There are not many people in this world who are qualified to give Feng Junhou a drink, and so are all of you here.

What's more, the emperor of the Han Dynasty held a family banquet to entertain the princes, and the queen personally accompanied him. Few people in the world could have this kind of treatment.

But Adou just said that there were not many jars of wine in the palace, but Feng Yong felt that Zhang Xingyi was holding one jar after another, as if he could never finish it.

What's even more outrageous is that there is mead in the front, but there is also spirits in the back.

Feng Junhou was very dissatisfied. This little fat guy looked honest and honest, but he didn't expect that he could also lie.

When Feng Junhou saw that he couldn't hide anymore, he simply let go and drank.

Drunkenness will cause the ears to become hot, and if the ears are hot, the body will become frightened.

I don’t know how much I drank in the end, but Feng Junhou collapsed.

In a daze, I felt a scent of fragrance, and someone called me "Alang" to help me change my clothes.

When he heard this title, Feng Junhou knew it was right.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, I didn't know how long I was messing around all night, and finally fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, and I don’t know when I woke up.

But I saw that the head was covered with gauze, the body was covered with a down quilt, and the candles outside the gauze were shedding residual tears.

None of this is important. What is important is that he is holding a warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms.

Her long hair fell down, flowing like a waterfall on the head of the bed, covering her entire face.

The confusion after drinking suddenly disappeared.

Feng Junhou, who broke out in a cold sweat, stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently pushed away the hair that covered the other person's face.

When he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alang, no more..."

Perhaps sensing Feng Yong's movements, the woman murmured in her dream, "I'm so tired..."

"Wake up, why are you here?"

Feng Yong pushed her.

The sleeping woman's eyelashes fluttered, and then she finally opened her eyes, with a look of relief in her eyes:

"Alang, are you awake?"

"Where is this?"

Feng Yong looked around and found that except for Li Mu, no one in this room was familiar to him.

"In His Majesty's palace."

Li Mu rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and yawned. It was obvious that he hadn't slept enough.

Recalling that Adou kept him drunk until late at night yesterday, Feng Yong knew that it was not a big surprise that he stayed in the palace.

As long as you don't sleep on a dragon bed, it won't be a big deal as long as you are holding your own wife and concubines in your arms.

The emperor allowed the meritorious officials to stay in the palace, which was a sign of favor.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

Feng Yong asked again.

"The queen sent someone to Nanxiang to ask for some manpower, and asked me to come with him. She said she wanted to see me. Yesterday, Alang was drinking inside, and I was keeping watch outside."

Li Mu explained.

"That's it." Feng Yong nodded. He didn't know about this beforehand. "What time is it?"

Although I have confidence in Zhang Xingcai's ambition, I believe she will not let her sister do anything to take advantage of others while drunk.

But somehow, I still feel a little disappointed.

Li Mu stood up and looked at the night leak on the case: "Alang, it's almost midnight."

It dawned late in winter, and the doors and windows were closed tightly, with blankets hanging on the windows. If you didn't look at the night leaks, you would have thought it was late at night.

"Alang, do you want to get up?"

Li Mu turned around again and asked.

"Why are you so anxious? Isn't it still daylight?" Feng Yong retracted into the bed and lay down, "I'm hungover and have a splitting headache. I feel very uncomfortable. Please pour me a glass of water first."

Hiding under the covers is a beautiful thing in winter.

The water was quickly brought over, and Feng Yong drank it all in one gulp, which relieved his thirst after drinking.

The faint fragrance floated on the couch, Li Mu leaned over and whispered:

"Is Alang feeling better?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his slender jade fingers and pressed lightly on Feng Yong's temples, then followed the painful swelling to his neck.

The force was not as strong as Guan Ji's, which could penetrate the muscles, but it was better than just pressing the painful and swollen areas, which made Feng Yong finally feel relieved.

"You have a pretty good craft, who did you learn it from?"

Feng Junhou closed his eyes, exhaled, and asked.

"In the Nanxiang Medical College, there is a female medical association that practices massage. Sometimes I stay up late and get migraines. I would like to ask them to come to my home and help with massage. It makes me feel much more relaxed, so I learned a little bit from them."

Li Mu said softly.

"It's really hard for you to have such a big stall like Nanxiang fall on you."

"I actually like days like this. I feel happy even when I'm tired."

Li Mu's voice was full of joy and gratitude, "Alang is the only one in this world who can give me such a life."

When Feng Junhou heard this, he felt relieved.

He opened his eyes, but saw the veil in front of him fluttering, bringing with it wisps of faint fragrance:

"This is because you have the ability. If it were someone else, do you think I would leave it to her?"

From the first moment I met Li Mu, I knew she was a simple woman.

At least her rebellious spirit is much stronger than that of ordinary girls from aristocratic families, and she has the courage to pursue what she wants.

Hearing Feng Yong praise her so much, Li Mu was filled with joy.

This man is "cruel and ruthless Xiao Wenhe" to his enemies, and "the far-sighted and sinister ghost king" to outsiders, but internally, he is a eloquent and lustful Feng Alang.

What's more important is that others don't know it, but as his woman, Li Mu knows that Alang has a much broader mind than the men in this world.

It makes people really love him very much.

"How is the situation in Nanxiang now?"

After the Battle of Xiaoguan, there were too many things to do. As soon as I returned to Pingxiang, I had to rush back to Hanzhong.

Feng Yong only knew that some people seemed to be a little jumpy some time ago.

Li Mu smoothed his disheveled hair:

"It's not that big of a deal. It's just that the grandson of the eldest family member of the Li family heard that Alang was coming back. He's been waiting from morning till night these past few days, so he wanted me to give him an accurate answer."

"I didn't pay attention to him. I'm afraid he won't know until today that I'm no longer in Nanxiang."

"The Li family's eldest brother, they don't want to give up."

Feng Yong's face showed such a smile.

"I have never given up."

Li Mu huddled in Feng Yong's arms and said softly, "What are Alang going to do to them this time?"

Of course she didn't know that she had really been tricked by Li Twelve Lang, and the pillow wind began to blow.

"With social and historical progress, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous."

Feng Yong suddenly said something that made Li Mu feel baffled.

Later, the French Revolution and the Restoration of the Bourbon Dynasty.

As a representative of the old aristocratic family, how could the Li family give up so easily?

Unless it is a humane destruction, the foundation they have accumulated over the past hundreds of years will be enough for them to survive for ten or even decades.

Although they are the targets of Feng Junhou and the Han Prime Minister's joint efforts to suppress them, methods such as humane destruction cannot be used rashly.

Otherwise, it will arouse the resentment of other aristocratic families and be detrimental to the unity within the Han Dynasty.

More importantly, if such a precedent is set, it will only set a bad example for future generations.

When the time comes, future generations will only imitate the same, leading to various struggles and bloodshed and death within the Han Dynasty becoming normalized.

Or take the French Revolution as an example. The Jacobins initially gained the widest support and achieved such a great victory. What was the final result?

When the Jacobin dictatorship tasted the sweetness of the White Terror, this method became a tool for them to monopolize power and wantonly massacre dissidents.

The result was that the rule, which lasted only one year, collapsed.
To be continued...