Back in Chang'an City, night has fallen.

After dinner, Feng Junhou went to see the Prime Minister, and found that the Prime Minister was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, reading a book by a candle.

Seeing Feng Yong come in, Zhuge Liang just raised his head slightly, and then motioned to the stove not far away.

Feng Yong understood, walked over, picked up the kettle on the stove, poured a bowl of hot water, and handed it to the prime minister.

The Prime Minister turned the book upside down on his knees, took the bowl and took a few sips.

Feng Junhou took the opportunity to stretch his neck and look, and saw the four characters "Unparalleled Loyalty and Righteousness" written clearly on the cover.

"Alas?"

"how?"

The Prime Minister drank the water, put the bowl on the small table at the end of the couch, and glanced at Feng Yong.

"The Prime Minister actually sees this too?"

"Why, I can't see it?"

"No, no." Feng Yong waved his hands repeatedly, then glanced at the Prime Minister and coughed, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really can't imagine that the Prime Minister would be in the mood to read this book."

"What's wrong with this book? Over the years, the trend of loyalty in the Han Dynasty has become more and more popular, but this book is the beginning."

As he spoke, the Prime Minister gently patted the paper and said with some emotion:

"I still remember that after the First World War in Yiling, the country was in critical danger. There were rumors in the world that this was caused by the unkindness of the emperor of the Han Dynasty."

"Some people even say that the Wei thieves who usurped the Han Dynasty replaced unkindness with benevolence. The fate of the people in Shu has made people in Shu panic and uneasy."

"It wasn't until this book came out in Hanzhong that those rumors finally died down."

Having said this, the Prime Minister looked at Feng Yong and said, "Confucius talked about benevolence and Mencius talked about righteousness. I'm really lucky that you came up with this method."

Looking back now, the emergence of "Unparalleled Loyalty" was the beginning of weakening the family's control over public opinion.

Feng Yong sat on the edge of the couch and said with a smile:

"In this world, the people who are least qualified to say that Han Zuo is dead are Cao Cao and the powerful right-wingers from aristocratic families who support Cao Cao."

"For several generations or even ten generations, our ancestors have been devouring the wealth of the Han Dynasty. In the end, they say that the Han Dynasty is unkind and engages in usurpation. They are actually disloyal and unjust people."

The prime minister pointed at Feng Yong and smiled heartily:

"Hahaha, isn't that what it is? This book talks about unparalleled loyalty and righteousness, but it actually implies that someone is unfaithful and unjust."

Then he raised the book and said, "This book of yours can be regarded as a biography of the late emperor and the two old monarchs Guan Zhang."

"If that weren't the case, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy for you to marry the tiger girl of the Guan family."

Feng Junhou coughed, as if he was shy:

"I dare not say that, Prime Minister, this book was written by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng and has nothing to do with me."

When the Prime Minister heard this, he smiled and said disdainfully: "What are you afraid of? It's just you and me here. How can we be so careful?"

Feng Yong sighed: "I'm afraid the society will die!"

The Prime Minister was startled: "What is social death?"

"Social death."

"Why is it so undead? Why are you making such ominous remarks? It's weird, so please explain it more clearly."

Feng Junhou sighed again: "Prime Minister, there are countless people in this world who want to know the true face of Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, but no one has ever been able to do so."

"The world only knows that I have a very good personal relationship with Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng. Even I have personally admitted this to others more than once."

"If one day the fact that Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng and I are the same person is exposed, how will I face those who believe it to be true?"

The Prime Minister looked at the bitter look on this man's face and burst into laughter: "Feng Mingwen, you too have today!"

After the two of them talked and laughed, the Prime Minister finally couldn't help but asked: "I heard that you were out of the city today?"

"Yes." Feng Yong nodded, not hiding anything, "Something happened in the army."

When the Prime Minister heard this, he showed concern as expected: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Feng Yong tried his best to state in a calm tone, "There is just something wrong with the food and grass."

"Grain and grass?" The prime minister frowned, "Isn't there always enough food and grass? What could go wrong?"

Look, I asked Li Feng the same question at that time.

Feng Yong nodded and said: "There is indeed no shortage of food and grass, but there is something wrong with the deployment of food and grass in the army."

The Prime Minister's eyes sharpened and he looked at Feng Yong.

