Chapter 212: The war is over, the civil strife is over
The general nodded, suddenly realizing:
"Oh, so that's the case. Let's go back and discuss whether there are other solutions. Alas, Prince Feng Wan is also unfortunate to have such a wife."
After saying that, she patted the horse's back and turned around to retreat.
However, what no one expected was that... just when the Lu family army retreated two miles and the Mingwei army was feeling complacent.
Feng Wan in mid-air had a hint of sadness in her eyes. She raised her eyes and looked deeply to the north, then opened her clenched palm to reveal a blood-stained thin blade.
The hemp ropes that bound him were cut very slowly, one by one. With a "clang" sound, the thin man in white clothes suddenly fell from the gray-brown wall.
"Bang--."
Accompanied by a loud bang, a cloud of choking yellow sand filled the city gate.
Dust falls, people die.
The Mingwei army on the city wall was horrified.
The retreating Lu family army was filled with grief and indignation upon seeing this, and their morale was even higher. Hundreds of thousands of troops immediately turned around and attacked Dingdu City with great force.
The night is about to fall and the sky is gradually getting brighter.
After a night of fierce fighting, the Fengqi Civil War that lasted for half a year ended with the national general Lu Shengling leading his troops to recapture the thirteen cities in the east, and the rebel Ming family was completely wiped out.
The only one left was Feng Wan, the seven-year-old daughter of the eldest prince who died for his country. She was taken back to the capital by the returning Lu family army.
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Ten days later.
Fengtian Palace, early morning.
When Emperor Fengwu received the victory news from the front line, he also learned of the death of his eldest son Feng Wan. For a moment, he felt mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.
He issued several orders:
"The eldest prince Feng Wan died for his country. Zhuo, posthumously named Prince Yongjia, allowed to be buried in the imperial mausoleum. Although his daughter Ming Chaoer is the descendant of a traitor, considering your father's contributions to the country and your royal blood, the child is innocent, so you are allowed to change the imperial surname. - Feng Chaoer, named the daughter of Muyang County."
"In addition, Hanlin Academy scholar Su Yuan has made great contributions in delivering grain, and his rank has been promoted to Hanlin Academy Grand Secretary."
After conferring the title of Emperor Fengwu in one breath, he looked down at the civil and military officials in the hall with a calm gaze and said in a deep voice:
"As for the soldiers who went on this northern expedition, we will reward them after the army returns to the capital. My dear ministers, do you have anything to report? If not, please withdraw from the court!"
"Your Majesty, I have something to report."
Minister Mu stepped out holding the jade tablet, lowered his head and continued:
"Now that Fengqi's internal troubles have subsided, the country cannot be without a young master for long. It has been half a year since the princess was deposed. Your Majesty, please reinstate the princess as soon as possible to reassure the people!"
After listening to Minister Mu's advice, Chi Zhixian, the president of the Imperial Academy who was a member of the Empress Party, frowned and immediately analyzed the pros and cons:
"Minister Mu is wrong. Your Majesty has only two daughters. The second princess has been seriously ill for many years and has no children. The third princess is young and weak. Not to mention that Your Majesty is now in the prime of life, the current situation of the two princesses makes it difficult for them to take on such a heavy responsibility."
Minister Mu looked at Chi Zhixian and sneered:
"Don't I know what Dean Chi said? But the Second Princess is weak and this minister agrees. When it comes to the issue of offspring, this old minister has to say something."
She bowed to the leader and said loudly:
"Your Majesty, the harem is now without a master. The Second Princess only has a concubine, and there is not even a principal ruler. I beg Your Majesty to order a husband to be chosen for the Second Princess, so that the royal family can have more offspring."
Emperor Feng Wu frowned slightly, looked at Minister Mu with a hint of impatience in his eyes, and said:
"I know whether to establish a princess as the crown princess. As for the selection of a husband for the second princess... I will leave it to Lord Mu to handle."
After saying this, the empress said no more and waved her dragon robe:
"If you have anything to say, please submit it. I am not in a good mood today. Please adjourn the court!"
The ministers knelt down:
"Yes, I will send you off, Your Majesty."
Send away Emperor Fengwu.
Su Yuan stood up holding up the hem of his official robe.
Lu Shengxue walked over quickly, looking at her with fiery eyes mixed with a hint of jealousy, and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Oh, Lord Su is so lucky. He was able to escort some grain and catch up with the great victory of our Lu family army. He got a chance to become a second-rank university scholar. Haha, I wish I had Lord Su's luck."
Su Yuan raised his eyebrows and said with a curved lip:
"It is all thanks to Lord Lu's weak health. If it weren't for you, how could I have been sent to Liuyundu by His Majesty?"
After saying this, she turned her eyes slightly and said meaningfully:
"Next time there is such a promotion, how about... I will return the favor to you and introduce Lord Lu to His Majesty?"
Lu Shengxue has always been a timid and dissolute girl who loves to show off her power by relying on the influence of the Wu'an Marquis Mansion.
Now that Su Yuan said this.
She had an ominous premonition in her heart. She covered her lips with her wide sleeves and coughed twice, saying guiltily:
"No, you don't have to pay it back."
Su Yuan raised the corner of his eyelids slightly, glanced at Lu Shengxue slowly, shook his head, walked past her and walked towards Qinxian Hall.
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The sun sets, the light gradually fades, the brightness is about to disappear, and the day will soon be over.
Hanzhang Palace.
Mu Guijun wandered in front of the palace servants holding portraits, carefully reading each scroll, then turned to look at Feng Yejing lying on the bed, and said with a smile:
"Jing'er, your mother has agreed to let your father arrange your marriage. Look, these are the candidates for your first wife that I have selected. They are all from famous families in the capital."
After that, he pointed at a few of the portraits and introduced them:
"This is the eldest son of Guanglu Dafu, this is the second legitimate son of Taichangsiqing, and this Ji Qiushuang, although he is the youngest son of a concubine, his mother's family is the King of Nanyou."
"My elder brother's wife is a favorite of His Majesty. It's rare to find a second-rank university scholar in her twenties. Maybe in the future, she can become your right-hand man!"
Feng Yejing was closing her eyes.
Hearing this, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Mu Guijun indifferently, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and advised:
"Father, I am weak and might die someday, cough cough... I don't want to delay anyone. I already let Mu Xian down by marrying him."
Mu Guijun frowned, opened her lips slightly and was about to speak, when she caught a glimpse of the palace servants in the room.
He waved his hand:
"All of you please leave. I want to talk to the Second Princess for a while."
"Yes, noble sir."
After everyone has left.
Mu Guijun walked to the bed and sat down, looking at her daughter who was half leaning against the bed with worried eyes, and whispered:
"Don't use the excuse of weakness to shut me up. Father knows that you have someone in your heart, but Lu Shengling is going to marry a wife into the Marquis's mansion in the future. Even His Majesty doesn't interfere in his marriage, so what can you and I do?"
After saying this, he pinched Feng Yejing's arm and said earnestly:
"Don't worry about him. Father has waited so long for Qi Fengjun's lineage to fall. Now is a good time for our Mu family to gain power. Father is also waiting for Jing'er to recover and become the future king of Fengqi!"
Feng Ye quietly withdrew his arm, his face pale as he took two deep breaths and coughed:
"Father, I am not feeling well. It is getting late. Please go back first. We can discuss the selection of the master another day. Ahem... ahem... ahem..."
Mu Guijun let out a long sigh, lowered his eyes to look at Feng Yejing's increasingly pale face, and compromised:
"Okay, Jing'er, have a good rest. Father won't disturb you while you recover."
Feng Yejing nodded slightly, and said weakly, "Father, Father, take care."
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