Zhenguan: I, Dou Fengjie, will not be the first cuckold.

The 29th day of the first lunar month.

A fifty-member delegation from Tuyuhun arrived in Chang'an, their hats covered in dust.

This time, when Butsabo Khan Murong Fuyun realized that the Tang Dynasty was truly angry and had even supported Murong Xiaojun to establish himself in Damomen City, bestowing upon him the title of Qida Khan, he began to panic.

"The Duke of Tuyuhun of Luoyang pays his respects to the superior." The vigorous young envoy bowed.

"Lord of Luoyang? When did Luoyang of my Great Tang Dynasty fall to the Tuyuhun?" Dou Fengjie's attitude was aggressive.

You know to feed a dead baby, and you know to shake your nose when snot gets into your mouth. Why didn't you do that sooner?

"Your humble servant Che Kunchi Ding pays respects to your superior." The Duke of Luoyang made a decisive move, setting aside this controversial title.

He had warned the Khan back then that titles like King of Gaochang and Duke of Luoyang, which extended beyond the territory of Tuyuhun, would inevitably cause trouble sooner or later.

Unfortunately, the overconfident Murong Fuyun simply wouldn't listen.

Dou Fengjie smiled enigmatically: "What, did Busabo Khan send you here again to apologize for invading the Tang Dynasty?"

Lord Luoyang sighed, "Besides apologizing, I also want to ask the Tang Dynasty to rescind its decision. Murong Xiaojun is not qualified to be Khan."

Dou Fengjie smiled and said, "You're wrong. As long as the Tang Dynasty is willing, anyone in Tuyuhun can be a Khan, including you."

Lord Luoyang felt his heart race, his mouth dry, and his breathing become rapid.

Really?I do not believe!

Unless you let me become Khan too!

"You flatter me, Your Excellency. I, an outsider, can never become Khan," the Duke of Luoyang said with an awkward laugh, wiping away a bead of sweat.

That was close! He almost got lost in the beautiful dream woven by Dou Fengjie and never woke up!

Who doesn't have an unrealistic dream of becoming an emperor?

Even old farmers in remote mountain villages, with a dozen or so followers, dare to become emperors and take concubines.

However, Murong Xiaojun was still a member of the royal family, and he didn't even have the surname Murong!

For this reason alone, Che Kun Chi Ding had no followers.

"Qida Khan occupies Damomen City, and you occupy Shudun City. The two of you are working together to establish your own independent regime in Haidong. What's wrong with that?" Dou Fengjie said calmly.

But his words resonated deeply within the heart of the Duke of Luoyang, like the thunderous tolling of a bell.

Yes, with the support of the Tang Dynasty and the mutual assistance of Murong Xiaojun, what's wrong with establishing a separatist regime?

No, no, Che Kun was a loyal minister, how could he do the things of a traitor?

Hey, even if you are the Grand Secretary of the Tang Dynasty, don't even think about betraying my loyalty!

"Of course I can be a loyal minister. Why not serve Murong Fuyun as my master instead of Murong Shun, the Prince of Daning?" Dou Fengjie added enticingly.

Prince Murong Shun of Daning was the eldest son of Murong Fuyun. He was born to Princess Guanghua of the Sui Dynasty and was sent to Chang'an as a hostage during the Sui Dynasty.

Because of the provocation by Tuyuhun, Emperor Yang of Sui led his army to defeat Murong Paopao and appointed Murong Shun as Khan.

As a result, when Murong Shun arrived in Tuyuhun, Murong Paopao was restored to power, and the Khan naturally became the King of Da Ning, no longer the Crown Prince.

Fortunately, Murong Fuyun had been frightened by Kualü Khan and was much more lenient towards his offspring, which is why he did not kill Murong Shun.

If it were Khalil Khan, Murong Shun would have been a sacrifice for the restoration long ago.

In this respect, Murong Fuyun is still a person who values ​​family ties.

Unfortunately, emperors are supposed to be ruthless.

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After finishing his shift, Dou Fengjie changed into his everyday clothes, mounted his donkey, took the bow and arrows, hung up his sword, and led Dou Shang and Dou happy into the West Market.

Officials of the fifth rank and above are not allowed to enter the market. What does that have to do with a mere ninth-rank official like him?

