If he wasn't even afraid of death, what else was there to be afraid of?
Wei Ci was distracted by Feng Zhen. He was a little tempted, but he suppressed it with his rationality.
"It's still too early …"
Feng Langzi found out about this. Wei Ci was mentally prepared for it to be widely publicized.
"Now that the lord's hegemony has just taken off, it's really not appropriate to consider personal relationships. If others know about this, not only will the outside world be talking about it, but I'm afraid the lord's strategists and generals will also have other thoughts. "Wei Ci couldn't help but warn Feng Zhen.
Feng Zhen was in a particularly good mood now that he had something on Wei Ci.
"Is it that serious?"
Knowing that Feng Zhen was deliberately playing dumb, Wei Ci still had to explain patiently.
"It's much more serious than that."
The human heart was sinister, and they were not stingy with using the most despicable and sinister thoughts to speculate about others.
Most of the people were ignorant. Once someone took the lead, it wouldn't take long for the affairs of the lord and her subordinates to be spread everywhere. Open your mouth to start a rumor, but run your legs to refute it. Wei Ci could totally imagine how embarrassing the unofficial history would be and how nasty the people would say it.
This was just the outside world. Wanzhou would also be in turmoil because of this.
Wei Ci being roasted on the fire was secondary. He was afraid that some people would be indignant and think that Jiang Pengji always gave Wei Ci preferential treatment.
Once people had such thoughts, there would be more conflicts, and the people's hearts would be scattered. The power in Wanzhou would no longer be united and stable as before.
After his rebirth, Wei Ci analyzed his past life many times from the perspective of an outsider. Each time, he made different discoveries and comprehensions.
In his past life, the lord treated her subordinates fairly, rewarded and punished appropriately, and was clear about rewards and punishments. This was one of her strengths.
If he wanted to strive for the throne again, this advantage had to be continued.
Feng Zhen said tactfully, "Zixiao, you don't trust me? Tell me what you can, and never reveal a word about what you can't. "
Wei Ci snorted. Of course, he knew that Feng Zhen seemed to be unrestrained, but he was actually very careful.
"I hope so."
Feng Zhen said to Wei Ci, "I've always felt that something was wrong. Although you didn't say anything, I always felt that you had a lot on your mind. You're sensitive and thoughtful. This is both your strength and your weakness. If there's something that's hard to say, you can tell me. Why do you have to suffer? "
No matter what sorrowful things were, once they were spoken, they would feel carefree.
Wei Ci sneered coldly. If he were to treat Feng Zhen as someone he could confide in, wouldn't the other party be able to grasp hold of his weaknesses?
If Feng Zhen threatened him with this and asked him to cover for him, help him skip work, secretly drink, and visit brothels, what should he do?
Don't think that Feng Zhen wouldn't do something like that.
Wei Ci knew very well what kind of unreliable things Feng Langzi had done in his previous life.
He bullied Li Yun, Dian Yan and the other generals, who were all honest people. He cheated them of their salary to buy wine and often skipped work.
His crimes were too numerous to list!
"Happiness should be enjoyed in time. How can it be delayed?" Feng Zhen said. "When people live to a hundred years old, what they seek is to be free and unfettered, to enjoy themselves in the moment."
Therefore, he could not understand why Wei Ci was so cautious and indecisive, hoping to have the best of both worlds, but in the end, he could not get anything good from either end.
He who is sensitive and thinks too much will not live long.
Perhaps there were more inside stories that he did not know, but from what Feng Zhen could see, if Wei Ci continued on like this, he would only hurt himself and others.
No — not necessarily hurting others, but definitely hurting oneself.
He rolled up the blanket and went to sleep, leaving Wei Ci stunned on the spot with a thoughtful look on his face.
On the other side, Li Yun also obediently hired an iceman to hunt a pair of wild geese.
The three letters and six rites were all there.
Due to the special circumstances, the whole process only took about half a month.
Cheng Jing completed the task that Huang Song had given him perfectly. He had quietly returned with a secret letter from Jiang Pengji and did not attend the wedding.
