Feng Ren and his son sat in the speeding carriage.
The sound of the wheels was mixed with the bustling noise in the carriage, but it couldn't break the strange silence between the two of them.
After a long time, Feng Ren sighed and said calmly, "Does your hand still hurt?"
Feng Jin sat upright. His face was abnormally pale, and his lips were slightly blue. The wound on his right arm had been bandaged by the medical officer, but the blood had soaked through most of his sleeves and arms. It hadn't dried up yet, and the strong smell filled the entire carriage. He looked rather pathetic.
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore …" Feng Jin lowered his eyes and answered. He asked hesitantly, "Father, the Emperor …"
Feng Ren interrupted him and said, "I'm afraid the Emperor is determined to unite with the three tribes of the Northern Borderline by marriage to stabilize the war situation at the border … Even a child wouldn't bother to use such a naive scheme, but the Emperor … can't help him after all!"
Feng Jin didn't miss a word that his father said. The more he listened, the more nervous he became, as if a small drum was beating intensely in his heart.
Did his father mean that … he was ready to give up the hopeless Dongqing royal family?
"You were a little reckless today. If it weren't for Liu Zhongqing's strong martial arts, you wouldn't have just injured your arm."
Feng Ren's voice was a little more pitiful and resentful. After all, it was his son who was injured, and the pain was in his father's heart.
Feng Jin lowered his eyes and silently listened to Feng Ren's rebuke.
He didn't like to stand out, but today he had a conflict with the warriors of the Northern Borderline and was even injured by them. Naturally, he had his reasons.
If he went forward, he would at most be injured, but if the warriors of the Northern Borderline pointed their spears at the crown prince of the Count of Zhenbei, someone might die.
Everyone knew that there were hungry wolves in Dongqing. The Count of Zhenbei was the last stronghold of Dongqing in the north. If something happened to the crown prince of the Count of Zhenbei, who knew what those people would do? How arrogant would the three tribes of the Northern Borderline be?
Maybe it was because of the family tradition, Feng Jin and Feng Ren usually didn't care who was the emperor.
However, Feng Jin was still young and hot-blooded. He could not watch what happened today become the fuse for the downfall of the Count of Zhenbei. When the time came, the three tribes of the Northern Borderline would no longer be able to stop them. They would be able to send their troops south and march straight into the hinterland of Dongqing, causing the people to be plunged into misery and suffering.
Therefore, Feng Jin stopped the Crown Prince of Count Zhenbei and went forward to face the provocation of those warriors from the Northern Borderline. He was defeated and was injured.
If he hadn't been quick-witted and asked Jiang Pengji for help, it would have been more than just an arm injury.
Thinking of Jiang Pengji, Feng Jin's expression softened a little and he felt a little more warm.
At this moment, he somewhat understood what it felt like for a ranger in a common story to be willing to risk his life for the sake of his brother.
Feng Ren changed his tone and said somewhat angrily.
"However, have you ever thought about what would happen if that brat's martial arts skills aren't good enough and he gets implicated because of you?"
Feng Jin was speechless. He was about to say that Jiang Pengji's martial arts skills were excellent, but Feng Ren did not give him a chance to speak.
"Forget it, I owe Liu Zhongqing a favor this time. I'll find a chance to repay him in the future."
For a moment, the carriage returned to silence.
Feng Ren closed his eyes and could not help but start to think about what to do next.
The current royal family of Dongqing was like mud that couldn't be helped. In order to take back the power in the hands of the aristocratic families, that man made even more foolish moves. He secretly supported the influence of his relatives and condoned the power of the eunuchs. He tried to muddy the waters so that he could fish in troubled waters and reap the benefits.
What was the result?
The struggle between the aristocratic families, the collective group of eunuchs, and the increasingly powerful influence of the relatives became more and more intense. The current emperor had great ambitions, but he did not have the means to control his subordinates. It was originally just a problem of the aristocratic families' power, but now it had become a hidden danger that affected the entire court and the whole of Dongqing.
The Feng family had been passed down for more than a thousand years. What kind of storms and waves had they not seen?
Dongqing was just like a big ship that was leaking and in danger of sinking at any time.
Now, it was time to retreat bravely and temporarily lay dormant to wait for the general trend of the world.
But after a while, Feng Ren already had a plan in his mind. Feng Jin, who was beside him, was still worried.
The carriage went straight to Shangyang Palace. The towering palace was like a giant beast lying on the ground. Although it was late at night, the palace lights were not extinguished. If one looked down from above, the brightly lit Shangyang Palace was like a brilliant pearl embedded on the ground.
The emperor wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Every day, he would play with the palace maids and concubines. He was extremely luxurious. Occasionally, when he wanted to have an affair, he would either visit the officials' homes incognito, humiliate the officials' wives, or kidnap women and lock them in the Summer Palace. The officials in Shangjing were angry but dared not say anything.
In the early years, Feng Ren still had expectations for the emperor. He dared to speak and be angry, but naturally, he was not liked by the emperor.
If he was not the leader of the Feng family and the emperor did not dare to touch him, he would have lost his official position and his family would have suffered.
"Minister of the Secretariat, what's wrong with you today? At this time, His Majesty has already gone to bed … "
Feng Ren smiled coldly. His eyes seemed to be penetrating with cold knives. His tough attitude was completely different from his usual good guy image.
Feng Ren waved his sleeves angrily. "Gone to bed early? Assistant Liu, you can talk to a three-year-old kid, but it's not enough to deal with me. You and I know what kind of person His Majesty is. If I don't see His Majesty today, I won't leave. "
Decadent sounds had already come out of the palace, and the air was filled with an extremely extravagant smell. Did he tell him that the emperor had already gone to bed?
Did he really think that he, Feng Xiande, was a three-year-old kid?
Assistant Liu had lost his virginity since he was a child. His voice was extremely shrill, and his appearance was neither male nor female. However, he could climb to the position of Assistant Liu in the Shuraba of Shangyang Palace and become a close eunuch trusted by the emperor. He was naturally good at observing people.
He smiled awkwardly. "Minister of the Secretariat entered the palace late at night. Logically speaking, I should report as soon as possible. However, His Majesty has been working hard for the affairs of the Northern Borderline recently, and he often gets angry. It's also very difficult for me. Why don't Minister of the Secretariat secretly tell me that if the matter you entered the palace to report is really important, I'll report it for you even at the risk of being punished by His Majesty. "
Normally, Feng Ren would definitely be so angry that he would leave when Assistant Liu put him in such a difficult position. He didn't want to argue with a eunuch.
But today, he answered with a cold smile, "Resign."
Assistant Liu's face changed dramatically. He said, "What happened? How did you make Minister of the Secretariat so angry? Resignation is not a trivial matter. Once it's said, it's hard to take it back … Why did you … "
Feng Ren said with a cold face, "It seems that His Majesty is really asleep. I won't disturb him. I'll write to His Majesty tomorrow …"
Assistant Liu didn't dare to stop him. He quickly said that he would go in and report.
No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Feng Ren's resignation at this time was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
Feng Jin secretly looked at the luxurious and exquisite Shangyang Palace, and then looked at the arrogant Assistant Liu. A chill spread in his heart.
Feng Ren said coldly with a fake smile, "Then I'll have to trouble Assistant Liu."
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