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

Fortunately, this place was very close to the imperial city, and Yang Fei, the county magistrate, received timely treatment from the Imperial Medical Bureau of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Although he had lost a frightening amount of blood, his life was not in danger.

Medical doctor Duan Chijian used an anesthetic drug called Wumingyi on Yang Fei, cut open the skin with a knife, removed the arrow, and had a medical student apply medicine and bandage it.

"Good news, the arrowheads were not poisoned."

"The bad news is that these arrowheads draw too much blood. The county magistrate will need a month to recover before he can get out of bed. Consider it a period of postpartum confinement."

"I've never seen this arrow before?"

Duan Chijian kept rambling on and on, not caring whether Yang Fei could hear him or not.

The fact that Duan Chijian used such vulgar language about postpartum confinement proves that he is not a docile person either.

Drone toothpicks are a revolutionary product and are naturally quite novel.

Unfortunately, for the sake of stealth, Dou Fengjie chose an extra-small drone and toothpicks, which wouldn't be able to kill Yang Fei.

Otherwise, getting a toothpick for hunting wild boars would be so much fun.

The drone can only carry a limited number of toothpicks, so it can only give Yang Fei a double swallow dance instead of a triple yang, which is a real shame.

Everyone could guess that Yang Fei's two gluteal muscles were affected, and Dou Fengjie was definitely involved. But what is the evidence?

Even just seeing it would be fine, let alone catching it!

The problem was that the officials in charge of the marriage, the guards, and the street officials searched the walls and treetops of the neighborhood but found no trace of anything.

In this day and age, who could have imagined that disaster would strike from the sky!

Yang Fei lay there helplessly, a flash of hatred in his eyes.

Regardless of whether there is evidence or not, he believes that Dou Fengjie did it.

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"My elder brother, the Emperor!"

"Yongjia refused and insisted that Dou Fengjie be made the Imperial Son-in-Law Commandant!"

"If you don't help, I'm going to cry to my second sister-in-law!"

Inside the Liangyi Hall, Princess Yongjia's eyelashes fluttered, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her little mouth was so pouty that it could tether a donkey.

She clutched at Li Shimin's sleeve, writhing and swaying, her voice sickeningly sweet.

This tactic wouldn't work against the retired Emperor Li Yuan, but it would be as easy as slicing tofu with a sharp knife against Emperor Zhenguan Li Shimin.

Since his brothers and sons could all vie for his throne, Li Shimin naturally took strict precautions.

But sisters and daughters have no impact on imperial power, so what's wrong with indulging them a little?

Therefore, Li Shimin tacitly allowed Dou Fengjie to be made things difficult for him.

Little did anyone know that this younger cousin was quite tough, displaying an attitude of relinquishing his title, which made everyone hesitant and timid.

As for the minor incident that Dou Fengjie stirred up in Pingkangfang Beili through Li Dejian, Li Shimin didn't care much about it.

Did Princess Yongjia ruin her reputation?

Ha, could anyone be worse than Li Shimin?

The infamy of fratricide and murder at Xuanwu Gate is a stain he can never wash away.

But so what?

They couldn't just stand there and let Li Jiancheng slaughter their entire family, could they?

Besides, don't I still occasionally offer my sister-in-law, Yang, some comfort and support?

"I can control Dou Fengjie through other means, but I cannot prevent him from inheriting the title of Duke of Zan indefinitely. Otherwise, who will serve me in the future?"

"Yongjia, Dou Fengjie is nothing more than a handsome man. It's not like there aren't other suitable replacements. Why insist on making him the Imperial Son-in-Law?"

Li Shimin was also exhausted. Appointing Dou Gui's only son as the Imperial Son-in-Law Commandant was against the rules to begin with.

If Dou Fengjie were a little weak and bowed his head, it wouldn't matter much;

However, Dou Fengjie now is like a rock in a latrine—stinky and hard, what can even the emperor do to him?

The Chang'an County government submitted a memorial detailing Dou Fengjie's current situation, leaving Li Shimin speechless.

In a primitive society, the only iron tool they used was a kitchen knife?

If outsiders knew, they would think that the Heavenly Khan was narrow-minded.

