Chapter 1042 Seizure of Power

  Back to Chang'an City, night has fallen.

  Feng Junhou had dinner, and went to see the prime minister, and found that the prime minister was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, reading a book by a candle.

  Seeing Feng Yong coming in, Zhuge Liang just raised his head slightly, and then gestured to the stove not far away.

  Feng Yong understood, walked over, lifted the kettle on the stove, poured a bowl of hot water, and handed it to the prime minister.

  The prime minister put the book upside down on his knee, took the bowl and took a sip.

  Feng Junhou took the opportunity to stretch his neck to look, and saw the four big characters "Loyalty and Justice" written on the cover.

   "Huh?"

"how?"

  The prime minister drank the water, put the bowl on the small table at the head of the couch, and glanced at Feng Yong.

   "The Prime Minister also read this?"

   "Why, I can't see it?"

   "No." Feng Yong waved his hands again and again, then glanced at the prime minister, coughed, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really can't imagine that the prime minister would be in the mood to read this book."

   "What's the matter with this book? Over the years, the loyalty of the great man has become more and more popular, but this book is the beginning."

   As he spoke, the prime minister patted the writing lightly, and said with emotion:

   "I still remember that after the First World War in Yiling, the country was in danger. There were rumors in the world that this was caused by the inhumanity of the emperor of the Han family."

   "Some people even said that the Wei thieves usurped the Han by replacing the benevolent with benevolence, and that the fate of the heavens returned, which made the people of Shu panic and uneasy."

   "It wasn't until this book was circulated in Hanzhong that those rumors died down."

   Speaking of this, the prime minister looked at Feng Yong, "Confucius said benevolence, and Mencius took righteousness. It's really fortunate that you can come up with this method."

  Looking back now, the appearance of "Loyalty and Justice" is just the beginning of weakening the family's control over public opinion.

  Feng Yong sat on the side of the couch, hehe smiled and said:

   "In this world, the ones who are least qualified to say that Han Zuo is exhausted are Cao Bandits and those aristocratic families who support Cao Bandits."

   "The ancestors have been eating Han's salary for several generations. In the end, they say that the big man is not benevolent and has usurped things. He is really an unfaithful and unrighteous person."

  Prime Minister pointed to Feng Yong and smiled heartily:

   "Hahaha, isn't that the case? This book is about loyalty and unparalleled things, but it actually implies that someone is unfaithful and unrighteous."

   Then he raised the book again, "This book of yours can be regarded as a biography for the late emperor and two old monarchs."

   "If it weren't for that, I'm afraid it would not be so easy for you to marry the tiger girl of the Guan family."

  Feng Junhou coughed, as if shy:

   "Don't dare to say that, Prime Minister, this book is written by Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, and has nothing to do with me."

  The Prime Minister heard the words, "chi" smiled, and said contemptuously: "What are you afraid of, it's just you and me here, why should we be so careful?"

  Feng Yong sighed: "I'm afraid of death!"

  The prime minister was taken aback: "What is social death?"

   "Social death."

   "What is dead or not, why do you say something? It's weird, let's explain it more clearly."

  Feng Junhou sighed again: "Prime Minister, in this world, I don't know how many people want to know the true face of Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, but no one has ever been able to do so."

   "People in the world only know that I have a very good personal relationship with Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng. Even I myself have admitted this to others more than once."

   "If one day, the fact that I and Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng are the same person is exposed, how can I face those who believe it?"

  The prime minister looked at this person's bitter face, and burst into laughter: "Feng Mingwen, you have today too!"

  After the two talked and laughed, the prime minister finally couldn't help asking: "I heard you left the city today?"

   "Yes." Feng Yong nodded without hiding anything, "something happened in the army."

  The prime minister heard the words, and as expected, he showed concern: "What happened?"

   "It's nothing." Feng Yong stated in a flat tone as much as possible, "There is something wrong with the food and grass."