Food and grass are the lifeblood of an army. If there is a problem, it will be a big deal. How can we talk about it as a small matter?

Feng Yong went on to explain:

"Li Haoxuan, the ration officer in the army, came to me and said that today should be the day to distribute rations to each battalion, but he never received the order to distribute rations."

When the prime minister heard this, he asked: "Who is in charge of the distribution of grain and grass in the army now? Is it still Yang Wei Gong?"

Feng Yong looked magnanimous: "The rules in the army have been set by the Prime Minister, and I don't know much about the Hanzhong army, so I have always followed the previous rules."

Fortunately, I didn't act rashly, otherwise if something went wrong, I would really have to take the blame.

When the prime minister heard what Feng Yong said, he lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he slowly asked:

"In other words, Mr. Yang Weigong has neglected his duty?"

"Not really." Feng Yong didn't have the slightest intention of adding fuel to the fire, he just told the truth, "Before coming here, Li Haoxuan had already gone to see Mr. Yang Weigong."

"I heard that he caught a cold last night and fell ill today and was unable to take care of things. Therefore, the allocation of food and grass was delayed."

"That's really a coincidence." The Prime Minister's dry fingers crossed the cover of the book, and then he raised his head and stared at Feng Yong, "Do you believe it?"

"I...should...believe it, right?" Feng Yong smacked his lips, "He is still bedridden now. The medical staff in the army have seen it and he is not pretending to be ill."

"It's weird that you believe it!" The Prime Minister glared at him angrily, "I don't know how to curse people yet!"

"Prime Minister, you can't say that. As the saying goes, one's heart is not as good as one's deeds. I have been busy all day today, personally arranging food and grass for the army officers and soldiers."

"But I don't blame Yang Changshi at all. Oh, by the way, I even asked General Guan to visit Yang Changshi on my behalf."

The Prime Minister looked at him suspiciously: "Which General Guan?"

Feng Junhou looked strange: "Of course it is Guan Hujun (Guan Xingren Zhonghujun), otherwise who else could it be?"

If I really want to send Guan Huwei there, it will definitely not be to check on Yang Yi's condition, but to hang Yang Yi up and whip him.

"Then what do you plan to do with Mr. Yang Wei?"

The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty did not ask Feng Yong how he solved the grain and grass incident.

Feng Wenhe, if you can't even solve this problem, your reputation will be in vain.

So he asked about another thing instead.

Hearing the Prime Minister's question, Feng Yong knew that he was really planning to delegate power to himself.

So he thought for a while and replied:

"I thought about it when I returned to the city. Yang Weigong may be older, so if the weather is a little colder, his body will not be able to bear it and he will fall ill."

"Right now, he can't be in charge, so I thought, why don't I bring him to the city to rest in peace and recuperate? Otherwise, if I let him get sick and go on duty, others will say that I don't care about my subordinates."

If you want an old guy like Yang Yi to gossip, then you must let him eat nothing.

Feng Zhengxi is famous all over the world, how can he break his promise and get rich?

When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's plan, he did not speak immediately. Instead, he pondered for a while and then asked:

"Then who do you plan to let take over everything in the military?"

"Three generals, Guan, Zhang, and Wu, are enough. Daily military affairs can be discussed by these three and reported to me afterwards."

"If the matter is unresolved, I will handle it myself. At the same time, I will send several staff officers to help handle specific matters."

Feng Yong's time in charge of everything was short.

These days, most of the daily military affairs of the Hanzhong army are actually handled by Yang Yi.

What Feng Yong has to do is to roughly look at the processing results every day, then pick out the key points, and briefly report to the Prime Minister.

A good horse can be ridden by others, and a good man can be bullied by others.

In the past, I wanted to take care of the face of everyone in the army, but I didn't expect that someone would really mess with me.

Now I will plant a few nails in front of you!

When the Liangzhou Staff Group arrives, I will kill anyone who dares to jump again!

It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people.

Alone at the beginning, with at most a maid, Amei, and a student, Gouzi, I could fight my way out of the aristocratic family's monopoly on intellectual resources.

Now that the Wushu Academy can train many students every year, is it still afraid of a few old ladies?

When the prime minister heard Feng Yong's plan, he couldn't help but said "tsk": "You can just say that you want to suppress Wei Wenchang."
To be continued...