Dou Fengjie was certainly acting, but wasn't Li Shimin also acting as a wise ruler who humbly accepted advice?

Aside from the common people, how many people aren't constantly putting on an act?

"But he's handsome!"

Princess Yongjia's peach blossom eyes sparkled with admiration.

Food and sex are human nature. It's not just men who are attracted to beauty; women are just as attracted to it. In essence, there's no difference.

She just lusts after Dou Fengjie's body, she's just despicable, so what?

Li Shimin shook his head helplessly.

In this era, it's not uncommon for wealthy women to keep male lovers, and it's normal for one's own sister to be immoral. Why insist on targeting Dou Fengjie to ruin him?

Princess Yongjia twirled her fingers around Li Shimin's sleeve: "My brother, Emperor, Dou Fengjie is really going too far!"

"Knowing full well that the sheep wasn't someone else's dog, you still shot an arrow at its rear end..."

Li Shimin's expression darkened slightly.

Dou Fengjie could have shot Yang Fei to death right in front of him without him caring, but the unpredictable appearance and disappearance of the drone toothpick made him feel seriously threatened.

If I were to get hit like that, losing my life would be secondary; the real problem would be the loss of face.

He was now the emperor, no longer a military leader who could roll in the mud at any time!

"Zhang Anan, tell Taiyuan Yuancong to send men to keep a close watch on Longzhengfang and Dou Fengjie!"

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"My lord! I've heard that Yang Fei, the county magistrate, was shot twice in the buttocks. He's not dead, but he'll be bedridden for a month!"

Dou happy, carrying brown rice, chicken eggs, chicken meat, and radishes, rushed into the courtyard with a grin.

Chicken eggs are chicken eggs, and radishes are radishes.

"Ha, they're not even buying meat."

Dou Shang curled his lip in disgust and bolted the door.

This is not a slip of the tongue. In the Tang Dynasty, only the meat of livestock was called meat; poultry was not considered meat.

"Oh my, which Taoist deity or Bodhisattva has manifested themselves? After the mourning period, I will go to the Taoist temple and Buddhist monastery to offer incense and express my gratitude."

Dou Fengjie spoke very casually, leaving no room for criticism.

The reason he was so cautious was that he learned through surveillance that there was at least one group of people watching the area around Longzhengfang and his own residence.

In the military of the Tang Dynasty, the "Huo" was the lowest-ranking unit, consisting of ten people.

Using toothpicks to teach Yang Fei a lesson will inevitably cause some trouble.

But Dou Fengjie was not one to hold back; even if there were difficulties, he was not incapable of handling them.

The matter of Dayu has passed, and Fahai Temple cremated him, but unfortunately, no relics or even gallstones were found in the cremation.

This shows that his understanding of Buddhism was not profound enough.

However, Daozhen, the abbot of Fahai Temple, harbored resentment. From then on, the monks ignored Dou Shang and Dou happy, adopting a stance of "though they live close by, they will never visit each other again."

That's fine; Dou Fengjie is too lazy to bother with Fahai Temple.

Dou happy rattled off the accounts: "Chicken eggs are three for one coin, a little cheaper than in previous years; coarse rice is four coins a dou, much cheaper than in previous years."

Thanks to the great victory at the beginning of the year in capturing Ashina Duobi, the Khan of the Turks, the Tang Dynasty's economy prospered considerably, and rice, which used to cost at least twenty coins per dou, dropped to four coins per dou.

Next year, rice prices will return to their original rational level.

Without a round-bottomed pan, stir-frying is impractical; pan-frying is convenient, but stir-frying lacks flavor.

Fortunately, Dou Fengjie could occasionally obtain some food from later generations through the Weihuo system, allowing Dou Shang and Dou happy to have a treat.

Dou Fengjie quipped, "When you see the monks at Fahai Temple next door, ask them if chicken eggs are considered vegetarian or not."

These words stunned Taiyuan Yuancong, who was outside the wall.

This topic, which has been debated for thousands of years, would leave even the Venerable Paramartha scratching his head.

Who would have thought that Dou Fengjie, who was just loafing around in the Imperial Academy, could ask such profound questions?

Was he wise beyond his years, or did the passing of his father awaken his wisdom?