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The story of Qinghehou easily subduing a group of Dayuan horses with carrots soon became well-known in Xianyang with the dispersed people. Many people who were flirting with fire and made up stories to tell them in Quyuan's miscellaneous houses with bamboo boards and erhu. This wonderful story of long-term face for Daqin suddenly attracted cheers, and the people who rewarded were extremely generous, and they all showed their heads and felt relieved. Qinghehou finally helped Daqin completely find the lost face yesterday.

As the news spread, the names of Chitu and Wuzhi spread. Soon after, the news came that the Qinghe Marquis gave Meng Yun and others seven horses except Wuzhi to Meng Yun and others. This immediately made all the horse lovers in Xianyang beat their feet and stamp their chests to express their dissatisfaction.

This group of playboys who only know how to eat, drink and have fun and can have the magic horses that travel thousands of miles a day.

But the news soon proved that these horses had been taken home by a group of playboys.

Meng Yi was reading a book in the study when he suddenly heard a fierce noise coming from the outer yard. He couldn't help but frown and asked the servants to go out to inquire about the situation. After a while, the servants rushed back excitedly and reported that it was Qinghe Hou who gave Dalang a horse he won the bet today. Meng Yi couldn't help but go to the front yard to take a look. It turned out to be a golden sweat-blooded BMW.

"Dad, this is given by my sister-in-law..., I just... just help him raise..." Meng Yun was instructing the groom to clean up the stables. When he saw his father strode with an upset face, he was so scared that he shivered and explained quickly.

Meng Yi didn't say anything, and turned around the horse tied to the stake twice before pulling his beard and pondering.

"Have it well. If I raise it to death, I will not help you pay the money!"

After a long time, Meng Yi left a word and turned back to the backyard.

"Mom, is my father's head broken?" Meng Yun was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses and asked a beautiful woman beside him.

The beautiful woman looked at her son's bruised cheeks and said with a little distress: "Your father doesn't like to hit you, but you are too unsophisticated on weekdays. Now she is twenty-six years old. She only knows how to eat, drink and play all day long. Your father is too worried. Besides, you have been married to the princess for eight years and have no children now. Do you want me to be the queen of Montessori? This horse is too expensive. Your father is worried that you are impetuous and cannot raise well, which will ruin the beauty of the Hou of Qinghe..." The beautiful woman said, her eyes turned red and began to wipe her tears.

"Mom, don't cry. I have determined to work hard from now on. From now on, I will never be like a playboy again. I will go home on time every day. I have promised my sister-in-law to raise this horse well, and there will definitely be no trouble. Next year... I guarantee you can hold your grandson next year!" Meng Yun quickly comforted him.

"Okay, okay, Yun'er has finally grown up and knows how to make progress. If you have a legitimate grandson next year, your father will definitely not hit you again!" The beautiful woman burst into tears and helped her son tidy up her clothes for a smile.

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"My father, why did the Queen Qinghe give these Dayuan horses worth a thousand gold to the Erlang of Qijia and the others?"

In Feng Quji's prime minister's mansion, Feng Quji was talking to his son Feng Jing in the hall of the backyard.

Regarding his son's problem, Feng Quji thought about it while drinking tea. After a long time, he put down the teacup and said, "In the past, there was an allusion to buy horse bones for a thousand gold coins. Knowing people is like knowing horses. Just looking at the appearance will only mess with people's eyes. People in the world think that Qi Erlang and others are a group of playboys who cannot support the wall, but they don't know that some people will be born in high places and their power is within their fingertips. Dad is already sixty-five this year, and he is the oldest in the court. Li Si died at sixty-eighth and Wang Jian died at sixty-nine. Although I am in good health, who can tell you life and death clearly? Although you are already the third-rank chief, if you want to achieve my position, you will definitely have no hope in this life. If you can get the second-rank order in the future, it will be perfect..."

Feng Jing was silent and heard a sense of helplessness and desolation from his father's words.

"From ancient times to the present, there has been no permanent ruler and minister. Now Your Majesty has not been appointed as the crown prince. The Qin seems calm but is actually undercurrent. Once Your Majesty is buried in the sky and the new emperor succeeds to the throne, there will inevitably be severe turmoil in the court. I cannot guarantee that I can live until the new emperor ascends the throne, but no matter which young master ascends the throne, the people I use in the future will be the ones I like. In order to stabilize his position, the new emperor will inevitably be very close to the Qinghe Hou. Only by being protected by the immortals can the people of the world be supported. Although the Qinghe Hou does not like autocracy, his status has long been above all officials. His words and deeds have forced people to look at each other. These Dayuan horses are indeed hard to find in the world for ordinary people, but they are not indispensable for Qinghe Hou, because what he wants is the future Qin Dynasty..."

"Bang~" Feng Jing's teacup fell to the ground and fell to pieces. He looked at his father with pale face and frightened, "Did his father... mean Qinghehou wants to usurp the throne?"

