Feng Jue, the third son of the Feng family in Shangyang.
He had lived a carefree and noble life since he was a child. He could be said to be the chosen one born with a golden spoon in his mouth.
According to the theory of a famous psychologist, there were five kinds of human needs from low to high.
Physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, respect needs, and self-realization needs.
As the youngest legitimate son of the first noble family in Dongqing, Feng Jue was doted on by his elders since he was a child. They gave him whatever he wanted, so he naturally had no shortage of the needs of the lower class. The psychologist once said that when the needs of a certain level were met, one would naturally begin to desire the next level.
Feng Jue was naturally the same. He was born with something that others could not have. The remaining meaning of life was to pursue himself.
In layman's terms, he was a teenager who thought about challenging the impossible all day long to make further progress in his life.
Of course, his heart was lonely.
Because vulgar people could not understand his pursuit and ambition.
Just when the world was in chaos, Feng Jue refused the letter sent by his eldest brother and second brother asking him to go home and stay there. He had to go out and find a "wise master." Regardless of the feelings of his two brothers, Feng Jue's servant was a little broken down and wanted to cry. Tears fell down his face.
Feng Jue's face was covered with dirt and he scolded him angrily.
"Why are you crying? You're so annoying. Shut up! "
The servant cried even harder. His voice was hoarse, and his tears turned from one to a torrential downpour. He was very sad.
He was not crying about how his Langjun loved to court death. He was grieving that he was going to die at such a young age.
Yes, he was going to die at such a young age.
When they were crossing the mountains, they were caught by a nest of bandits. They were now in the woodshed of the bandits' lair.
The little servant felt that there was no hope of escape. Naturally, he wanted to cry to his heart's content.
The bandits who caught them were all fiercer than the other. In short, the little servant was very scared. On the contrary, Feng Jue was very calm.
"What's the use of crying?"
The servant sobbed. "Third Langjun, this place is so remote. If something happens, I'm afraid your family won't know."
Feng Jue said, "I didn't even cry. Do you think my life is less important than yours?"
At this time, Feng Jue was young and full of vigor. He had the arrogance of a young man from an aristocratic family. The servant was speechless, but he did not dare to disobey.
There was no other reason. If it weren't for the attendant dragging them down, Feng Jue wouldn't have been caught.
The errand boy was frightened by the bandits who jumped out and kept clinging to Feng Jue, making it impossible for him to pull out his sword and causing Feng Jue to be captured by the bandits.
In short, the errand boy was very timid now. He was afraid that he would be killed by the angry Feng Jue before he died in the hands of the bandits.
"I, I'm sorry, Langjun! I didn't mean to burden you!"
Feng Jue's mind was also in a mess at this time, and the boy servant was making all kinds of noise in his ear. He really couldn't help but go down.
The errand boy muttered insensibly.
"Actually, if San Langjun hadn't run away from home …"
Feng Jue said angrily, "Shut up!"
Did he run away from home?
He was fumbling ahead for his ideals and life!
Mediocre people did not understand his pursuit and ambition at all.
After the master and servant had hurt each other for a while, the door of the woodshed that had been closed for a long time finally opened.
A few tall and burly figures stood at the door against the light. Feng Jue's heart tightened, but he also knew that this was not the time to panic.
The bandits did not kill them on the spot or interrogate them, mostly because the master and servant still had some value.
The negotiation would most likely affect the lives of the two of them.
In any case, saving their lives was the most important.
They could not let these bandits think that the master and servant were fat sheep that could be easily slaughtered. When the time came, they would kill the hostages of the Feng family. After all, no one could escape unscathed after offending the Feng family. It was better to kill the hostages and end all troubles once and for all. However, they could not let the bandits think that the two of them had no value at all. For the bandits, the worthless captives were too old and sour even if they were chopped up and fed to pigs.
Only when the value was not high or low, and they found the right position, could they survive safely.
If it really did not work, Feng Jue could still hide his identity and feign civility with the bandits. After gaining their trust, he could plan a later plan and contact the Feng family.
"Where are you taking me and Langjun?"
The errand boy shrank his head in fear like a quail, but he still plucked up the courage to ask the bandits why they were here.
The bandits snorted coldly, picked up the collar of the boy servant, and dragged him away.
One of the bandits asked Feng Jue with his eyes. Feng Jue's expression froze, and he waved his hand. "No, I have my own legs."
Third Lang of the Feng family would definitely not embarrass the Feng family!
Feng Jue went to see the bandit leader with this idea.
Where was the bandit leader?
Feng Jue stood in the huge hall. The main seat was draped with a neat tiger skin, and the woman who sat in the "indifferent" posture was sitting there. The woman's expression was cold and unruly, and there was a cute big cat's butt lying on her lap that everyone wanted to hug, kiss, and scratch. It was obviously a tiger!
