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Chapter Four Floating Prosperity

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    At this time in the previous life, Jing Qi was still a real little boy. He lost his father overnight. Seven points were because he was afraid that the road ahead would be vast and had nowhere to turn.  There are too many things, and if they accumulate together, they will be in a mess, and they can't even defend the old prince for the first seven nights, so I don't know that General Feng came to visit at night.

    Feng Yuanji and the old prince have been friends for many years, and he is an informal person. He came here to pay homage to the deceased, revealing a little of the true love that is hard to see in the years of hypocrisy.

    Unexpectedly, in this life, I could see the last side of him before leaving Beijing.

    Seeing the question, Jing Qi smiled suddenly: "I am the prince's attendant, and now the prince has reached the age of listening to the imperial court. Although I should not listen to things, big and small, at least I know something."

    Feng Yuanji smiled "Hey", telling Jing Qi that he didn't mean to focus on something, the grief and indignation on his face at that moment, he couldn't even hold it back, but he was a tough guy, and he didn't want to be in this naive boy's place.  In front of the young man, he just turned his head away, looked at the dark sky outside the mourning hall, was silent for a long while, then controlled his voice, suppressed his voice, and said as calmly as possible: "Even you, a little child, are worried about something, you should listen to it."  People just can't hear it."

    ? Pity the empty front table in the middle of the night, don't ask the common people and ask the ghosts and gods.

    Jing Qi's eyebrows twitched, and before he could speak, Feng Yuanji turned his head and said in a deep voice: "I shouldn't have said that, so just pretend you didn't hear it, you know?"

    In the mourning hall, white candles flickered slightly with the breeze, and half a piece of paper money was burning in the brazier. The young man's face seemed to have borrowed some anger out of thin air, and he sat there quietly, his eyes were painted, and he looked deeply at  Come here, it's like he knows everything.  Feng Yuanji couldn't help but soften his heart when he saw it.

    He regarded Jing Beiyuan as half-nephew, but now that Jing Mingzhe has given up his pick, he is going to go far away to southern Xinjiang. He doesn't know whether he will live or die this time, but he just feels that this precocious and intelligent young man is wearing filial piety in the mourning hall.  , exceptionally thin and lonely.

    So he softened his voice: "The rebellion in southern Xinjiang, the emperor ordered me to quell the rebellion. I'm going I'm afraid it's a long way to go. I'm not in Beijing, so I can't take care of you. You can do it yourself."  Don't worry, and reminded, "I know you have always been close to the prince, and the prince is also a good person, but"

    Although Feng Yuanji didn't read much, he had worked in the officialdom for decades, and when he said this, Jing Qi understood what he meant. The current emperor seems to be in the prime of life, but he is just a  The sensuality has hollowed out the airs of the body, it is not known who will be in charge of this country, the three princes will be aggressive at that time, General Feng is afraid that he will be mixed into this mess.

    Jing Qi smiled lightly, and added some paper money to the brazier: "I'm just an idle prince with a false name relying on the shadow of my ancestors, and I'm also a yellow-mouthed child, raised in this imperial capital, and occasionally give my uncle some joys under his knees."  Son, in the eyes of all the adults, who will take me seriously if I follow the "Inspector Censor" in the study all the way? The general is too worried."

    That "Inspector Censor" is currently the Emperor's favorite starling bird who has almost scolded all civil and military officials, but Feng Yuanji's heart sank when he heard the child's sarcasm, and he thought to himself  How old is a person who has such thoughts?

    Looking at his low-browed and chuckling appearance, he was so leisurely, he didn't look like a boy at all.

    Jing Qidao: "I don't care. The general knows that the battle in southern Xinjiang is a dead end?"

    Feng Yuanji's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help blurting out and asked: "How?"

    "Although southern Xinjiang is small, it has been as convenient as a bone since it won the world in those days, when it leveled Kyushu and became the same as before.  The northern desert barbarians bowed their heads and proclaimed their ministers, but they hated Nanzhou in the end. The hero's end. There are many mountains and bad waters in the southern border, miasma and dense forests, and the inconvenience of walking is put aside, but my soldiers in the Central Plains are not acclimatized enough to drink a pot.  What's more"

    Naturally, he didn't need to talk about history. From the moment Feng Yuanji received the imperial decree, he had the will to die, but he didn't expect to be told by this young man, so he couldn't help but interrupt him: "Who taught you this?"

    Jing Qi prevaricated casually: "Teacher Zhou."

    Feng Yuanji shook his head. Grand Tutor Zhou Ziyi's name is elegant, but he is a first-class old-fashioned person. He always speaks three sentences without departing from the words of a sage, and he will definitely not discuss the affairs of the dynasty with his children.  I don't necessarily understand the truth of this battle.

    Jing Qi just smiled and said nothing.

    Feng Yuanji wanted to listen to him, so he said, "Go on."

    Jing Qi got up with some difficulty, and when he moved, his head was still a little dizzy. He managed to stabilize his figure, stood up and closed the door of the mourning hall, and sat back in his original position, stretching out as if he had done heavy work.Fa: "You are young, don't learn from those people"

    Don't learn from those people?  He was stunned, but he didn't know how to continue these words. Don't be like them who are full of tricks and schemes, and shady people do shady things?

    But this childis different from himself after all.

    "General." The child's childish whisper brought him back to his sanity. Feng Yuanji's heart softened, thinking that it was difficult for him to know loyalty, traitor, virtuous and foolish at a young age, and he was thinking of himself.  It was serious, but I was afraid that this overthinking child would think too much, so he softened his expression and responded.

    Jing Qi thought for a while, and knew that General Feng was not on the same side as him, so he swallowed the words when he came to his lips, and only said softly: "General, the road to Nanjiang is far away, take care."

    This world is like the late spring that is full of crimson, the people in the game called Luanhua squinted his eyes, so he couldn't see the bitter summer coming with claws and claws.  There is no wise king above, no virtuous minister below, and even if he is reincarnated, he is nothing more than a child with no power and power, but he is no different from that puppet actor and puppet dressed in gold and silver.

    Tool is helpless.

    Can't stop him from dying generously, can't stop this crumbling Daqing country¡ª¡ª

    At the end of this year, the news of the great victory in southern Xinjiang came. Feng Yuanji was worthy of the peerless famous general - the Great Wizard of Southern Xinjiang negotiated a peace agreement and agreed to send his successor Wutong to God as a hostage, and the whole country celebrated.

    ?The only regret is that General Feng Yuanji died in battle, Daqing had 400,000 officers and soldiers, and almost all of the elite were in southern Xinjiang.

    However, for the most expensive man sitting in the high hall of the imperial capital, this is just a small shadow behind the victory. With 400,000 people and a general, buying him a false name to leave history is a worthy death.  What's more, life is more comfortable without the man raising his eyebrows to remonstrate and pick on him.

    The eldest prince, He Lianzhao, finally had the opportunity to gain a hand in the military power that was as impregnable as a fortress, and he was extremely proud.

    The new year is approaching, everyone is happy.

    It is said that centipedes are dead but not stiff.  But there are also dikes of thousands of miles, which collapse in ant nests.

    It's just an external disturbance, and a rotten heart.

    The winter of this year was extremely cold, and the imperial capital was still singing and dancing.

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