Dou Fengjie selectively ignored the fact that he had been granted the rank of a first-grade duke.

Everyone's the same way; they only pay attention to the clauses that are favorable to them, and they pretend not to hear about the ones that are not.

What Dou Fengjie said to the envoys was basically true; he really loved eating gourd head soup.

The intestines, now free of greasiness, float on the soup noodles. Tear off a piece of thin pancake and soak it in the soup to eat, making it incredibly appetizing.

The soup is rich and flavorful, and the oil is fragrant and delicious, which are the biggest characteristics of Hulu Tou. It tastes best when eaten hot.

With the donkey tied to the side, the three of them sat down, and the aroma of three large bowls of gourd head soup made Dou Xi eat with extra delight.

The three of them ate together, and Dou happy always ate first, meaning he tasted the food first to check for poison on Dou Fengjie's behalf.

Although Dou Fengjie did not need to test the poison, he could not refuse Dou Xi's request.

Besides, Dou happy was genuinely greedy.

Dou Shang's expression seemed indifferent, but he had already looked around: "Young master, the one with slightly red cheeks followed us here from the Vermilion Bird Gate."

Dou Fengjie took a spoonful of soup with a contented look: "Judging from their timid and hesitant manner, the Tuyuhun people probably want to talk about something."

Otherwise, Dou Fengjie wouldn't mind shooting him with an arrow in the street.

At worst, we can say he illegally possesses weapons.

Whether something is illegal or not, isn't that something that an official like myself can decide?

Aren't hand sanitizers and nail clippers knives?

"Oh, this is terrible. He shouldn't have brought a weapon on this occasion."

Dou Fengneng could talk about this kind of repetitive stuff all day long.

With his face flushed from the high altitude, he still wants to play hide-and-seek; he really looks down on people.

The Tuyuhun people finally made up their minds, squeezed through the crowd to Hulutou Shop, and stood before Dou Fengjie with their hands at their sides.

"Yang Shen, acting on the orders of the King of Tuyuhun, requests an audience with the official, asking for your assistance!"

Yang Shen, a native of the Central Plains?

"I was originally a servant of Princess Guanghua, and Prince Daning is of her blood. I implore you, sir, to help Prince Daning out of consideration for our shared Central Plains heritage!"

Dou Shang got up, patted Yang Shen a few times, and took away all the dangerous items.

"The King of Da Ning has some ideas? He doesn't have many men at his disposal, so he probably can't even deal with the Venerable King."

Dou Fengjie's words were very direct.

Murong Shun was a marginal figure in Tuyuhun, someone who could be worshipped as a mascot, but he himself had no real ability.

Yang Shen burst into tears: "If the Khan of the Great Ning Kingdom were still alive, even though the Prince of Da Ning would be powerless and without influence, he could still cling to life."

"When the king comes to power, he will boil the beans and burn them."

"The King of Da Ning is not worried about himself, but only about his heir, Nuohebo, who is not yet six years old."

Whether one is worried or not is secondary.

Dou Fengjie was concerned about how much influence Murong Shun had in Fusi City, how much he knew about the defenses of Tuyuhun, and whether he dared to lay a hand on his own father.

If you can't even meet the basic requirements, and you still want to turn your life around, keep dreaming!

Yang Shen was so frightened by Dou Fengjie's attitude that he was speechless.

Would people advise a son to stab his father?

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Dou Fengjie strolled to the release pond.

Many people release animals, usually small creatures like carp and turtles.

"Hey, why did you release the snake?"

"Rat snakes are non-venomous, why can't they be released back into the wild?"

The area around the release pond was bustling with noise, full of the atmosphere of everyday life.

Dou Fengjie took a wooden bucket, filled it with water from the release pond, and slowly poured the water into the pond amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The butcher, with his muscular face, was stunned. After a long while, he couldn't help but ask, "Hey, young man, what are you doing?"

Dou Fengjie replied without changing his expression, "It's the water for releasing fish!"

Are you crazy?!

People hurriedly left the release pond, fearing they might catch Dou Fengjie's serious illness.

Dou Fengjie grinned. "Isn't releasing the live water a sign of a serious illness?"

Such a bizarre thing is something that few normal people throughout history could accept.