   "Food and grass?" The prime minister frowned, "Isn't there always enough food and grass? What could go wrong?"

  Look, that's what I asked Li Feng at the time.

  Feng Yong nodded and said: "There is indeed no shortage of food and grass, but there is something wrong with the deployment of food and grass in the army."

  The prime minister's gaze froze, and he looked at Feng Yong.

  Food and grass are the source of life for the army, and any problem is a major event, so how can there be a small matter?

  Feng Yong went on to explain:

   "Li Haoxuan, the ration officer in the army, came to me and said that today should be the day to distribute rations to the battalions, but he has not received an order to distribute rations."

  The Prime Minister heard this, and asked in an interrupted manner: "Who is in charge of the distribution of grain and grass in the army now? Is it still Yang Weigong?"

  Feng Yong expressed frankly: "The rules in the army are set by the prime minister, and I don't know much about the Hanzhong army, so I always follow the old rules."

   Fortunately, he didn't act rashly, otherwise if something went wrong, he would really be responsible for it.

  The prime minister heard what Feng Yong said, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he asked slowly:

   "That is to say, Yang Weigong dereliction of duty?"

   "It's not really that much." Feng Yong didn't have the slightest thought of embellishment, but just told the truth, "Before coming here, Li Haoxuan had already met Yang Weigong."

   "I heard that he caught a cold last night, and fell ill today, unable to manage the affairs, so the allocation of grain and grass was delayed."

   "That's really a coincidence." The Prime Minister ran his withered fingers across the book cover, then raised his head to look at Feng Yong, "Do you believe it?"

   "I...should... believe it?" Feng Yong smacked his lips, "He is still sick on the bed. The medical workers in the army have seen it, and they are not pretending to be sick."

   "It's no wonder you believe it!" The prime minister glared at him angrily, "I still don't know how to curse!"

   "Prime Minister, you can't say that. As the saying goes, you don't care about what you do. I have been busy all day today, and I have personally allocated food and grass for the soldiers in the army."

   "I didn't blame Yang Changshi in the slightest. Oh, yes, I asked General Guan to visit Yang Changshi on my behalf."

  The Prime Minister looked at him suspiciously: "Which General Guan?"

  Feng Junhou looked strange: "Of course it is Guan Hujun (Guan Xing is the Central Guard), otherwise who else?"

  If I really want to send Guan Huwei there, then it must not be to inspect the condition, but to hang Yang Yi up and smoke.

   "Then what are you going to do with Yang Weigong?"

  The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty did not ask how Feng Yong solved the grain and grass incident.

  Dignified Feng Wenhe, if he can't even solve this problem, his reputation will be ruined.

  So he asked another question instead.

  Hearing the prime minister's question, Feng Yong knew that he was really planning to delegate power to himself.

  So he thought for a while and replied:

   "When I returned to the city, I thought about it. Yang Weigong might also be old, so the weather is slightly colder, and the body can't stand it and fell ill."

   "Right now, he can't manage the board, so I thought, if I don't take him to the city to recover from his illness, or let him go to work when he is sick, others will say that I don't care about my subordinates."

  If you want to let this old man Yang Yi gossip, then you must let him gossip.

  Feng Zhengxi is famous all over the world, how can he break his promise and become fat?

  When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's plan, he didn't speak immediately, but pondered for a while, and then asked:

   "Then who do you plan to let take over everything in the military?"

   "Guan, Zhang, Wu, three generals are enough, daily military affairs, these three people can discuss and do it, and report to me afterward."

   "If there is something unresolved, I will handle it myself. At the same time, I will send several staff to help with specific matters."

  Feng Yong has only a short time to take charge of the affairs.

  In these days, most of the daily military affairs of the Hanzhong army are actually handled by Yang Yi.

  What Feng Yong has to do is to roughly look at the processing results every day, then pick out the key points, and report briefly to the prime minister.

