Riding the Pheonix Chapter 801: New Year

This winter has been extremely peaceful.

Some people who were secretly watching to see Yang Shu's jokes were surprised to find that there were no jokes at all.

There was no trouble at all in the capital's defense, and Wei Heng defended it well.

Cao Yong, who took over Jiangyang Camp, immediately put on the congratulatory list.

Two months later, the good news from Zong Xu also arrived, but it was from several tribes in Xirong. They heard that the late emperor died of illness and wanted to cause trouble. They took advantage of the New Year to ask for benefits, but they didn't know that Zong Xu wouldn't give him any advantage. He said that he led his troops through Guliang Pass.

Well, I didn’t ask for the red envelope, so Bai gave Zong Xu a reason to win two small tribes one after another.

Yang Shu couldn't laugh or cry. He knew that Zong Xu wanted to expand his territory, so he ordered him to scold him a few words in a moderate manner, praise him generously, and let him do whatever he wanted.

The rest received rewards after he ascended the throne.

Guo Xu was promoted to deputy prime minister, and the prime minister was promoted according to seniority. He is a good old man who is usually very knowledgeable. He is very satisfied. Jiang Wenfeng had already entered the Political Affairs Hall and had some additional titles. There are also the Pei family and others who stand up at critical moments and reward them based on their merits.

What is surprising is that Fu Jin did not enter the court and returned to Santai Academy.

Guo Xu, who was ready to compete with him, was at a loss.

From the Dragon's Gong, he didn't take the opportunity to display his ambition, but actually went back to teach?

What a **** book! Fu has gone back this time, but he no longer teaches. He used to teach in order to hide himself, but now he doesn't have to hide himself, so what else can he teach?

He is too lazy to teach those idiots!

I went back to Santai Academy, but I think it’s a good place to live here. It's close to the capital, so you can come here whenever you want. It's clean and the scenery is beautiful.

He still has a room full of wine there, how can he take advantage of others!

Before leaving Beijing, he said to Jiang Wenfeng: "That fool Guo Xu, he loves to fight and let him fight. I retreat bravely. My status in the heart of the Holy Emperor is always one level higher than his. How can he possibly compete with you?" Be careful, this old boy has limited moral integrity, and now he has the power, don’t let him get carried away."

Jiang Wenfeng agreed, feeling very complicated.

Fu Jinxiao asked: "What is your expression?"

Jiang Wenfeng said: "The student... feels that he has never understood Mr."

"What can't you understand?" Fu Jin didn't take it seriously. "I fight for the throne for the Holy Emperor for two reasons. One is that I was entrusted by Prince Sihuai back then. The other is that what the late emperor did, ordered I'm not happy. Now that the big thing has been accomplished, it's really not what you want to be left to fight for fame and fortune."

"... Mr. Gao Yi."

Fu Jin waved his hand: "Come on, what's the point of high righteousness? I don't want fame and fortune, but I'm really worried about this thing. I don't want to be like Lu Xiang, who really devotes himself to everything."

Jiang Wenfeng was speechless.

"Okay, don't give it away. Santai Academy is only a short distance away. You can get there and back in a day. If I want to eat pig head meat in the future, why don't I come back to buy it?"

"..." Jiang Wenfeng bowed, "Good go, sir."

"Say goodbye, don't say goodbye!" Fu Jin was dissatisfied, "It sounds like I'm going to ride a crane to the west."

Jiang Wenfeng had to change his words: "See you later, sir."

Fu Jin was reluctantly satisfied: "This is pretty much it."

He got in the car, turned around and said again: "Please help me keep an eye on my house in Beijing! I will come to live in it later."

Jiang Wenfeng agreed.

At this moment, a horse galloped over and stopped in front of them with a "whisper".

A Xuan got off his horse and said, "Sir, Mr. Fu!"

Fu Jin raised his eyebrows: "Hey, General Yang, you won't come up to see Fu on behalf of the saint, right?"

Ah Xuan smiled and said yes, and took off a few oil paper bags from the side of the saddle.

"His Majesty ordered me to send several packages of braised pork to Mr."

Fu Jin laughed heartily, took the braised pork, and said, "Thank you for me. Your Majesty understands my thoughts."

He got in the car again, took these bags of braised pork out of the city gate, and wandered away.

At the Chengmen Restaurant, two people were looking over here.

The nephew of the Guo family asked in confusion: "Uncle Six, since you are here to see me off, why don't you show up?"

Guo Xu took a sip of wine and said, "What are you showing up for? I've been outclassed by him now. Isn't it just asking for trouble if you show up?"

The nephew of the Guo family was even more puzzled: "You have been promoted and now your status is above Mr. Fu!"

"This is not a matter of status!" Guo Xu couldn't stand his stupidity and knocked him on the head, "Why have you been with me for so long and you are still so clueless?"

The nephew of the Guo family laughed: "My nephew is naturally not as good as my sixth uncle. Who in the family can compare with my sixth uncle?"

Guo Xu thinks about it too. My family is just a small landowner, and my family's wealth is not comparable to that of those aristocratic families. To have such a talented person like him is just smoke rising from the ancestral graves.

Hey, let’s put our hope in the next generation. He can get the position of prime minister after a few more years of experience. After twenty years of hard work, the Guo family will surely become a wealthy family.

Well, it’s okay for Fu Jin to leave. This guy is not much older than him. If he really wants to stay, he may not be able to win...

Guo Xu took a sip of wine and asked his nephew to pay the bill: "Hurry back, the new king has ascended the throne, and it is the New Year. There are many official duties, so there is no time to waste."

In the transition between old and new, the New Year has arrived.

Just as the national mourning has passed, Yunjing is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it is full of joy.

Ming Wei was invited by Princess An to visit her.

As soon as the late emperor died, Zhong Yue left the palace and concentrated on treating Prince An's leg.

Probably out of guilt, he was very dedicated.

Mingwei asked him that the prosthetic bones were almost ready. As long as King An was willing to work hard to rehabilitate, he would be able to walk like a normal person.

After hearing this, she felt much better.

Although there was such an old man on the table, King An himself had nothing to say to Yang Shu. After learning that he had ascended to the throne, he immediately put on the congratulatory list, so that some people with ulterior motives did not even have a chance to take the opportunity to attack.

The fourth prince has no power of his own yet, so even if he recognizes him, he can only obey him.

She knew in her heart that Fu Jin had Wang An's legs removed.

If it cannot be cured, Fu Jin will certainly not feel guilty, but Yang Shu will definitely feel resentful.

"Miss Mingqi!"

Mingwei was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the maid beside Princess An shout.

She turned to look over.

The maid pointed to the garden with a smile and winked: "Princess, please go and enjoy the flowers."

Mingwei responded with a smile and thanked her.

The maid then said: "Sister Duofu, I heard that you are very skillful. You embroidered Miss Mingqi's handkerchiefs~IndoMTL.com~ Can you teach me a lesson?"

Duofu was a little confused: "Hanker? It's nothing special!"

"But you are good at your craftsmanship! Come on!" The maid pulled her away.

Ming Wei pursed his lips and smiled, then turned and entered the garden.

What an honest child. After following her for so many years, he is still so upright.

In the garden, many colorful silks were **** to celebrate the festival. One light after another, reflecting the brilliance.

She walked slowly through the fireworks, and under the light, her features became more and more picturesque, and her skin was like cream, unlike a real person.

Someone stood in the small garden building, watching this scene, feeling inexplicably worried.

It seems that the next moment, she will ride the wind back.

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