Chapter 1102 Retired

  As soon as the first snow in Guanzhong stopped, Sima Zhao secretly left with Wang Shuang.

   Feng Junhou didn't stop him too much, let alone persuade him to stay.

  Although according to Zhang Xiaosi's analysis, Sima Yi's move may be due to Cao Shuang's pressure and the intention to buy people's hearts.

  But it may not mean that he wants to throw stones at the big man to ask for directions in advance.

   But in Feng Junhou's view, Sima Yi's throwing stones to ask for directions may be purely for the sake of listening to it.

   Meaning, it means that I have been here, and I am familiar with it.

  Of course, it is also possible that Sima Zhao is familiar.

  After all, Sima Yi is now the Grand Tutor and Assistant Minister of the Wei State. Except for Cao Shuang, he has no other high position and weight.

   Not only does he have more than 100,000 elite soldiers, but even Luoyang, the nominal capital of Wei State, is in his hands.

  If you want someone to take the initiative to come over, can you justify it without asking a high price?

   Feng Gong is probably a little bit reluctant, and it is almost the same as being a king.

   After all, he is also a de facto prince at any rate.

  The question is, does Ah Dou dare to give it?

  Even if A Dou dares to give it, will Sima Yi dare to take it?

  He really dared to ask for it, his buttocks might not be hot yet, and his skull was about to be lifted.

  Although the marquis at this time has become less and less valuable, the duke is an extremely rare title.

  There are so many people in the big man, from following the first emperor to the Northern Expedition, working hard, how many people didn't even get along?

   Not to mention the prince who is one level higher than Hou, no one in the big man can get it.

  Sima Yi is only a surrendered general, but he can be crowned king?

  It is strange that the people below do not riot.

  So Sima Yi has no retreat at all.

   Only when he is pushed into a real desperate situation, can he cooperate with the big man.

   Judging from the current situation, it is still far away.

  So in the eyes of Feng Junhou, matters about Sima Yi are not as important as going to worship the prime minister.

  After the snow, it clears up, the sun is red in the sky, and the earth is white.

  Walking on the road, the eyes are dazzled by silver light and iridescent, like a silver lake covered with clouds.

   Feng Junhou personally led Guo Mo to the prime minister's burial place in Lantian.

  Standing at the bottom of the mountain and looked up the mountain, but saw that the mountain was also covered with white snow.

  The foundation of the prime minister's temple originally planned at the foot of the mountain has been laid.

  Beside the foundation, a large shed was built, which was used as a temporary sacrifice site under the mountain.

  Feng Junhou pointed to the snow-covered foundations and introduced to Guo Mo:

   "The prime minister has great kindness to the people in central Sichuan. After the prime minister passed away, most of the people worshiped privately at the intersection. Therefore, the emperor specially ordered the prime minister to build a temple."

   "In this way, we can not only conform to the will of the people, but also refuse their private sacrifices, so as not to violate the law."

   Guo Mo looked at the formed foundation and said with emotion:

   "The prime minister is a virtuous minister, and the emperor is a wise king!"

   Feng Junhou smiled.

   I don’t know if the little fat man is a wise gentleman, but a word of benevolence can probably be afforded.

  Go around the foundation and climb up the steps.

  The cemetery guards are very diligent and have already cleared the snow on the mountain road.

  The roadside branches are covered with fluffy snowflakes, and the exquisite ice crystals are like carved white jade carvings, like Qionghua Yushu.

  Guo Mo looked around and sighed slightly:

   "I remember that the prime minister sent me to Weidi by the Han River ten years ago. He had an appointment with me, but after helping His Majesty restore the Han Dynasty, he can go back to the mountains and forests and laugh proudly in the rivers and lakes. Wouldn't it be nice?"

   "I didn't expect that these words were still in my ears, the prime minister had already been buried in the mountains before the thief was killed!"

  Feng Junhou said:

   "The legacy of the prime minister will be followed by our descendants. To revive the Han Dynasty and destroy the thieves is the best worship to the prime minister."

   "What the king said is true."

   Talking all the way, before he knew it, he had already arrived at the prime minister's tomb.

  Looking at the tombstone standing quietly on the mountain, Guo Mo stepped forward, stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but finally stopped.

  He finally couldn't control his emotions, covered his tears and wept:

   "Prime Minister, you have broken your promise! You agreed to wait for me to come back, have a drink and talk, and celebrate the revival of the Han Dynasty together."

   "Now that I'm back, I even brought you wine, but you're not here. Are you really slandering me?"

   While talking, Guo Mo began to beat his chest and burst into tears.

  Feng Yong stood aside, watching all this quietly, without disturbing.

   After a while, a flute sounded in front of the originally quiet and solemn tomb.

  Music sounds together, like a person sighing softly, or like the morning dew darkens the petals, and the morning breeze blows the willow twigs.

  As the music continues to play, it gives people a sense of freedom and freedom.

   Guo Mo, who was still crying bitterly, heard this song, but gradually stopped crying and stood there for a while.