  A good horse is ridden by others, and a good man is bullied by others.

  I used to want to take care of the face of everyone in the army, but I didn't expect that someone would actually push their noses.

   Now, I will put a few nails in the face first!

  When the Liangzhou Staff Group arrives, I will crush anyone who dares to jump again!

  Ten years to grow trees, a hundred years to cultivate people.

  Alone at the beginning, with a maid Amei and a student dog at most, I can fight my way out of the family's monopoly of intellectual resources.

   Now that the lecture hall can train many students every year, is it still afraid of a few veterans?

  When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's plan, he couldn't help but "tsk": "Just say that you want to suppress Wei Wenchang."

   Feng Yong replied: "It's not that I want to suppress it, but Wei Wenchang's temperament is too high, how can he be willing to submit to me? Asking him to help me is the same as seeking humiliation from him."

  The prime minister was silent again when he heard the words, and he sighed after a long time:

   "I thought that as long as I was still here, even if Yang Yi and Wei Yan were dissatisfied with your temporary supervision of Guanzhong, they would not do anything out of line."

   "I didn't expect that Yang Weigong, who has followed me for many years, is so ignorant of the general situation. That's all, let's do as you want."

  Over the years, Yang Weigong and Wei Wenchang not only have the same evils as their colleagues, but also have mutual rivalry.

  If I hadn't cherished their talents and tried my best to maintain them, I'm afraid they would have been squeezed out long ago.

   It's just that I can tolerate them, but I can't demand that the latecomers can treat them like that.

   Not to mention the temperament of the two, how could they easily bow to Feng Mingwen?

  As the prime minister, Zhuge Liang chose the former between the prestige of his successor and the maintenance of the old department.

   But he still warned:

   "It's just that these two people have contributed to the country, even if you don't want to use their talents, you can't force them too much, lest others think you are a domineering person."

  Feng Yongben was still thinking about how to deal with the battalion led by Wei Yan.

  Hearing what the prime minister said, and remembering Guan Xing's reminder to himself today, he had no choice but to put this topic down for the time being.

  Now the prime minister allows himself to accept Yang Yi's power, even if he has completed his first stage goal.

   Anyway, there is no war for the time being, let Wei Yanling's original battalion be stationed in place first, and we will see the situation later.

   After all, Yang Yi and Wei Yan, one is the chief history of the army, and the other is the general of the army.

  If you are taken down by yourself at this time at the same time, it will really hinder your reputation and it will not be conducive to the later work.

  The next day, more than a hundred elite riders rode out from Chang'an City, and came to the camp outside the city again.

  Zhang Yuan led the people directly outside Yang Yi's camp, and said:

   "According to the order of General Zhengxi, a special medical worker came to treat Yang Changshi."

   After a while, Yang Yi's voice sounded from inside the tent: "Come in."

  Zhang Yuan walked to the tent door: "Yang Changshi, I'm sorry."

   After finishing speaking, he lifted the thick tent door and entered the tent.

  At this time, Yang Yi was wearing a robe, half lying on the army couch, reading a book in her hand.

   Feeling that Zhang Yuan and others entered the tent, he did not lift his head:

   "What? Does Feng Mingwen not trust Li Haoxuan and Guan Anguo, or do he not trust the medical workers in the army? He even sent someone over to check it out himself. Could it be that he really suspected that I was faking illness?"

  His voice is a little hoarse, and it sounds like his throat is really uncomfortable.

  However, what he said was extremely blunt, and even faintly intended to sow discord.

   It’s just that Zhang Yuan, as the big brother of the martial arts hall, has been fighting with Feng Junhou all these years.

  It is easy to be promoted from a commoner to the position of deputy chief of staff next to Feng Junhou?

  But seeing him smiling, he said in a gentle voice:

   "Yang Changshi was worrying too much, Junhou was just worried that Yang Changshi's body would not be able to withstand the wind and cold, so he specially sent the best medical workers over to take a look."

