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

February 18th is an auspicious day for offering sacrifices and praying for blessings.

Hou Junji, the Minister of War, used illness as a pretext to quietly leave Chang'an City. He gathered 20,000 troops at Kunming Pool, appointed Xu Yushi, the Censor, as the supervising officer, and marched towards Zhangye County, Ganzhou, 2,500 li to the west.

At the same time, the Karluks also allowed 5,000 servants to join the army, and the various Turkic tribes sent 10,000 servants to join the army, all moving towards Zhangye.

The Dangxiang Tuoba clan learned of the situation, and their chieftain Tuoba Chici prepared to lead 10,000 cavalry to Langdaopo to provide reinforcements. His nephew Tuoba Sitou and the junior chieftain Tuoba Xidou strongly opposed this.

The seven clans, including Fei Ting, approached the Tuoba clan with their troops, but held back, waiting to see which side Tuoba Chici would choose to attend to.

The intention of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" is very clear. If Tuoba Chici dares not return to his homeland, he should not blame the seven clans for destroying the Tuoba clan's stronghold and taking Murong Fuyun's daughter!

The combined strength of the seven clans was no less than that of the Tuoba clan.

At Damomen City, Qida Khan Murong Xiaojun gathered 10,000 troops and marched towards Dafeiling, attracting 30,000 troops led by Mingwang Liang Qucong.

With the arrow already on the bowstring, Murong Fuyun, the champion of escape, remained unconcerned.

The barbarians have marathons, he has horse-drawn carriages.

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I thought that Wei Shishi, who was honest and was sent to govern Huazhou, would put aside his hatred for the time being. Unexpectedly, he, who seemed a little timid, turned around and delivered a vicious blow.

Wei Shishi submitted a memorial stating that there was a sorcerer named Daoxin in Huazhou who did not engage in production and used the pretext of abstaining from grains to lure commoners to follow him.

Even more outrageous, Wei Shishi insisted that Yuan Daoxin had a connection with the deceased Duke Dou Gui.

The most outrageous thing was that Li Shimin listened to one side and wanted to recall the title of Governor of Bingzhou that had been given to Dou Gui.

The first day of the third month, the first day of the lunar calendar.

Dou Fengjie took a day off and went to the Zhuque Gate. Under the astonished gazes of the Left Valiant Guard and the Right Guard, he picked up two drumsticks and began to beat the Denghe Drum in rapid succession.

If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the melody of "General's Command".

The folk drum is played 300 times in a round, while the military drum is played 330 times in a round.

Dou Fengjie struck the gong three hundred times in one round, rested for a quarter of an hour, and then continued for two more rounds.

The purpose of striking the drum at the gate was, of course, to lodge a complaint with the emperor.

The person is dead, yet people still want to smear him with dirty water. It's disgusting.

Dou Fengjie had nothing to say about Dou Gui's ruthlessness, meanness, and harsh treatment of his officials and soldiers.

Even if Dou Fengjie had a good temper, he couldn't tolerate being forced to fabricate these baseless accusations.

However, no matter how loudly Dou Fengjie beat the Denghe Drum, no one paid any attention to him.

"Dou happy, get the weapon!"

Dou Fengjie shouted, and Dou happy and Dou Shang, leading the donkey, took a large pot from the donkey cart and placed it in front of the lung stone.

Lung Stone, a large stone the color of a pig's lung, is used in conjunction with the Denghe Drum and is an important prop for petitioning the emperor.

The charcoal fire roared beneath the pot, and the broth inside had an eerie green hue. The nauseating odor drifted on the wind into the imperial city.

"vomit!"

The infected Yiwei collapsed to the ground and vomited, even bringing up bile.

"What the hell is going on? Ugh, who the hell cooked shit?"

The captain on duty broke down.

Dou Fengjie and his men were not to be trifled with, but when it came time to report to their superiors, the generals all chose to remain silent.

When they had no other choice, the guards near the Vermilion Bird Gate all wore face masks.

"Uh, uh."

Ah Lu raised his two front hooves, pointed towards the Vermilion Bird Gate, and laughed arrogantly.

The strong odor permeated the entire Vermilion Bird Gate, and even officials in the imperial city who were off duty would use other gates to go home.

However, more and more commoners gathered outside the imperial city to watch the spectacle.

