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

The residence of Princess Yongjia.

Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with tears, and she was about to cry when Princess Yongjia sent her lover away.

"Why would he eat shit?!"

Sheep's dregs: Speak up for me!

"Well... ugh, that's disgusting!"

"Can we still keep a prince consort like this?"

The thought of a potentially smelly kiss sent shivers down Princess Yongjia's spine, and even Dou Fengjie's handsome face seemed less attractive now.

"The Duke of Zan was never a good match for the Princess. He was all alone and even the Dou family of Xianyang abandoned him. He could not help the Princess in the slightest."

"If she were to be tempted by beautiful women, the Princess could easily recruit other men from respectable families, such as Zhang Xizang, the nephew of Zhang Xingcheng, the Imperial Censor."

The ugly face of Yi Commander Daxi Yongchang appeared before Princess Yongjia.

In terms of sheer power, Dou Fengjie certainly had no advantage.

Princess Yongjia realized what was happening, wiped her face with a handkerchief, and looked at Daxi Yongchang with a puzzled expression.

Why would a princess who is content with a life of ease and has a bright future need to consider the power of her fiancé when choosing a husband?

As for Zhang Xizang, no matter how handsome he was, he could not replace Dou Fengjie's position.

The issue of love between men and women is sometimes quite unsolvable.

However, Zhang Xizang could not be recruited casually. His current problem was that he failed the imperial examination but still wanted to become an official.

For Princess Yongjia's household, it wasn't particularly difficult. The princess pleaded with the emperor that she could become an official through the imperial examinations in any prefecture.

The only problem is that those who come from the imperial examination system always have limited future prospects.

"Has the Princess ever considered that since men have always been emperors, why can't women?"

Daxi Yongchang's ugly face shone with light, his eyes filled with a thirst for power.

If Princess Yongjia could rule the world, wouldn't I also be able to become a prime minister?

I don't care about the position of Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, Grand Secretary, or Attendant-in-Ordinary.

Princess Yongjia's eyes were filled with shock, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a trembling voice: "Me...can I do it too?"

Daxi Yongchang said softly, "Princess, although the dream is far away, with effort you can cross the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore."

"Moreover, I have already made efforts on behalf of the Princess to win over several Buddhist temples in Chang'an."

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March 6th.

Dou Fengjie, wearing a black gauze hat, a blue official robe, and black leather shoes, stepped into the Zhuque Gate with a smile.

When the guards on duty saw him, they instinctively covered their mouths and noses before realizing that the mutton offal hadn't been cooked.

Tsk, it's become a conditioned reflex.

Dou Fengjie clasped his hands and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."

The officer on duty returned the salute with a clasped hand and managed a weak smile.

The smell of mutton offal could indeed deter a large number of people, but Dou Fengjie's actions were also understandable.

We can only suffer the hardships of our comrades-in-arms on both sides.

Inside the Honglu Temple office, everyone wore a smile.

Besides Dou Fengjie's disturbance in the imperial court, there was also news of Zhao Dekai's return to Chang'an.

It is said that Zhao Dekai injured his shoulder, but it was not poisonous, and he will return to the Court of State Ceremonial after resting for a few more days.

Liu Shan comforted Dou Fengjie: "Zhao Dekai's return won't affect you. His promotion is only a matter of days."

It sounded reasonable, but Dou Fengjie still sensed something was off.

I have a feeling that there's a thread guiding all of this, and it even seems a bit deliberate.

Hmm, let's sort it out. Zhao Dekai was shot by an arrow when he went out, which is a good opportunity to launch an attack on Tuyuhun. He can also be promoted from the seventh-rank lower-ranking official to the sixth-rank upper-ranking official in charge of state affairs.

It's no wonder Dou Fengjie made malicious speculations; in order to get promoted, he might resort to any kind of underhanded tactics.

However, the way to be an official is to see through things but not say them.

