What did the ladies downstairs say before? Duanmu Dadutong has already married a twelfth concubine, each younger than the last, and the youngest one is not even of marriageable age yet.
He brought his wife to celebrate Duanmu Anguo's birthday, hoping that Duanmu Anguo would speak to the court and let him take the position of Qingzhou governor, so the gift he brought was naturally valuable. But now the situation is different, he wants to save his life, to stand out among so many officials and stay in the Northern Territory, and it is not enough to rely on Madam Lu, a relative of a side branch, and this birthday gift is not enough. In addition, the concubine's daughter is useless, so he must think of another way.
And this method...
Judge Lu glanced at Feng Yuheng quickly, and he already had an idea in his mind.
The couple stopped talking and remained silent for a long time. Finally, at the signal from Judge Lu, they decided to go to the inner room to rest. After all, since things had come to this point and they couldn't go out, they could only rest in the room.
Feng Yuheng helped make the bed, then waited for Madam Lu to wash her face, then closed the door and returned to the outer room.
The moment the door was closed, Mrs. Lu immediately cast a questioning look at Lu Tongpan. Lu Tongpan only whispered, "Old tricks repeated." She understood what he meant.
Feng Yuheng looked at the door with her red lips raised. Who is she? She is a shrewd person who has lived two lives. How could she hide the little thoughts of Lu Tongpan from her?
Are you going to send me to the Dutong Mansion? Very good, I was worried about not being able to get in, but you gave me a good opportunity. But I need to think carefully, if I become the thirteenth concubine, and then send Madam Lu, the old lady, to the bridal chamber, will Duanmu Anguo be disgusted to death?
Having made up her mind, she lay down leisurely on the couch in the outer room, closed her eyes and tried to rest.
As Duanmu Anguo's birthday banquet approached, more and more officials entered Songzhou. Of course, most of them were the backbone of other provinces, and none of the officials in Beijing who could go to the court came. After all, Beijing was well-informed, and people knew something about the North Border, so they naturally avoided this mess as much as possible.
The day before the birthday banquet, Duanmu Anguo sat upright on the armchair in the study in the backyard of the Governor's Mansion, and sitting below him was his eldest son, Duanmu Cong.
Duanmu Cong is already in his early forties this year. He is the father of Duanmu Qing who died at the hands of Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianhua. Duanmu Anguo's hatred for Dashun is the national hatred of servility for so many years, while Duanmu Cong's hatred is the family hatred of the pain of losing a son. He dreams of rushing to the capital to chop off the two princes Feng Yuheng and Qijiu with a knife. Unfortunately, Dashun is going to the northern border. They can defend, but if they expect to rush out of the northern border, there is no possibility of winning.
Duanmu Anguo took a look at his son and knew that he had a grudge that he had to take. This grudge was not only for Duanmu Cong, but also for himself to settle accounts with the capital. Duanmu Qing was his favorite grandson, who was good at fighting. He even asked for the position of deputy governor of the Northern Territory for him. But he didn't expect that he was only going to be sent to the capital to gain experience, but ended up dying in a foreign land. How could he accept this?
"Cong'er." Duanmu Anguo said, "Don't worry, your father will give you a chance to avenge Qing'er, but not now. What we need to do now is to conserve our energy and help Dashun to establish Qianzhou as a strong enemy. When they are both defeated, it is time for us to take action."
Duanmu Cong took a deep breath, suppressed the hatred in his heart, nodded and said: "Father is right. At present, nearly 40 officials of Dashun have come to the Northern Border, and they have brought their families with them. With these people, even if Dashun cannot be emptied by us, it can be regarded as half of it."
Duanmu Anguo's face was still gloomy, and he was not too optimistic about this. He said: "Those who can come to the Northern Border must have not heard of the situation here. Such people are insignificant to Dashun. But it doesn't matter. No matter how insignificant they are, at least there are many people. Even if they want to fill this gap, they can't fill it in a short time. These people must be kept in Songzhou. No matter what method is used, they must be locked up for me."
Duanmu Cong said quickly, "Don't worry, father. The people have been controlled in several inns. I have sent heavy troops to guard them. This is the northern border, not the capital. Even if they understand and want to escape, they can't fly away. According to the name tags when they entered Guanzhou, we have sent a large number of people to control their families. With their families' control, these people have to listen to us."
Duanmu Anguo sighed inwardly, thinking that his eldest son was not smart enough, not far-sighted enough, and always considered things in a straight line without taking a detour. This was also the reason why he gave the position of Deputy Governor of the Northern Boundary directly to his eldest grandson instead of his eldest son.
He shook his head helplessly and said, "The northern border is too far away from our country, and these people come from all directions. How many people are you going to send? Or how many secret letters are you going to send? How could the Dashun court not know about such a large number of people being dispatched? Moreover, when our people find those families, the other party may have already taken precautions, so how can we control them just by saying so? Cong'er, Cong'er, if you are half as smart as Qing'er, your father will not worry about the lack of successors to this land."
Duanmu Cong was irritated by what his father said, but he still didn't understand, "Besides this, what other solutions are there?"