  When the music gradually dissipated until it became inaudible, there was silence in front of the prime minister's tomb, as if the sound of snow falling from the branches could be heard.

   After a long time, Guo Mo broke the tranquility:

   "What's the name of this song?"

   "Swordsman."

   "Swordsman?"

   "Exactly."

   Thinking of Han Shui's parting words, Guo Mo thought it was just a joke at first, but he didn't expect the prime minister to remember it in his heart.

   As soon as he thought of this, Guo Mo became even more sad and couldn't help himself, and murmured: "It turns out that the prime minister has never forgotten..."

   Feng Yong whispered:

   "Yeah, the Prime Minister has never forgotten..."

   It is precisely because the prime minister has never forgotten, so his passing is so sad.

   After the worship, the two returned to the foot of the mountain.

  Guo Mo stopped suddenly. He looked at the shed where the smoke was still coming out, and said:

   "My lord, I have something to ask."

   "Sir, but please say yes."

   "I want to live in a hut here and be with the prime minister. If the prime minister's temple is completed in the future, I can do my best, even if it is to show the gate of the prime minister's temple."

  Feng Yong was surprised when he heard this:

   "Mr. has contributed to the imperial court, why?"

  Guo Mo shook his head and smiled wryly:

   "When I went to Weidi, I already had the ambition to die. It is a great fortune to come back now. I have no regrets to be able to accompany the prime minister here for the rest of my life!"

  He looked at Feng Junhou again, and said, "Although I am stupid, I can guess how much risk Junhou took in exchanging me this time."

   "If I return to the Great Han Dynasty, I will no longer know how to restrain myself, and I may make it difficult for the monarch! It is better to just retire and save trouble for the court and the monarch."

  Feng Junhou saw his resolute tone, knew that he had made up his mind, and he couldn't persuade him, so he could only sigh and return in dismay.

  Going all the way back to the mansion, I still feel blocked and depressed.

  During dinner, Zhang Xiaosi fed the child. He didn’t know if the child was hungry. He kept shaking his head from side to side, making food all over his face.

  Feng Junhou couldn't see it, and said involuntarily:

   "Don't force-feed the child if he doesn't eat. He will eat naturally when he is hungry."

  The tone was not very good, and all the wives and concubines were taken aback.

  Zhang Xiaosi looked over suspiciously:

   "Is this a question of whether he is hungry or not? Now it is a question of teaching him to eat?"

   Feng Junhou was at a loss for words for a while, and said forcefully:

   "Then we must also talk about the method and method, don't force feed, isn't the child wronged?"

  Zhang Xiaosi had already been made a little rough by A Mo's non-cooperation, and now Feng Junhou said this again, and blurted out:

   "Why don't you come?! Both Shuangshuang and Ah Chong were raised by me. Where were you at that time? Now you are still qualified to teach me how to feed the children?"

  Shuangshuang and Ah Chong, who were cooking rice, raised their heads blankly, wondering why the adults and Aunt Zhang were talking about themselves.

  Feng Junhou was at a loss for words, and resentfully stopped talking.

   General Guan, on the other hand, sensed that something was wrong with Feng Junhou today, so he asked with concern:

   "Ah Lang, what's bothering you?"

   Still a married woman who knows herself well.

  Feng Junhou sighed and told about Guo Mo.

  General Guan didn’t quite understand:

   "Didn't Mr. Guo say that? He went to Wei State with the intention of mortal death, and he never thought he could come back. Now he wants to enjoy his old age and live in seclusion in the mountains. What is there for Alang to regret?"

  General Guan doesn't understand, but who is Zhang Xiaosi?

   She recalled it as soon as she heard it, and then sneered:

   "Sister, do you think he is pitying Mr. Guo? He is finding fault with me!"

  Feng Junhou did not deny it, he looked at Zhang Xiaosi:

   "Mr. Guo just came back, how did he know the inside story of the exchange? Didn't someone tell him?"

   "I told him, what's the matter?" Zhang Xiaosi looked at Feng Junhou with a little annoyance, "Before the exchange, you were so angry that you called Sima Yi an old turtle."

   "It's all right now, I know that Sima Yi didn't want to make a big deal, but just wanted to pretend to be a good person?"

   "Did the imperial court treat Guo Mo badly, or forced him to commit suicide? The imperial court had already made arrangements for his family and children before he left for Wei."

   "Now that he can come back to reunite with his family, that is a blessing and an unexpected joy. What else do you want from the court?"

   "It's a dead end. If you want to live a more relaxed life after your mission is completed, don't you have to force him to change his name and surname to appear in front of the world, so you think it's a contribution to the big man?"

   "Even if he is willing, why don't you ask thief Wei if he is willing? Will Sima Yi be willing? Are you not thinking about it? You have to rush to hand over the handle to the thief to be willing?"

  The more Zhang Xiaosi talked, the more angry he became, he just let out a "bah" and turned his head away, not wanting to look at this guy.