Inside the guesthouse, Bei Men Shuang had already prepared tea. Mu Zhancheng led the group, clasping their hands in greeting, and everyone praised him as a hero.

The sheep's actions were brilliant enough, but Dou Fengjie's public rebuke of the minor official was even more talked about.

Bei Men Shuang laughed heartily: "If I were facing the Junior Heavenly Official, I'm not even sure if I could utter a word."

That's the truth. When faced with a minor official who can hold one's fate in his hands, few people can remain unmoved. It's already a great moral principle not to fawn over him.

You can't eat integrity.

Most ordinary people and officials in the world still need to eat the food of daily life; otherwise, why would Tao Yuanming be so famous?

We are all ordinary people, living in this world.

Dou Fengjie waved his hand: "It's just that it involves Father's reputation, so I have to argue about it."

As for the emperor's unusual attitude, everyone wisely kept quiet.

The fact that Wei Shishi was transferred to Tongzhou as the prefectural governor was nothing more than a slap on the wrist, not something to boast about; it was merely a symbolic gesture.

"The Turkic Khan sent his son, Shabolotel, to court, and he was acting rather arrogantly," Mu Zhancheng reported softly.

"Thirty thousand soldiers are all you're good for?" Dou Fengjie scoffed.

The 30,000 troops of Yeluhe during the reign of Jieli Khan were on a completely different level from the 30,000 soldiers of today.

Yelu River, in Turkic language, means "warrior, strongman".

Of all the people Dou Fengjie valued in the chariot's nose section, only Ashina Jiemantuo was truly remarkable. He was a man with an accurate understanding of the situation and also led the Basimi tribe.

The Chebi Khan had 30,000 troops, yet he only dared to cower in the area around Mount Axi, which shows that the Chebi Khan was quite confident in himself.

The Chebi tribe could bully any Turkic tribe on its own, but it couldn't defeat them in a joint attack, let alone challenge the Tang Dynasty or the Xueyantuo.

Moreover, Shabolotel himself was not famous and did not deserve Dou Fengjie's courtesy.

Upon seeing Dou Fengjie, Shaboluotler continued to grumble, as if the arrival of the Chariot Head was a great honor bestowed upon the Tang Dynasty.

Dou Fengjie, with his fiery temper, slapped Shabolotel across the face with his left hand and delivered a vicious punch with his right, leaving Shabolotel stunned.

"The first thing you need to do when you come to my Great Tang is to learn to speak, to speak like a human being." Dou Fengjie spat. "If you can't speak like a human being, I, this official, am also somewhat skilled in martial arts. I guarantee you'll learn."

Shaborotler, now standing up straight, rubbed his face and chest, and gradually a sincere smile appeared on his face.

From these enthusiastic punches and palm strikes, he felt the power of the Tang Dynasty and understood Dou Fengjie's attitude even more.

If he were to turn around and leave, others would try to persuade him to stay, but Dou Fengjie would kick him in the backside.

"I knew it! How could the Tang Dynasty be so weak and lack the aura of a strong warrior?" Shabolotel took a hat from his attendant. "This hat is made from a whole lamb, called a 'huntuo hat,' and only the strong are worthy of owning it."

The hunduo hat requires very high standards in terms of fur and craftsmanship, and very few are available on the market each year.

The most famous person in the Tang Dynasty who loved wearing a full-brimmed hat was Changsun Wuji, the Minister of Personnel.

See, once you've won them over, everything's negotiable.

They talk nonsense all day long, saying things like "foreigners can understand it," but who cares?

If you don't deliver a punch that hurts, everyone will think you're weak and easy to bully, so they'll all pretend they don't understand.

Dou Fengjie took the sheepskin hat, stroked it carefully, and felt the delicacy of the lambskin and the fine stitches.

No matter how arrogant his carriage is, he still needs to obtain many things from the Tang Dynasty. Cloth and needles are not things that Axi Mountain can provide for itself.