Duanmu Anguo sneered and told him: "Why do we need to do it ourselves? We just need to spread the word that these officials have surrendered to the three provinces of the Northern Border and to my Duanmu family. Their families will be taken care of by the Dashun court for us. As for these people, we can easily control them with just a few empty words. Do you think they have the ability to leave Songzhou City and go to investigate on their own?"
After hearing this, Duanmu Cong's face turned red and white. He quickly stood up and said, "Then son will make new arrangements right away." After that, he left in a hurry.
Duanmu Anguo sighed heavily, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His originally strong back sagged a little, and his vigorous spirit became a little listless. The cold air like the icy cold of the north gradually faded, and a layer of oldness covered his face.
He is old after all. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, his body has begun to remind him from time to time that he is not as good as he used to be. Qian Zhou has a wolfish ambition and has been thinking about the territory of Dashun from the beginning to the end. It doesn't matter. He hopes that Qian Zhou and Dashun will fight. If possible, he will secretly help Qian Zhou. It would be best if he could help Qian Zhou to rush out of the country and attack the territory. Once this bird flies away, his Duanmu family will immediately turn around and attack Qian Zhou.
Duanmu Anguo narrowed his eyes, and his gaze regained that condensed look. At the beginning, the ancestors of the Duanmu family and the Xuan family conquered the Dashun Kingdom. The Xuan family got the land, while the Duanmu family only had a small general to guard the North. At that time, the North was not so big, and the three provinces of Guan, Song, and Jiang were not within the territory of Dashun. The current northern territory is the land that several generations of the Duanmu family fought for. From the moment Duanmu Anguo took over the position of the patriarch, he was determined to seek justice from the Xuan family. Of course, the third prince Xuan Tianye was just a pawn he used to disgust the old emperor. He knew that the Dashun Kingdom was too big for the Duanmu family to afford, but there was another place that he was determined to get.
The Lu family wanted to pretend to rest for a while, talk to each other, and discuss the next strategy. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Lu pretended too seriously and fell asleep after a while. Lu Tongpan had nothing to do, so he could only sleep with them. Perhaps because of the long journey, he slept until dark and didn't even get up to eat dinner.
Feng Yuheng didn't want to starve with them. He went into the space at noon and ate half of an elbow. He went into the space again at night and finished the remaining half. He also took a bath and brushed his teeth. He had a very pleasant journey.
But there was always something to do, so she sat on the kang in the outer room with her knees hugged. Through the window, she could see the guards standing outside. Although they were imprisoned in disguise, the Duanmu family did not treat these people badly in terms of environment. The weather in the north was cold, and it was popular to sit on the kang. From the inner room to the outer room, the kang was heated so well that she had to sit on the quilt to avoid being burned.
Feng Yuheng could sense that the Duanmu family seemed to be carrying out a big conspiracy, but what exactly was this conspiracy? It always felt that it was not as simple as it seemed. If the Northern Territory surrendered to the enemy, would the place where they surrendered really become allies with the Duanmu family?
She pulled the quilt over her body. Although the kang was warm, her body still felt cold when exposed to the outside. She leaned against the wall and thought, Xuan Tianming's army was large, and they walked slowly, and had to go around the mountain road. Even if they were slower, they should be able to walk half of the way by now, right? She took the risk of walking alone this time, and that guy must be very angry. The purple lotus between his eyebrows must have bloomed more when he was angry, which was very beautiful.
Someone started to become infatuated with her, and at the same time, the purple lotus man walking in the mountains sneezed suddenly. He sniffed, seemed to have guessed something, and could not help but snorted coldly and rolled his eyes.
Bai Furong glanced at him and asked Bai Ze in a low voice: "What's the matter, Your Highness?"
Bai Ze was very good at guessing his master's mind, and he immediately said, "It's probably because of the princess's nagging."
"Oh." Bai Furong nodded. "Ah Heng also has this kind of long-distance control function? That's awesome!" As she spoke, she wrapped her big cloak around herself again. The further north they went, the colder it got. The mountains were already frozen, and the rivers were all frozen. She felt cold just by looking at them, not to mention the cold wind that blew from time to time, which was really bone-chilling.
Bai Ze said with a smile: "Don't act too weak. After all, this little bit of Xiaohan is nothing to our princess. If you are too weak, it will be easy to be exposed. Or..." He leaned forward: "Or you are happy to see this exposed?"
Bai Furong raised her eyes and suppressed her voice, saying angrily, "What are you talking about? If I am happy to see the truth exposed, why would I go through this ordeal? Can you just stay at home and be my daughter? Tsk!" She waved her hands unconsciously, "I really can't understand, how can someone like you who is obviously not smart enough stay with His Highness the Ninth Prince? I feel sorry for His Highness, how could he tolerate you for so many years."
"You damn woman!" Bai Ze was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up, but he couldn't hit the princess in public, could he? He could only hold back his anger, his face flushed red, and his eyes glaring at Bai Furong were clearly filled with resentment.
Bai Furong sneered, "You look like a resentful woman, how dare you glare at me like that?"
The two of them were arguing with each other, and during this time, a hawk flew over the canyon's narrow sky... Mobile phone:
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