The tiger, the king of all beasts, was lying on the woman's lap like a cat, and from time to time, it let out comfortable and coquettish snores.
There was no doubt that the bandit leader Feng Jue wanted to see was none other than this woman.
"What's your name?" The woman was too lazy to lift her eyelids, and her slender fingers moved through the tiger's fur.
Feng Jue thought of something and bowed respectfully. "I'm Feng San."
"Feng … San?" The woman smiled lazily.
She rubbed her bare feet on the tiger's belly, and the obedient tiger rubbed its big furry face on her knee.
This scene was really harmonious and beautiful … What the hell!
Feng Jue did not think that this tiger was kind and cute. There was still raw meat hanging from the corner of its mouth!
"Are you really called Feng San? What kind of parents would give their son such a name? "
Feng Jue lied through his teeth, "My family is poor. Although my parents want to support my third son to study, their ability is limited after all."
"Third son? You have an elder brother besides you in your family? "
Feng Jue said, "Yes, the eldest brother is Feng Da, the second brother is Feng Er, and I'm the third. Naturally, I'm Feng San."
When he lowered his head, he did not notice a hint of a smile flashing across the woman's eyes.
That smile was not a kind smile, but a blatant mockery.
It was true that Feng Jue's acting skills were passable, but the boy servant beside him was not. Did he not see that the boy servant's expression was full of flaws?
Feng Jue was lying!
However, the name Feng San was simple and crude. It was probably similar to the pronunciation of the family's San Langjun, right?
The woman did not pursue the matter, and only said, "Your family is poor? Then I can't let you live. Drag him down and chop him up to feed him. That way, we can save some meat. "
Chop him up to feed who?
Just look at the excited look on the tiger's face as it crouched beside the woman.
The boy servant was so scared that he fainted. Feng Jue did not look too good either.
He tried his best to fight for the possibility of survival.
For example.
Although his family was poor, he was good at reading and was knowledgeable. Unfortunately, he was born into a poor family, so he could not enter the officialdom to seek an official career.
If the woman let him live, he was willing to be the woman's inept advisor and help her manage the bandit stronghold. It was also a way out.
The woman sneered, "Do you want to be a bandit like me?"
Feng Jue said, "There are 360 professions, and every profession is worth a try."
So what if he was a bandit?
Couldn't bandits have the ambition to improve themselves and work hard to expand their career?
Professional discrimination was unacceptable!
Feng Jue spoke with fervor and assurance again. The surrounding bandits who were listening were tempted, but the woman had the final say in the bandit stronghold. If she refused to agree, no matter how much the bandits valued Feng Jue's talent, Feng Jue could only be chopped up and fed to the tiger.
After a while, the woman nodded and said, "He's a little interesting. Keep him. Is the boy servant next to you? "
Feng Jue said, "Yes. My family is poor, but it's still possible to buy a cheap boy servant."
The woman said, "Throw him into the backyard to clean and wash clothes. We're in need of a handyman."
Thus, Feng Jue successfully transformed into "Feng San" and became the inept advisor of the bandit stronghold.
He slowly gained the trust of the woman, Jiang Pengji. Only then did he know that the seemingly ordinary stronghold actually had a wide range of businesses.
Not only did they have a part-time job of robbing people, but they also worked as bodyguards to escort people.
What if no one hired them?
They could rob people and see if the merchants they stopped wanted to be robbed or if they wanted to hire them as bodyguards.
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Feng Jue was dumbfounded by the bandits' actions.
"Isn't it … not good to do this?"
The woman rolled her eyes. "We are bandits. When have bandits ever been reasonable?"
Bandits were unreasonable, especially the bandit leader, Jiang Pengji. Not only did she dare to rob rich people, but she also dared to rob the officials of Dongqing's government. She was simply lawless. Feng Jue complained in his heart, but in fact, he was taking the side of the evildoer.
After a few months, Feng Jue was gradually brainwashed by the woman. He surprisingly agreed with all kinds of words she said.
Every night, he told himself to calm down, but during the day, he followed the bandit leader everywhere to challenge and annex the surrounding bandit strongholds.
For the sustainable development of the bandit stronghold, Feng Jue also worked day and night.
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As a genius advisor, Feng Jue was also keenly aware of the suspicious aspects of the bandit stronghold.
The seemingly unreasonable bandit leader seemed to be secretly planning something. There was nothing to study about the other bandits, but the bandit leader was very suspicious! In order to solve this mystery, Feng Jue had several opportunities to leave the bandit stronghold, but he didn't. He continued to stay.
One day, Feng Jue made great contributions in annexing the bandits' stronghold. He arranged all kinds of personnel very well.
The bandit stronghold held a celebration banquet. As the inept advisor, Feng Jue was also surrounded by the crowd and drank a lot of wine.
