Farmer of Shu Han

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

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 there may not be any intention of throwing stones at the big man's side to ask for directions in advance.

It's just that in Feng Junhou's view, Sima Yi's throwing stones to ask for directions may be purely to make a splash.

Make sense, 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 State of Wei. Except for Cao Shuang, he has no other high position and power.

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 people to take the initiative to come over, can it be justified without asking a high price?

It is estimated that Feng Gong is a 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 Ah Dou dared to give it, would Sima Yi dare to take it?

If he really dared to ask for it, his buttocks might not be warmed up before his skull was 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 had no way out.

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.

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

After the snow, it cleared up, the red sun was in the sky, and the earth was white.

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

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

Standing at the bottom of the mountain and looking up the mountain, I 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.

Next to the foundation, a shed was built as a temporary sacrificial 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 at the intersection privately. 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 prime 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, like Qionghua Yushu.

Guo Mo looked left and right, sighed slightly and said:

"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 be proud of the rivers and lakes. Wouldn't it be nice?"

"I didn't expect these words to still ring in my ears. The prime minister has already been buried in the mountains before the thief is killed!"

Feng Junhou said:

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

"Your Majesty's words are true."

Talking all the way, before I knew it, I came to 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 good drink and celebrate the revival of the great man together."

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

As he spoke, Guo Mo began to beat his chest and burst into tears.

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

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

The sound of the music is like a person sighing softly, or like the morning dew moistens the petals, and the morning breeze gently blows the willow branches.

With the continuous playing of the melody, 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 silence:

"What's the name of this song?"

"Smiling Proud Jianghu."

"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 said in a low voice:

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

It is precisely because the prime minister has never forgotten that 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."

When Feng Yong heard this, he was suddenly surprised:

"Mister has contributed to the court, why?"

Guo Mo shook his head and smiled wryly:

"When I went to Weidi, I already had a death wish in my heart. 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 Han Dynasty, I will no longer know how to restrain myself, and I may make it difficult for the prince! It is better to retire here, to save trouble for the court and the prince."

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

All the way back to the mansion, I still felt blocked and depressed.

During dinner, Zhang Xiaosi fed the child, not knowing if the child was not hungry, but 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 it 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 you have to 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 Ah Mo's lack of cooperation, and now Feng Junhou said so, 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 Achong, 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:

"Alang, what's bothering you?"

It's 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 dying. He didn't expect to 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 didn't understand, but who was Zhang Xiaosi?

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

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

Feng Junhou didn't 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 from the heavens, 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 completing your mission, 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 he got angry, 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 in these years?

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

After being robbed by Zhang Xiaosi, Feng Junhou babbled for a long time before saying:

"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."

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

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

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

"Cheng Xijun, let me say a good word..."

On the other hand, Huayuan, who had been watching the show, saw that the atmosphere had eased, so she asked:

"A playbook? What playbook? Ah... Ah Lang 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 and the plots are fascinating, making people addicted, 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 smashed the spoon into the child's face on the spot.

The spoon is made of wood, and the edge is extremely smooth, but it did not hurt the child.

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

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

Hualan 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 bottom 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.

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

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

"Don't worry about him, you just entered the mansion, there are some things you don't know, so he is lying to you!"

Zhang Xiaosi coaxed Ah Mo well, and began to popularize Huahuan's science.

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

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

"This guy is very shameless with his clever words and expressions!"

Only then did Hualan suddenly realize that her first reaction was unbelievable, and she subconsciously raised her voice:

"Ah Lang is Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng? That's impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?"

"Because...because..."

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

It turns out that the chivalrous novels loved by the people in the streets and alleys 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's because the chivalrous novels first appeared there, which attracted you chivalrous children."

Thinking of Mr. Feng's article, if he writes a novel, it should be a matter of course... right?

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

I thought I knew this guy well enough.

Only then did she realize 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 also several secret copies that must not be released."

"I want to see!"

"Then you'll 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 well, I will study it with you in the evening."

When Zhang Xingyi heard it, he almost flipped the table:

"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!