   "So, do I have to thank him?"

  Yang Yi raised her eyelids and sneered.

  The smile on Zhang Yuan’s face remained unchanged:

   "Yang Changshi was joking, and Junhou said that he is in charge of military affairs at the beginning, and he will ask Chang Shi for advice in the future, so he is very concerned about Chang Shi's body."

   "Heh!" Yang Yi glanced at Zhang Yuan, "Smart talker!"

   I don't know if I'm talking about someone Feng or Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang.

  Zhang Yuan's eyes finally changed, saying that he can, but if he wants to talk about his mountain chief, then he can't!

  I saw the smile on his face became softer:

   "Yang Changshi, you are too angry to hurt your body. You have to take care of your health. Why don't we let the medical staff diagnose it first?"

  Yang Yi stretched out her arms and said disdainfully, "Come on!"

   Is he pretending to be sick? Doesn't he know it himself?

  So he was not afraid at all that the medical workers sent by Feng Wenhe would see any problems.

  Zhang Yuan gestured to Fan Qi, Feng Junhou's personal physician.

  Fan Qi stepped forward and bowed to feel his pulse.

   After a while, Fan Qi took a few steps back and said softly to Zhang Yuan:

   "Chief of Staff Zhang, Yang Changshi did catch a cold."

  As if confirming Fan Qi's words, Yang Yi suddenly coughed violently.

  Zhang Yuan showed concern:

   "Yang Changshi doesn't seem to be seriously ill?"

   "Uh," Fan Qi hesitated, "This cold can be big or small. If it can be treated in time, it can be cured quickly."

   "If you are not careful, if the condition suddenly worsens, it will be very troublesome, and it may even endanger your life."

  Zhang Yuan frowned, nodded, and agreed: "Yes, there are many precedents in the military."

  Hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but cast a strange glance at the two of them.

  The person Feng Wenhe sent over seemed to be speaking for him?

   Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan suddenly took two steps forward and looked at Yang Yi with concern:

   "Yang Changshi, the conditions in the army are poor, which is not conducive to recuperation, and Chang Shi is old and frail. In order to avoid delaying his illness, Yuan boldly suggested that Chang Shi go to Chang'an City for treatment."

  Yang Yi immediately widened her eyes when she heard the words, looked at Zhang Yuan in disbelief, and cursed angrily: "Thief, who are you calling old and frail?"

  Zhang Yuan ignored him, turned his head and said: "Come here soon?"

  Several strong soldiers rushed in from outside the account.

  Yang Yi saw that Zhang Yuan seemed to be coming for real, so she panicked:

   "Stop! Do you know who I am? I am the commander of the army. If Feng thief bullies me like this, isn't he afraid that the prime minister will blame him?"

  Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, leaned into Yang Yi's ear, and said softly:

   "Yang Changshi, you also know that you are just a long history, and the head of the mountain is the governor of Liangzhou, the general who led the conquest of the west, and the Marquis of Quanting in Juejie Street, holding the scepter bestowed by the emperor."

   "Now everything in Guanzhong is under the temporary supervision of the head of the mountain. Who do you think is more important in the eyes of the prime minister?"

  Yang Yi was stunned when she heard the words.

  Zhang Yuan stood up straight, looked at Yang Yi who was a little sluggish, and showed a soft smile on his face again:

   "Yang Changshi, please don't make it difficult for me. If we really want to make trouble, both of us will lose face."

  Yang Yi suddenly raised her head and shouted, "I want to see the Prime Minister!"

  Zhang Yuan nodded: "The prime minister is in the city, and when I enter the city, I will personally report to the head of the mountain the meaning of the long history. Now, please?"

   Soon, news spread in the camp:

  Yang Changshi's condition worsened and he needed to go to the city for medical treatment. Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, and Wu Ban will discuss and deal with all matters in the camp for the time being.

  The whole army was shocked!

  (end of this chapter)