Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 1457 Marriage Alliance, Envoy

"Mingwen, Mingwen, why don't you lead the brothers and charge one more time?"

Chang'an, Weiyang Palace.

After the morning court session, Fatty Liu didn't rush off to the harem of the Gui Palace to enjoy himself. Instead, he tugged at Grand Marshal Feng's court robes and pleaded earnestly:
"Mingwen, let's grit our teeth and do it one more time. Can you lead the soldiers in one more charge?"

Feng Da Sima looked constipated. If the person in front of him hadn't been his brother-in-law, he would have kicked him away long ago.

Unfortunately, this brother-in-law was the Emperor of Han, so he could only wear a bitter expression, looking utterly helpless.

"Your Majesty, it's not that I don't want to charge, but our Han Dynasty's treasury is truly empty right now!"

Throughout Hebei, and most of Yanzhou on the south bank of the Yellow River, the people, having just survived war and a long winter, were desperately waiting for food.

To resume production, we need to organize spring plowing.

Where do the grain seeds come from?
Where did the farm tools come from?
Where do the oxen come from?
Which one is free?
Why did Grand Marshal Feng not pursue the victory after crossing the river? Besides strategic needs, it was also because he wanted to preserve some wealth for the treasury.

To avoid the situation where, after recovering the lost territory, we are unable to even afford to provide relief to the people and restore production.

"I have money! I have money! There's still money in the imperial treasury; I can use it for military expenses!"

Upon hearing that Fatty Liu was planning to pawn even his underwear, Grand Marshal Feng glanced sideways at the obese and greasy Emperor of Han.

Your Majesty, you can't really be unaware of how your little treasury was preserved, can you?

The most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness, understand?
If it weren't for the Xinghan Gathering, the banquet held outside Chang'an at the beginning of the year alone would have left you penniless with all those roughnecks in the army.

"Your Majesty, it's not enough, it's really not enough! Even if you gave us ten more imperial treasuries, it still wouldn't be enough!"

Once the army moves, the feasting of men and horses will not be as simple as a simple banquet; it will be a veritable gluttony.

Without firing a single shot, and with just a few words, Xuchang and Runan fell into the hands of the Han Dynasty with ease.

Yingchuan Commandery and Runan Commandery, where Xuchang is located, can be considered the two most important commanderies in Yuzhou.

If Yingchuan Commandery represents the political status of Yuzhou, then Runan Commandery represents the economic status of Yuzhou.

If these two counties can be captured without a fight, what else is there to worry about?
The Mandate of Heaven is with the Han! The Mandate of Heaven is with the Han!

This greatly stimulated the ambitions of the Han Dynasty's officials and the people.

The unification of the world is just around the corner. All of you are true founding heroes, and some of you will even be remembered in history.

As a result, many people at the morning court were shouting and eager to send troops to Qiao County immediately to quell the rebellion of Cao Cao.

East of Luoyang, all is flat land; who can withstand a single blow from the iron cavalry of the Han Dynasty?
Fuck him!

This situation is completely different from last year when Feng Da Sima and Sima Yi were locked in a stalemate at Jingxing, and some people thought it was a waste of money and supplies and advised Liu Pangzi to temporarily withdraw his troops.

Fortunately, Minister Fei Yi remained calm. Seeing that things were not going well, he immediately stood up and said that the treasury was out of money. He almost threw the account book into the court, which barely calmed the court discussion.

That's good, so that Grand Marshal Feng, who is in charge of the Secretariat, won't have to step up and unleash his special skill, causing an area-of-effect attack on the entire field.

What he never expected was that even his brother-in-law, who had always been a lazy bum, couldn't contain himself and actually had some inappropriate thoughts.

It makes sense, really. The restoration of the Han dynasty was within reach, and the emperor could easily have become its ruler. It's not hard to understand why the emperor couldn't resist the temptation.

Seeing that Feng Lianjin was adamant in his refusal to budge, Fatty Liu's expression visibly darkened.

"Really not?"

"I really can't!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Liu finally released Feng Da Sima's sleeve, looking like a punctured husk.

He slowly walked to the window, looked at the tender buds sprouting in the palace garden, sighed deeply, and his back view showed a hint of loneliness.

"Sigh... I know, I know everything."

