Chapter 63

Wei Hui is not in a hurry either.

It is a joyous occasion, such a great honor; even Lu Shen Zhou, who recovered the Northern Lands back then, only received the title of Lu Shaobao.

Although it is First Rank, how can it compare to the weight of being ennobled as a marquis?

It also shows that the current Son of Heaven.

Is not a person lacking in grace.

Wei Hui also has a smile at the corners of his mouth; the fact that his master could entrust this task to him actually has deep meaning.

Feng Feng Haiping, Northern Defense Army Military Governor, a high-ranking official in charge of a region, holding three hundred thousand iron cavalry.

He was already a heavy minister in the court, and now he is ennobled as a marquis, taking a step further, which can be called extreme favor.

He, this close minister to the Son of Heaven, coming here to proclaim the decree is what is called "bringing the first joy," and there are many subsequent matters, even the family register must be transferred to the Ministry of Rites and published in the county and state gazetteers.

It is truly a matter of glorifying the family!

If Feng Feng Haiping understands the ways of the officialdom, having Wei Hui, this close minister to the Son of Heaven, as "close," he can act as "eyes and ears" in the court and speak for Feng Feng Haiping.

And Feng Feng Haiping, a general holding heavy troops outside, can also "support" Wei Hui.

With power and authority, one can rise in the world, and one's status can be stable.

Wei Hui thinks of this and rubs his hands, a trace of joy in his heart.

The master is still thinking of me.

He cannot help but smile and ask:

"I don't know, Marshal Feng, what family members you have; this matter will certainly glorify your hometown."

"You must not walk in silk at night!"

Wei Hui's gaze turns to Feng Changhai.

Only to see!

Under the candlelight, a tall middle-aged man sits there.

Although he is not wearing armor, the long sword hanging at his waist still reveals a piercing aura.

Feng Changhai's face is resolute, his eagle eyes are deep, and he is imposing without being angry.

Feng Changhai smiles faintly and answers:

"Feng has no children."

Wei Hui is stunned; this answer is unexpected. Shouldn't this be answered by their group of eunuchs and internal managers?

"Are there any other relatives?"

Feng Feng Haiping says frankly: "In this life between heaven and earth, there is only Feng, alone and solitary."

Wei Hui cannot help but regret it.

He left in a hurry after receiving the decree and did not look at the biography of this Northern Defense Army Military Governor.

He asked a stupid question!

With his current status, wanting to see such high-ranking officials would mostly require a slip from the Cabinet.

"It was abrupt, Marshal Feng."

It is not!

Wei Hui intends to curry favor with Feng Feng Haiping; with his current status, serving the Son of Heaven well will naturally lead to a smooth official career.

Only!

The master has ordered that those who receive the three decrees must be treated with courtesy and not be neglected.

Knowing that he, Wei Hui, handles matters properly, he was chosen.

Feng Feng Haiping says:

"If I really have to talk about family, I have always wanted to worship Old Master Lu as my foster father."

Wei Hui's expression stiffens, thinking of the events currently unfolding in the capital, and he hurriedly says:

"Marshal Feng, you must not say that."

"The current Son of Heaven is most sensitive... I fear it will cause His Majesty's displeasure."

The Second Imperial Prince is the one who ascended from the Southern Peace Faction; he cannot be thought to have any connection with the Lu Shaobao of those years, which would only cause suspicion and doubt.

Feng Feng Haiping does not seem to care and continues:

"It's just a pity."

"It's a pity the Lu Shaobao is a few years younger than me; for the Lu Shaobao to call me brother, Feng really cannot afford it."

Wei Hui laughs after hearing this.

"How can the Lu Shaobao Lu compare to the current Marshal Feng, who is ennobled as a marquis in a thousand miles; I fear it is hard to catch up even with a horse."

Feng Feng Haiping smiles and says:

"That's why Feng dare not accept it."

Dare not accept!

Wei Hui seems to have heard something incredible.

Just at this moment!

Two sets of footsteps outside the tent flap lift the military curtain.

Wei Hui turns his head to look.

Two more people walk in.

A black-faced man with a beard, extremely robust, with tiger eyes, holding a box in his hand, looking as if he could devour people.

A white-clothed middle-aged Confucian scholar, looking ordinary, eyes slightly narrowed, holding a book in his hand, appearing refined.