"Have you heard? The imperial court can no longer pay salaries, and officials are so hungry they're eating excrement."

"Ugh, don't talk nonsense, poop doesn't smell like that."

"You all have terrible eyesight! Didn't you see that they were behind lung stones? They were practically appealing to the emperor!"

Although the arguments are quite unconventional, some of the viewpoints are close to the truth.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian, wearing a travel hat, a crimson gauze robe, a white skirt, white socks, and black shoes, covered his nose and left the Zhuque Gate with disgust in his eyes.

"Duke Zan, it's your business if you like eating excrement, but there's no need to bring it to the Vermilion Bird Gate, is there?"

Li Chengqian said a few words, but the stench almost made him vomit.

"Hey, Your Highness, you're mistaken. Isn't it the court's duty to make its subjects eat excrement?"

"When a subject has a grievance and wants to appeal to the emperor, even if the drums of the imperial court are beaten to pieces, no one will listen. So he has no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

"Your Highness is ignorant and probably doesn't know what's in this pot."

Dou Fengjie gripped the long-handled ladle and laboriously stirred the pot of astonishingly colored soup.

"Sheep dung? Not cow dung, I'm not interested."

Duke Cheng Yaojin of Suguo circled the pot once, offering his comments as if nothing had happened.

Niu Bie and Yang Bie are from the same source, but their tastes are slightly different. Both are semi-digested medicinal materials found in the digestive tract of livestock, and Yang Bie also contains some bile.

Those who know how to eat it flock to it, those who know a little about it eat it and then vomit it up, and those who don't know how to eat it find it extremely disgusting.

Dou Fengjie originally wanted to exchange for cow bile, but the system gave him sheep bile instead, so he had no choice but to make do.

As it's produced by the system, I can't guarantee how it will taste, but it certainly won't cause any trouble.

Cheng Yaojin vindicated the sheep's dung, so the claim that it "eats shit" naturally became untenable.

Li Chengqian's expression changed; he could no longer shake off the label of "shallow-mindedness."

What decent family would go all the way to Chang'an to eat mutton soup?

Not only are the preparations of cow and sheep offal complicated, but you also need to know how to combine them. Otherwise, you'll end up turning green from eating it and running to a doctor for treatment, only to be told by the doctor to "eat less shit" in a nonchalant way.

The smell of sheep offal is a bit strong, but it's still a food, so there's nothing wrong with it.

Dou Fengjie, who filed a complaint with the emperor, had no problem staying under the lung stones. It wouldn't be a problem for him to eat something under the lung stones, so eating sheep offal would be understandable, right?

Even the crown prince couldn't expect Dou Fengjie to not eat, could he?

Princess Yongjia, dressed in a floral hairpin and pheasant-embroidered robe, raised an eyebrow and shouted angrily, "Dou Fengjie, you have disappointed me greatly! How dare you touch anything!"

Dou Fengjie let out a strange laugh, scooped a spoonful of bright green sheep offal into a bowl, and rushed towards Princess Yongjia, shouting, "Come on, eat some sheep offal soup, it'll make you healthy!"

Princess Yongjia turned pale and screamed as she hid behind the town commander, Daxi Yongchang.

Dou Fengjie sighed softly, "The Princess keeps saying she has taken a liking to me and wants me to be her husband, yet she won't even eat a bite of lamb dung."

"Sigh, fake meat, fake wine, fake friends, fake affection, fake loyalty, fake tenderness..."

The common people pointed and whispered, expressing deep sympathy for Dou Fengjie.

"My lord, I was merely lustful at first sight!"

Someone, hiding in the crowd, made a sarcastic call, which was followed by a burst of cheerful laughter outside the Vermilion Bird Gate.

The commoner's commotion left Princess Yongjia in an awkward position. She could only wrinkle her delicate nose and approach Dou Fengjie, taking a deep breath as if facing certain death.

The overwhelmingly strong odor filled her nostrils, and Princess Yongjia couldn't help but run to the roadside and vomit violently.

With tears streaming down her face, Princess Yongjia took the handkerchief and rubbed her face vigorously, her mind filled with only one thought: I'm not clean anymore.

Dou Fengjie laughed gleefully: "The princess likes fragrant food, while I prefer smelly food."

If fate isn't on your side, there's no need to force it.