His voice lowered, becoming tinged with a hint of emotion:
"War is about money and supplies, national strength, and the stability of the rear. Even if I'm confused, I still understand this principle."

"It's just that Mingwen, you've always been far-sighted, cunning, uh, I mean, full of ingenious plans. Now that we've encountered such a great opportunity to quell the rebellion of Cao Cao, I was just a little excited and wondered if you had any unexpected solutions."

"Now it seems that I was too naive."

He turned around, his face bearing a complex expression, a mixture of trust in his brother-in-law and helplessness at being able to watch such a promising situation unfold.
“Mingwen, this empire was won by you and the Prime Minister, leading the soldiers with sword and spear, from Yizhou to Liangzhou, to Guanzhong, and now to the Central Plains of Hebei…”

"Perhaps it was because I felt that we had survived those difficult days, and the great victory in Hebei was still fresh in our minds. After the bandits were defeated, instead of uniting as one, they created internal strife, which made me despise the bandits."

To be fair, this is indeed a good time to deal with the pseudo-Wei regime.

Sima Yi usurped power and committed numerous killings. Although he forcibly suppressed the opposition in the court, the people were bound to be dissatisfied.

Furthermore, with the generals on the frontier raising troops in opposition, if handled properly, it might very well ignite an internal conflict within Cao Wei.

With Sun Quan in the south having just died, the powerful ministers of Wu are fighting amongst themselves, and they probably don't have the strength to fight external enemies for the time being.

At this moment, the burly man pressed on with great momentum, pushing straight through and achieving twice the result with half the effort.

This would not only prevent the State of Wu from gaining any advantage in the war to destroy Wei, but also continue to block the State of Wu under the walls of Hefei.

—If it weren't for the empty treasury, and the need to stabilize Hebei and Yanzhou at the same time.

Grand Marshal Feng was somewhat surprised by his brother-in-law's sudden sentimentality and quickly said:

"Your Majesty flatters me. Without Your Majesty's strategic planning and ability to stabilize the situation, ensuring that we, the soldiers at the front, have no worries about our rear, even if I had done some minor work, it would be like water without a source or a tree without roots. How could I have accomplished anything?"

Liu Shan chuckled, a smile involuntarily spreading across his chubby face. It was so comfortable talking to his brother-in-law.

He walked back to Feng Yong's side, put his arm around Grand Marshal Feng, leaned close to the Grand Marshal, and lowered his voice:
“After much thought, I believe you are absolutely right, Mingwen. Only you, with your profound wisdom and foresight, can make such a significant decision.”

"This final battle is not only about winning on the battlefield, but also about winning the hearts of the people, laying a foundation for future generations, and ensuring that the world is truly as stable as a rock, free from any further turmoil."

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, his fingers unconsciously stroking the jade belt. "What's needed is not just military might, but also popular support, a title, and... a symbol."

Looking at Feng Yong with a gentle expectation, Liu Shan's tone became exceptionally serious:
"Look, Chen'er is quite accomplished in his studies and martial arts. He also often thinks of Shuangshuang, who is intelligent and sensible, just like you and Third Sister."

"Both of our children grew up under our watchful eyes. Ultimately, the world will be handed over to their generation, right?"

At this point, Liu Shan's tone softened further, even carrying a hint of elder's warmth:

"I believe that the final step in the royal army's eastward advance and conquest of the Central Plains should be a grand ceremony as the finishing touch."

“If we were to hold a grand wedding for the Crown Prince at this time and marry a Crown Princess who is worthy of his position, it would be a declaration to the world that the Han Dynasty is about to rise and the world is about to be at peace. The value of the popular support it would generate would be immeasurable.”

He lowered his voice and spoke earnestly:
“Mingwen, let Chen’er marry Shuangshuang. For me personally, this will put my mind at ease; for the public good, the morale and popular support this will garner will far outweigh any amount of money, and will surely help you stabilize the East. What do you think?”

Feng Da Sima straightened up halfway through the conversation.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, the old father would have pointed his finger at the Han emperor and yelled: "You son of a bitch..."

Who would have thought? You fatso with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you actually know how to use a feint attack.

However, the relationship between Shuangshuang and Liu Chen was basically approved by both sets of parents.

