Back Off, Let Me Come

After all, Zhao Feng couldn't hold it back anymore and opened his mouth to defend the eldest son: "My lord, did you want to interrogate that attendant?"

Put it in the mouth of the eldest son, this is a witness.

Wu Xianruo silenced him without interrogation. It is difficult for people not to think more about it. Even a loyal person like Zhao Feng would like to complain.

"Of course I asked."

Zhao Feng asked again: "What did the attendant say?"

Wu Xian didn't want to say it at first, after all, it was not nice to talk about the family scandal of his brothers, but he still said with a dark expression: "The attendant said that the second brother conspired with others to kill the boss."

"Then my lord, can you use the spirit of speech to your attendants?"

How could Wu Xian not use it?

But the results are interesting.

The attendant changed his story.

"He said frankly that there was no such thing. It was just the boss who was jealous of the second brother and set him up." Wu Xian laughed angrily when he heard this. If the boss had such a brain and plan, he wouldn't be so mediocre. If he could do this, Wu Xian would look down upon him.

Wu Xian: "Do you think that I silenced you just to show favor to the second child?"

Zhao Feng was confused for a moment.

Then he heard his lord sighing as if he was tired: "That's why I told the boss to stay away from his uncles who were too close. Those uncles had already ruined the family business to a few, so they used their crooked brains to get rid of them. Over the years, the main courtyard has been secretly supporting my natal brothers, and the loopholes in the expenses of the middle-income families have become bigger and bigger. I can’t tolerate all this because of the eldest and the second child. But the eldest brother still can’t figure it out. His few What can my uncle be capable of? He was used as a knife to kill me and he didn’t even know it. If you are close to red, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. The boss’s brain is not very good to begin with, and then he is fooled by a fool..."

Wu Xian's complaints were like pouring beans.

He didn't even know what evil he had done. He was good at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. As a result, the eldest son he gave birth to was like a pig. The second child is shrewd and most like himself, but it is precisely because he is so similar to Wu Xian that Wu Xian knows that the boss is in danger.

But the boss only knows how to be jealous of the second child, but what about the second child? He had long seen that Wu Xian didn't like their mother's clan, and he had long drawn a clear line with several uncles who only knew how to suck blood and stir up trouble.

Zhao Feng's CPU almost burned out.

"Then who does this attendant belong to..."

Wu Xian asked coldly: "What do you think?"

Zhao Feng had an idea in his mind.

"Could it be... the second young master's, right?"

Wu Xian just replied with hehe.

Zhao Feng: "... Ke, Ke Yanling is interrogating..."

The attendant might also betray the second young master, which would be too risky. Furthermore, there are far more voices supporting the second young master than the eldest young master, so there is no need for him to make such a fuss...

Wu Xian's face showed rare tiredness and discomfort, and he said sarcastically: "First, the Yanling interrogation can't only tell the truth; second, what the attendant told is the truth. He doesn't even know that he He was the second child, but he was ordered to take the boss to hear that passage that day. Why didn't the boss think about it? How could he hide the strength of the second-level flutter after years of hard training? Passing the second child who is far more talented and powerful than him? Eavesdropping? Is he a vegetarian as the second child?"

It's like the brothers hiding things when they were kids.

The eldest brother cultivates slowly and grows slowly. He thinks that he has reached a secret place that he needs to use his feet to reach. He is complacent, but he does not know that the second brother, who is a head taller than him, can see it by raising his eyes. Wu Xian really wants to cry because of this son.

Zhao Feng: "..."

Not to mention the eldest son, Zhao Feng didn't expect this either.

Wu Xiandao: "I've already knocked my dick."

Zhao Feng was slightly shocked. The information revealed by Wu Xian's understatement was huge. If this matter was really directed and acted by the second young master, and in addition to intimidating the eldest young master, he also played a frame-up game, but in the end the lord's response to this incident was just a beating.

this means--

The lord loves the second young master in his heart.

Wu Xian saw the subtle expression on Zhao Feng's face and said helplessly: "The boss's quail-like temperament is not suitable. Just mediocre talent is fine. After all, not every lord has to charge into battle and kill the enemy like Shen Youli. If he has a strategic temperament If he is outstanding, even if the boss is just an ordinary person, people will be loyal to him, but he has a mediocre temperament and is at the mercy of his uncle."

The second child knows how to wink.

He is also very opinionated.

"...Dayi, if we put aside the stability of the world, there is nothing wrong with passing on the family business to the boss. At least he will not treat his younger brothers and sisters badly. Even if he does not make any achievements, he can be regarded as a glorious ancestor if he can hold on to the present. But it cannot be done now. Zheng Qiaoruo has been overthrown. , the Alliance Army of the Dragon Slaying Bureau has no unified enemy, and civil strife and conquest are only a matter of time. Can the boss convince the public?"

Zhao Feng shook his head when he thought of the eldest son's appearance.