As he drank, he got drunk. When Feng Jue was young, he didn't have a good alcohol tolerance. When he drank too much, his eyes were watery. His behavior was very different from usual. He was drunk and couldn't hold back the words in his heart. He boldly asked the doubts in his heart, but he found out Jiang Pengji's "big plan"!
"I want to overturn this world!"
The bandit leader, who was also drunk, climbed onto the roof. He held a wine pot in one hand and pointed at the full moon in the sky with the other.
"I want the sun and the moon to turn upside down. I want all living beings to surrender to me!"
Feng Jue crouched under the ladder with the wine pot in his arms and clapped for her.
"Great ambition, First Master!"
Jiang Pengji asked him drunkenly, "What do you want to do?"
Feng Jue said drunkenly, "My ambition isn't as great as yours."
He was really drunk, but the First Master seemed to be drunk, but in fact, his eyes were clear and bright. Occasionally, there was a sly glint in his eyes.
Feng Jue roared at the moon, "I want to achieve what the predecessors couldn't do!"
There was no obstacle in the world that Feng Jue couldn't overcome!
What was so interesting about making use of the Feng family's background to dominate the court? Dongqing, the court, the corrupt officials … Which one of them was worthy of him?
Was the Emperor of Dongqing worthy of him bowing down to him?
When he thought of his eldest brother and second brother following the path arranged by their families and living according to the prescribed order, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
It wasn't because he felt uncomfortable, but because his two brothers couldn't live according to their wishes.
"You want to overturn the world, overturn the sun and the moon, and make all living beings surrender to you. I'll help you do these impossible things!"
This time, it was Jiang Pengji's turn to clap for him with the wine pot in her arms.
"Great ambition, Military Advisor Feng San!"
Feng Jue's cheeks were red from the drunkenness. He swayed left and right with weak footsteps. He waved his hand and said, "Well said! It's a small matter! It's not worth bragging about! "
The moon that night was bright and clean. It was cold, but it didn't make one feel cold. Instead, it was very comfortable.
It was also from that night onwards that Feng Jue and the bandit leader had a strange tacit understanding that outsiders couldn't explain. Drinking, having fun, and stirring up trouble were things that Feng Jue couldn't or didn't dare to do in his life 10 or 20 years ago. Feng Jue had done them all happily even though he was the third son of the Feng family.
He thought that meeting Jiang Pengji was the best accident in life. But as time went by, the world changed. His identity changed from Feng San, Feng Jue, Military Advisor Feng, to Official Feng … It seemed that he had gained a lot, but in fact, he had lost more things when his identity changed. Some of these things were given up willingly, and some were lost because he was forced to do so.
Many years later, the female bandit leader became the ruler of the world. When she drunkenly called him "Feng San", Feng Jue also responded with a "drunken" smile. It seemed to be intimate, but it was actually alienating. Or rather, they both knew that the other party wasn't drunk. They were just pretending to be drunk.
They used to talk about everything, but now they were distant and indifferent.
Feng Jue had his own difficulties. He became the person she once hated the most and walked the path that was completely opposite to her expectations.
The dream was long and meaningful. Feng Jue lay on the bed and couldn't help but smile. Sometimes he frowned and felt sad.
Until the sound of the bell rang faintly in his ears and woke him up from the dream.
"Why … is it so noisy outside?"
Feng Jue opened his eyes. He, who had a gray beard and hair, had suffered a serious illness recently. His condition had only improved in the past few days. That was why he was dreaming about the interesting events of his youth.
The bell outside had yet to stop. Feng Jue felt that it was very noisy.
At this time, the filial son and grandson who were guarding outside said in a trembling voice, "The emperor of Daxing …"
Feng Jue felt that something was wrong.
"Who?"
The eldest son said with a pale face, "The emperor of Daxing … passed away half an hour ago …"
Feng Jue sat on the bed. The string of beads in his hands scattered all over the ground.
The person who had been companions for nearly 40 years …
Left just like that?
They met insignificant people and got to know each other by chance. Although it was absurd, it was still an interesting conversation between the ruler and the minister.
The only flaw in this interesting conversation was that the ending was not what they were happy to see. The relationship between the ruler and the minister did not last to the end. Instead, it was alienation and indifference.
"Father … please … restrain your grief …"
Feng Jue was silent for a long time. From the first glimmer of dawn to the approaching dusk, he finally snapped out of his trance. His body stiffly picked up the scattered beads on the ground.
"Come, change your clothes and enter the palace to see the former emperor."
The former emperor had passed away. Even if the minister was too sick to get up, he still had to crawl over.
Feng Jue didn't know that the new emperor who had ascended the throne after being suppressed by the aristocrats still had some affection for the Feng family. But he couldn't take the initiative to give them something to use against him.
After all, the former emperor and the former emperor's daughter were different.
"In the future … I'll have to make a living in the hands of your daughter …"
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