The key point is, even if the father is reluctant to part with his daughter, if she is willing, you can't force her to stop, can you?
Moreover, both of them are already in their twenties; if they don't get married soon, they'll become old maids.

Even though the old father was very reluctant, he knew that this matter could not be delayed any longer, and could only sigh:

"Your Majesty, this matter is not something I can decide. You should ask my Lady Zuo and Shuangshuang for their opinions."

"Wow!" Fatty Liu tightened his grip on Feng Lianjin's arm, his face beaming with joy. "I knew Mingwen wouldn't make things difficult for me. I'll go tell the Empress this good news right away."

Having obtained the answer he wanted, the Emperor of Han was too lazy to pretend anymore. He didn't even bother to say a few more words and excitedly set off back to the Gui Palace.

At the end of April in the thirteenth year of Yanxi, the Han emperor sent Grand Commandant Deng Zhi as the betrothal envoy, carrying a large goose to the Grand Marshal's residence to present the betrothal gifts.

On the fifth day of the fifth month, Deng Zhi went to the Feng residence again to respectfully inquire about the name and birth date of Feng Ying, the eldest daughter of Grand Marshal Feng. This was called "asking the name".

In early June, the Court of Imperial Sacrifices "obtained an auspicious omen":
The stars shine brightly in the Purple Palace, their brilliance understated; the phoenix perches on the parasol tree, its virtuous voice resounding far and wide; they serve as models for the heavens, the foundation of the nation.

This omen signifies that the ruler is virtuous and harmonious, capable of securing the foundation of the nation; with the assistance of his ministers, he will achieve virtue and ensure the eternal peace and prosperity of the Han dynasty.

Deng Zhi, accompanied by wild geese, went to the Grand Marshal's residence for the third time to perform the auspicious ceremony.

"Congratulations, Grand Marshal! Congratulations, Grand Marshal!"

After Najib's marriage, the marriage between the Crown Prince and the eldest daughter of the Feng family was considered to be preliminarily settled.

In recent days, carriages and horses have been flowing in front of the Grand Marshal's residence. His students, former officials, court officials and dignitaries have all come to offer their congratulations.

This time, Grand Marshal Feng made a rare appearance to personally receive the guests. After all, this was not a family matter, but a matter of royal face. The more people who came, the more lively the better.

Qin Bo, who had just returned to Wu and barely settled in before being sent as an envoy to Han, heard about this as soon as he arrived in Chang'an and immediately sent a visiting card to the Grand Marshal's residence.

However, things were different this time. Qin Bo queued for three days before he was finally allowed to enter.

Upon entering the hall, Qin Bo smiled before speaking, quickly walked a few steps to the center, and bowed deeply to Feng Yong, who sat in the main seat, his posture extremely humble.
"Your humble servant Qin Bo, on the orders of our Grand Tutor Zhuge Liang, has come to offer my congratulations on this momentous occasion!"

He did not address him directly as "Lord Feng" or "Grand Marshal," but instead used the title "Lord" to show intimacy.

After standing up, his face was full of sincere admiration, and he continued:
"Having just arrived in Chang'an today, I have already heard of such a match made in heaven. The whole city is overjoyed, and the sun and moon shine as brightly as ever!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince is benevolent and intelligent, possessing the qualities of a wise ruler; now he is betrothed to the daughter of a nobleman, a perfect match indeed! This is a blessing for the Han Dynasty and a boon for all the people under heaven!"

"Only an unparalleled hero like the Grand Marshal could raise a virtuous lady who is a match for the Crown Prince and a model for the world! Such good news is enough to shine in the annals of history. I am truly fortunate to have witnessed this great event!"

Despite maintaining a polite smile on his face after days of noise and social engagements, a lingering numbness and weariness had settled in his eyes.

When he saw Qin Bo, who looked travel-worn, enter and heard the familiar yet humble congratulatory voice, he finally perked up and revealed a rare, warm smile.

"Qin Jun returned to Wu a few months ago. It seems he hasn't even had a chance to settle down in Jianye. How come he has already made his way back to Chang'an?"

"Such a long and arduous journey would require rest even for someone with an iron body. Why not stay home and recuperate for a while?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Bo felt a lump in his throat and his eyes welled up with tears.