As a teacher, he couldn't say anything against his will.

only--

"My lord is in the prime of life and is in his prime. It is still too early to consider these things. If the eldest son can understand my lord's painstaking efforts and correct himself, I believe that he can stand as long as possible." Zhao Feng's words are not unreasonable, and even go beyond the limits. That line.

If Wu Xian cares about him, Zhao Feng will be reprimanded at the least.

But Zhao Feng didn't say this for the sake of the eldest son.

Wu Xianshu had many children, and several of his concubines were also concubines of the Tianhai clan. If the second young master can surpass the eldest young master and ascend to the throne, those other young masters may not come up with ideas.

The second son's only advantage over his brothers who were born by concubines was that of "direct children." As for the so-called direct children of concubines, the difference between the two was just that, because their status came with Wu Xian, not with their mother. Since you can ignore the etiquette and choose the eldest son who has a legitimate name, and choose the second son instead, you can also abandon the etiquette and choose a son from a concubine.

Wu Xian's choice is dangerous.

His subordinates were all descendants of the Tianhai family whom he had befriended since childhood, which made Wu Xian highly dependent on their support and even constrained by them. For this reason, he did not have a good solution to the cliques among the factions under his account.

Sometimes, Wu Xian also envied Shen Tang.

Shen Tang was barefoot, so naturally he was not afraid of anyone.

Looking back at myself, a single move can affect the whole body...

Wu Xian's face looked ugly, as if he had swallowed a bitter melon alive, and said with anger: "Why don't I understand? But the boss can't help me!"

The topic reached an impasse.

Zhao Feng knew he had crossed the line and found an excuse to withdraw.

The night wind blew into his neck, taking away the warmth from his whole body and stimulating Zhao Feng to the point where goosebumps appeared all over his body.

He stood there, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and exhaled a breath of white mist. Inexplicably, Zhao Feng felt as if something was pressing on his heart, making him breathless. Zhao Feng loosened his pine robes and did not return to his tent to look for his old friend.

The old friend was using the iron fan handle to poke the charcoal fire and fanned the fire, on which mushroom soup was simmering.

Zhao Feng keenly smelled the aroma of meat.

"You have a dog nose, you come here for smells?"

Zhao Feng sat down and said, "After you scold me, if I don't drink all the soup you cooked, wouldn't I suffer a big loss?"

Temperatures in the Northwest Continent are slow to warm up.

The temperature in the middle of the night was so cold that my hands became stiff.

Zhao Feng held the empty wooden bowl and watched his old friend twist a pinch of snow-white fine salt from the cloth bag he carried with him and sprinkle it on the mushroom broth. Suddenly, he felt a little disgusted that he was so leisurely. He said: "Today, I encountered something, please check it out for me."

The scribe squinted at him: "Pay?"

Zhao Feng scolded: "You old guy, are you looking for money?"

The scribe murmured: "How much money can you make from a free job?"

Zhao Feng: "..."

Suddenly, the other party tricked him into taking away a small golden cake as big as his thumb.

The scribe said in a good mood: "Come on, what's the matter?"

Don’t forget to protect customer privacy.

Zhao Feng poured the beans, so and so, and so and so, and finally concluded: "I don't know why, but I feel uncomfortable..."

The scribe stirred the mushroom broth with a small silver spoon.

"Isn't it obvious to you? You feel uncomfortable because you are worried about the eldest young master's life. Who doesn't know that choosing the eldest young master can reduce the struggle? You understand things, but the lord doesn't understand? But it's the eldest young master who doesn't The talent... is so rotten that it seems as if it was forgotten in the mother's womb, or as if she was reincarnated and drank Meng Po soup and forgot to take it with her, so that's it, but he still occupies the direct descendants and eldest son..."

The scribe gave a vivid metaphor.

"It's like occupying a latrine and not taking a shit."

Zhao Feng silently looked at the pot of mushroom foam rolling up and down with the milky white soup, and his face darkened.

The scribe said seriously: "The eldest son seems to be a bit of an eyesore. If he can find this 'chief', all problems will be solved. My lord does not need to worry, others do not need to stand in line, and there is no need for a bunch of common people to poke their heads in."

He spread his hands and said, "Everyone is happy."

Zhao Feng's face at this time was darker than the bottom of a clay pot being licked by tongues of fire. The scribe took a mouthful of mushroom soup to taste the saltiness, and said casually: "You'd better not get involved in this matter. The eldest son can live to this day, and his brain is at least smarter than yours."

Zhao Feng: "..."

He was depressed and angry.

"Do you know what I want to do most right now?"

"Overturned our mushroom broth?"

Zhao Feng: "You are right!"

A pair of copper maces were about to smash his clay pot.

As a result, it only hit the fire, countless sparks burst out, but the pot of mushroom broth disappeared. Zhao Feng raised his head and saw that the mushroom broth was already being held by the scribe's hands.

The latter smiled happily and said: "Fortunately, it was not wasted."

Yan Ling rescued the mushroom broth in a timely manner.