"I am in my forties, why are you still so unhealthy? What kind of silence is this? " Feng Quji paused the teacup on the coffee table in anger and shook his head slightly and said, "What I said about the Qin Dynasty is not that the Marquis of Qinghe wants to usurp the throne, but that he wants to control the future direction of the Qin Dynasty. Haven't you seen clearly the various reforms he has promoted over the years? He has his own exact goal. He wants to let the Qin Dynasty embark on a path he planned. Except for him, the entire court, even the Emperor, cannot see clearly..."

Feng Jing breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and said, "Father forgive me, the child has just lost his composure. Since even Your Majesty can't see clearly, why did Your Majesty spare so much effort to support him? Is it just a reason for the disciple of the Immortal Family? And... Are you talking about the identity of the disciple of the Qinghehou Immortal Family? Is it true or false?"

"Is it important to be true or false?" Feng Quji shook his head slightly, looking at his son's puzzled expression and continued, "It doesn't matter whether the Qinghe Marquis is a disciple of the immortal family. What's important is that his actions are not something that any of us can understand and see through. It is enough to have this. The reason why His Majesty supports him is because everything he has done has satisfied His Majesty. From the princes' struggle for hegemony to the seven kingdoms' struggle for heroism, China has experienced hundreds of years of turmoil, and now it has been unified by His Majesty's hands. But whether it is Your Majesty, Li Si, or I and Meng Yi, they don't know how the Qin Dynasty should develop. The Qin Dynasty's hundreds of years of harsh rule of law is not suitable for the current situation. Li Si is not unaware, but he can't think of a better way. This is the reason for the constant chaos among the Qin Dynasty, until the Qinghe Marquis appeared..."

Feng Quji seemed to be trapped in memories, his eyes closed slightly, and various sounds and various pictures related to Chen Xu were heard in his mind like a lantern in front of him. After a long time, his face slowly calmed down and said: "Marquis Qinghe is playing a game of chess, an extremely huge game of chess. From the court to the people, from China to the outside world, he must need countless helpers in order to firmly control this game of chess. And the group of dandy who are unbearable in the eyes of the world will be his best help in the future!"

Feng Jing opened his mouth a few times, and finally couldn't help saying, "Father, everyone knows that Meng Dalang, Qi Erlang, Gao Sanlang and others are useless. What will they do to help Qinghehou then?"

Feng Quji glanced at his son slightly and sighed, "One time and another time, some people became famous young, some people became famous late, not to mention those who were close to Zhu, those who were red and those who were close to Mo, these people were black and those who were close to Qinghe Hou for many years, and they would eventually be close to his ideas in silence. As for the transformation, it was just a time to wake up. Besides, everyone ignored one thing, that is, if the Qi family and Gao family were really just uncarved rotten wood, how could the Qinghe Hou be so close to them with the nature of Qinghe Hou? In the past, a Cuju competition could make them a big deal that has been in millions this year, and that glider, although it seems like a playful thing, is it really just a playful thing? In front of the glider, all the tall and strict city walls and passes in the world are as if nothing is left. Can you imagine the scene of hundreds of gliders flying in the air at the same time..."

Feng Jing made up for that scene and couldn't help but make a big move in his body, his face distorted.

Hundreds of gliders soared into the air dozens or hundreds of feet. Not to mention that Xianyang City could not be blocked, even the Great Wall Passes in the northwest could not be blocked. When the night was dark and the wind was high, riding the wind to send soldiers into the city is the best way to kill the generals and seize the pass.

"Do you understand what I mean?" Feng Quji turned to look at his son.

"I understand!" Feng Jing nodded in cold sweat.

"Do what you should do, don't get involved in too many court battles. Your current thing is to cooperate with Qinghe Hou to quickly prepare and start construction of two silk textile factories in Guangling, Hangzhou, and strive to promote the development of large textile factories. This is a major event that benefits the country and the people. As long as you work diligently and properly, no matter whether I am in or not in the court, you will be valued. In the future, a second-rank official position is not too difficult. As for Shangqing, don't have too many extravagances. I, Feng, is now at the highest position. The more extravagant the status will only become more dangerous. You have seen the fate of Wang. Wucheng Hou is arrogant and domineering, eventually cause a disaster. Even if you have the protection of Your Majesty, you will definitely not be valued in the future. This is the result of the compromise between Your Majesty and Qinghe Hou. You must take care of Chang'er Xin'er well, and don't let me Feng follow the back of Wang's mistakes again!"

"Yes, the child will be very good at discipline Dalang and Erlang!"

"Well, don't talk too much about today's affairs. We are both wise and wise, to protect ourselves. We are slacking off and slacking off our own life. We should focus on national affairs. Li Si doesn't understand, so we lose. Wang Jian sees through it and enjoys peace. The officialdom is strange. Protecting ourselves is the best position. Go!"
Chapter completed!