From Jianye to Chang'an, it was a journey of thousands of miles. For the past six months, he had been traveling back and forth between the two countries, enduring wind, frost, rain, snow, and the hardships of travel. The word "hardship" could not possibly describe it all.
Those who are physically weak are probably already buried on the way.

Unfortunately, he didn't want to come both times; he was forced to.

Hearing Grand Marshal Feng's seemingly casual words of concern, and the deep understanding they conveyed, he immediately lowered his head to conceal his momentary loss of composure, his voice trembling with emotion and gratitude.

"Thank you... thank you for your consideration, my lord! But alas..."

He paused, shook his head helplessly, and let out a long sigh, all his unspoken words turning into a deep sigh:
"State affairs are complicated, and I have no choice but to act. I really... dare not delay for even a moment."

"Sit down, sit down, sit down quickly."

Seeing Qin Bo's moved expression, Grand Marshal Feng straightened up a bit, his smile losing its perfunctory tone and gaining genuine warmth.
"The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Mr. Qin must be tired from your journey. Please have a cup of tea to relieve your fatigue and soothe your throat."

News of Sun Quan's death had been brought to Chang'an by Wu's messenger more than a month earlier, and the Han Dynasty had also dispatched Zong Yu as an envoy to Jianye to offer condolences.

According to the schedule, it's likely that before Zong Yu even arrived in Jianye, Qin Bo had already set off north from Jianye.

Therefore, Qin Bo's trip was definitely not just to report the death or perform routine rituals; he must have had another important mission.

Feng Yong's mind raced, recalling Qin Bo's words, "National affairs are like cicadas and magpies."

Could it be related to the affiliation of Nanyang Commandery?

Or has some new change occurred within the Wu Kingdom?
Regardless of the circumstances, "negotiating business" with the Wu Kingdom was always something that Grand Marshal Feng would be most happy to see happen.

Especially if it's still that unresolved old case in Nanyang, then it would be even more joyous.

Now, the two important towns of Xuchang and Runan have been incorporated into the territory of the Han Dynasty without bloodshed. As for Nanyang Commandery, which is located in a strategic location, the Han Dynasty has in fact gained absolute control over its ownership.

"Someone come here," Feng Yong ordered in a raised voice, having made up his mind, "spread the word that there are distinguished guests in the manor today, and all other guests will not be received."

Feeling flattered by the sudden increase in courtesy and attention shown to him by Grand Marshal Feng, Qin Bo quickly bowed again to express his gratitude before carefully settling down at the lower seat.

The servants served fragrant new tea, and the two drank it briefly, exchanging a few pleasantries about their journey.

Once the atmosphere had become more relaxed, Qin Bo put down his teacup, straightened his expression, and took the initiative to get to the point:

"My lord, to be honest, I have come here overnight on the orders of Grand Tutor Zhuge Liang of our dynasty. There is an important matter that I need to discuss with you in person."

"Grand Tutor Zhuge?" Upon hearing this, Grand Marshal Feng paused slightly, his hand holding the teacup showing a moment of surprise before he realized, "Oh, oh, it's Yuanxun (Zhuge Ke's courtesy name)!"

Regardless of the circumstances, Feng should address Zhuge Qiao as his elder brother. Given the relationship between Zhuge Qiao and Zhuge Ke, it is not inappropriate for Grand Marshal Feng to call Zhuge Ke "Yuanxun".

His gaze refocused on Qin Bo, with a look of inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible interest: "I wonder what matter Yuan Xun sent Qin Jun here to discuss?"

Qin Bo lowered his voice even further, with a hint of probing, while cautiously glancing at Grand Marshal Feng:

"My lord, the reason I have come here so abruptly is still... to the land of Nanyang."

"Nanyang..."

Upon hearing this, Grand Marshal Feng, who had just sat up straight, slowly leaned back against the armrest.

But instead of showing any annoyance, his interest only grew, and a playful smile played on his lips.

"Oh? It seems your country is determined to acquire this precious land of Nanyang? Or has Yuanxun come up with some new insights?"

Sun Quan had amassed an army of 100,000 in Jianye for over a year, only to watch helplessly as the Han dynasty conquered the entire Hebei region without gaining an inch of land himself. It's understandable that he wanted to use Nanyang to save face.

But was Zhuge Ke also interested in Nanyang?
Could it be that a newly appointed powerful minister also wants to use Nanyang to boost his political achievements?