   Rao is Feng Junhou's eloquent words, but how much of his saliva has Zhang Xiaosi had over the years?

   Coupled with sharing the same bed for so many years and having a child, she can almost tell what Feng Junhou is thinking as long as there is a sign of it.

   After Zhang Xiaosi snapped and robbed Feng Junhou for a long time, he finally said:

   "I wanted to use him to promote the play "Latent"..."

  General Guan looked amusedly at Feng Junhou being blocked and speechless, he heard the words and said:

   "It's a good idea, but if people don't want to come forward, they can't force it."

   "Furthermore, the playbook written by Alang must be extremely exciting, so there should be no need to worry about circulating it."

  Feng Junhou heard the words, his heart warmed up, and he sighed again, or should he still be the original partner?

  Look at Xiao Si, she doesn't even give me any face.

  His complexion became better, and he pretended to say reluctantly:

   "Accept your good words..."

   Hualan, who had been watching the show, saw that the atmosphere had eased, so she asked:

   "A playbook? What playbook? Ah...Alang can also write a playbook? How does it compare to that Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

  Feng Junhou immediately said seriously:

   "I'm just writing for fun, how can I compare with Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

  “Although this person is a novelist among the top tier, his novels are all-encompassing, the plots are fascinating, and people can’t stop, and they are widely circulated in the streets and alleys.”

   "If you only talk about novels, you have indeed reached the number one person in the world, and I can't compare it."

   Zhang Xiaosi, who was feeding the child, shook his hands when he heard such shameless words, and hit the spoon on the child's face on the spot.

  The spoon is made of wood, and the edge is extremely smooth, but it didn't hurt the child.

   But Ah Mo was so frightened that he burst into tears.

  Zhang Xiaosi hurriedly coaxed him up, and at the same time he was filled with resentment, wishing he could throw the bowl in his hand directly at this shameless guy.

  Huayuan didn't know the inside story, and when she heard that her Alang had such a high opinion of this person, she felt that she was not as good as him.

  She quickly comforted:

   "The novelist is just the last of the nine streams, A Lang's talent is known all over the world, why should he lower his status to compare with it?"

   This time, even Feng Guanshi couldn't help being choked and coughed again and again. She took a sip from the soup bowl, and then she had time to turn her head and stare at Feng Junhou.

  Amei and Li Mu both buried their heads low, feeling uncomfortable.

   Hualan looked at the strange appearance of everyone, and was a little dazed at the moment.

   "Leave him alone, you just entered the mansion, and there are some things you don't know, so he is lying to you!"

  Zhang Xiaosi coaxed Ah Mo well, and began to popularize Hualan.

  Anyway, all the people present are family members, and Huahuan will know about this sooner or later, so there is nothing to hide.

   "Who do you think this Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is? In fact, it's his own pen name. He praised Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, just turning a corner to praise himself!"

   "This guy is very shameless!"

  Hua Garland suddenly realized, her first reaction was unbelievable, subconsciously she raised her voice:

   "Ah Lang is Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng? This is impossible!"

   "Why is it not possible?"

   "Because...because..."

  The flower garland was "because" for a long time, but I couldn't tell the reason.

  It turns out that the chivalrous novels that people in the streets and alleys love to read are all written by A Lang?

   "Nothing is impossible. Have you ever wondered why Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's chivalrous novels are always first published by Nanxiang?"

   "Because that's where the rangers gather!"

   "Wrong! It was because chivalrous novels first appeared there that attracted Rangers."

  Thinking of someone Feng's article, if he writes a novel, it should be taken for granted... right?

  Hua Garland shook her head, as if caught in some kind of illusion.

  I thought I knew this person well enough.

  At this time, she realized that what she knew might be just the surface.

   "Then, do we have the latest novel at home?"

   "Yes, didn't you say it just now? There is a copy of "Latent", oh yes, there are still a few secret copies that cannot be released."

"I want to see!"

   "Then you have to ask him."

   Zhang Xiaosi sneered at Feng Junhou.

   "Well," Feng Junhou coughed and asked, "Have you heard of "High Numbers"?"

"without."

  Feng Junhou showed a kind smile: "Very good, I will study it with you in the evening."

  When Zhang Xingyi heard this, he almost turned the table over:

   "No, it's my turn tonight!"

   After talking for a long time, it turns out that I am the one who suffers?

   "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

   Seeing these people talking more and more outrageous, General Guan was so angry that he slapped the table and raised his eyes:

   "What nonsense are you talking about! The head of the house is not like the head of the house, and the housewife is not like the housewife. In front of the children, you really dare to say anything?"

  Feng Junhou shrank his neck, and said to a few children who dared not move their chopsticks:

   "Eat and eat, don't look around, does today's diet suit your appetite?"

   "My lord, don't eat or sleep without talking."

   "Yes, yes, yes, the adults forgot, come, come, eat, eat..."

  PS: Readers reminded me in the previous chapter that it was my fault that Sima Shi and Sima Zhao were recorded backwards, and it has been corrected. Thank you all!

  (end of this chapter)