The names of the two immediately appear in Wei Hui's mind.

Black-faced man — Jia Fu.

White-clothed Confucian scholar — Dou Gu.

They are also the two people ennobled on this trip, and they are also very famous people in the Daqing army.

Feng Feng Haiping smiles and says:

"The main characters have arrived!"

"Eunuch, just in time for you to proclaim the imperial decree!"

Wei Hui always feels that the atmosphere today is somewhat wrong.

Especially the white-clothed Confucian scholar Dou Gu who just walked in, standing to the side with a full smile.

It makes his whole body bristle, and he feels completely uncomfortable.

Jia Fu and Dou Gu were both people of the Lu Family Army back then, and now they hold important positions in the Northern Defense Army.

Daqing had not thought about completely reforming the "old men" of the Lu Family Army.

It was just that the old emperor died too suddenly.

When the Second Imperial Prince ascended the throne, the chess pieces set by Huizong in the Northern Lands had not yet had time to "form a trend."

But they could not let other imperial princes occupy important positions in the Northern Defense Army, so there was a change in the Northern Lands back then.

The imperial court acquiesced to Feng Feng Haiping, an "old man" of the Lu Family Army, regaining control of the Northern Defense Army.

Those who followed the Lu family Lu Shaobao back then were all people with great military achievements and outstanding abilities.

Most were re-employed!

The court also sent two deputy generals to assist, to check and balance the Northern Lands, but they also declined day by day.

But fortunately!

Thinking about it, fifteen years have passed, who remembers the Lu family of the past.

Daqing only wants the Northern Defense Army to be able to resist the Northern Wind, which is like a dead chess move; they dare not move it, and that is enough.

The imperial court has mostly used policies of reward in recent years.

Wei Hui glances at the hall and asks curiously:

"Why hasn't General Sun come?"

This General Sun is an elder of the Second Imperial Prince's mother's family, sent to the Northern Lands to supervise.

It was just that over these years, his role on the Northern border had become smaller and smaller.

Wei Hui had already sent letters, so why was he nowhere to be seen?

Feng Feng Haiping smiles and says: "General Sun has also arrived."

Wei Hui is confused.

There are only four of them in the tent, where is anyone else!

Jia Fu, this black-faced man, laughs and opens the box.

Inside is a bloody human head.

Seeing this, Wei Hui is shocked, falls to the ground unsteadily, and points at the head in the box, trembling:

"General... Sun?"

Jia Fu throws the box to the ground, and the head rolls out.

"Who else could it be besides him."

"I couldn't stand this guy's arrogance long ago; he's a wine sack and a rice bag, a real coward. When we went in to catch him, I didn't even draw my sword, and he was scared unconscious."

As Jia Fu speaks, Wei Hui is already breaking out in cold sweat.

He understands everything now.

These people are planning to rebel!

The refined Dou Gu opens the imperial decree and reads slowly:

"Meritorious in overcoming thorns, Heluo is settled. Every time there is an attack, he is always at the forefront. Defeating the many with the few, shining in the Northern Wilderness."

"Ennobling Jia Fu as General of Chariots and Cavalry."

Feng Feng Haiping stands up and laughs:

"It fits Old Nine."

Jia Fu ranks ninth among the twenty-six generals of the pavilion.

In the more than six hundred battles to recover the two states of Yanyun in the north, Jia Fu was always at the forefront.

Scaling walls, breaking formations, beheading generals, seizing flags.

Among the four great military achievements, scaling walls is the first; ennobled as a battalion commander, Jia Fu scaled walls many times.

The ambition to scale walls, break formations, behead generals, and seize flags, even if dead, still lives.

Jia Fu says in a buzzing voice: "It's still better when the Lu Shaobao says it; 'Flying General' sounds better."

The Northern Lands all call Jia Fu the "Flying General."

Dou Gu smiles.

He opens the imperial decree that belongs to him.

"Well-versed in books and traditions, noble and prominent in service. Talent of a general and prime minister, folding the impact a thousand miles away. Combining literature and martial arts, famous in the imperial court."

"Ennobling Dou Gu as Changshui Colonel."

Dou Gu is also a legendary figure in Daqing, especially praised by Southern scholars in recent years as "well-versed in both literature and martial arts."

(End of Chapter)