Liu Xi was a disaster, but I didn't expect him to break through in a desperate situation. He has become a troublesome person now."
Wei Dan said, "This is not surprising. Zixiao has his eyes on her after all."
If she did not have the potential to win, why would Wei Ci choose her?
Which vassal in troubled times did not climb up by stepping on the bones of their enemies?
Nie Liang's eyes were as cold as the cold moonlight, flashing with rays of light.
There were many hidden dangers in the Nie family, and he had already thought of ways to deal with them.
He had no ambition and was not keen on power. Originally, Nie Liang only wanted to assist the head of the Nie family to ascend to the throne, but it was different now.
If he did not seize it now, could he watch helplessly as the Nie family's foundation was destroyed by a group of people blinded by greed?
The Nie family seemed to be at the height of its power, but in fact, it was going downhill.
According to his understanding of Jiang Pengji, this woman's ambition would never be satisfied with just Dongqing.
The Nie family, or Zhongzhao, was also a piece of meat that she coveted.
If Nie Liang wanted to protect the Nie family, he had to fight for it and seize it.
As long as he was the final victor, the Nie family would be safe.
"Cough, cough … Zishun, my mouth is a little bitter. Help me get some candied plums …"
Of course, he had to recuperate before that.
The situation of the world was like the clouds in the sky, moving when the wind blew and calming when the wind stopped.
Jiang Pengji led her troops to stir up the forces in the south of Dongqing. After she was done, she returned home in glory with spoils of war and fruits.
"It's another year. What should we eat for this year's New Year's banquet?"
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