Although time was tight, Jiang Pengji did not mistreat Shangguan Wan. Everything that needed to be prepared had been prepared for her. It was as if she was marrying her younger sister. Speaking of marrying her younger sister, Jiang Pengji was also experienced. She only cared about the overall situation, and the other details would be taken care of by others.
A few days before the wedding, the smile on Li Yun's face never disappeared. Not only did he walk with the wind, but he also floated.
However, Shangguan Wan was perturbed and restless. She always felt that everything now was beautiful like an illusory dream.
Once this dream was pierced, she would be beaten back to the cruel reality and continue to be a widow who was tortured by others and could not see a future.
In the words of the livestream's audience, this was called "premarital anxiety."
Jiang Pengji was busy with work, so she could only entrust Huijun to help her ease Shangguan Wan's worries, so that Wan 'er would not overthink things.
Huijun's thoughts were exquisite and incisive. Every sentence she said hit the nail on Shangguan Wan's head, and the knot in her heart was easily resolved.
Under the anxious anticipation of the two newlyweds, the day of the wedding finally arrived.
As the first bachelor in the Wanzhou Group to get rid of a single partner, Li Yun was not only handsome and likable, but he was also popular, so basically all the colleagues who could attend were present. Feng Jin's wife, Wei Jingxian, even played the role of a "blessed" wife and helped Shangguan Wan wring her face.
"Sister Jingxian, I … I'm a little nervous …"
Shangguan Wan was no longer that immature girl. The last time she got married, she felt that she was not attending a wedding, but her own funeral. But today, her little heart was thumping uncontrollably, making her feel helpless and flustered.
"Today is the wedding, so you can't speak carelessly," Wei Jingxian said with a smile. "Forget everything that happened in the past."
Shangguan Wan was still nervous. She involuntarily clenched her hands under her wide sleeves, leaving shallow fingernail marks on her palms.
Li Yun came to fetch the bride on time, and the smile on his face became even more radiant.
His life goals were very simple: to take care of his master, marry a wife, and have children.
Now that he had both, he was naturally beaming with happiness, smiling so widely that only his teeth could be seen.
Feng Jin's Changsheng and Feng Zhen's Feng Yi became virgins. Changsheng was still young, so she happily rolled around on the bed in the bridal room a few times. Feng Zhen's only son, Feng Yi, on the other hand, kept a straight face and silently sat on the bedding. He stayed for a while symbolically before coming down.
Feng Yi was the child of Feng Zhen's deceased wife. His appearance was like Feng Zhen's, but his temperament was like his mother's, extremely reserved.
Because he was born prematurely, Feng Yi was slightly weaker than Feng Zhen and rarely appeared in front of others.
When the crowd saw Feng Yi, they were so shocked that they forgot how to speak.
A guy like Feng Zhen, who had no boundaries, actually gave birth to a serious and refined son. It was a genetic mutation!
"Hello, Uncles!"
Feng Yi bowed obediently. At such a young age, he already had the demeanor of a gentleman.
"Today is Uncle Hanmei's big day. You don't have to be so formal." Feng Zhen caressed his son's hair and casually dismissed him. He had no choice. With his own son by his side, he couldn't drink to his heart's content. "You have to have the demeanor of an elder brother. Don't bully the weak."
Feng Yi looked frail, but his demeanor was excellent. He really lived up to the name Feng Zhen had given him.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
They thought that a prodigal son like Feng Zhen would give birth to a son who was extremely daring and dared to dance on his grave.
But what happened?
"Good bamboo shoots come from evil bamboo!"
Feng Zhen's face immediately darkened. Who was he calling an "evil bamboo"?
Wanzhou was extraordinarily lively, but elsewhere, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
"You don't like it?"
Liu She held a letter in his hand. It had been sent urgently by someone from Jiang Pengji half a month ago.
In front of him knelt a handsome young man of about 13 or 14 years old. His facial features were somewhat similar to Jiang Pengji's.
"Your son wouldn't dare."
"That's good," Liu She said. He picked up his pen and wrote a word at the end of the letter.
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