Zhao Feng's anger was soaring.

"You must die for me!"

In the end, Zhao Feng didn't take a sip of mushroom broth.

The words are divided into two parts——

Wu Xian is troubled by the problem of his two sons. His "friendship between Tang and Tang" and Shen Tang's life is also very rough. Her teammates along the way were Zhang He, Qian Yong and Tao Yan. Normally I can keep an eye out of sight, but when it comes to serious matters I still have to keep in touch.

Tao Yan is really sorry for his name.

Every time, there are a few lines about Yin and Yang and Shen Tang.

However, Shen Tang never suffered a loss when it came to his words, and always returned the favor twice as much. The result was that the more noisy he got, the more angry he became. It is reasonable to doubt that if she continues like this, she will have to kill Tao Yan before she even sees the enemy...

Coincidentally, Tao Yan thought so too.

However, both of them have a burden called "overall situation" weighing on their heads, so they can't do it for the time being. Zhang He plays the role of mediator and peacemaker, responsible for putting out the fire, while Qian Yong is responsible for eating the melons.

But soon, Shen Tang and Tao Yan couldn't care less about the quarrel.

As mentioned before, due to more than two hundred years of artificial transformation, the terrain in Yanzhou is generally flat, and there is only an artificial natural barrier at Chaoliguan to rely on. Once the Chaoli Pass was broken, the middle gate of the remaining half of the state was wide open, becoming an unprotected "lamb".

Of course, that doesn't mean it's easy to get it off.

It's just that it's less difficult than Chaoliguan. If Yanzhou wants to fight to the death with the Alliance Army, it can still stop it for a while.

But I never expected——

The scouts at the front came back with bad news.

The target counties are all covered with scorched fields and the villages are deserted.

"What?"

Shen Tang made some guesses upon hearing this.

Asked: "Is it a strong wall and a clear field?"

Although it is a very normal way to defend the enemy by strengthening the wall and clearing the field. Holding on to the barrier can make it difficult for the enemy to attack the position, and also prevent the enemy from obtaining food supplies from your own territory, reducing battery life as much as possible. Even if the territory is lost, the enemy will not think too well.

Shen Tang smashed the table with his fist and cursed angrily: "His uncle is really harming others and not benefiting himself. He burned the seedlings that have been cultivated. How will the local people survive when we take over the entire Yanzhou? They will not be able to survive." Do you want to eat? I’m going to starve to death!”

Now the spring plowing has just passed and the autumn harvest has not yet come.

How long can Yanzhou survive with only half of it left?

It won’t be able to survive the autumn harvest at all.

The purpose of this strong wall and clearing the field is not for defense, but more to create trouble for the alliance army. It is really harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself!

These grains are not for the Alliance Army to sustain their health, but for the local people of Yanzhou to save their lives! Thinking of this, Shen Tang felt like a string was beating wildly in his head, testing the edge of collapse at any time. If the Alliance Army did not care, she could hardly imagine what life would be like for the common people who had no harvest for a year...

It must be a hell on earth where people eat each other!

But will the Alliance Army take care of it?

Shen Tang didn't dare to think too much about this issue.

Just because she doesn't want to, doesn't mean the problem is solved.

After tossing and turning all night, she still planned to test Zhang He's tone. Zhang He is close to the alliance leader Huang Lie, and Zhang He's attitude largely represents Huang Lie's attitude. But as soon as she raised her head, she was ridiculed by Tao Yan.

He ridiculed: "Shen Jun is used to knowing how to catch a dog with a mouse."

Shen Tang glanced at him.

"Tao Shenyu, if you can't speak human language, don't bark!"

Tao Yan sneered, and said with a strange tone: "Yes, yes, you, Shen Youli, are the only true gentleman here, and we are all villains. But, Shen Junzi has gone too far in acting. He can stretch out his hands so long that he can't even heal himself." The common people here are also considerate and worried. You worry about things that Zheng Qiao doesn't even worry about."

Shen Tang grabbed the letter at hand and threw it over.

At the same time, open the mic with passion.

"Tao Shenyu, **your ancestors are eighteen generations old!"

He stepped on the desk, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to rush over and beat Tao Yan violently. However, Gu Chi and the others were on guard, holding her up one on the left and the other on the right, and tried to calm her down. Tao Yan was so angry that his face was distorted when he didn't check for a while.

Zhang He looked at the messy scene below and felt tired again.

He shouldn't have come.

Tao Yan was arrogant and would not be happy if he didn't scold him for a day. He knew that Shen Youli would go crazy, but he still enjoyed it. However, Shen Tang's recklessness was beyond Zhang He's expectation. Everyone knows what kind of trouble the enemy's strong walls and clear country will bring to our own side, but they all have a tacit understanding to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Who knew that Shen Tang would take the initiative to expose the issue and bring it to the surface that everyone ignored.

How to solve famine?

The crudest and most effective way is to take out food.

Here comes the problem——

Who provides the food?

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